Something's wrong with my roommate

Chapter 660 The Last Chance
In a laboratory full of various instruments, Guangming in a white coat is working hard, trying to shorten the time for resurrecting the ancestors.

Although Gold did not stipulate a time limit for resurrection, his urging was an imperial decree. Guangming had to give up eating and sleeping, and devoted himself to work day and night. He has been working continuously for more than two months without blinking his eyes. Ask if you want to do it.

And such intensive overtime work is effective, as long as he is given another two months... No, it only takes one month to try to resurrect the ancestors.

Suddenly, Guangming, who was immersed in his work, noticed something strange behind him.

But he was already used to this situation, and asked without turning his head, "What's the matter?"

Behind him, the phantom of the prophet slowly appeared from the air, gradually condensing into shape.

Unlike before, who was calm and calm no matter what happened, the prophet at this moment has a faint anxiety on his face.

"Gold is in danger, we must help him."

Guangming stopped shaking the Erlenmeyer flask suddenly. He looked back at the Prophet, his brows were already frowned: "Are you sure?"

In this world now, the old gods are weak and weak, who else can threaten the safety of gold?Could it be the heir of the godslayer?
A thought flashed in Guangming's mind, or, someone opened a black hole in another world?

"Yes, gold is in danger."

The Prophet is sure: "I have seen the future."

He has the ability to predict and can predict the occurrence of some major events, such as the collapse of the world tree.

And if gold is killed, this is definitely a big event that can affect the world.

Because gold is not only a powerful force, but also the flowerpot of the world tree. Only he can carry a new world tree, and his importance is self-evident.

Facing the prophet's anxious expression, Guangming was a little lost, and didn't know what to do for a while.

Gold will be in danger, this matter is not in his consideration at all, and naturally he will not think of any countermeasures in advance.

But things often do not shift according to people's will.

He thought that after the resurrection of the gold, he would be able to sweep the world with all his might, but as soon as he took the shot, he ran into an enemy who could match him.

I thought that no one could threaten the safety of gold, but in the end, the danger is here?
Guangming felt a little regretful at the moment, he shouldn't have revived Gold earlier, but he couldn't be blamed either—after Gospel retrieved the fallen king's blood, he built his body, and then submitted an application to Gold who was still in the kingdom of heaven.

When Jin agrees to come back from the resurrection is beyond his control.

"What about the rest?"

Guangming couldn't help asking, he was asking about other Celestials.

"I have exhausted my strength and sent them all to where the gold is for reinforcements."

The prophet's eyes were dim, and he was weak with naked eyes: "But this is not enough, the crisis of gold is still not resolved."

That's right, even gold can be in danger, and the Celestials can't play a big role these days. The only thing they can do is to delay the time.

"There is another way."

Time waits for no one, Guangming hardly hesitated, and made up his mind: "Take me back."

The Prophet didn't talk nonsense, he reached out and grabbed Guangming's arm, and the two disappeared into the laboratory together.

The next moment, they all returned to the golden hall on the top of the mountain.

There was no one in the main hall, and the bustling scene with all the seats was still vivid, as if it was yesterday.

The dozen or so Celestials who were sent by the Prophet to stall for time were in danger. After today, this organization that was once feared by the world may no longer exist.

Bright walked quickly towards the golden throne, followed by the Prophet.

But the goal of the two is not the throne, but the statue of the ancestor standing behind the throne.

Coming to the statue, Guangming waved his hand, numerous cracks appeared in the statue's thick shell, and then fell off, revealing the core inside.

The core is also a smaller statue, the size of an adult, exuding a silver-white light, made of some unknown metal.

The surface of the statue is inlaid with dozens of balls, large and small. These are all the gods' hearts that the Celestials have taken from the old gods after years of painstaking efforts. Amaterasu's god's heart is also among them.

There were still a few missing, but Gold has not been idle in the past few months, killed many old gods, and made up for the missing hearts of gods.

Now there is only one last step left, try to resurrect the ancestors.

But the probability of resurrecting the ancestors is still very low. If Guangming is given another month, he can increase the probability to more than 70.00%. Now the probability of success is less than [-]%.

"Are you going to forcibly resurrect the ancestors?"

The Prophet asked from the side: "If it fails, our hard work for so many years will be in vain."

"I know."

Guangming looked at the statue of the ancestor, his eyes showed a trace of determination: "I have a method with a success rate of at least 90.00%."

"any solution?"

The Prophet frowned. He glanced at Guangming, who seemed to have made up his mind. He suddenly understood, and said in a voiceless voice, "You...do you have to sacrifice yourself?"

He had already guessed that Guangming was going to sacrifice himself to increase the success rate of resurrecting the ancestors.

Bright head said without looking back: "It's not about sacrifice, we all have to return to the embrace of our ancestors after all."

Different!

The Prophet whispered in his heart.

These days, the gods were created by their ancestors. For the first time, they had independent consciousness, felt the beauty of the world for the first time, and lived freely for the first time.

If you return to the embrace of your ancestors, you will lose everything. Emotions, memories, experiences, personality, everything can only be turned into pure energy without consciousness.

Damn, it's only a month away.

In the heart of the Prophet, there was even a trace of complaint against gold. If he hadn't acted rashly, he wouldn't have fallen into danger and forced them to make this choice.

"After I return to the embrace of my ancestors, you will take over the Celestial Clan... Forget it."

Guangming originally wanted to explain to the Prophet, but when he thought that after today, the Celestial Race might become history, he swallowed the rest of the words.

"After the ancestor is resurrected, everything will follow his will."

Let's talk, Guangming didn't hesitate or hesitate, and walked towards the statue in front of him, reached out to touch it, and transformed himself into pure energy into the statue.

As the most powerful member of the Celestial Race, Guangming's strength is infinitely close to that of a god, and he is even qualified to complete the Trinity as long as he is willing.

But he never did this, and has been buried in the laboratory since his birth, preparing for the resurrection of his ancestors.

The Prophet watched this scene with his eyes open, his mouth slightly opened, but in the end he didn't stop it.

He and Guangming have supported each other for many years, and they have come to this point together. In any case, it is impossible to give up years of hard work and resurrect the ancestors.

So he can only respect Guangming's decision.

Guangming turned into light particles like stars, which are countless highly concentrated spirit particles, like a miniature starry sky, all poured into the statue in front of him.

Under the sacrifice of light, the entire statue began to melt, like a liquid, enveloping all the hearts of gods embedded in it.

The Prophet watched nervously from the side. Years of painstaking efforts of the Celestial Race and the sacrifices of countless brothers and sisters depended on whether it would succeed this time.

The whole statue turned into a sphere, suspended in the air and rotated at a high speed, the speed became faster and faster, just like a star, it continuously emitted light and heat in the friction with the air, and generated a huge gravitational force.

The prophet retreated subconsciously, but a joyful expression appeared on his face.

But soon, his expression froze, because the rotation speed of the sphere slowed down again.

90.00% Five's success rate is not [-]% after all, even if Bright sacrificed himself, but in the end it was still close, just a little bit.

"Sure enough, we all want to return to the embrace of our ancestors after all."

The Prophet gave a wry smile, but he didn't back down, instead, like the light, he resolutely walked towards the slowly slowing sphere in front of him.

He was originally an idea born of the original spirit, and the meaning of existence is to revive the original spirit.

When the prophet also turned into pure energy and poured into it, the sphere quickly rotated again.

The rotation speed is getting faster and faster, and the light and heat emitted are getting stronger and stronger, and at the same time, it is accompanied by a huge gravitational force like a black hole.

The surrounding golden hall, which had been standing for an unknown number of years, was pulled and collapsed under this huge gravitational force. Countless buildings flew horizontally and fell into the rotating sphere, and were directly decomposed into the most basic atoms.

In the end, when the sphere rotated to the limit, it instantly burst into almost endless light and heat.

The incomplete hall was vaporized in an instant, and the snow-covered mountain tops outside were also continuously melting under the high temperature.

The whole process seemed long, but in fact it only lasted a few seconds. All the rays of light shrank again, finally condensing into a naked human body.

He can't tell age, or even gender.

With long silver hair, he has a majestic yet gentle temperament. In his dark eyes, there seem to be countless bright stars shining.

Compared with the dazzling gold like the sun, he is like the moon quietly rising.

Saint. Primordial Spirit.

He doesn't have a name, maybe he should have one, but he has long been submerged in the long river of history.

Those who knew him called him the Holy One, and his enemies called him the Primordial Spirit.

He was the first shadow cast upon the world by the Great Lord.

"Is it already this time?"

The saint whispered to himself, the return of all the gods carried their emotions and memories, including the light and the prophet, so now that he is resurrected, he immediately knows the world and the current situation of gold.

But he is not nervous, gold is not so easy to die.

Opening a pair of bright starry eyes, the saint looked around and observed the whole world, but he couldn't find the whereabouts of the woman who killed him.

"Have you been hiding?"

The saint felt a little regretful, but at the same time he was very relaxed. Since he recovered first, it meant that he had won.

In the next second, he disappeared in place, leaving only the flattened hills and the snowstorm.

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A collection of fairy tales, The Forest of Dreams.

Huang Jin was full of astonishment, and he didn't know how many years he hadn't had this emotion.

He didn't expect that he had only been resurrected for a few months, and he was about to die twice, and both times he died at the hands of the same person.

The entire chest and heart were wiped out by Xu Cheng with the power of destruction, and Jin Jin's consciousness also dissipated, entering a state of death.

All the gods subconsciously showed joy when they saw this scene.

All they did was to cover up the fact that Xu Cheng had become stronger.

If Xu Cheng were to fight against Huang Jin alone, he would immediately notice that Xu Cheng's strength had increased, and then choose to run away, but Xu Cheng couldn't keep him.

But with the cooperation of the gods, Xu Chengcheng's power increase was finally concealed, and he seized the opportunity to kill with one blow.

But it's not over yet.

On Jin's corpse, a flower soon grew.

In this scene, Xu Cheng had already told them that the flowers will bear fruit in the end, and the gold will give birth to new life from it.

All the gods shot again and attacked Jin's corpse at the same time.

The corpse was destroyed in an instant, but the flower lost the nutrients provided by the corpse, and it was still growing. All the attacks penetrated through it and failed to touch it.

"Flowers are just a form of expression. In fact, the blessing of the Great Lord is at work."

Elizabeth looked solemn, and quickly judged the reason: "Our power is useless against the Great Lord!"

The hearts of the gods froze, as if they remembered something terrible, and their eyes all fell on Xu Cheng, hoping that he could create miracles again.

Xu Cheng stretched out his left hand, trying to destroy the flower with the power of destruction.

Probably because it came from hell, the power of destruction could indeed touch the flower, but its attempt to destroy it failed.

The level of this flower is too high, at least higher than that of Xu Cheng, and the power of destruction cannot directly erase it.

The growth speed of the flowers is also far faster than the last time, and they bloom and bear fruit in a blink of an eye.

When the gods saw this scene, their faces turned green. After finally killing Jin Jin, they couldn't prevent him from being resurrected?

At this critical moment, Xu Cheng was even more calm. He grabbed the flower with his left hand again.

But this time the attack target was changed, from destroying the flower to destroying its growth ability.

This one finally worked, the growth of the flowers slowed down, and the fruit that should have matured finally stopped growing.

The gods were visibly relieved.

Sure enough, Xu Cheng was the only one who could deal with gold.

Xu Cheng was stepping up his output, when he suddenly felt his back sinking, Elizabeth and Amaterasu came up at the same time, holding Xu Cheng's shoulders with both hands, sending their strength to Xu Cheng, helping him suppress the flower faster.

Then Evedi and Norris, finally Cronus and Yala, and the Ganesha Linga.

The seven gods acted at the same time to help Xu Cheng suppress the flowers. Although their individual strength was not as good as Xu Cheng's, their collective strength should not be underestimated.

With the efforts of Xu Cheng and the seven gods, the flower not only stopped growing, but even showed signs of withering.

There is a play! !
Both Xu Cheng and the gods were overjoyed. They finally saw the dawn of victory, and they all stepped up their output without any urging.

At this moment, the face of the fairy tale princess Norris changed.

"Someone broke in, all of them were Celestials."

(End of this chapter)