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Chapter 779 A Rise from the Dead

Under the illumination of the light, the obsidian coffins surrounding the base of the torch of light began to undergo incredible changes.

The dark crystal coffin lid, which was as deep as night and faintly revealed energy veins, became as transparent as the purest crystal!

Through the coffin lid, one can clearly see the resting souls of the heroes inside!
They were not decaying remains, but rather remained in the posture of their sacrifice, clad in tattered yet proud armor, their faces serene, as if they had simply fallen into a deep sleep.

Even on their bodies, you can see several fatal wounds.

This is the body of a Night's Watchman.

It will not be damaged or rotten.

It will remain at the moment of death.

However, at this moment, under the light that contains the power of the Creation Stone, those wounds are healing and closing at a speed visible to the naked eye!
The pale skin regained its color, and the congealed blood flowed back as if it had come back to life!
"Barrier Martha... her chest! The wound torn open by Shadow Fiend... it's disappearing!"

Someone pointed to one of the coffins, their voice trembling with excitement.

This person clearly fought alongside this heroic soul.

"Roland the Broken Sword! His broken sword... the light on its blade is gathering!" came an exclamation from another direction.

Roland is known as the Broken Swordsman because after reaching level ten, he combined a special skill with the equipment he obtained in the Tower of Trials.

The broken sword is the embodiment of his life; his broken sword can change and grow along with his power.

Simply put, the sword reflects his life condition.

Even more awe-inspiring was the sight of the peaceful souls resting in the coffins; their tightly closed eyelids began to tremble slightly, and their chests began to rise and fall faintly!

Bring back to life!

There are quite a few legendary experts here.

There is no shortage of mages who study the resurrection of the dead and understand the resurrection of the undead.

Is there a way to resurrect someone in this world?
Of course there are.

But all of those are imperfect; any way to bypass them by various means has its own imperfections or even drawbacks.

The price paid was enormous.

Moreover, the resurrected state was extremely imperfect and could not be considered alive at all.

Therefore, they clearly understood.

The resurrection before them was not what they had previously seen.

It is not the resurrection of the dead, nor the rise of skeletons, but a true resurrection in the real sense, where flesh and blood are rebuilt and the flame of life is rekindled!

It is a miracle that reverses the laws of death and pulls the soul and body back to the present world from the other side of the River Styx!

This is something that these legends can perceive.

It's to the point where they are truly alive and indistinguishable from normal night watchmen.

"No...impossible..."

The elven prince Orion muttered to himself in despair. His proud elven magic and eternal understanding of life crumbled completely in the face of this miracle that overturned the ironclad laws of life and death.

His knees buckled, and he would have almost collapsed to his knees if he hadn't been holding onto the railing.

All the human nobles, orc representatives, minotaur warriors, and serpent priests around them were plunged into a deathly silence and an indescribable wave of shock, their minds blank, with only the trembling in their souls and the ultimate impact of witnessing a miracle remaining.

This is no joke.

Some legendary figures even became envious.

why?
Why is the world willing to allow life to be resurrected?
This is not fair.

At their stage, they clearly understood that a truly perfect resurrection does not exist.

Because the world simply wouldn't allow it.

But Kana did it, and he even did it through the Stone of Creation, which means it was done through the world's permission.

What a bias!

But when faced with Kana, who was a god, these legendary powerhouses could only harbor their dissatisfaction but dared not express it openly, and even this dissatisfaction quickly dissipated.

This means that they might even be able to enjoy these resurrections.

This is resurrection!

Who wouldn't want such a way out?
"Roar--!"

A deafening dragon roar finally shattered the absolute silence.

The black and white dragon, coiled at the edge of the crown, raised its head and let out a roar filled with joy, awe, and declaration! Her roar was like a signal.

The dome of light slowly dissipated.

The light of the crown of the torch of light has returned to its softness, but the primordial chaos flowing within it is deeply imprinted, signifying its essential transformation.

Then, under the watchful eyes of countless people who were practically staring with their eyes wide open, the lids of the obsidian coffins, which had become transparent, slid open silently.

Everyone held their breath.

They will witness it.

They will witness a second chance at life.

We will witness the return of lost heroes to the world.

A figure slowly, with a hint of bewilderment from just waking up, sat up from the coffin closest to the center of the base.

She was tall and wore women's armor that had been restored to its original state and shimmered with a dark luster. Beneath her short brown hair was a resolute face tinged with a hint of confusion.

She subconsciously touched her chest—where a hole had once been pierced, now leaving only a faint, light scar, like newborn skin.

She reached out and made a gesture.

A panel of data was displayed in front of her.

Her health wasn't fully restored, but she had truly come back to life.

The only problem is.

My rank dropped.

She was originally level 10, and her experience points were already two-thirds full, so she could be promoted to legendary at any time.

But right now she's level nine and has no experience points.

I dropped one level, and lost an extra two-thirds of my experience bar.

But compared to death, this is a negligible price to pay.

She raised her head, her gaze sweeping somewhat unfocused across the familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings, finally settling on the figure hovering above the torch, radiating a gentle yet vast divine power.

"Captain Martha... Captain Martha?!"

The voices of the Night's Watchmen nearby were filled with unbelievable elation and sobs, and several of them were in tears.

As if in a chain reaction, in each coffin, the fallen heroes opened their eyes and sat up.

Roland, the swordsman, gripped the longsword that had been reforged and was now gleaming with an indomitable light. In the other coffins, familiar faces, initially confused and shocked, eventually rose to their feet in ecstasy and indescribable excitement.

They moved their "newborn" limbs, feeling the renewed life force surging within them. Their gazes swept over the petrified spectators around them, over their Night's Watch comrades who were trembling with excitement and almost rushed forward. Finally, all their eyes, as if drawn by a magnet, converged on the same place—the being who had awakened them from eternal silence.

Their consciousness and memory did not remain at the moment of death.

Although their consciousness is guided away after death, they can still sense this hazy, confused feeling to some extent.

At that time, my soul was unstable, and without a body, I was unable to think steadily.

It can only passively perceive the external environment, and the perception is very vague.

When they awoke, they were confused, but they were aware of some fragmented external sensations.

They knew they had come back to life.

They knew they were dead, perhaps for some time.

No hesitation, no hesitation.

"The Barrier" Martha was the first to kneel down, her right fist slamming heavily into her chest with a dull metallic clang. Her head was bowed low, her voice trembling with excitement, yet it resonated clearly across the silent square:
"My Lord Kana! Martha the 'Barrier' awaits your command!"

Next came Roland, the "Broken Swordsman," who knelt on one knee, his hands on his sword, head bowed: "My lord, Cana! Roland's sword was broken for you, and it will be reforged for you!"

One by one, legendary heroes rose from their coffins, those souls who had shed their last drop of blood to protect the world, and in unison knelt on one knee before the figure above the torch of light, offering their first act of loyalty and faith since their rebirth with the oldest and most sublime warrior's salute:

"My Lord Kana!"

"My Lord Kana!"

"..."

The sound waves converged like a tsunami, shattering the previous silence. They carried with them the ecstatic joy of surviving a catastrophe, boundless awe of the miracle, and absolute loyalty to their new master.

Under the torch of light, above the northern city, and under the cold gaze of the Tower of Despair, it resounded loudly!
This sound is the cheer of the living for the dead, the proclamation of the dead to the living, and the triumphant song of the Night's Watch over the iron law of death!
These resurrected Night's Watchmen became fanatical figures almost the instant they were resurrected.

Kana could clearly feel the connection from faith.

One after another, links to faith, like those of fanatics, appeared here.

The faith of the Night's Watchmen who witnessed this scene surged forth uncontrollably.

Kana had no solution to this situation.

In a world where there are truly gods, there is no problem with faith.

Although Kana didn't like it, and even disliked it slightly, he wasn't exactly averse to it.

After all, this was the first time someone had been brought back from the brink of death.

Once the Night's Watch and the people of the world get used to it, this situation will no longer occur.

All the watchmen knelt on one knee.

They struck a pose of loyalty, like knights.

this moment.

Some coalition soldiers and those in charge also knelt down on one knee.

Even the snake-man, a creature without legs, showed respect and submission.

Those who came from afar, those nobles from different races.

They all adopted the same stance at this moment.

Even the arrogant elves.

He also lowered his head.

The once bustling crowd had become unusually quiet.

Only the torch of light, in full bloom, continues to radiate its glow.

"We fight for the world!"

Following Kana's words.

Everyone shouted this sentence in unison.

"We fight for the world!"

……

The festival has ended.

Kana disappeared from sight.

But the massive crowds did not quiet down.

Because countless Night's Watchmen surrounded the resurrected spirits, touching them and asking them questions from time to time.

"You really are alive."

"Stop touching me, that's enough."

"What is the afterlife like? Have you ever felt it?"

"Yes, I could vaguely sense the outside world, but it was as if I couldn't think clearly. Now I can recall it."

"Sigh, your level has dropped, Captain."

"..."

The whole environment was very noisy.

The visiting managers also wanted to approach and ask some questions, but they were clearly not given the opportunity at this moment.

At this moment, these people were impatient, but helpless.

Under the watchman's supervision, everyone began to return.

The diplomatic corps that attended the ceremony returned to their assembly point.

As soon as they got back, they huddled together.

It's clearly impossible not to discuss this now.

"My lord, was that truly a perfect resurrection?"

At this time, the high-ranking diplomatic corps members were gathered in the largest tent in the middle.

All the representatives looked at the person sitting in the main seat.

That was a member of the Mage Alliance Council.

A legendary mage of level fourteen, and everyone knows that he specializes in life and soul magic, and also studies necromancy. Although he never reveals it, it is no secret to these people.

The old man remained silent.

He nodded slightly in response to the question.

"Yes, although it is incredible, it was indeed a perfect resurrection. The world acknowledged that the dead Night's Watchmen had become living beings again."

It is not necromancy, not a physical body, and not the incarnation of a soul.

He was talking about some well-known methods of resurrection.

“But… how is this possible? How did the Night’s Watch manage to do that?” a nobleman muttered to himself.

He couldn't figure it out.

The Creation Stone has been documented before.

The desire to resurrect people, or even to live forever, is not unfounded.

However, even the Creation Stone has certain limitations in reviving other life forms, and it cannot be used on a large scale.

Judging from what Canna said and his performance today, it seems that revival is a viable force that can exist on a large scale.

Just like holy light, just like magic, it becomes a power that can persist.

This represents a completely different meaning.

"Heh heh, it seems the Night's Watch has already seized supreme power," a wolf-headed orc grinned.

Everyone present glanced at him but did not say anything.

Most of them could guess why this event was so grand, with almost everyone from all factions invited to attend.

It's clearly telling them that the Night's Watch's resurrection mechanism might be able to be given to others.

Even if it can only be granted to those blessed by the Night's Watch, that would be acceptable.

Because now all slots are open to everyone.

It doesn't matter if the two are bound together.

Who among us here isn't currently operating within a data-driven environment?

It can't be hidden from others.

The benefits of a data-driven state far outweigh the drawbacks, and no one would refuse it.

The same applies to resurrection at this time.

"Wait a minute, folks, the Night's Watch won't just leave us here to watch."

The Night's Watch has now cast the bait, and they are bound to take the bait.

Now let's see what the Night's Watch wants them to do by hanging them up.

To seize absolute power and become the king of the world?

to be frank.

Although the Night's Watch is domineering, this doesn't seem like their style.

At that moment, a voice outside the door invited them to enter.

A messenger entered.

This conveyed the message that the Night's Watch was inviting everyone to a meeting.

It will happen tomorrow at noon.

(End of this chapter)