But compared to death, this could only be considered a trivial price.
She raised her head, her gaze a little unfocused as she swept over the familiar yet strange scene around her, finally locking onto the figure hovering above the torch, exuding a gentle and magnificent divine power.
"Ma... Captain Marsha?!"
The voice of the Night Watcher beside her was filled with incredulous joy and choking sobs, and several Night Watchers were tearful at this mont.
As if in a chain reaction, the heroes who had once fallen began to open their eyes one by one and sit up in the coffins.
Broken Sword Roland gripped the longsword in his hand, which had reford and shimred with unyielding light; in other coffins, familiar faces displayed confusion and shock, eventually transforming into wild joy and indescribable excitent, and they all stood up!
They moved their "reborn" limbs, feeling the life force surging once again within them, their eyes sweeping over the petrified spectators, over the trembling Night Watchers who were almost rushing towards them, and finally, all eyes were drawn, as if by a magnet, to the one who awakened them from eternal silence.
Their consciousness and mories did not remain frozen at the mont of their death.
Though their souls’ consciousness was guided after death, they could sowhat feel this bewildered state.
However, at that ti their souls were unstable, and without a body they couldn’t think steadily.
They could only passively perceive the external environnt, and very vaguely at that.
Upon waking, although bewildered, they were aware of so fragnted external perceptions.
They knew they had been brought back to life.
They knew they had died, possibly for a while now.
No hesitation, no delay.
"Bulwark" Marsha was the first to kneel on one knee, pounding her right fist upon her chest, producing a dull tallic thud, her head lowered deeply, her voice trembling with excitent yet ringing out clearly across the silent square:
"My lord Kana! ’Bulwark’ Marsha, at your command!"
Following closely was "Broken Sword" Roland, who propped himself up on his sword with both hands, and knelt on one knee, his head lowered: "My lord Kana! Roland’s sword breaks for you and is reforged for you!"
One after another, the legendary heroes who had risen from their coffins, those who had shed their last drop of blood to protect the world, knelt uniformly before the figure above the Light Torch, offering their first act of loyalty and faith post-resurrection with the most ancient and exalted warrior’s salute:
"My lord Kana!"
"My lord Kana!"
"..."
The wave of voices gathered, like a tsunami, breaking through the previous deathly silence.
With the ecstasy of surviving calamity, infinite awe for the miracle, and absolute loyalty to their new lord.
Under the Light Torch, above North City, under the cold gaze of the Tower of Despair, it resounded loudly!
This voice was the living acclaiming the dead, the dead announcing to the living, the Night Watchers’ triumphant song against the iron law of death!
These resurrected Night Watchers beca like fanatics almost instantly upon resurrection.
Kana could clearly feel the links of faith.
Link by link, the faith connections of fanatics appeared here.
The faith of the Night Watchers witnessing this scene surged uncontrollably.
Kana could do nothing about this situation.
In a world where gods truly exist, faith is not a problem.
Though Kana didn’t quite like it, perhaps even a little annoyed by it, they didn’t outright reject it.
After all, it was the first resurrection.
When the Night Watchers and the people of the world get used to it, this situation will no longer occur.
All the Night Watchers knelt on one knee.
They assud the position of loyalty like knights.
At this mont.
So soldiers of the United Army and those who ca to manage also knelt on one knee successively.
Even the snake-n, creatures without legs, assud a posture of respectful submission.
Those who ca from afar, those noble ones from different races.
At this mont, all assud the sa posture.
Even the proud elves.
They too lowered their heads.
In the crowded environnt, it suddenly beca exceptionally quiet.
Only the blossoming Light Torch continued to spill its light.
"We all fight for the world!"
Following Kana’s words.
Everyone shouted in unison.
"We all fight for the world!"
...
The ceremony ended.
Kana’s figure vanished from sight.
But the massive crowd scene did not quiet down.
Because countless Night Watchers surrounded the resurrected heroes, touching them, and from ti to ti asking.
"You’re really alive."
"Stop touching, that’s enough."
"What was the world after death like? Did you feel it?"
"Yes, in a bewildered state I could feel the outside, it was like I couldn’t think, but now I can recall."
"Oh, your level has gone down, Captain."
"..."
The whole environnt was very noisy.
The visiting administrators wanted to approach and ask so questions, but apparently now was not the ti they would be given the opportunity.
At this mont, these people were anxious but helpless.
Under the direction of the Night Watchers, everyone began to disperse.
The diplomatic delegations returned to their gathering place.
As soon as they returned, they clustered together.
It was obvious that discussion was inevitable at this mont.
"Sir, was that truly a perfect resurrection?"
At this ti, the dignified mbers of the diplomatic corps gathered in the largest tent in the center.
All representatives looked towards the person sitting in the main seat.
He was a mber of the Mage United Council.
A Level Fourteen Legendary Mage, well-known for specializing in life and soul, and also researching undead magic, although he never showed it openly, it was no secret among these people.
The elderly man remained silent.
Facing such a question, he nodded slightly.
"Yes, though unbelievably, it was indeed a perfect resurrection. The world has accepted it, those deceased Night Watchers have truly beco living beings again.
Not undead magic, not a shell of flesh, nor a soul incarnate."
He ntioned so of the better-known resurrection thods.
"But...how is this possible? How did the Night Watchers achieve it?" a noble murmured.
He couldn’t fathom it.
The Stone of Creation wasn’t unknown.
The wish to resurrect soone, even beco immortal, wasn’t unheard of.
But even the Stone of Creation setting limitations on resurrecting other lives, and impossible to use on a large scale.
But from Kana’s speech and today’s display, resurrection seed capable of widespread existence, even becoming a feasible power.
Like Holy Light and Magic Power, becoming a sustainable Power.
This signifies sothing entirely different.
"Ha ha, seems the Night Watchers have indeed grasped supre authority," a wolf-headed Beastman laughed, splitting his mouth.
The gathered attendees glanced at him, but said nothing.
Many could foresee why this event was so grand, inviting almost all factions to witness.
Clearly indicating that this resurrection chanism of the Night Watchers might be transferable to others.
Even if it could only be given to those blessed by the Night Watchers, it was feasible.
Because currently, everyone’s slots were open.
Binding the two wasn’t an issue.
Everyone present was also in a datafication state now, weren’t they?
Impossible to hide from others.
The benefits of datafication far outweigh its drawbacks, no one would refuse.
Right now, resurrection was the sa.
"Let’s wait and see, everyone, the Night Watchers won’t just let us sit idly by."
The Night Watchers have cast their bait, and they were bound to bite.
Now let’s see what the Night Watchers intend to reel them in for.
To wield absolute power, to beco kings of the world?
Frankly speaking.
Though the Night Watchers are domineering, it doesn’t quite fit their style.
At this mont, a request for a eting was heard outside the door.
A ssenger walked in.
Conveying the Night Watchers’ invitation to a eting for everyone.
Set for noon tomorrow.
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