Chapter 179: Resurrection

On the Aifala Dalu, "resurrection" is a matter that is both simple and difficult.

To say it is simple is because in the spell list of spellcasters, the earliest spell involving the concept of "resurrection" is the 3rd-level 【Revivify】.

This means that a priest, paladin, or other related professional and their subclasses whose professional level has just reached level 5 can obtain the ability to resurrect the dead.

It looks very powerful, even appearing somewhat overpowered.

But in the real world, if one considers the various harsh conditions it requires, this low-level spell becomes exceptionally mediocre.

Not to mention the spell materials required by the spell itself, which are extremely expensive even for ordinary professionals.

The limitation that it can only resurrect creatures that have just died within one minute already removes it from the beautiful facade of "resurrection" and relegates it to an unpopular category that no one cares about.

One must know that under normal circumstances, what kind of people would have the ability and conditions to use such a spell.

Apart from high-ranking nobles who died accidentally, there are only adventurers who encounter danger during missions.

Regarding the former, if you really have the financial resources to hire a professional who has mastered the relevant spell ability to protect you personally, and you keep spell materials on hand all year round, and are willing to bear the risk of resurrection failure...

Then perhaps 【Revivify】 is of some use to you.

But for adventurers, the situation where team members suffer casualties almost always occurs during battle, and it is the kind with very high pressure intensity.

Then how can you guarantee that you can resolve the battle within one minute?

And even if this deceased member is very important to the entire team, and you decide to resurrect them midway through the battle, letting the front-line warriors bear the pressure and drag out one minute, consuming the precious time and mental energy of the only spellcaster in the team to cast the spell.

Then the other limitations of 【Revivify】 will also cause your entire team to fall into an extremely dangerous situation.

In addition to the condition that "the time of death must be within one minute", it also requires that the deceased's body must be complete, without any missing parts.

Even if resurrected, it is only to return to a state of serious injury and near death, which is no different from a dead person on the battlefield.

And during this entire process, all members of the team must shrink inward to protect the spellcaster in the team from interference.

If the enemy on the opposite side has even a little intelligence and realizes what you are doing, then whether it is destroying the corpse or finding a way to interrupt the spellcaster's concentration state,

the magic turbulence and mental shock caused by the spell failure will cause the mage in the team to fall into a state of stiffness where they cannot cast spells.

Then comes the domino effect, dragging the entire team into the abyss of death.

Of course, the number of spells on the Aifala Dalu is as vast as the sea, and there are countless variants and improved refined versions.

Apart from 【Revivify】, there are quite a few spells with "resurrection" effects.

But most of them are high-level spells above the 6th level.

And because "resurrection" itself requires pulling the soul of the deceased, which has already arrived at the Outer Plane, or even been summoned into the God Kingdom, or made into a soul coin by greedy devils, back to the Material Plane.

It has extremely high requirements for the spellcaster's professional ability, mental strength, professional level, and other aspects.

Isidore is the main priest of the Niumu Moon God Church, with a professional level of "9", and has not yet completed his job transfer, and is still a few steps away from "Transcendence".

The limitation of his professional level means he can only master spells up to the 5th level at most.

Wanting to resurrect a deceased person who has been dead for many days can be said to be quite difficult.

But... it is not completely impossible.

The first point, and the most important one.

He is a main priest who believes in the 【Moon Maiden】 "Selene" and is in charge of a large church.

Under the gaze of the gods, he possesses spellcasting abilities in some areas that far exceed professionals of the same level.

The second point.

Tonight is the "Moon Feast", which only happens once a year, the time point when the divine moonlight is most active.

Finally, there are the items on the altar, which are currently placed properly next to the elf corpse, as if they were funerary objects:

Two top-quality blue diamonds of the highest purity produced from the Tiegu Mine;

Half a drop of golden tree sap from the Cuilin Life Ancestral Tree;

A small resonance crystal modified and synthesized by the Gravity Laboratory of Huancai City;

And some other expensive auxiliary materials.

As for their specific value...

Not to mention the favors consumed by asking Isidore for help.

It can only be said that the selling price of just that half drop of golden tree sap in the mage shop in Huancai City is close to five figures.

Cornell had already thought about it before coming.

If this kid dared to renege on the debt after being resurrected, he would go directly to the Qingyu Forest and pull out the ancestral tree their family planted to sell for money, and the extra would be treated as interest.

Reluctantly stuffing the sheep-deer statue in his hand into his bosom, under the priest's urging, Cornell dragged his indigo ramie robe and came to the altar to check one last time.

His gaze swept over the blonde elf's exquisite face, which was dead white and bloodless, and he couldn't help but feel fortunate in his heart.

Fortunately, the black-robed goblin in the Goblin Lair didn't know any necromancy spells.

Otherwise, if the elf corpse were stained with a bit of undead aura, or even transformed into an undead creature,

then wanting to resurrect it would require the 9th-level 【True Resurrection】—it is estimated that there are not many people on the entire continent who can do it, and he couldn't afford the remuneration required to hire a spellcaster of this level.

"It's okay, let's start."

Cornell stepped back a few steps, returned to below the altar, and nodded to the priest Isidore who was waiting on the side.

Subconsciously wanting to take out the black wood statue that he had just stuffed into his bosom, he glanced at the elf corpse lying quietly on the table.

Thinking for a moment, he suppressed a certain impulse that felt like a body instinct.

His slightly raised palm was lowered, hanging unnaturally on both sides of his thighs.

He didn't notice the mage's strange behavior.

This resurrection spell was an incomparably difficult challenge for Isidore, who had not yet stepped into Transcendence.

He had no heart to pay attention to anything else.

Since just now, he had been concentrating on adjusting his state, and even his breathing was faintly in tune with the silver-white mist light floating above the church, as if he wanted to merge his entire person with the Moon God Church.

Seeing that Cornell had confirmed the spell materials were correct, he no longer brewed, stepped forward slowly, and came to the altar where the elf corpse was placed.

Stepping down a few steps, Isidore raised his hands, overlapping them gently on the holy emblem on his chest, and the edge of the holy emblem of the mysterious eye surrounding the stars was faintly exposed at the tiger's mouth of his thumb.

His eyes were already closed at some point, his head raised slightly, allowing the brilliant light refracted by the glass stained window in front to shine on his face.

His lips moved.

A blurry prayer sound like sleep talk rang out in the air.

Magic particles fluctuated quietly.

It was as if there was some invisible attraction, the silver light mist floating above the church auditorium like gauze drifted down leisurely, and under the control of the priest's mental power, covered the elf's body surface gently.

As if a layer of thin frost emitting a faint light had condensed, wrapping his entire body.

And at the same time, the bright moonlight shining down like a spotlight from the dome of the church condensed in an instant!

Making the interior of the church, which originally appeared somewhat dark, instantly brighter.

And those spell materials placed on the side also gradually melted under the illumination of the moonlight, seeping into the elf's body.

The resurrection ritual was proceeding silently.

Cornell stood quietly in the shadow of the corridor pillar on the side, his eyes reflecting the bright and quiet moonlight in front.

The keen observation ability at the microscopic level peculiar to mages.

Allowed him to vaguely see a blurry human silhouette with the slender physical characteristics of the elf race, which was slowly drifting down from the church dome toward the elf corpse on the altar under the guidance of that beam of moonlight.

The sacred environment of the Moon God Church and the bright moonlight on the night of the "Moon Feast" were the best spellcasting environments.

No one disturbed, and there would be no other interference factors.

Allowing Isidore to focus wholeheartedly on the spell itself.

The ritual was proceeding smoothly and was about to end.

Watching the human shadow slowly descending in the air, Cornell was calculating in his heart whether to follow him home after the elf was resurrected, so as to avoid the other party reneging on the debt.

His chest, however, suddenly felt a very strange sensation.

It was not the usual heat or cold, nor pain or numbness.

But an extremely abrupt, weird feeling as if it were temporarily targeting the part of his chest, enhancing his senses countless times.

Clearly still separated by a shirt, Cornell could feel the texture and carvings of the position where the wooden statue was in contact with his skin extremely clearly.

Feeling a bit of discomfort.

His consciousness, however, seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, making him subconsciously ignore the abnormality and strangeness of this phenomenon.

He just withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and subconsciously took the wooden statue out of his bosom.

Before he had time to look closely, the silver-white moonlight at the corner of his eye also dissipated in an instant.

Suddenly coming back to his senses.

Attracted by the wooden statue, he did not see the process of the elf's soul merging into the body with his own eyes.

But according to the current situation...

"Is it over?"

Cornell asked the priest beside the altar, gripping the statue tightly in his hand.

"Should be..."

His forehead was already covered with a layer of fine sweat.

Isidore's face appeared somewhat pale, his eyes filled with fatigue staring at the blonde elf's corpse in front of him, his expression puzzled.

"The mental power flow is smooth, and I have already established contact with his soul through divine arts."

"Normally, the spell should have succeeded."

Hearing the priest say this, Cornell couldn't help but take two steps forward, staring tightly at the elf corpse lying quietly on the altar, motionless.

"Don't, such expensive spell materials, if we do it again, my family fortune will be emptied."

"Don't let him really compensate the ancestral tree at home to..."

The words were only half spoken.

Cornell suddenly felt the wooden statue in his hand swell up.

His heart jumped, and he intended to move his gaze away from the corpse in front, but before he could move it down.

In front, the blonde elf lying on the altar twitched his fingers suddenly.

Pulling his attention back again.

"Fengxian?"

As if hearing the name Cornell called.

The blonde elf named "Fengxian" slowly opened his eyes, revealing his emerald eyes that contained not a trace of spirit.

Just like a robot whose program had been set in advance.

His arms bent, his palms pressed on the cold surface of the altar, his waist and abdomen exerted force, and his slender body sat up stiffly and slowly.

Then, there was another stagnation.

His eyes stared at the void in front, motionless.

"Is this... normal?"

Although Cornell had experience in resurrecting teammates before, this was his first time using divine moonlight on the "Moon Feast".

Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but ask the priest beside him.

Isidore was also the first time, facing the doubts of an old acquaintance, he didn't know how to answer, so he could only reply ambiguously:

"Just resurrected, maybe still a bit uncomfortable?"

"Wait a while, let's see the situation."

The words just fell.

The blonde elf sitting dully on the altar, his expression stagnant, seemed to be gradually adapting, just as Isidore said.

His neck twisted, and he turned his head slowly.

The long golden hair hanging by his ears swayed gently, revealing the slender pointed ears hidden underneath, and the wooden ear ornaments with the characteristics of the elf race.

For some reason, at this moment, Cornell only felt that the time in his eyes seemed to have suddenly become slow.

Allowing him to even see the elf's slightly trembling eyelashes, the blood color blooming between his lips due to regaining new life, and...

At the corner of his eye, the sacred silver light suddenly emerging from Isidore!

He sensed that something was wrong in his heart.

But this thought had just emerged, and before it had time to pass into his brain for analysis and summary, and drive his body to make corresponding actions.

The blonde elf's cold emerald eyes, which had no emotional ups and downs, followed his turning action and looked at himself.

Completed eye contact with Cornell.

Bang—

The first to explode was the silver-iron bracelet hidden under the long sleeve on his right wrist.

Silver-blue light spots gushed out from it, twisted and formed in the air, vaguely constructing the appearance of a shield.

But before it could take shape, it scattered into a piece of disordered and chaotic magic particles.

Then, the second to explode was the golden necklace around Cornell's neck, which had been hidden under his clothes for years.

The complex and chaotic patterns on the surface only flickered with light, dimmed twice, and then returned to silence as if short-circuited.

Along with the necklace itself, it turned into fly ash and powder.

Finally, it was the black rune formed by two overlapping hollow circles at the center of Cornell's eyebrows.

The faint light flickered, causing the space around him to suddenly twist and blur, and his body also faintly became illusory.

But after only an instant, it returned to its original state in vain.

The black rune melted into dim flowing light and disappeared into the air.

Just took a look.

This senior mage with a professional level close to "Transcendence", from the Huosuoe Royal Academy, apprenticed to the Tower Arcane Master of Huancai City, and with a deep background.

All the magic equipment and enchantment runes on his body used for protection turned into useless waste.

Behind him, the quiet and sacred silver-white moonlight condensed into shape, firmly wrapping the priest Isidore who had lost consciousness and protecting him inside.

Leather boots landed.

In the boundless silence where even the sound of breathing disappeared.

The blonde elf walked down from the altar clumsily and stiffly.

Came in front of the mage.

Under the gaze of the other party's bloodshot eyes filled with horror and panic.

Reached out and took the statue from the mage's hand gently.

Step by step.

Staggered out of the church.

Rumble—

It was the noise of the glass stained window cracking.

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