ATPnovel Chapter 132 132 The magic of resurrection, casting a flawless golden body!
Chapter 132 132 The magic of resurrection, casting a flawless golden body!
Chapter 132: The Resurrection Miracle, Forging a Flawless Golden Body!
Wizardry Mod Master-Level Spell—Hero's Undying.
In the Wizardry Mod, allies can be resurrected fifteen seconds after death.
Placed in the Roderic Continent, the manifested form is indeed no different from "Believe in the Dawn, gain eternal life."
The definition of allies is actually very vague. In Ian's understanding, it means those who are already followers of the Dawn Church.
And any life form that sincerely desires to join the Dawn Church, offers faith to it, and is recognized by Ian himself, belongs to an ally.
Currently, it seems that this is indeed the manifested form.
In this way, it has become a true "Believe in the Dawn, eternal soul."
The effect of this resurrection method on faith purification is, strictly speaking, even far greater than the effect of Ian defeating the Demon King.
Logically speaking, the Hero's Undying spell could only resurrect one ally at a time in the MC world, but brought to the Roderic Continent, this spell has indeed become stronger.
Not only can it resurrect a large number of the deceased at once, but the magic power consumed is also not much.
In the eyes of the people of the Roderic Continent, considering the attitude towards resurrection, the cooldown time of the Hero's Undying spell can also be ignored.
Overall, it seems that no other spell is more suitable as the Dawn's signature method than Hero's Undying.
The ability to resurrect, coupled with Ian's power to defeat the Demon King.
The existence of the Dawn is beyond doubt, and the supreme divinity of the Dawn Church is undeniable.
As it stands now, if anyone were to say that the Dawn does not exist, questioning the greatness of the Dawn.
The most agitated might not even be the believers of the Dawn Church, but the people from the Hundred Races Alliance who came here to visit.
Who knows, before the believers even make a move, the members of the Hundred Races Alliance might excitedly tear the doubter's mouth apart.
Once the miracle of resurrection appears, without any additional evangelistic methods, everyone who sees it will immediately become the Dawn's most loyal believer.
Ian glanced at the faces of the guests from the Hundred Races Alliance, and the expressions of excitement and shock on their faces made Ian even more certain of this conclusion.
Speaking of which, it's also a coincidence that the identification rate of the Hero's Undying spell is shockingly low.
But coincidentally, two days before the final battle in the royal capital, Ian happened to find the Hero's Undying spellbook.
Ian has never mentioned this matter to Lesia and the others, and probably never will in the future.
The method of resurrection is truly shocking.
The details of this matter are not a good thing to spread out.
This spell will also become a unique divine art exclusive to Ian and the Dawn in the future.
Even so-called miracles like bone meal cultivation and endless water sources will never be as representative as the method of resurrection.
Honestly, with Hero's Undying in one hand and Steve's Iron Fist in the other.
The God's compassion and thunderous wrath are perfectly embodied in Ian.
Ian is even starting to feel that he is not the Pope, but the Dawn itself.
……
With the miracle of resurrection descending before their eyes, Ian understood that everyone needed some time to accept the reality of this matter.
He did not interrupt the emotions of the crowd, quietly allowing this shock to continue to ferment.
As for Jerome and the others below, after subconsciously paying respects to Ian, they finally reacted.
They looked at themselves in disbelief, and also observed the others.
Jerome clearly remembered that he had died.
Surrounded by powerful Mind Flayer warriors, after desperately killing several Mind Flayers, he was beheaded by the opponent.
In his memory, the scene of his head rolling and seeing his headless body falling was quite clear.
That was death, no doubt about it.
But…
What is going on now?
Has the soul ascended to heaven?
But Markov and the others are still here!
Jerome and the others, who couldn't figure out what was going on, felt inexplicably uneasy.
In that moment of daze, Locke's face suddenly appeared in front of Jerome.
The calm and elegant Elven Tree of Life Great Guardian's face was flushed, and his eyes were fixed on him, making Jerome always feel that the other party was looking at some rare treasure.
A strange chill surged into his heart, and Jerome subconsciously took a step back.
Locke realized his eagerness, suppressed his excited emotions, and slowed down his voice:
"Knight Jerome, I am Locke of the Elven race, you should remember me, right?"
Jerome calmed down and nodded quickly after seeing Locke clearly.
"I remember you! The Elves Miss Fishley invited to help us fight against the demons."
The memory is fine!
Locke's joy was as turbulent as a roaring wave, almost overwhelming him.
Taking a deep breath, Locke said seriously:
"Do you know what happened, right? You were resurrected by the miracle bestowed by His Holiness the Pope!"
Jerome was stunned and looked up at Ian.
Although he had long believed in the omnipotence of the Dawn and the Pope in endless prayers, but…
When resurrection truly happened to him, Jerome couldn't help but feel like he was in a dream.
"Can I check you out?"
Locke couldn't wait to express his true desire.
Jerome did not object, after all, Locke was also a comrade-in-arms who had fought side by side before.
So…
The moment Jerome nodded, Locke couldn't wait to hold Jerome's shoulder.
The natural magic that had been suppressed for a long time poured out, turning into a gentle stream flowing into Jerome's body.
The extremely vigorous exploration technique turned Locke's eyes green.
Even the hair was covered by a layer of natural brilliance.
The power of nature flowed in from Jerome's shoulder, flowing throughout the body along the meridians.
Heart, limbs…
Even the neck that had been severed.
Locke carefully checked everything.
Afterward, he approached the other Dawn Knights, repeating the process.
Finally, Locke stood blankly in place, muttering words that others couldn't understand or hear clearly.
Matthew couldn't help but walk down quickly to look at Locke.
"Mr. Locke, is there something wrong with Jero and the others?"
But Locke didn't answer, still standing in place, muttering blankly.
Matthew patted Locke's shoulder.
"Mr. Locke?"
This time, Locke finally came back to his senses.
He nodded woodenly.
"There are no problems, they really have been resurrected… …resurrected as living beings, healthy and well… …"
Having said that, Locke walked off the judgment platform in a daze.
Matthew was extremely excited. Although he was certain of everything about the Dawn, the things happening before his eyes were simply too incredible.
He still couldn't avoid having some emotional reactions that humans should have.
Not paying attention to the absent-minded Locke, Matthew turned his head, suppressing his excitement, and patted Jero's shoulder with red eyes.
At this moment of great attention, although most people were still in a daze and hadn't reacted, Matthew still maintained the demeanor of a diocesan bishop.
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"Now, I can tell you this in person."
"Jero, you, all of you are the Dawn's most outstanding warriors! I am proud that you can still steadfastly choose to charge for the Dawn at the critical moment of life and death!"
"Your loyalty is seen by the great Lord, so the Lord has raised you from the dead!"
Matthew pressed his hand heavily on Jero's shoulder, stared into his eyes, and said seriously:
"Jero, the demons still exist, and the betrayers are still bewitching lost lambs to resist the embrace of the Lord. The Holy War has not stopped!"
"You who have walked out of death are the most steadfast warriors. The Lord has granted you a second life. Do you understand what you should do?"
As soon as these words came out, the slight confusion about resurrection that Jero had previously felt vanished instantly.
He raised his hand heavily and hammered his chest.
"No matter how many lives I have, I will be steadfast!"
"Glory, Life, Victory!"
Jero stepped past Matthew and, like all the surrounding knights, knelt on one knee to Ian in the clouds.
"Dedicate everything to the great Dawn!"
Ian looked at Matthew with satisfaction.
This diocesan bishop of the Pillar of White was indeed the right choice.
It seems that after Matthew cultivates someone who can take over as the diocesan bishop of the Domain of Daybreak, he can be promoted to the White-Robed Archbishop of the Pillar of White.
… …
On the other side.
The muddle-headed Locke walked back to Lilia Ace and the others.
This Great Guardian, who had always been upright and never retreated a step in the face of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
Now he seemed like a paper doll, swaying in place, looking like he would fall over with a gust of wind.
Fishley had a bit of a headache.
Lilia Ace had already collapsed in her arms and couldn't stand up. If Locke also fell… …
Other things were trivial, but if Her Majesty the Queen felt that the elves were unreliable and couldn't maintain their dignity in the face of miracles, and had criticisms of the elves.
That would be troublesome.
She hurriedly had Henderson support Locke.
As he got closer, Henderson finally understood what Locke was saying.
"Resurrection… …Master… …Elves… …"
Henderson looked at Fishley blankly.
Before he could say anything, the eldest Great Guardian of the elves suddenly turned red-eyed and immediately began to shed tears.
"Master! We really have found hope! Why… …why couldn't you have persevered a little longer!"
This cry made Henderson flustered.
Fortunately, the surrounding people were still immersed in the feat of resurrection and hadn't come back to their senses.
Fishley was extremely worried.
"Grandpa Locke! Pay attention to the occasion!"
"Let him cry for a while."
Lilia Ace finally recovered a bit and stood up with Fishley's support.
She took a deep breath and sighed deeply.
"Locke has experienced too much despair brought by the demons… …He's just too happy."
As she spoke, Lilia Ace also clenched her fists excitedly, looking up at Ian in the sky.
"From today onwards, the Hundred Clans Alliance will officially find hope!"
"Under the leadership of the great Dawn, sound the horn to counterattack the demons!"
"I have already seen it… …The long night of the Rhode Continent is coming to an end, and the day of the dawn is just around the corner!"
As soon as the words fell, Locke instantly shook off Henderson and rushed to Lilia Ace's side.
His eyes were bloodshot. After experiencing that short moment, Locke looked as if he had stayed up for several days, with bloodshot eyes.
"Your Majesty the Queen! We can't wait any longer!"
"The entire elven race must immediately offer their faith to the great Dawn without reservation! Otherwise! We will all be sinners of the elven race for all time!"
Having witnessed the resurrection, Locke's mind was now filled with the idea of joining the church.
Now, even his strength to reach the top of the Hundred Clans Alliance didn't give him as much security as a believer's identity certificate from the Dawn God Sect.
He didn't want to accept the regret of being powerless against the demons again.
Only by joining the Dawn God Sect, becoming a loyal believer of the Dawn, can the elves eternally enjoy glory.
And avoid all the tragedies that shouldn't exist!
Lilia Ace was silent for a long time, then suddenly looked at Fishley.
"The Seed of Life has already been offered to His Holiness the Pope, right?"
"Yes, Your Majesty the Queen!"
"Then… …"
The light in Lilia Ace's eyes became more and more bright and moving. She took a deep breath and said in a low voice:
"What do you think about the entire elven race relocating to the Land of Origin?"