Chapter 423: Chapter 347: About Resurrection

“I’m sorry, I can’t do that,” the Elf Priest patted the dejected Dwarf, “Resurrecting a body with a fatal wound requires Resurrection, a Seventh Circle Divine Art, only truly High Rank Priests can master it, and it also requires extremely expensive casting materials.”

“What about the Aira? Can they do something?” the Dwarf, still hopeful, said, “Isn’t it said that Angels can resurrect the dead? Just like in the stories, they are creatures of the Heavens…”

“Perhaps, but there are also many restrictions.” Alamir shook his head, “Resurrection is a very painful process, and for the Caster, the Resurrection also imposes a huge burden on their spirit and physical stamina. A High Rank Divine Art Caster can only cast Resurrection a limited number of times each day, and in a war, even disregarding the cost of casting materials, it’s impossible to resurrect all the casualties because there simply aren’t enough High Rank Priests…”

“If not in one day, then in two days, if not in two days then in three days…” Bruto stubbornly argued, “With patience, isn’t it possible to resurrect everyone eventually?”

“That is theoretically possible, but there’s a precondition: the deceased themselves must be willing to be resurrected,” the Priest explained patiently, “Look at this Dwarf Warrior in front of you, he died gloriously in battle against Demons for a noble belief; where do you think his Soul would go?”

“Certainly to Moradin’s hall, Father God would definitely be proud of him…”

“Indeed, but before that, a deceased’s Soul first travels to the Domain of the Vague, waiting for a Divine Envoy to guide them, or for judgment by the King of the Dead,” Alamir turned and explained to others whose attention had been drawn, “The waiting period usually spans one to ten days, during which the success rate of resurrection is still quite high, but after that it gets difficult.”

“What do you mean?” Lancelot’s curiosity was piqued, “After being taken away by a Divine Envoy, can the Soul not be resurrected?”

“It can, but ‘persuading’ them to return would be very difficult.” Alamir shrugged, “For example, this Dwarf Warrior, his Soul would become a petitioner, joining the ranks of great heroes in the history of his race in Moradin’s Divine Kingdom, enjoying a happy and fulfilling afterlife, which includes the richest veins in the Multiverse, forges where creativity can flourish, and ever-flowing mugs of mead…”

“It seems only the last one really appeals to me,” Bruto commented.

“Although this doesn’t quite fit my expectation of heaven, that’s exactly what most Dwarves desire,” the voice of the Priest carried a hint of a smile, “All the worries, pain, anxiety, and sorrow of mortal life would leave you, replaced by eternal contentment and peace… If it were you, would you be willing to answer the call to return to a mortal body in the world?”

“I…” the Dwarf wanted to argue, but ultimately just nodded, “I understand what you mean. But just so you know, if one day I too pass away, you better try to bring me back. Maybe I’m not ready to enjoy retirement just yet.”

“You have my word.” Lancelot replied with a smile, “If you’re not willing to come back, I’ll go to Mount Heaven myself to find you…”

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As night fell, the surviving guards in the fortress lit a huge bonfire in the square. They emptied all the food from the cellars and brought out vintage wines that had been stored for years. Everyone gathered around the bonfire, singing and dancing, drinking merrily, and celebrating this hard-won great victory to their heart’s content.

The banquet was attended not only by Pascaler’s garrison but also by reinforcements from other regions. They had thought they would see the ruins of Pascaler and were prepared for a fierce battle with the rampaging demon army, so when they heard the news that the enemy had been defeated and the demon leader captured, their cheers almost brought the fortress down.

What was even more incredible was that these arriving reinforcements encountered many legendary figures and they would also hear a most bizarre story involving a Succubus Paladin, her Human Knight mercenary, the empty gallery of Cang Ye, and the Demon General in the dungeon of the Abyssal Lord’s castle.

Lancelot and his party were naturally the most important guests at this banquet, especially when he took out the remaining portraits, which brought the celebration to a new climax. People, with respect and excitement, identified the characters from the legendary tales, while the heroes from the same era as those in the paintings added various details to their stories.

The Protector Spellcasters would one by one “awaken” these portraits, which of course took a lot of time, but that was no longer Lancelot’s concern.

Almost everyone came over to express their gratitude to him, usually in the form of a toast, and it was even better if they had the chance to exchange a word or two with the beautiful Succubus Paladin.

If it had been before, Lancelot would have surely been knocked out by now, but now he just needed to slightly channel his energy, and he could turn the wine he drank into vapor, which he expelled through the pores all over his body, leaving those trying to intoxicate him drunk on the ground instead. Bruto was astonished seeing the Human Knight accept drinks from all comers and never fall down.

However, according to Lancelot’s thinking, this victory celebration was obviously held at an inappropriate time. It was the time to press the attack and expand their control, but Androlina’s highest leader didn’t think so.

“For us in Aira, war is always the last option,” King Consort Finier explained elegantly in response to Lancelot’s question, “Now that the Mother of Demons has been imprisoned, we prefer to slowly expand the influence of the good side. If we can drive the demons out of this plane without triggering a large-scale battle, that would be the most ideal situation.”

“But aren’t you worried that other Abyssal Lords will send armies to fill the void left by the departure of the Mother of Demons?” Lancelot still found it hard to understand, “Why not seize this opportunity to solve the problem once and for all?”

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“It is precisely because we want to solve this problem once and for all that we try to avoid large-scale battles,” the King Consort said with a relieved smile. “You don’t need to worry about the other Abyssal Lords; they are not like Cang Ye. They lack the various advantages brought by the status of a Lord of Androlina. And once we turn this plane into a world as beautiful as the south bank of the Hoffenstan River, do you know what will happen?”

“I don’t know.”

Lancelot cooperated by shaking his head, but the skull floating beside him began to shout excitedly.

“Goodness, so that’s your plan!” Clone Well’s voice trembled with excitement, “You want to extract Androlina from the Abyssal Plane!”

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