Chapter 700: Young Man – I Come to Evangelize
Da Dou was flabbergasted.
As a member of a legend level power, and also as an outstanding gold level magic chef, he had traveled many places and had a very wide horizon.
“Resurrection has always been individual, this kind of communal resurrection is rarely seen, it simply captures the hearts and souls of people!”
“This God Mist, they should be a different race’s god, how magnanimous this god is!”
It was indeed rare.
To use Resurrection, one needed to be at least a bishop. Wanting a bishop to use Resurrection was hard, the starting price was at least 10,000 gold and there were other limiting factors too.
For example, resurrecting a person depended on if their corpse was intact and if their soul still remained.
In addition, it was also needed to examine the resurrection target’s allegiance, beliefs, and relationships.
Even if a resurrection target met all of the criteria, when some bishops used Resurrection, they needed the God’s (Godhead’s) approval, it was not purely decided by the bishop’s own determination.
All of these factors made just singular resurrections a rarity.
Let alone a communal Resurrection spell.
This kind of large scale Resurrection spell would only be used during world wars.
For example, during the demon invasion of the Main Plane several millennia ago, roughly 9 communal resurrections took place. That was the combined total of both sides.
Cong Mang was in a daze.
He watched as these corpses came back to life, and apart from his shock, he felt for the first time that perhaps relying on Long Fu was not such a bad thing.
It was always known that pirates lacked clergy.
Groups like the Divine Wind Pirates being outfitted with Sea Wind Church clergy was a rare example.
The vast majority, or it could be said, almost every pirate group wasn’t outfitted with extensive amounts of clergy.
Pirates were thus unable to enjoy divine spell healing during battle, and could only use magic medicine, alchemy items, or other methods to make up for this deficiency. (The Dragon Lion Mercenary Corps’ White Bandage was a healing ship model)
But these treatment methods usually weren’t as effective as divine spells.
On the battlefield, every moment counted, and on the line between life and death, being two to three seconds slower to heal might cause these remedies to fail.
How could Cong Mang not want divine spell healing?
How could Cong Mang not want divine spell resurrection?
He really wanted them!
As a valiant pirate that always charged in and broke through enemy lines, having divine spell healing and resurrection simply solved his greatest worries.
Of the three gold level experts, Hun Tong was fairly tranquil.
He was constantly thinking over the name “Mist”, it seemed this god’s name had imbedded itself deeply into his thoughts.
Although Hun Tong had come into contact with the dragonman youngster and Dao Hen the earliest, the dragonman youngster did not make an introduction and Dao Hen specifically avoided Hun Tong when doing his daily prayers. This was the first time he had officially heard the god’s name “Mist”.
“God Mist…are they the grand master that is controlling everything behind the scenes?”
“They shouldn’t be a human god and are probably a different race’s god. A more brazen guess would be that they are a fishman god?”
Hun Tong glanced at the dragonman youngster, “to be able to unleash Resurrection, Long Fu must be at least a bishop.”
“No, he is not merely a bishop!”
“Why did the Dragon Lion Mercenary Corps come to the Ice Sculpture Kingdom during the National Ceremony? This point in time is too subtle! This communal Resurrection spell entirely proves Long Fu’s status in the god’s heart! The God Mist surely must have a big conspiracy, and Long Fu is their most powerful chess piece in the immediate political situation.”
The three gold levels’ minds were madly shaking, to say nothing of Hong Zhu and Tripleblade.
Hong Zhu went limp and numb; she knelt down again and shouted blessings of how powerful Long Fu was and how divinely powerful the God Mist was.
Her excitement led to incoherent speech.
Everyone present could understand her.
As a silver level expert whose bloodline had come to its end, to join such a powerful power and hug the thigh of such an immense figure as Long Fu was a rare opportunity for her.
Hong Zhu was no greenhorn youngster; she had worked hard for many years and encountered innumerable dangers and struggled many times on the line between life and death. Compared to these dangers, she suffered much more discrimination, suspicion, and scorn. This time, she was arrested and thrown into prison by Snow Bird Harbor City Lord, and while suffering torture, she sank into the abyss of despair, believing more and more that she would lose her life.
The big guy was her only hope.
She clung obstinately to this hope and didn’t let the pressure strike her down, keeping the big guy’s secrets hidden.
That hope came to fruition.
Under Divine Descent, the big guy easily rescued her and Da Dou.
After that, she personally participated in deploying the alchemy bomb and witnessed Snow Bird Harbor’s city palace being blown up, realizing a small vengeance.
She also witnessed how the fishman youngster crushed Snow Bird Harbor City Lord and Tan Mo.
A single strike!
With just one strike, two aloof and remote gold levels that had caused her pain and despair were defeated.
The defeat was utterly thorough, like they were two dead dogs.
If it weren’t for the fishman youngster deciding to not kill them, how could Snow Bird Harbor City Lord and Tan Mo still be alive?
She had experienced Long Fu’s power when he saved her from despair and gave her revenge.
Now, Hong Zhu saw a communal Resurrection spell.
How could she not realize how important this stroke of luck was to her life!?
The communal resurrection had completely illuminated her eyes, setting aflame beautiful expectations of the future.
Her heart was constantly lingering on the divine name “Mist”. She looked up at the dragonman youngster and secretly pledged that from now on, she would firmly hug his thigh!
“Those comrades were really resurrected?” Tripleblade’s red eyes began to sparkle, and he nearly wanted to weep on the spot.
Tripleblade was once a mercenary commander.
While the dragonman youngster was away, he displayed utter loyalty to his duty, racked his brains, and exhausted his capabilities to keep the Dragon Lion Mercenary Corps branch afloat. Although he was only an iron level, he made immense contributions.
He had feelings for the mercenary corps. If you were to ask who among the survivors desired to raise the mercenary corps’ rank and accomplish more in the corps, which would it be? It would be none other than Tripleblade.
When Tan Mo pretended to be a pirate and raided the Dragon Lion Mercenary Corps branch, Tripleblade exhausted his capabilities to command the battle, and fight with all his strength.
But many people were sacrificed.
Ku Feng’s and Xiao Wang Zi’s unexpected assistance gave Tripleblade hope in the dragonman youngster’s return.
But ultimately, the one who arrived was the fishman youngster Hou Lang.
At the time, Tripleblade didn’t know who Hou Lang was. After the battle, he learned everything.
“That unfathomably powerful gold level fishman was the commander?!”
The dragonman youngster returning with such strength turned Tripleblade silent for a long while.
Soon after, Tripleblade learned of many more secrets, like how Snow Bird Harbor City Lord and Tan Mo were the leaders of this pirate raid.
Tripleblade realized that the dragonman youngster’s return had resolved the crisis that threatened to destroy the Dragon Lion Mercenary Corps branch!
Finally, Tripleblade also learned about what the dragonman youngster roughly went through after departing.
The one who complained and grumbled about the dragonman youngster neglecting his duty was forced to concede he was wrong to blame the dragonman youngster!
Now, Tripleblade had witnessed a communal resurrection.
Within that split second, his body and mind were battered with excitement, both of his knees went soft, and he nearly knelt on the ground.
The reliable comrades had been resurrected.
The dead battle companions had returned!
Those placed as spies and revealed to be traitors during the battle had caused Tripleblade grief.
What else could prove loyalty?
Perhaps death could?
To Tripleblade it seemed that those comrades who died could absolutely be trusted!
Now they were alive again.
This kind of dream scenario, for the first half of Tripleblade’s life, was only possible in a fantasy?
But now, it had indeed happened before his eyes.
And the one who accomplished all of this was their leader, their young commander!
For the first time ever, Tripleblade thought that the dragonman youngster was more suitable to be the survivors’ leader than Zong Ge.
But a moment later, a thought came from the bottom of his heart, “Even so, I still wish to follow Lord Zong Ge more!”
The goblin was loyal to Zong Ge, and that loyalty was firm and hard to sway.
Inside the divine domain space, it slowly got noisy with voices.
“Is this the world of the dead?”
“Wait a moment, I’m still alive? I feel I’m alive!”
“Didn’t I die fighting? What is happening right now?”
The resurrected mercenaries gradually reacted, then a memory assaulted their mind.
Inside the dark blue ocean, an enormous shoal of fish formed into the look of a god, and every resurrected person had to raise their heads up at it so they could catch sight of the god’s towering cloud like chest.
Soon after, the god’s figure scattered, and the countless ocean fish moved to raise a turbulent tide that drowned the resurrected people.
At the same time, a vast voice rumbled in their hearts – I am the God Mist, recite my name and you can be reborn!
Thus, they said it.
“God Mist, God Mist!”
“Let me be reborn, I will believe in you!”
“Please, return me to life, I don’t want to die.”
It was as if this voice came from their innermost being, but as a matter of fact, this memory had been forged by the dragonman youngster.
He simply implanted them during the resurrection process.
“I’m alive, I’m really alive!”
“So that spectacle in the deep sea wasn’t a hallucination.”
“What, did you go into that deep sea illusion too?”
The mercenaries communicated with each other, then after mutual validation, their expression became more emotional.
“It was the Lord Commander’s Resurrection spell.”
“You guys really are lucky beyond belief!”
Tripleblade shouted, attracting many eyes.
Realizing they had been resurrected, they began to look around them.
They naturally trusted Tripleblade, and when some of the older members saw the dragonman youngster, they paid their respects.
The dragonman youngster waved his hand, “The one who truly saved you is the great God Mist.”
“They gave you a second life.”
“Come, join me in prayer, you will convert to that grand god together, my god, Mist!”
The dragonman youngster solemnly stood in front of everyone and put his dragon claws together on his chest in prayer
Everyone imitated at once.
The dragonman youngster began to evangelize for the first time in his life.