Goblin Heavy Dependence

Chapter 179 Resurrection
On the continent of Efala, "resurrection" is both a simple and a difficult thing.

It is considered simple because the earliest spell involving the concept of "resurrection" in the caster's spellbook is the 3rd-level spell [Resurrection].

This means that a priest, paladin, or other related professions and their subclasses that have just reached level 5 can gain the ability to resurrect the dead.

She looks incredibly strong, almost like a supermodel.

However, in the real world, considering the various demanding conditions it requires, this low-level spell becomes quite useless.

Leaving aside the spells themselves, the casting materials are incredibly expensive even for ordinary professionals.

The mere limitation that it can only revive creatures that have just died within the last minute has already derailed its appealing "resurrection" aspect, relegating it to an obscure category that no one cares about.

It's important to understand what kind of people typically have the ability and resources to use this kind of magic.

Aside from upper-class nobles who died unexpectedly, the only other victims were adventurers who encountered danger during their missions.

Regarding the former, if you truly have the financial resources to hire a professional with relevant magical abilities for personal protection on a long-term basis, and you always have spellcasting materials on hand, and are willing to bear the risk of resurrection failure...

Perhaps the [Resurrection] spell could be of some use to you.

However, for adventurers, most injuries or deaths among team members occur during battles, and these are usually under extremely high pressure.

How can you guarantee that you can resolve the battle within a minute?

Even if the deceased member is very important to the team, you decide to cast a spell to revive him midway through the battle, allowing the front-line warriors to withstand the pressure and buy a minute of time, consuming the precious time and mental energy of the only spellcaster in the team, to cast the spell.

The other limitations of the [Resurrection Spell] will also put your entire team in 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 intact and without any missing parts.

Even if they are resurrected, they will only return to a state of severe injury and near death, and on the battlefield they will be no different from the dead.

Throughout this process, all members of the team must retreat inward to protect the spellcaster from interference.

If the enemy on the other side had even a shred of intelligence at this moment and realized what you were doing, then whether it was destroying the corpse or trying to interrupt the spellcaster's concentration, they would have succeeded.

The magical turbulence and mental shock caused by a failed spell will leave the mages in the party unable to cast spells.

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

Of course, the number of spells on the continent of Aifara is vast, with countless variations and refined versions.

Besides the Resurrection spell, there are many other spells that have a "resurrection" effect.

However, most of them are high-level spells above the sixth ring.

Furthermore, because "resurrection" itself requires bringing the souls of the deceased back to the material world—souls that have already arrived in the outer planes, or even been summoned into the kingdom of God, or turned into soul coins by greedy demons.

It places extremely high demands on the spellcaster's professional skills, mental fortitude, professional level, and other aspects.

Isidore is the chief priest of the Church of the Luna of Neum, with a job level of "9". He has not yet completed his job advancement and is still a few steps away from "Transcendent".

Due to the limitations of his profession level, he can only master spells up to the 5th ring level at most.

It is extremely difficult to resurrect someone who has been dead for many days.

But... it's not entirely impossible.

The first point, and the most important one.

He is a priest who worships the "Moon Maiden" "Serenne" and heads a large church.

Under the watchful eye of the gods, they possess spellcasting abilities far exceeding those of other professionals of the same level in certain areas.

Second point.

Tonight is the "Lunar Feast," a once-a-year event where the divine power of the moonlight is at its most active.

Finally, on the altar, there was something now neatly placed beside the elven corpse, as if it were a burial offering:

Two top-quality blue diamonds of the highest purity, sourced from the Iron Valley mine;

Half a drop of golden sap from the ancestral tree of life in the verdant forest;
A small resonant crystal synthesized from the modified gravity laboratory of Huancai City;

And other expensive auxiliary materials.

As for its specific value...

Leaving aside the favors and obligations incurred in seeking Isidore's help.

It can only be said that even a single half-drop of golden tree sap costs close to five figures in the mage's shop in Huancai City.

Cornell had already planned this out before he came.

If this kid dares to renege on his debt after being resurrected, he'll go straight to Whispering Forest, uproot the ancestral tree they planted, and sell it for money, with the extra as interest.

Reluctantly tucking the sheep-deer-human figurine into his bosom, Cornell, urged by the priest, dragged his indigo ramie robe to the altar for a final inspection.

His gaze swept over the golden-haired elf's exquisitely pale and bloodless face, and he couldn't help but feel fortunate.

Fortunately, the black-robed goblin in the goblin's lair didn't know any necromancy.

Otherwise, if the corpse of an elf were to be tainted with the aura of the dead, it might even transform into an undead creature.

To revive him, one would need a level 9 [Complete Resurrection] spell – a spell that probably only a handful of people on the entire continent know, and I certainly couldn't afford the fees required to hire a spellcaster of that level.

"Okay, let's get started."

Cornell stepped back a few paces, returned to the foot of the altar, and nodded to the priest Isidore who was waiting to the side.

He instinctively reached for the black wooden statue that had just been stuffed into his arms, then glanced at the elf's corpse lying quietly on the platform.

After a moment's thought, he suppressed a urge that seemed to be a physical instinct.

The hand that had been slightly raised was then lowered, hanging awkwardly at the sides of the thigh.

They didn't notice the monk's strange behavior.

This resurrection spell was an incredibly difficult challenge for Isidore, who had not yet reached the transcendent level.

I have no interest in anything else.

From the very beginning, I have been focused on adjusting my state, even my breathing is subtly in harmony with the silvery mist floating above the church, as if I want to merge my whole being with the Church of the Moon Goddess.

Seeing that Cornell had confirmed that the spell materials were correct, he stopped preparing and slowly walked forward to the altar where the elven corpses were placed.

After descending a few steps, Isidore raised his hands, folding them over the holy emblem on his chest, the edge of the emblem, with the mysterious eyes of stars encircling them, faintly visible at the base of his thumbs.

His eyes had closed at some point, and his head was slightly raised so that the shimmering light reflected from the stained glass windows in front of him could illuminate his face.

Lips move.

A muffled prayer, like a dream, filled the air.

Magical particles subtly rippled.

As if drawn by some invisible force, the silver mist that floated like a veil above the church hall drifted down and, under the priest's spiritual control, gently covered the elf's body.

It was as if a thin layer of shimmering frost had condensed and enveloped his entire body.

At the same time, the bright moonlight shining down from the dome of the church, like a spotlight, instantly coalesced!
It instantly brightened the otherwise somewhat dark interior of the church.

The spellcasting materials placed to the side visibly melted under the moonlight, seeping into the elf's body.

The resurrection ceremony proceeded silently.

Cornell stood quietly in the shadow of the nearby pillars, his eyes reflecting the bright, tranquil moonlight before him.

A unique quality of Dharma Masters: a keen ability to observe at the microscopic level.

He could vaguely see a barely perceptible, blurry humanoid silhouette with the slender physique of an elf, guided by the beam of moonlight, slowly drifting down from the church dome toward the elven corpse on the altar.

The sacred setting of the Moon Goddess Church, combined with the bright moonlight on the night of the "Moon Feast," provides the perfect environment for casting spells.

There will be no one to disturb you, and no other distractions.

This allows Isidore to focus wholeheartedly and attentively on the spell itself.

The ceremony proceeded smoothly and is about to conclude.

With his eyes fixed on the humanoid phantom slowly descending through the air, Cornell pondered whether he should go home with the elf after he was resurrected, just in case the elf reneges on his debt.

Suddenly, a very strange sensation came from my chest. It wasn't the usual heat, cold, pain, numbness, or itching.

Rather, it was an extremely abrupt and eerie feeling, as if it were temporarily targeted at his chest, amplifying the senses countless times.

Even though there was a shirt between them, Cornell could feel the texture and engravings where the wooden sculpture touched his skin very clearly.

I felt a slight discomfort.

His mind seemed to be shrouded in a thin mist, causing him to subconsciously ignore the abnormality and strangeness of this phenomenon.

He simply looked away, lowered his head, and subconsciously took the wooden carving out of his pocket.

Before I could even take a closer look, the silvery moonlight in the corner of my eye vanished in an instant.

Suddenly he came to his senses.

Attracted by the wood carving, I did not witness firsthand the process of the elf's soul merging into the body.

But given the current situation...

"it's over?"

Cornell, clutching the statue tightly, asked the priest beside the altar.

"should……"

His forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat.

Isidore's face was somewhat pale, and his tired eyes stared at the golden-haired elf's corpse before him with a puzzled expression.

"My spiritual energy is flowing smoothly, and I have already established a connection with his soul through divine magic."

"Normally, the spell should have succeeded by now."

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

"No way, these spellcasting materials are so expensive. If I do it again, my whole family's savings will be gone."

"What if he actually has to pay for the ancestral tree in his family's house..."

The words were just half spoken.

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

My heart skipped a beat. I was about to look away from the corpse in front of me when...

Before them, the golden-haired elf lying on the altar suddenly twitched his fingers.

This drew his attention back.

"Wind String?"

It was as if I heard Cornell calling my name.

The golden-haired elf named "Windstring" slowly opened his eyes, revealing his pair of emerald green eyes that were devoid of any spirit.

It's like a robot that has been programmed in advance.

With arms bent and palms pressed against the cold surface of the altar, he used his waist and abdomen to stiffly and slowly sit up.

Then, there was stagnation again.

His eyes were fixed on the empty space before him, motionless.

"This...is this normal?"

Although Cornell had experience reviving teammates before, this was the first time he had used the divine magic of moonlight during the "Lunar Feast".

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

This was also the first time Isidore had encountered such a question from an old acquaintance, and he didn't know how to answer, so he could only give an ambiguous reply:

"Having just been resurrected, they might still be a little unaccustomed to it?"

"Wait a little longer and see how it goes."

The voice just fell.

The golden-haired elf, sitting blankly on the altar, seemed to be gradually adapting, just as Isidore had said.

He twisted his neck and slowly turned his head.

Her long, golden hair swayed gently beside her ears, revealing her slender, pointed ears and wooden earrings with an elven flair.

For some reason, at this moment, Cornell felt as if time had suddenly slowed down.

He could even see the elf's slightly trembling eyelashes, the blush of blood on her lips from her rebirth, and...

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a divine silver light suddenly emanating from Isidore!

He sensed that something was wrong.

But this thought had only just surfaced; it hadn't yet entered the mind, been analyzed and summarized, or driven the body to make the corresponding movements.

The golden-haired elf's cold, emerald eyes, devoid of any emotion, turned to look at him as he completed the turn of his head.

He made eye contact with Cornell.

boom--

The first thing to burst open was the silver and iron bracelet hidden under the long sleeve on her right wrist.

Silver-blue light burst forth from it, twisting and taking shape in the air, vaguely forming the shape of a shield.

But before it could take shape, it scattered into a chaotic mass of magical particles.

Then, the second thing to explode was the gold necklace around Cornell's neck, which he had always kept hidden under his clothes.

The intricate and chaotic patterns on the surface merely flickered with light, then faded into silence as if short-circuited.

The necklace itself, along with the necklace, turned into ashes and dust.

Finally, there is a black rune formed by two overlapping hollow circles on Cornell's forehead.

The flickering light caused the space around him to suddenly distort and blur, and his body also became faintly illusory.

But only for a moment, and then it returned to its original state in vain.

The black runes melted into a dim, flowing light and vanished into the air.

Just a glance.

This is a senior mage with a professional level close to "extraordinary," who comes from the Royal Academy of Hawthorne, studied under the Arcane Master of the Tower of the Ring of Rainbow, and has a profound background.

All the magical equipment and enchanted runes he wore for protection became useless junk.

Behind him, the tranquil and sacred silvery moonlight coalesced and took shape, firmly enveloping and protecting the unconscious priest Isidore.

The leather boots landed on the ground.

In the boundless silence where even breathing had ceased.

The golden-haired elf awkwardly and stiffly stepped down from the altar.

They approached the monk.

Under the gaze of the other party, whose eyes were bloodshot and filled with horror and fear.

Reaching out, he gently took the statue from the monk's hand.

Step by step.

He staggered out of the church.

Boom——

It was the noise of a stained glass window shattering.

(End of this chapter)