"Hurry! Hurry! Where are the corpses?"

The Bishop, panting heavily, ran to the fortress wall where the generals were having a brief discussion.

The entire upper echelon of the fortress was there, all of whom were still alive, of course.

They were all high-ranking individuals within their respective factions, each sent to the fortress to participate in its defense.

The main task was to manage the soldiers under their command.

Seeing the usually calm and solemn Bishop running over like a madman, everyone was slightly surprised.

Even though they had only been together for a month or two, they had some understanding of the Bishop's temperament.

Such behavior was something they had neither seen nor imagined before.

"Bishop? Weren't you going to talk to those leaders who are assisting us?"

"How is it, who are those people? Why did they come to our aid?"

"Are they from friendly forces?"

Hearing these various questions, the Bishop waved them off irritably.

"Now is not the time for this, I want to know: where are the corpses of Nakul and Haczides?"

In the previous battle, these two had died not far from the Bishop.

Afterward, their bodies were taken away; he had seen them. They were fairly well-preserved, with no missing limbs except for some surface wounds.

Moreover, these two were very important to the fortress, both being gold-level warriors of great power.

They were the kind of warriors with exceptional single combat strength; they could handle an ordinary gold-level Undead—either slaying one in a duel or holding off two.

Upon hearing the Bishop's question, one of the generals quickly replied, "In a tent over there, their bodies are being preserved for a proper burial once returned to the country."

"Quick, lead me there," the Bishop said urgently.

He then addressed the remaining generals: "You'd better come along too; there are things you need to witness with your own eyes."

Upon hearing the Bishop's words, the generals exchanged looks and then followed along.

The group headed to a nearby tent and saw the corpses of the two men the Bishop sought from the Priest in charge of their preservation.

Those Priests were infusing Holy Light Energy into the surrounding corpses, mainly to protect these bodies from being resurrected and used by the Undead later.

Especially these two corpses, both being gold-level warriors, needed to be well-guarded.

Otherwise, if they were revived by the Undead, it would be a grave threat.

"Quick, you, lift these two corpses and follow me," the Bishop commanded.

Upon hearing this, a few Priests swiftly moved, placing the bodies onto stretchers and lifting them.

The Bishop was about to leave the tent.

But was immediately stopped by one of the generals.

"Bishop, what are you doing? You must give a clear explanation. I can't let you take away the bodies of our nation's warriors as you please."

This general was, after all, a friend of Haczides among the two, both belonging to the same country.

"Time is pressing, we'll go together, and I'll explain on the way," the Bishop said.

Out of trust in the Bishop, the general nodded, and the group followed him out.

On the way to Kane's location.

The Bishop began to explain to the generals following him.

"Earlier, when I went to meet that man, like a deity, I happened to see him resurrecting his fallen subordinates."

"In light of our valor, he agreed to help us resurrect two of the Warriors, which is why I'm bringing these two there."

Hearing the Bishop's words, the expressions of those present shifted from shock to skepticism.

"Bishop, although we trust you, please don't joke about such things."

"Resurrection—can that be within the capabilities of mere mortals?"

"Impossible. How could such an absurd ability exist in this world? Shouldn't that be something only a god can do?"

The generals expressed their skepticism.

To them, this was too far-fetched.

After they finished speaking, the Bishop spoke slowly.

"Is this the world you once knew? Since you arrived here, which of your experiences were things you couldn't even dream of before?"

"Isn't everything here a miracle for us?

"Taking our fractured world, on the brink of apocalypse, and stitching it together into a new world—isn't that something only a god could achieve?"

"Do we even come from the same world? Is the god I worship still there?"

At the last part, the Bishop became suddenly emotional.

Then he calmed down a bit.

He addressed everyone: "Please trust my judgment. If someone can perform a resurrection in front of me and still deceive me, what could we possibly resist? Besides, they also saved us; wouldn't having them perform a resurrection be the best proof?"

After hearing the Bishop's words, everyone fell into temporary silence.

Out of trust in the Bishop, they chose to believe him.

Even though it was still an unbelievable matter.

At this moment, one of the generals asked, "Then why not resurrect Micks? Isn't Micks more important than them?"

Upon hearing this, the other two immediately became displeased.

"What do you mean by that?"

The two were friends of the corpses on the stretchers, both belonging to different factions.

"Enough! Stop quarreling!"

The Bishop roared immediately.

Then he said, "To resurrect, a relatively intact body is required."

After saying this, he quickened his pace.

"Let's not keep that man waiting."

After hearing his explanation, the others said nothing more and silently followed behind.

After all, Micks, as previously mentioned, had half of his body missing.

It was clearly not belonging to a more complete existence.

Subsequently, these commanders saw many of those who had supported them earlier.

Whether it was the Lantern Knight Order or that massive Silver Flying Dragon.

They secretly marveled in their hearts.

They saw many people who were even stronger than they were.

They also saw the Lamp Marks exposed all over their bodies.

This made the Bishop even more certain of some judgments in his heart.

Most of these people liked to display such symbols, indicating that they were still very proud of their identity.

Looking at the hill where Kane was about to arrive.

The Bishop reminded in front: "Show some respect later; that lord seems to be a king of some country, and those knights address him as Your Majesty."

Hearing the Bishop's reminder, the commanders behind nodded.

Then they arrived at the hill and met Kane.

Only when they got closer did they realize Kane seemed to be very young.

However, they did not really think Kane's age was as his appearance suggested.

A strong figure like this restoring youthful looks is simply too easy.

Moreover, they had already subtly felt a bit of majesty from Kane.

Seeing the Bishop returning and the commanders following behind, Kane nodded at them amicably.

The Bishop walked over and bowed, along with the commanders who followed him.

"My lord, I have brought the warriors we sacrificed."

Saying this, he waved his hand.

The several Priests at the back immediately carried those two corpses and placed them before Kane.

"The rest is up to you, my lord."

Kane waved his hand: "No need for formalities, such a sacrifice of warriors is too regrettable."

Saying that, a huge amount of energy once again gathered in his hand and then infused into the two bodies.

The commanders behind the Bishop stared with wide eyes at this scene, unwilling to miss a single detail.

As the energy was injected.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The heartbeat sounded, then beat faster and faster, and the sound of the heart became clearer.

The wounds on the bodies quickly began to heal as if they had never existed.

With the heartbeat, blood began to flow again, transmitting throughout the entire body.

The pale complexion of the two bodies also began to regain color.

"Really, really resurrected!" several commanders couldn't help but exclaim upon seeing this scene.

Other commanders clenched their fists and watched this scene with wide eyes.

Especially the friends of those two bodies, who had begun to shed tears of excitement.

Then, only to see those two bodies slowly open their eyes.

One of them quickly sat up, grabbing his throat and heart area.

Then he touched his body, feeling it extremely complete.

No time for confusion, he saw Kane and wanted to stand up in vigilance instantly.

Then he saw the commanders not far away and relaxed.

"Am I... not dead? Or are you all dead and we failed?"

He murmured to himself.

And the one beside him had already observed the surroundings but didn't intend to sit up at all.

He had just died when the city gate was breached; he thought he should now be in the place of souls.

Those surrounding commanders should all be souls after death.

This meant they failed.

After all, when he died, he saw the fortress's gate being breached.

Countless Undead swarmed through the gap into the fortress.

Seeing this scene when he died filled his heart with unwillingness.

And made him determine he might now be in a state of death.

At this moment, their two friends rushed out.

Ran over and knelt beside the two, touching their bodies.

"What are you touching? Shouldn't we be reflecting and repenting now that we've failed?"

The one lying on the ground slapped away his friend's hand, which was touching him.

"What failure? You have been resurrected; you have come alive again."

"What?"

He suddenly sat up and then began to spread out his energy, feeling the surrounding environment.

"What's going on?"

The resurrection of the two made the surroundings a bit chaotic, and their actions after being reborn made people want to laugh involuntarily.

Finally, under their friend's explanation, they understood the current situation.

The two immediately half-knelt before Kane.

"Thank you for your life-saving grace, my lord. If there is anything that needs helping, we are willing to help even with our lives."

Kane smiled and waved his hand.

"For warriors like you to have died just like that, it would be too regrettable.

No need to thank me; if you want to thank, thank your bravery and your heart of guardianship."

Then Kane slightly raised his hand, and the two felt a force lift them up.

After standing up, the two bowed to Kane again.