Xyrin Empire

Chapter 418 - 418 418 Conflict

?Chapter 418: Chapter 418: Conflict Chapter 418: Chapter 418: Conflict “I can’t believe Dingdang would entrust such vast authority to Lilina,”
Despite always keeping a respectful distance from the hair-raising conceptual knowledge of mysticism, I learned quite a bit about gods from living in close quarters with one for so long. Resurrecting a target that has not only died completely but whose soul has also dissipated is definitely not something that can be accomplished in a game, with a ten-second reading bar and a flash of golden light – it has touched the limits of the world and even the prerogatives of gods.

That means, under normal circumstances, only a True God could possess the authority to freely bestow new life to the dead. Apart from that, even a deputy of a god would need to go through a complicated approval process to perform such a rule-breaking act. Of course, those who typically serve as deputies are great scammers who have a way with words in God’s presence, so such approvals can generally be… cough cough… easily obtained.

But, watching Lilina effortlessly resurrect a dozen Protos Warriors with just a few words, I couldn’t help but wonder if Dingdang had truly given such a significant privilege to this sharp-tongued fake lolita?

Could it be because Dingdang couldn’t personally interfere with this event and could only let her deputy “supervise” and act as an enforcer on the side, hence finding every possible loophole to strengthen us?

Dingdang, this god you certainly are… extraordinary!

“This girl is our most powerful priestess,” I said, bringing Zeratul, who was busy conversing with his recently resurrected kin, back to his senses. “She can grant new life to the dead – a miracle achieved with the help of god’s power, so you need not worry about any repercussions from such a resurrection.”

“Mighty and mysterious Xyrin Emperor, please accept my sincere respect and gratitude—”
Zeratul placed his hand over his chest and began a solemn gesture of courtesy towards me, but I stopped him.

“There are more pressing matters to handle now, like the over ten million insects outside.”

When I led the fully rejuvenated Protos Warriors and Zeratul to the temple’s front courtyard, the battle was still raging on.

The insects seemed endless, assaulting us non-stop with a monotonous yet psychologically taxing approach. The surging magic energy filled the air, igniting numerous unique chemical reactions within the bodies of the incoming Insect Race, covering the entire Arcane Barrier outside the temple with layers of corpse fragments. Consequently, the Azeroth Magic Masters and Xyrin Soldiers had to vaporize these grotesque “carpets” with Flame Novas or Ghost Energy Pulses to fortify the defensive line. Since the Scorpion Soldiers, masters of charging into close-range melees, couldn’t stray from their positions, they transformed into semi-fixed artillery, plunging their mechanical limbs deep into the ground and unleashing relentless Photon Cannon fire upon the enemy hordes.

They really harbored a great resentment for long-range attacks.

“Ah, casting spells really is physically demanding… I’m not learning magic anymore,”
Qianqian suddenly mumbled next to me, prompting my curiosity. But following her gaze, I had to concede that casting spells indeed was a demanding task…

Two Tauren Shamans stood back-to-back, close to the Arcane Barrier, wielding air hammers (don’t ask why Xyrin equipment included such primitive tools!) and driving them into the ground. Several totem poles, carved with mystic runes, were already askew around them.

I acknowledge that the crystal ground here is indeed a bit too sturdy, but is it really alright to be drilling holes in the temple’s floor? And without air hammers or drills in Azeroth, how on earth do these shamans usually fight, damn it!

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