Da Dou stood agape.
As a member of a Legendary-level faction and an outstanding Gold-level Magical Chef, he had traveled widely and possessed a vast horizon.
"A Resurrection Spell has always been an individual affair. This kind of group resurrection is so rare, it's simply soul-stirring!"
"The God of Qun Wu—He must be a god of a foreign race. What a generous deity!"
It was indeed rare.
To cast a Resurrection Spell, one had to be at least at the bishop level. Making a bishop cast a Resurrection Spell was not easy; the starting price was at least ten thousand gold, along with other restrictive conditions.
For instance, the state of the person to be resurrected, whether the corpse was intact, and whether the soul lingered.
Another instance was examining the faction, faith, and social connections of the resurrection target.
Furthermore, even if the resurrection target fully qualified in every aspect, some bishops casting a Resurrection Spell still required the approval of a deity (divine persona); this was not purely determined by the bishop's personal will.
All sorts of factors dictated that cases of single resurrection spells were not common.
Let alone group resurrection spells.
Large-scale resurrection spells of this kind mostly appeared in world-level great wars.
Just like the world war thousands of years ago when demons invaded the Prime Plane, group resurrection spells appeared roughly 9 times before and after. Even this number was the total sum of both enemy and friendly sides combined.
Cong Mang stood in a daze.
Watching these corpses regain life before his eyes, aside from shock, for the first time he felt that perhaps defecting to Dragon Garment was not such a bad thing.
One had to know that all along, pirates lacked priests.
For ones like the Divine Wind Pirate Group, equipped