"Then we still have to try to use the divine power to perfectly resurrect Chekhov and then figure everything out, right?" Golov asked.
"No, no." The man waved his hand, "I'm just a little weird about Chikafu's sacrifice, but that's just weird. It's just a small thing, there are too many more important and serious things than him."
As he spoke, the man pressed the documents on the table and murmured: "As far as I know, there is an accident in a shelter, and the eye of the storm in the depths of the ocean has fluctuated again, and the people who have disappeared for many years have The strange circle of Tutu also reappeared in the Nome Desert, and... In short, there are many things to deal with, and there is not much energy to pay attention to Chikafu alone.
The number of my divine relatives is not enough to be used at will, unless Chikafu's own divine relatives can satisfy the resurrection, but that is simply impossible... So, let's use the backup memory to revive his copy.
Let the real Chekhov rest in peace in the Kingdom of God, and let the new Chekhov return to us. It is difficult for him to continue to be promoted, which is a problem. I was indeed optimistic about him becoming a gold ring at the beginning. It would be best if he could have a chance to become a color ring like Rommel. However, things are already like this, and we still have to accept the reality.
In addition, Chikafu was not the only one I was optimistic about at the beginning, there were several others. Chekhov has lost his qualification for promotion, but the others can still continue to be trained. Besides, isn’t there you, Golov? Although I have always thought that your talent is a bit lacking, I believe that you are not a hopeless idiot. As long as you work hard, there is hope that you can take over Chikaf's former position. "
A look of panic appeared on Golov's face: "Sir, in fact, I still hope that Chekhov will be resurrected perfectly. I am very clear about my own abilities, which are far inferior to Chekhov, and I have no intention of replacing him..."
"Okay, okay." The man waved his hand, "Don't say any more, let's just settle it. Go and resurrect Chekraft. After resurrection, bring him to see me, and I will tell him the truth about his death."
"Yes, sir." Golov bent deeply and obeyed the order and left the room.
…
In the resurrection hall, Gorov walked in.
This place is more than 100 meters long, wide and 20 meters high. It is all made of black ashlar and is larger than a square. You can't help but feel insignificant when you are inside, as if you are just an ant.
Among them, there are hundreds of densely packed depressions on the floor of the hall, some are small, like a washbasin, and some are large, like a pond. In addition, there are pools that can accommodate a normal human corpse, and the number only accounts for about half of the total.
Golov stepped to the edge of one of the normal-sized pools and sat down. There was a palm-shaped mark next to it, and he stretched out his hand to press it.
With the injection of mana, the stones under the pool moved slightly, and a clear and transparent liquid gushes out like a fountain, filling most of the pool in a short time.
Golov looked at it, turned his hand, and a male corpse appeared out of thin air in his hand, and he threw it into the pool without politeness.
"Plop!"
The body fell into the pool.
Then Gorov put his hand on the palm mark again, stared at the male corpse in the pool with a smile, and said: "My great genius - Chekhov, we want to say goodbye. When you open your eyes, the real You are dead and replaced by a new copy.
I have to say, I'm a little sad about this. After all, you are so excellent, but you are usually so arrogant that you don't even bother to look at me. Who would have thought that someone as outstanding as you would die in an inconspicuous place in the Southern Free Federation, and would never find out what the truth is, tsk tsk. "
"Anyway, goodbye." Golov said, controlling the mana to flow out of the source of magic and pouring it into the palm mark, trying to activate the function of the resurrection pool.
"Buzz!"
The surrounding ground shook slightly. With the injection of mana, many hidden magic patterns lit up on the surrounding ground. The liquid in the pool began to boil, officially entering the resurrection process.
Golov slowly stood up and looked at the body in the pool, the smile on his face getting stronger and stronger.
But the next moment, Golov's eyes suddenly shrank.
I saw the corpse in the pool suddenly twitching, and before it was resurrected, it suddenly opened its eyes like a corpse, and then a milky white light shot out from its eyes, and the entire resurrection hall became bright.
"This is!"
Golov was stunned, and his expression began to stiffen a little.
…
In the room with the bronze lamppost, the man sat on the bone chair and continued to read documents.
"Squeak!"
With a sound, the stone door was opened. Golov, who was sent to resurrect Chekhov, came back and ran to the man's desk in a panic.
"My lord, my lord!" Golov shouted with a slightly twisted face, "My lord, the situation is a bit abnormal."
"Calm down!" The man raised his head slightly dissatisfied, glared at Golov, and then asked, "What happened? Didn't I ask you to resurrect Chekhov? Why do you look like this now?"
"Sir, I... I did go to resurrect Chekhov." Golov said, "But the resurrection failed."
"Failed? How is it possible?" The man raised his eyebrows, "Don't tell me that the resurrection pool or the entire resurrection hall was destroyed, just like what was reported on the east coast before."
There has been a situation on the east coast where the resurrection room was destroyed due to resurrected members. After the incident, the headquarters of the Truth Society specially sent people to study it and concluded that the resurrection room on the east coast was in disrepair and was affected by an unknown prophecy system. Caused by magic.
Afterwards, the Truth Society improved and repaired the resurrection rooms of many branches to prevent this situation from happening again, but it didn't take it to heart. Because the resurrection room on the east coast is of a very low level, its safety is not very high. Although the accident is abnormal, it is within the acceptable range.
The place where we are now is the headquarters of the entire Truth Society - a place where resources are highly concentrated. Everything is the best. The resurrection room has been upgraded to the resurrection hall, with the highest security. It would be unimaginable if everything here was destroyed due to resurrection.
Golov answered loudly, dispelling the man's doubts: "Sir, the resurrection hall and resurrection pool are intact, but the resurrection failed. To be precise, the resurrection was forcibly stopped by external forces."
"Has it been suspended?" The man couldn't help but be stunned after hearing this, and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who did it? Who has the ability to influence the resurrection hall of the headquarters? Over the years, the organization has been dealing with some kittens and puppies. I'm used to it. Could it be that a very powerful and rampant enemy suddenly appeared? I would like to get to know him."