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Chapter 1141 - 795: Ferryman (Part 2)

The black and white hues on the fabric seem to form a peculiar field of balance, forcibly halting all decay belonging to life and erosion belonging to death at that moment!After wrapping, another Ferryman stepped forward.

He held something very small in his hands, shaped like a very short and thin black metal rod.

He moved the short rod several times above the wrapped remains, slowly, as if drawing invisible runes—his movements were extremely simple, involving only basic actions like lifting up, pausing, pressing down, and circling, with each pause containing a certain rhythm.

As the black short rod moved, a very faint and fleeting gleam of light enveloped the wrapped remains.

After the light faded, the wrapped corpse seemed more "stable," with even the slightest airflow in the air unable to disturb the layer of fabric.

Then, the two Ferrymen gently lifted the wrapped "cloth bundle," moving as synchronized as if they were one person.

Without a word, they left the deck and walked towards the depths of the cabin.

Liya’s gaze followed until they disappeared at the cabin entrance before she let out a breath, her tense body relaxing. Durik asked in a low voice: "Master, what are they doing? Some kind of burial ritual, but it can’t be so urgent, right?"

Liya shook her head, still with confusion and a hint of shock in her eyes: "That’s not any undead magic or soul consoling ceremony we know of... That kind of power... it’s pure protection, isolation, and preservation.

"They’re not appeasing the departing souls but protecting the lost physical form itself? This..."

Anyway, it’s incomprehensible.

Completely clueless about what the Night Watcher is doing.

Several months ago, although the Night Watcher invited a large number of factions, virtually almost all the factions in the world to witness.

They showcased the Power of Resurrection of the Night Watcher.

But the problem is, these diplomatic groups have their own demands, so this message did not spread, even if some inaccurate information spread, people wouldn’t believe it, because some were too fantastical.

Even mages or elves, unless they reach a higher level in their world, they won’t know this information.

And the Night Watcher has not recklessly publicized it for the meantime, as it’s disadvantageous.

Moreover, before the Void’s descent, it wouldn’t be rational to recklessly resurrect everyone blessed worldwide.

Even the black and white dragon cannot do this kind of thing, as an excess of stored souls can lead to irretrievable consequences.

So resurrection remains internal to the Night Watcher and some faction leaders.

Still, these adventurers aren’t completely deprived of this benefit, for those important adventurers, those who bravely sacrifice, the Night Watcher also grants preferences.

In the lower decks of the flagship, an area converted into a special chamber—the largest morgue on the ship, Ferrymen are working in an orderly fashion.

This chamber is exceptionally spacious, the temperature is maintained at a cold level, the light is soft and bright, yet devoid of any warmth.

The most striking feature is the enormous structure expanding across four walls—it looks like a highly sophisticated multi-layered honeycomb warehouse.

Countless rectangular units of identical size, about the length of one person, are arranged in dense and precise order from the floor to the ceiling like a meticulous beehive.

Each unit is constructed of some solid, energy-glossed metal framework, with unit "doors" as operable screens resembling magical fluorescence.

At present.

The Ferrymen are carefully placing the wrapped and ceremoniously fixed remains into empty units.

Their action of lifting the remains is akin to offering sacred objects.

Before placing, one would quickly operate on an embedded crystal panel on the unit’s exterior; the panel lights up displaying a series of clear alphanumeric identifiers and brief rune labels.

Then the wrapped remains are steadily pushed into the unit.

It looks like a genuine morgue, but evidently, the Night Watcher wouldn’t stop there.

With a soft hum, the light screen automatically activates, completely sealing the unit inside.

Looking through the light screen, the wrapped black and white remains quietly float inside the unit, surrounded by faint but distinctly visible streams of energy orbiting—the continuation of the protective energy field from the earlier ceremony.

The whole chamber is filled with countless such quietly floating micro-light units, orderly to an overwhelming degree, silent as if time has halted.

A Ferryman dressed in seemingly leader attire with silver edging stands in front of the console.

A massive light screen in front displays the three-dimensional map of the entire honeycomb structure.

As one corpse after another is placed, the vacant points densely distributed on the light screen would light up a stable blue light point, with unit numbers and corresponding deceased identity codes precisely marked beside them.

His/Her eyes under the pure white mask sweep calmly across the light screen without emotional fluctuation, as if handling the most ordinary data entry work.

Guarding the bodies of the dead, awaiting the final resting place upon return, recording every sacrificed "code" here—this is the duty of the Ferrymen.

They silently walk and operate in the gap between life and death, safeguarding the order in death’s domain with final dignity and solemnity.

But having said this much, what their group does is pretty clear now.

They assist the resurrection group, responsible for maintaining and repairing the bodies of resurrectors.

After all, souls are firstly taken back through special channels for protection and storage, but bodies have no way, they can only be properly preserved at the place of death.

Waiting for a specific period to bring these bodies back to life, for the Night Watcher to descend once more into the world.

Those busy Ferrymen are not just adventurers but also Lurik.

Know that Lurik has been busy with dwarf affairs for many years, maintaining good relations with the Silver Dwarves while being in charge of liaising with the Beastman Empire.

Understanding the situation of the entire continent, most of the affairs on this continent are managed by Lurik.

This resulted in Lurik not participating in many of the Night Watcher’s large-scale battles; he, as a dwarf Sage, spends most of his time striving for the future of dwarves.

Of course, also for the Night Watcher, because without the world’s future, dwarves wouldn’t have much future either.

So when he found out everyone could be resurrected, you can’t imagine how surprised he was.

He now certainly knows the Ferryman is the department managing bodies.

Naturally, he’d be curious.

"How did they manage this resurrection? Has the world become so enlightened? Even allowing Kana to do such a thing."

Lurik scratched his head, unable to figure out why.

Dwarves believe in Mother Earth, in a certain sense, Mother Earth is the will of the world, there’s no difference between the two.

So he couldn’t understand how such a thing exists, shouldn’t such a thing be opposed and resisted by the world?

Although I’ve heard Kana used many clever means to achieve this, the essence hasn’t changed!

Next to him, a dwarf who heard him speak glanced at Lurik, and said quietly.

"Because that’s Kana, our Leader, the Savior of the world."

Upon hearing this, Lurik glanced at him, silent.

Never thought there’d be a zealot beside him.

But he felt it wasn’t much.

After all, this is a real fantasy world, a world with true gods, so zealots are normal.

And to believe in Kana.

At this moment, he couldn’t help but recall the past.

Remembering the first meeting with Kana, reminiscing their first battle against Evil God Followers at the outpost.

"It feels like just yesterday."

The dwarf next to him didn’t understand what he was saying, didn’t respond, you can’t expect much emotional intelligence from dwarves.

Lurik sighed to himself.

It wasn’t really a sigh, as for dwarves, events from over a decade ago aren’t exactly far off.

But on second thought, for Kana, it was a long time ago.

Thinking about this.

The continent drew closer to them.

The boundless sea surface was no longer visible.

Instead, it was replaced by the coastline occupying the entire view.