At Worst, We Can Just Resurrect

"Lord Kaiaolen, the monsters have retreated into the Royal Army's encampment. What should we do now?"

Hearing his adjutant's question, Kaiaolen, who was currently treating his wounds inside the tent, sat with a grave expression on his face. "..."

The air in the tent was heavy and stifling. Kaiaolen pressed a hand against his throbbing chest, his brows furrowed tightly as his mind raced to find a way to break the deadlock.

The adjutant stood to the side, not even daring to breathe too loudly for fear of interrupting his train of thought.

Just then, a faint ripple suddenly appeared in the space around them, and a familiar figure materialized out of thin air in the center of the tent.

"Yo, little dragon man, you're all here."

"Xi Xi?" Kaiaolen's head snapped up. His previously solemn face instantly relaxed significantly, and he quickly stood up, completely ignoring the injury on his chest.

"Why are you here?"

Ye Chuan glanced at the sand table in the tent.

"I heard you guys were having a rough time over here. Didn't you say victory was guaranteed?"

Kaiaolen looked a bit embarrassed and coughed lightly. "There was a minor unexpected development."

He pointed at the sand table. "The enemy deliberately lured me into close combat and then sniped me with a locking super magic cannon. Not only did I get injured, but our frontline formation was also completely shattered."

"What's worse is that many soldiers of the Royal Army were parasitized and turned into skin-wearing monsters. They are completely unafraid of death. Our soldiers simply couldn't hold them off. All our previous advantages were lost, and we were forced to retreat here."

"Did we lose a lot of people?" Ye Chuan asked.

A trace of gloom flashed across Kaiaolen's eyes. "..."

War always brings casualties, but knowing that soldiers died in vain because of a flaw in his own command felt like a massive boulder pressing down on Kaiaolen's heart.

As the lord of Miral, Kaiaolen knew very well that the people had placed great hopes in him.

He didn't want to return to Miral and see the heartbroken expressions of mothers who had been waiting for their children to come home.

Ye Chuan said, "Let's go check on the wounded first."

With that, he stepped out of the tent, with Kaiaolen and the adjutant following closely behind.

In the clearing outside the tent, injured soldiers lay densely packed together. Wails of agony and angry curses rose and fell in endless succession.

"It hurts so much... Healer, please, cast a healing spell on me."

"Ah, medicine, I need medicine!"

"I want some water. Where is my foot? My foot is gone!"

"I can't take it anymore! Woo woo woo!"

"Mom... I won't be able to make it back..."

Some bled profusely from severed limbs, while others lay dying with caved-in chests. Medicine bottles were empty, and bandages were running critically low!

Many military healers could only watch helplessly as severely wounded soldiers took their last breaths, their faces filled with powerlessness and despair.

In a corner not far away, rows of dead soldiers' bodies were piled up. Their armor was shattered, their flesh mangled. Some had their eyes wide open, dying with lingering grievances, while others had their torsos torn apart by monster tentacles. The sight was too gruesome to behold.

These were the men who had traded their lives to buy time for the main force to retreat.

"Lord Kaiaolen is here!"

"Make way," Ye Chuan spoke. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an invisible penetrating power that instantly overwhelmed all the noise.

The surrounding healers and guarding soldiers subconsciously stopped what they were doing and turned to look.

"Xi Xi, what are you planning to—" Kaiaolen asked from the side, but then he seemed to realize something. "Are you going to heal them?"

"Yeah." Ye Chuan did not say much else.

He walked slowly among the wounded. Without any complicated incantations, he simply waved his hand casually.

A pale white healing power surged outward like a tidal wave breaking a dam, instantly spreading across the entire clearing and enveloping every single injured soldier.

Those soldiers who had been rolling on the ground in agony with broken bones and torn muscles suddenly froze. A soothing warmth spread from their fractures, as shattered bones rapidly pieced themselves back together and wounds scabbed over and fell off at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The soldiers with caved-in chests and faint breaths gradually began to breathe steadily. Color returned to their paper-white faces, and they were even able to slowly sit up.

The wailing subsided in an instant, leaving only the sound of soldiers gasping in disbelief!

They all looked toward Ye Chuan, who was casting magic in the center.

At this moment, Ye Chuan was bathed in a white glow, releasing an immeasurable amount of magical energy.

The healers nearby stared wide-eyed at this scene, as if they had just seen a ghost.

Such a large-scale, highly efficient healing spell was simply unheard of!

"M-my arm... it's healed?" A soldier who had lost his left arm trembling lifted his newly grown limb. He flexed and extended his fingertips nimbly; the skin was as smooth as ever, without a single scar. His eyes were filled with shock and bewilderment, which then erupted into cries of wild joy.

"I'm healed! I'm really healed!"

The others also struggled to their feet, touching their perfectly intact bodies. Some thumped their previously severely injured chests, while others stretched their fully recovered limbs. Cheers and choked sobs intertwined, and many people's eyes grew red with tears.

They had thought they were either going to be crippled or certainly dead, yet in an instant, they had been given a new lease on life!

Ye Chuan didn't stop. His footsteps slowly moved toward the corpses of the fallen soldiers.

Seeing Ye Chuan's actions, Kaiaolen immediately said,

"These aren't the wounded; they're already dead."

"Dead? I know," Ye Chuan said.

"The worst case is I just resurrect them."

Resurrect them...?

As a seventh-tier powerhouse, this was the first time Kaiaolen had ever seen someone say such words so casually.

"These warriors who sacrificed themselves for their country and their comrades shouldn't just fall here. After all... there are still people waiting for them to come home, aren't there?"

Ye Chuan reached out his hand and directly cast a resurrection spell.

This was also Ye Chuan's first time casting a resurrection spell on such a massive scale.

Fortunately, these people's souls had not yet dissipated, and their physical bodies were still present. Coupled with the fact that their tiers were not high, the difficulty of resurrecting them was not too great.

Ye Chuan simply raised his hand and formed a basic seal. The light transformed into a thick, pale golden dome that completely enveloped the corpses of all the fallen soldiers.

Within the dome of light, the golden energy seeped into every corpse like spring rain. The cold bodies gradually warmed up, shattered organs rapidly repaired themselves, and torn wounds slowly closed. Even their dissipating souls were drawn back into place by the energy.

Ye Chuan's face grew slightly pale, and even the Holy Grail within his body entered an overloaded state.

The Holy Grail increased mana regeneration. Although the magic power within the Holy Grail was nearly infinite, its replenishment speed still had a fundamental limit.

Resurrecting so many people in one breath was almost too much for Ye Chuan to handle.

But it didn't matter.

Ye Chuan took a few medicinal pills out of his backpack and tossed them into his mouth. Since the Holy Grail's regeneration couldn't keep up, popping some pills would do the trick.

Seeing the light radiating from Ye Chuan, the surrounding soldiers stopped what they were doing. They thought of a possibility, an unimaginable possibility.

The stacked corpses slowly opened their eyes, one after another!