Chapter 55 Third-Class Holy Light Technique (3.2K)
"How about integrating the soul rune? Can light therapy gain the ability to heal the soul?"
Compared with physical damage, damage to the soul is extremely difficult to heal.
There are many apprentices in the academy who can heal physical injuries, but there are only a handful of apprentices who can heal soul injuries, and the cost is high. They basically start with ten witch crystals.
The undead are all existences with extremely powerful souls. If he enslaves the undead in the world of death in the future, he will inevitably be harmed by the soul.
It is better to ask for help than to ask for help yourself. If you can heal the soul damage yourself, it will be a lot easier and you can save a lot of witch crystals.
Not only that, it will also increase the price of third-class light therapy scrolls to be produced in the future.
Without hesitation, Yihua immediately pre-fused the soul runes and light therapy.
I saw that the light therapy technique integrated into the soul rune also became larger, but the color remained unchanged.
Feeling the sacred feeling coming from the third-class light therapy technique integrated with the soul runes, as well as the vague soul fluctuations, Yihua's spirit was lifted.
After that, Yihua tried the remaining runes and finally settled on the soul rune as the rune fusion choice that allowed light therapy to break through to the third level.
Just after the soul rune was pulled and completely integrated into the witchcraft model of light therapy, Yihua looked at the panel again with a sense of relief coming from breaking through the bottleneck.
"Name: Ivar Fersis"
"Karma Level: Neutral Good (25/100)"
"Realm: First-Class Necromancer Apprentice (34/36 Runes), Grand Knight (15/100)"
" Wizard Qualifications: Second-level Death Affinity (10/19), Third-level Life Affinity (33/39)..." "
Skills: Intermediate Scroll Making (0/100)"
"Witchcraft: Third-level Holy Light Spell (0) /100), Life Armor (51/100), Death World Travel (80/100), Second-level Undead Slavery (45/100), Second-level Undead Summoning (9/100), Breath of Death (20/100)."
"Merit value: 5"
The original second-class light therapy column was modified to third-class holy light technique after promotion.
Seeing the merit value that bottomed out instantly, Yihua secretly thought that spending money is like running water.
Second-level Undead Summoning, Life Armor, Third-level Life Affinity, First-level Apprentice...
In the next month, there are still many breakthroughs that need to be made. After returning to the academy, the scrolls must be made into finished products as soon as possible and sold to earn money. merit.
With over a thousand scrolls, even if the failed ones are thrown away, Yi Hua can earn at least hundreds of merit points and hundreds of witch crystals in the end.
Death affinity has just broken through to the second level, and it still needs time to accumulate, so Yihua did not use death witchcraft for experiments.
As for intermediate scroll making, Yihua now lacks the ink needed to make scrolls and decided to try again after returning to the academy.
As for the third-level holy light technique, he could test it on the spot at this time.
Third-level witchcraft requires mobilizing five runes at the same time to create a witchcraft energy fluctuation that can reach 125 degrees under ideal circumstances.
Based on Yihua's current level as a first-class apprentice, he can only mobilize one rune at most.
The release of higher-level witchcraft relies entirely on the breakthrough of supernatural powers to forcefully drive and mobilize five runes.
Of course, with Yihua's current life affinity of 33%, the third-level holy light technique released can only be 40 degrees at most.
But compared to the previous second-class light therapy, which was only 9 degrees, the energy has increased by at least four times!
However, due to Yihua's relatively low soul affinity, the effect of the third-level Holy Light Technique on the soul level may be greatly reduced after being used, and it cannot achieve the same effect as on the life level.
Thinking of this, Yihua no longer hesitated and immediately began to mobilize his magic power to release the third-level Holy Light Technique.
With the successful construction of the witchcraft model, the magic power was quickly extracted.
The third-level Holy Light Technique, which absorbed a large amount of magic power, also followed the trend and was constructed from Yihua's palm.
I saw fragments of golden light spots all around gathering towards Yihua's palm.
A golden scorching sun the size of a head, exuding a sacred aura, appeared in Yihua's hand, illuminating the entire bedroom like noon under the scorching sun.
Feeling the majestic and almost substantial fluctuations of life energy in the golden sun, as well as the faint fluctuations of the soul of hope, Yihua secretly flashed a flash of shock.
The previous second-class light therapy was only about the size of a fist, but now the third-class holy light technique, which is about the size of a head, is more than a circle bigger.
Yihua was a little surprised when he felt that the energy fluctuations of the third-level holy light technique had increased several times, but the magic power consumed had only doubled.
Under normal circumstances, the consumption of third-level witchcraft is at least three times that of second-level witchcraft.
Based on Yihua's current consumption, if he reaches full proficiency, the additional consumption will hardly be much more than second-level witchcraft.
Now, as a first-class apprentice, he is still unable to frequently cast third-class Holy Light Technique.
But after he is promoted to a second-class apprentice, releasing third-class witchcraft may be as simple as eating and drinking.
After testing the effect of the third-class Holy Light Technique, Yihua quickly dispersed the third-grade Holy Light Technique in his hand to avoid attracting the attention of others.
At night, after Yihua finished his daily meditation, he lay on the big soft bed and looked out the window at the stars.
Although his previous life was mediocre, it was still a warm life. He slowly fell into a deep sleep while thinking about how to arrange his time after returning to the academy.
The next day, families in the town began to hold funerals, and the town was shrouded in a cloud of sadness.
Reconstruction work has also been carried out throughout the town. After all, even if relatives die, life for the living must continue.
Yihua did not intend to stay any longer. After bidding farewell to Lucien and others, he embarked on a journey back to the academy.
Before leaving, Lucien grabbed his sister Lana's hand, bowed deeply to Yihua, and said with gratitude:
"Master Fersis, you saved us, we will definitely find a way to repay you in the future. Yes!"
Yihua smiled at this.
"Repay me, even if you can't do it. If you really want to repay me, do more good deeds and help others."
Regarding Yihua's casual remarks, Lucien did not take it as a joke, but nodded seriously. .
At noon that day, Yihua passed through Maisui City again. Just before arriving at the academy, a trace of merit poured into Yihua's soul.
"Huh?"
Yihua, who was driving the carriage, slowed down. This part of the merit from an unknown source seemed to be somewhat different from the merit obtained previously.
Following the source of merit, a scene vaguely emerged in Yihua's mind:
a young man remembered someone's casual words and rescued an injured girl under a collapsed house.
From that familiar face, Yihua vaguely sensed the source of merit.
"It turned out to be Lucien."
Seeing this situation, Yihua was a little surprised.
Could it be said that without his personal help, as long as he is instructed by himself or the good deeds involved in him can provide him with merit?
Thinking of this, Yihua, who lived in a modern society in his previous life and had a sharp mind, brightened up.
Since others can collect merit for themselves, can they establish a force with the purpose of doing good through interests or beliefs?
After all, a person's power is limited, and establishing an organization may be the fastest way for him to gain merit.
How much merit can people in a city provide themselves every day by joining their own organization?
What about a country? What about a continent...or even a world, with hundreds of billions of people?
Thinking of this, Yihua's heart beat violently, knowing that his powers might be far more powerful than he imagined.
In order to verify this possibility, Yihua accelerated his pace back to the academy. He was eager to try it.
He drove the magic mane horse carriage and finally passed through Wheatear City before dark and arrived at the boundary of the college.
Looking at the boundary monument four or five stories high in front of him, engraved with complex blue runes, Yihua exhaled and finally let down some of the vigilance he had always raised.
They were still five people when they set out on the journey to Youghal a week ago.
Now that he has returned, only Yihua and a carriage of sheepskin scrolls are left.
Yihua didn't express much emotion, and gradually began to slow down and move along the main road.
Just as the carriage passed parallel to the boundary monument, a faint blue light swept across.
The blue light paused slightly at the badge worn by Yi Hua, as if matching the wearer's information.
After a few seconds, the faint blue light disappeared, and the sense of crisis lingering in Yihua's heart disappeared.
About half an hour later, there were gradually more apprentices around.
When Yihua arrived at his destination, he looked at the familiar stone house in front of him, and a feeling of nostalgia arose in his heart.
"I'm back."
Yihua took out the key and opened the wooden door. Wisps of dust floated in the air due to the fluctuation of the airflow, flying around under the reflection of the dim yellow sunlight.
Then he picked up the blank scroll in the car and transported it to the stone house one by one.
After all the scrolls were transported, the Yihua carriage stopped in the backyard of the residence. The horses were unhooked from the carriage, put down the fodder, and then tied up in the backyard.
"Perhaps it's time to buy one or two servants."
Yi Hua murmured in his heart as he looked at the five magic-maned horses worth nearly ten witch crystals.
These magic mane horses are the assets of Reg and Ural, and they were only temporarily lent to Yihua and others for riding.
But now that the two of them were dead, these magic-maned horses naturally became ownerless, so Yihua accepted them with tears.
Because money was tight before, and because Yi Hua had nothing to take care of and had to buy food directly from outside, he never had any plans to buy mortal servants.
Now that money is abundant but time is becoming increasingly tight, it is time to put the plan of going to the slave market of the college to buy slaves on the agenda.
Yihua first hid the two branches of life branches and more than fifty witch crystals harvested in the treasure house of Youer City.
After the arrangements were made, Yihua recalled the blood plague beads he had obtained earlier.
He took out the blood plague bead and took a look, and found that there were no abnormal changes. He breathed a sigh of relief and decided to go to the academy tower to report the matter to Instructor Simon.
After a moment, Yihua looked at the majestic tower in front of him, shrouded in dim yellow sunlight and hundreds of meters high, as high as hundreds of stories in his previous life. Yihua stepped in.
It is said that this tower has fifty floors, of which at least three floors belong to Mentor Simon.
Yihua didn't know which floor Master Simon was currently on, so he had to look for him one by one.
After Yihua took out twenty crystal coins as a fee, he teleported directly to the eighteenth floor, the lowest of the three floors occupied by mentor Simon, through the solidified witch formation in the tower.
Fortunately, Yihua was lucky, and mentor Simon happened to be on this floor at this time.
The eighteenth floor is located on the middle and lower floors of the tower, and is generally used as a meeting place for Mentor Simon.
Yi Hua originally planned to knock on the door and enter, but he heard a faint conversation coming from inside the house.
Although the sound was blurred due to the interference of sound insulation technology, the rational Yihua still chose to wait patiently.
(End of chapter)