I'm really a necromancer

Chapter 55 Third Class Holy Light Art (3.2K)

"How about incorporating soul runes? Can light therapy gain the ability to heal souls?"

Injuries to the soul are extremely difficult to heal compared to physical injuries.

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. Basically, they start with ten witch crystals.

Undead are souls with extremely powerful souls. He will inevitably be harmed by the soul when he enslaves the undead in the world of death in the future.

Asking for others is better than asking for oneself. If one can heal the damage of the soul, it will be much more convenient and save a lot of witch crystals.

Not only that, but it will also increase the price of the third-class light therapy scrolls that will be produced in the future.

Without hesitation, Yi Hua immediately pre-fused the soul rune and light therapy.

I saw that the light therapy technique integrated into the soul rune also became larger, but the color did not change.

Feeling the sense of sacredness from the third-class light therapy technique integrated with soul runes, as well as the faint soul fluctuations, Yi Hua's spirit was lifted.

Afterwards, Yihua tried the rest of the runes, and finally decided to use the soul rune as the rune fusion choice for light therapy to break through to the third level.

Just after the soul rune was drawn and completely integrated into the witchcraft model of light therapy, accompanied by a sense of relief from breaking through the bottleneck, Yi Hua looked at the panel again.

"Name: Eva Fercis"

"Karma Level: Neutral Good (25/100)"

"Realm: First Class Necromancer Apprentice (34/36 Runes), Great Knight (15/100)"

"Magician qualifications: second-class affinity for death (10/19), third-class affinity for life (33/39)..."

"Skill: Intermediate Scroll Making (0/100)"

「巫术：三等圣光术（0/100），生命铠甲（51/100），死亡世界穿梭（80/100），二等亡灵奴役（45/100），二等亡灵召唤（9/100），死亡之息（20/100）」

"merit value: 5"

The original column of second-class light therapy was changed to third-class holy light after promotion.

Seeing the merit value that bottomed out in an instant, Yi Hua secretly said in his heart that spending money is like running water.

Second-class undead summoning, life armor, third-class life affinity, first-class 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 merit.

With more than a thousand scrolls, even if the failed products are discarded, at least hundreds of points of merit and hundreds of witch crystals can be earned for Yi Hua 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-type witchcraft for experiments.

As for making intermediate scrolls, Yihua lacks the ink needed to make scrolls now, and decided to try again after returning to the academy.

As for the third-class holy light technique, he can try it on the spot at this time.

The third-class witchcraft needs to mobilize five runes at the same time, and the energy fluctuation of witchcraft created can reach 125 degrees under ideal circumstances.

With Yihua's current first-class apprenticeship, he can only mobilize one rune at most.

The release of higher-level witchcraft relies entirely on the breakthrough of supernatural powers to forcibly drive and mobilize five runes.

Of course, with Yihua's current life affinity of 33%, the third-class holy light technique released is no more than 40 degrees at most.

But compared to the previous second-class phototherapy with a temperature of only 9 degrees, the energy has increased by at least four times!
However, limited by Yihua's relatively low soul affinity, the effect of the third-class holy light technique on the soul level may be reduced a lot after casting, and it cannot achieve the same effect as the life level.

Thinking of this, Yi Hua no longer hesitated, and immediately began to mobilize his magic power and release the third-class holy light technique.

With the successful construction of the witchcraft model, the magic power was quickly drawn away.

The third-class holy light technique, which absorbed a lot of magic power, also took advantage of the trend and was constructed from Yihua's palm.

I saw pieces of golden light spots all around gathered towards Yihua's palm.

A round of skull-sized golden scorching sun exuding sacred aura emerged in Yihua's hands, illuminating the entire bedroom like noon under the scorching sun.

Feeling the majestic and almost substantive life energy fluctuations in the golden scorching sun, as well as the faint hope soul fluctuations, Yi Hua secretly flashed a touch of shock.

The previous second-class light therapy was only the size of a fist and palm, but now the head-sized third-class holy light therapy is more than a circle larger.

Feeling that the energy fluctuation of the third-class holy light technique has doubled several times, but the magic power consumed has only doubled, Yi Hua was a little surprised.

Under normal circumstances, the consumption of third-class witchcraft is at least three times that of second-class witchcraft.

With Yihua's current consumption, if the proficiency is full, the additional consumption is almost no more than the second-class witchcraft.

Now that he is a first-class apprentice, he still cannot frequently perform third-class holy light techniques.

But after he was promoted to a second-class apprentice, maybe releasing a third-class witchcraft would be as easy as eating and drinking.

After testing the effect of the third-class holy light technique, Yihua quickly dispersed the third-class holy light technique in order to avoid attracting the attention of others.

At night, after Yi Hua finished his daily meditation, he lay on the big soft bed and looked out the window at the sky full of stars.

Although the past life was mediocre, the still warm life flashed by. While thinking about how to arrange his time after returning to the academy, he slowly fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, every household in the small town began to organize the funeral, and the small town was shrouded in a sad cloud.

Reconstruction work has also been carried out throughout the town. After all, even if a loved one dies, the life of the living must continue.

Yi Hua didn't intend to stay any longer, and after saying goodbye to Lucien and the others, he embarked on a journey back to the academy.

Before leaving, Lucien held his younger sister Lana's hand, bowed deeply to Yihua, and said gratefully:
"Master Fercis, you saved us, we will definitely find a way to repay you in the future!"

Yi Hua smiled at this.

"Repay me, just because you still can't do it. If you really want to repay me, do more good deeds on weekdays and help others."

Regarding Yi Hua's casual remarks, Lucien did not take it as a joke, but nodded seriously.

At noon that day, Yihua passed through Maisui City again, and just before arriving at the academy, a trace of merit poured into Yihua's soul.

"Ok?"

Yi Hua, who was driving the carriage, slowed down. This part of merit from an unknown source seemed to be somewhat different from the merit obtained before.

Following the source of merit, such a scene faintly appeared in Yihua's heart:
A teenager took someone's offhand words to heart and rescued an injured girl from under a collapsed house.

From that familiar face, Yi Hua faintly sensed the source of merit.

"It turned out to be Lucien."

Seeing this situation, Yi Hua was a little surprised.

Could it be that he doesn't need his personal help, as long as he is instigated by himself, or a good deed that is related to himself can provide him with merit?

Thinking of this, Yi Hua, who lived in the modern society in his previous life, brightened his eyes.

Since others can collect merit for themselves, can he establish a power with the purpose of doing good deeds through the bond of interests or beliefs?

After all, a person's power is limited, and building an organization may be the fastest way for him to gain merit.

How much merit can a person in a city provide to himself every day when he joins his organization?

What about a country?A continent... or even a world, with hundreds of billions of people?

Thinking of this, Yi Hua's heart beat violently, knowing that his abilities might be far more powerful than he imagined.

In order to verify this possibility, Yi Hua hastened his pace back to the academy, he was eager to try it.

He drove the magic mane carriage, and finally passed through Wheatshoe City before dark, and arrived at the border of the college.

Looking at the boundary marker four or five stories high in front of him, engraved with complicated and faint blue runes, Yi Hua let out a breath, and finally let go of the guard he had always raised.

There were five of them when they embarked on their trip to Yole City a week ago.

Now when he came back, only Yi Hua and a carriage of sheepskin scrolls were left.

Yi Hua didn't express much emotion, and gradually began to slow down and walk along the main road.

Just as the carriage passed through the position parallel to the boundary marker, a faint blue light swept across.

The blue light stagnated slightly at the badge worn by Yihua, as if matching the wearer's information.

A few seconds later, the faint blue light disappeared, and the sense of crisis lingering in Yi Hua's heart dissipated.

After about half an hour, there were gradually more apprentices around.

Yi Hua, who arrived at the destination, looked at the familiar stone house in front of him, and felt a sense of nostalgia in his heart.

"I am back."

Yi Hua took out the key and opened the wooden door, wisps of dust drifted into 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 on the cart and transported it to the stone house one after another.

After transporting all the scrolls, Yihua's carriage was parked in the backyard of the residence, the horses were untied from the cart, and after putting down the fodder, they were tied up in the backyard.

"Perhaps it's time to buy a servant or two, too."

Yi Hua looked at the five magic-maned horses worth nearly ten witch crystals, and murmured in his heart.

These magic mane horses are the assets of Reg and Ural, and they are only temporarily lent to Yihua and others to ride them.

But now that the two of them had already died, these magic-maned horses had naturally become ownerless, and Yi Hua accepted it with tears in his eyes.

Previously, because of tight cash, and because Yihua had nothing to take care of, and he bought food directly from outside, he never planned to buy mortal servants.

Now that money is abundant but time is getting tighter, the plan to go to the college's slave market to buy slaves should also be put on the agenda.

Yihua first hid the two branches of life and more than 50 witch crystals harvested in the treasure house of Yole 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 was slightly relieved, and decided to go to the high tower of the academy and report the matter to Mentor Simon.

After a while, looking at the towering tower hundreds of meters high and hundreds of stories high in the previous world under the dim yellow sunlight, Yi Hua stepped in.

It is said that this tower has fifty floors, at least three of which belong to Mentor Simon.

Yihua didn't know which floor Simon's mentor was currently on, so he had to look for it layer by layer.

After taking out 18 crystal coins as a fee, Yihua passed through the solidified witch array in the tower and directly teleported to the lowest floor among the three floors occupied by Mentor Simon—the No.[-] floor.

Fortunately, Yihua was lucky, and tutor Simon happened to be on this floor at this time.

The No.18 floor is located in the middle and lower floors of the tower, and is generally used as a meeting place for Simon's mentor.

Yi Hua was going to knock on the door and go in, but he heard a faint voice of conversation coming from inside the room.

Although the sound was disturbed by the sound insulation technique and the voice was indistinct, the rational Yi Hua still chose to wait patiently.

(End of this chapter)