Summoning at Random

"Hey, hold on!

"Feelina!"

"Mr. Feelina!

"Please hold on!

"Kah!"

Ling Ji and the others rush over to the falling fierina.

But being held up by Ling Ji, she was dying of blood and unconscious, and she was gradually becoming weaker, although she was breathing hard.

"Ku! Ling Ji, too, please!

"Oh, okay!

Oraine and Ling Ji shine a healing magical light for two, but only to the extent that the blood momentum flowing out weakened slightly.

When I saw how it was, O'Rain made a sad scream.

"The wound is too deep! Keep it up!

"Oh no!? Can't you handle it?

"If only we had a more powerful healing magic user..."

"A powerful healing magic user... this must be the Holy City, right?

Then just look!

"I can't! Feelina is now condemned to death by Holy Light!?

Even if you had such a user, you couldn't possibly help me!

Plus...... I won't be able to find you in time now!

"What the hell do I do..."

Aurain and Ling Ji argue in a screaming voice, desperately exerting healing magic on Filina, whose moments and sounds of life are dwindling.

Next to them, Milieus and Tena are unleashing the magic of restraint towards the monks so as to shelter the three.

Hundreds of percent of those who were in the audience were on Ling Ji's side, cursing at the monks and their commanders.

In the midst of that hustle and bustle, the words of O'Rain, who unleashed too much agitation, pop into Ling Ji's ear.

"Oh, if Firina is safe, you can hang a healing magic on Firina!

"... what did you just say?

"Huh?"

"Can Mr. Feelina use powerful healing magic?

"Huh? Oh, yes.

She is practicing light magic at a high level as part of the teachings of Holy Light.

He doesn't seem to be good at offensive magic personally, but if it's just restorative magic, he's above me.

But in a state where she can do so much magic to herself now... "

Even if Firina herself could use powerful healing magic, there is no point in being unconscious.

No, even if she was conscious, I don't think she can use magic properly now that she's seriously injured.

It was Oraine telling her that as she continued to hit the restorative magic, but Ling Ji nodded as if she had decided to do something when she heard it.

"One thing I'd like to try.

If you do, you'll be fine, but if you do well, I think you can save Mr. Feelina. "

"Mr. Linge? What the hell..."

Depositing Feelina's self in Oraine, who questioned her suspiciously, Ling Ji closed her eyes and concentrated her consciousness as she stood up where she had stepped back.

"Random Summoning Possession"

Ling Ji's annoying skill planted in Evil God, Random Summoning Possession, is a skill that temporarily borrows the power of someone Ling Ji has met. Naturally, Filina also fulfils that condition.

Only about 90% of the original power can be reproduced under the influence of skill levels, but it's more likely that Oraine and I will be able to save lives than we are using healing magic like this.

But that's also all if we can successfully harness the power of Firina.

Whose power to summon is random and therefore cannot be chosen by Lingji.

If you think about it properly, the uncertainty element is too big a fool to bet on it.

(Please...... Huh! Hit me!

The odds are low. You could say that it equals unlimited zero.

But as things stand, there is no other way for Ling Ji to help her.

Intangible power descended over void on Ling Ji, who exercised his skills while desperately praying to God, who did not believe in shards when he was in the original world, or to the Light God, whom Filina believed in.

"Is this...?

The outfit embodied by the effect of the skills was different from that of Firina's.

After all, it was not convenient to attract a particular person.

Then when it comes to whether God's favor was in vain, that's different, too.

"Armor...?

"That outfit... no way!?

Ling Jie, try using restorative magic!

"Yes!

Ling Ji's outfit had turned into a full-body armor for women.

Of course, it does not inhibit movement because it is just a disguise with no entity.

Ling Ji was baffled without knowing whose outfit it belonged to, but Oraine urged Feelina to exercise restorative magic against him if she noticed anything hah.

Ling Ji followed her words, holding hands and concentrating her magic.

"Wow!?"

"Yikes!?"

At that point, a different light was emitted.

If it was about a candle that Ling Ji was releasing until a few minutes ago, it would be a midday sun-like glow.

The light did not remain only Filina lying in the centre, but gave healing benefits to all those gathered in the square.

Many people were gathered in this square, but not all were in good health. Some of them were injured or mildly ill enough to walk.

But the light that Ling Ji emits of all of it heals.

"What the hell is this!?"

"Warm light......"

"What!? What's going on!?"

The monks, who were staring at Tena and Miliers, also stopped their hand and stared at the miracle that descended on the Holy City.

The wound on his shoulder earlier was healed by light.

"... oh? How could I..."

Feelina, who was at the heart of the healing light, regained consciousness.

Despite all that blood and being in the abyss of death, that wound is now completely gone, too.

If the clothes that were wrapped hadn't been stained and torn with blood, it would have been incredible, such as being seriously wounded.

"Feelina, you noticed!

Seeing Feelina regained consciousness after taking her life, Oraine raised her delightful voice.

The voice also reached the folk, who had a bewildered look at the sudden light and healing, and they turned to the risen filina.

There stands the Virgin, who should have been seriously wounded dying, no matter how anyone sees her, safely.

"It's a miracle..."

"Virgin......"

"Huh? Huh?

When one began to kneel and pray, the others began to kneel and pray on the spot so that they could be fished by it.

But the pivotal Virgin is suddenly worshipped to expose the confusion.

But the brave purple-haired man who saw it saw it as an opportunity and raised his voice.

"Have you seen it, gentlemen! A miracle now!

Through the brave men summoned from other worlds here, the Virgin God has helped us!

"Huh? No, it's... it might be"

Ling Ji, who was now embarrassed and seemed uncomfortable about dressing as a woman armor, is confused by Oraine's words.

But the word she's saying isn't a mistake.

Ling Ji also remembered whose this outfit belonged to after being told so far that it was bouldering.

The armor he is now wearing is the outfit of Sophia, the light god, seen in 3D footage over the holy bow when he was asked to save Filina. Apparently, recognition, a condition of random summons possession, can be met even if not directly.

It is unexpected that even the Divine Clan will be included in the subject of the summons of ability, but it is also convincing that if it were indeed the power of God, it would have unleashed only powerful restorative magic.

"The wounds of Filina, the Virgin, who was sentenced to death by the upper ecclesiastical levels, have also been healed!

The Virgin God still keeps an eye on her!

... No, that's not all!

Look at her!

"Huh? Wah, it's me!?"

What Orlaine pointed out with his hand was Miliers, who was confronting the monks.

All of a sudden she's in a hurry to get a lot of attention.

"The power of the Virgin God has healed her, the Demon Nation, too!

This is a testament, namely, that the Virgin God has not denied the Demon Nation!

"Oh yeah!

"But surely that demon tribe should have had a shoulder injury earlier...!

"Then really!?"

"Was it a lie that the devil tribe is transferring to the Virgin God and the people?"

Oraine's words are a great lie. It's simply a story that Miliers was also within the scope of the healing magic that Ling Ji unleashed.

But those who believed in the Virgin God as absolute believed in her Word.

Confusion spreads to a fact different from what has been taught so far.

"Ki, you guys! What are you talking about?

"... May fly! You were fooling us!

"Yes, they do!

The spearheads of the people turned to those who had taught them before that the devils were enemies, to their spineless monks.

A potpourri and a voice of criticism rise to block the commander who tried to raise his voice to deny the words of Aurain.

Eventually it became a big twist, stripping them of their fangs.

"Do it!

"Oh!"

"Huh!? Remember, you guys!

You're gonna regret this!

A folk who picked up a stone at his feet and started throwing it at the monks.

Even though it's just a stone, Mogadishu can't do it if the numbers get together.

The commander hurriedly retreated from the square, realizing that the number of people was too different for the boulders to fight.

"Dear O'Rain, something has gone wrong, but what are we going to do?

"... what shall we do?"

Aurain, which turned out to be in the form of an instigation of rebellion, now scratched a cold sweat.

But it is a later festival.