Surprised me into a goddess of light

Just judging from the normal recovery speed, if they want to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, they will have to cultivate for at least a month... This is still the excellent physique of the Valoran race. If it is replaced by the human physique of the previous life, it will take at least a year or two or even a lifetime.

"65 of the Chant of Light, Lay on Hands!"

Abandoning chanting and multiple spellcasting, six holy white lights came out from my hands and shone on the six generals on the hospital beds.

At this moment, the eyes of the doctors looked at me one after another.

One of the magisters of the light system murmured: "Holy blazing physique..."

The high-level magic of 'Lay on Hand' is very special. Only when it is used with the affinity of light elements above 90, will it not deplete the vitality of the caster. The surrounding doctors can easily recognize this one-of-a-kind magic physique, and their eyes are slightly shock.

What shocked them even more was that the silver-haired girl only maintained the holy light for about ten seconds before putting down her right hand.

The light faded, and the six seriously injured generals breathed calmly, long and powerfully, and the wounds on all parts of their bodies healed one after another, including the severed limbs regrown!

"This... how is this possible!"

The doctors were suddenly moved, their eyes widened as if they had seen a ghost, and they quickly lay down on the bedside of the generals, and some even knelt down with a plop, oblivious to checking the patient's injury.

The generals who were on the verge of death just now returned to their full strength, and even some hidden injuries and hidden diseases were fully recovered, so they became even stronger...

I raised my hand again, facing the lightly wounded generals on the other side who stopped discussing in shock: "Sixteenth of Bright Chanting, Healing Technique."

Seven white lights lit up, and after a few seconds, the minor injuries of the generals also fully recovered.

"Unimaginable, unimaginable..."

"Even the lost flesh and bones can be restored, it's not magical!"

"What's more, it only took ten seconds. Even the great sage of light may not be able to do it. How did he do it..."

The doctors whispered wildly, and finally someone seemed to remember something, looked at me nervously and said firmly: "The star of the morning sun, the goddess Eve?"

I was slightly taken aback, a little surprised that my name had been passed on to Will, but there was nothing to hide, so I nodded frankly.

Many people's faces were even more shocked. They had heard of this name, and they naturally knew that the number one star in the Apocalypse Goddess list was not a professor, but a second-year student of the Academy of Magic...

Amidst the shocking and curious inquiries of the doctors, as well as the gratitude and thanks of the generals, I didn't stay in the tent for too long, I tried my best to cope with it, and then pulled Sophia out.

As soon as they got out of the tent, in the medical camp, there were blood-stained wounded people in sight, and painful groans in their ears.

The wounded being supported by the nurses, and the wounded being carried on the stretcher, walked past the two of them non-stop.

If there is a goddess, I can cure them all, but now, it takes more than half of my mana just to cure those generals...

I sighed slightly in my heart, and looked at Sophia beside me, only to find that she was different from usual.

She looked at the countless painfully wounded people in Will State, her expression was a little dazed, her usually clear and gentle eyes were slightly distracted, and there seemed to be something inexplicable in her brown pupils.

I poked Sophia's palm with my finger: "Sister Sophia, are you okay?"

Sophia woke up like a dream, and turned to look at me: "It's okay, Eve, I'm fine."

I checked Sophia's status before, and to my surprise, she had almost no injuries after fighting on the battlefield for a long time. I can only attribute it to Sophia's strong strength.

The trance just now is probably a normal reaction of her feeling uncomfortable seeing so many wounded in her own country...

At this time, a stretcher passed behind the two of them, and the distance was too close, so it accidentally bumped into Sophia.

As a third-tier swordsman, Sophia just staggered a step, which had no effect, but the two white-clothed nurses carrying the stretcher fell to the ground, together with the bloody soldier on the stretcher.

"Sorry! I didn't notice you..."

Sophia quickly apologized, helped the two nurses get up, and helped lift the stretcher.

I was suddenly a little puzzled. Although it was the nurse who bumped into Sophia, with Sophia's strength, she should be able to easily perceive the situation behind her and dodge easily.

It feels like she's very out of shape today... the aftereffects of the war?

Then, the female nurse who bumped into Sophia and was carrying her in front suddenly burst into tears.

The girl's sobs were not clear in the noisy camp, but with the hearing of the two of them, they could still be heard clearly.

I was surprised for a moment, and looked at the soldier on the stretcher.

A blood-stained, very youthful face... According to my visual observation, he probably lied about his age to join the army. He looks only sixteen or seventeen years old.

His right arm was broken shoulder to shoulder, and there was a deep red bleeding wound on his waist. The blood kept gushing out, soaking his uniform and clothes red. At this moment, his face was pale, blood was coming out of his mouth, and he was saying something, but he couldn't make a sound. He was about to die.

In this situation, even if it is moved to a greenhouse, it will probably be difficult to save the life...

Behind the stretcher was a slightly older female nurse. She looked at the nurse girl lifting the stretcher with tears in front of her, then at the dying soldier, and suddenly put down the stretcher.

Her eyes were a little sad, but her tone was extremely stern: "Monica, throw away the stretcher! We can't waste time on him, go outside to carry other wounded!"

Although it was a bit cruel, it was the truth. Since this soldier could not be saved, he might as well just give up and save a few more people.

However, the young nurse called Monica seemed to have completely collapsed and could not listen to the instructions of the older nurse.

With tears all over her face, she continued to carry the stretcher forward with difficulty.

The limited strength caused the stretcher to be unstable, and with a crash, the soldier on the stretcher was almost thrown out by her.

If at this time, the dying soldier falls to the ground, he may die directly...

A hand stretched out from the side, supporting the dying soldier and stabilizing the rickety stretcher.

I looked at the young and immature face of the soldier, and sighed in my heart, without thinking about anything, I stretched out a hand again: "65 of Light, Lay on Hands."

The pure white holy light shone, and the hideous gap in the soldier's waist quickly healed, and the disappeared right arm slowly grew bones, flesh and skin...

In just over ten seconds, he completely broke away from the state of dying, and became vigorous and full of life.

This miraculous scene stunned all the wounded and nurses in the camp, and they all looked at the beautiful, holy and flawless silver-haired girl against the holy light.

After the treatment, the light gradually faded.

Snapped!

Monica, who was on the verge of collapse, suddenly fell to her knees and looked at me with tears all over her face: "Thank you, High Priest, for saving my life!"

The next moment, the surrounding nurses seemed to be infected, they all knelt down towards me, and... put the wounded on the stretcher in front of me, and said expectantly: "High Priest, he is about to die, you must help!"

In the distance, many nurses dragged the soldiers who were seriously injured and dying, and ran towards me as if seeing a savior.

Some soldiers with broken arms and legs looked at the young soldier on the stretcher who had recovered his right arm, looked at me, their gray eyes sparkled, and dragged their bodies towards me... as if they were towards hope.

"High Priest, as long as you heal my sword-holding hand, I will treat you like an ox or a horse, no matter what!"

"High priest, please save my elder brother!"

"High Priest, I beg you to help me treat my old... I have this leg, I have to go to the battlefield to avenge my brothers..."

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I vaguely guessed this scene when Excessive Kindness used lay on healing to cure the dying boy.

At that time, the situation was urgent, and I would die if I didn't save him. I didn't think too much before taking action.

But there are so many wounded in Taranto, and I don't have a goddess look now, even if I drain all my magic power, I can't save them.

In fact, after curing those Tier [-] generals, I now only have one-third of my magic power left.

Or only save part of it?

It will be resented by others...

I murmured, a little tangled, and suddenly, Sophia took a step forward and stood in front of me.

She glanced sharply at the soldiers and nurses rushing towards me, and said slightly angrily, "Stop!"

This sentence was obviously assisted by fighting spirit, and the clear voice spread far away in the noisy medical camp, and everyone could hear it.

The camp was silent, and many people's footsteps stopped.

"The High Priest is not omnipotent! She has just come down from the battlefield and has just cured a dozen patients. She doesn't have so much magic power to continue treatment! You can save as you want, don't expect others to help!"

After Sophia finished speaking, she pulled me to leave.

I didn't resist, and walked out of the camp following her strength, but I could feel that behind me, the soldiers and nurses were looking at me expectantly.

"I understand... I understand, but if you don't save him, he will really die."

"I, we can't save..."

A few nurses murmured feebly. In front of them, some soldiers were seriously injured, and they could barely breathe. Even if they were sent to the shed, their chances of surviving were very slim.

Damn, if only... if only I could be a goddess!

I gritted my teeth, suddenly grabbed Sophia's hand with my backhand, and stopped.

"Sister, let me help them."

Sophia stared at me in a daze: "But Eve, your magic power is limited, and there shouldn't be much left now..."

"It's okay, even if you save a few people, it's better than not saving one, and my magic power recovers very quickly."

I said seriously, walked straight to the side of the medical camp, and shouted: "Bring the first 10 soldiers who are the most seriously injured to me! In addition, my ability is limited, and I can only save one more every minute. The other wounded should be moved to the hospital. Treatment in the medical shed!"

This is my judgment on the recovery speed of my magic power. After treating 10 dying soldiers, I estimate that there is not much magic power left. Afterwards, with the help of potions, one can be cured in about a minute.

Hearing this sentence, many nurses showed ecstasy on their faces, and they followed the request to judge the most seriously injured soldiers and carry them here.

While they were carrying them, I poured myself two bottles of magic invigorating potions in advance, and at the same time urged the six elements around me to speed up my meditation.

Sophia saw my choice, stopped persuading me, quickly found a few soldiers, and built a temporary treatment platform in front of me, that is, a wooden bed for the wounded.

Together with the nurses, she judged which soldier was most critically injured and needed immediate treatment, and ordered those soldiers whose injuries were not fatal to go directly to the hospital shed for routine treatment.

Soon, the 10 most injured soldiers were placed in front of me.

I took a look and saw that the condition was quite dire, none of the limbs were intact, and all of them would die within 5 to 15 minutes if no treatment was given.

"The free light element between heaven and earth, release your brilliance and save the injured creatures. The sixteenth of the light chant, healing."

Since there are many people to be healed, in order to save mana, I did not use higher-level 'Lay on Hands', nor did I abandon the skills of chanting and multiple chanting, but cast a full chanting healing technique on one of the soldiers.

Healed for about ten seconds, after the first soldier was out of danger, I went to the second soldier and chanted again...

After more than two minutes, 10 people were treated.

Compared with 'Lay on Treatment', the mana consumption of the healing technique is greatly reduced, and the effect is also greatly reduced, at least it cannot regenerate a broken limb.

The lost limbs of these soldiers did not grow back, and their bodies did not return to their full strength, but their bone wounds were basically healed, and they could barely walk alone.

With the physique of the Valoran race, he can be alive and kicking after three to five days of training.

After recovering a life, 10 soldiers got up one after another and bowed to me to express their gratitude.

However, I vaguely noticed that there were two soldiers with broken arms, looking at the young boy who was cured by lay on hands and regained his right arm, there was some complaint and dissatisfaction in their eyes, but they were suppressed in their hearts.

They're blaming me for not healing a severed limb with lay on hands?

Do you suffer from inequality instead of scarcity?

This is human nature, blame me for not thinking too much about it before, and directly using lay on hands, but I saved their lives after all, and still blame me...

I sighed a little, but still didn't think too much about it. I concentrated on recovering my magic power and continued to perform healing techniques.

The nurses kept bringing me dying soldiers. Under Sophia's control, the frequency of one person per minute was strictly maintained, but I found that the speed of my healing technique could be faster.

"Sister, it doesn't take a minute... About 1 seconds will do."

At this moment when people will die at any time, I have no idea of ​​being lazy to let myself relax, and strictly adhere to the limit recovery rate of magic power for treatment.

Sophia looked at me with some concern, but according to my request, the transport of the wounded was speeded up.

......

There were indeed a lot of wounded in this battle, and the treatment continued until ten o'clock in the middle of the night, before the frequency slowly dropped.

Although I didn't stop for a moment, I treated a total of more than 300 seriously injured soldiers in more than four hours.

And, very tired.

After more than four hours of healing, I feel more exhausted than I have been fighting on the battlefield for nine hours during the day.

At that time, it was just to cast the scorching light on the back of the giant bird from a long distance, and release it as soon as it had magic power, so as to sneak attack the enemy without worrying about danger, and even chat with Kelly.

But at this time, every minute and every second is in the process of anxious treatment, the emptiness of magic power, the fatigue of the body, a large number of soldiers waiting in line for treatment, a little carelessness, and the mental pressure that someone may be seriously injured and die...

"Thank you, High Priest, this is the last emergency wounded."

The treatment platform in front of me was already stained red with blood. Two nurses moved the last seriously injured soldier and looked at me with admiration.

"It's finally over..."

I finished casting the last healing technique, breathed a sigh of relief, collapsed on the chair, took a sip of the hot water from Sophia.