The sunlight flowed through his fingertips, through the holy and intricate handprint on the girl's hand, and then gently hit the soul fire in his eye sockets.

An aura of holiness filled the girl's body in an instant. Then, a milky white holy light slowly shone on his body.

This is the most basic magic of the Holy Priest, the Little Healing Technique. At the same time, this magic also has another name, punishment.

For all undead creatures and undead, the magic of holy light that heals injuries turns into a raging flame of holy light, scorching the darkness.

The holy light shrouded him, and his heart was peaceful. can end in the hands of a girl, which is already the most perfect ending.

However, the unthinkable happened strangely, only to see that as the holy light shone on its body, a mysterious energy instantly surged into his body, and under this power, the soul fire in his eyes instantly soared, and in a blink of an eye, he regained all his vitality.

The light continued to shine, and miraculous things happened. The other half of the skeletons scattered around him began to slowly move closer to his upper body, and then spliced together.

The girl's mouth opened wide in surprise, and she watched the little skeleton in front of her slowly recover, got up from the ground, and stood in front of her.

Light magic can scorch all creatures of darkness, it's common knowledge that everyone on the Eternal Continent knows it. Everything that appeared in front of her had completely made the girl lose the ability to think.

Why? Why does holy magic heal evil necromantic creatures in the same way?

Under that most basic small healing technique, he actually recovered all his injuries, and even the emptiness of the soul fire was filled. He stood in front of the girl, watching her stand in place, and then a jerky spiritual power gently conveyed it.

"Thank you."

He thanked the girl, even though she only wanted to end his painful life with a small punishment.

As the holy energy poured into his soul, he suddenly understood why magic could heal his injuries when he could have died.

Because the girl's little healing technique is to awaken the magic talent, when she first sensed the light element, she realized it herself. Only in this way can this little healing technique be so pure and immaculate, full of vitality.

In the Eternal Continent, all Holy Light magic is monopolized by the Eternal God Cult. The Holy Light magic taught by the Holy See has been marked with a small mark, and it is precisely because of this small change. All Light magic will deal this extra damage to undead creatures.

Light and darkness are eternally opposed, and under the light of God, all evil will not be hidden. This is the explanation given by the Holy See of Light.

It's just that how can there be absolutely opposite things in this world. Does light necessarily represent holiness and darkness must represent evil? Light and darkness are just two different signs on a unified scale. Interdependence and mutual transformation.

The girl felt the jerky mental power, and her brain was still in a state of failure. Stayed where I was, nothing reacted.

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the girl again, then slowly turned around and staggered away.

At this time, the girl reacted, opened her mouth wide, moved for a while, and said, "Wait a minute." ”

He turned, and the girl walked up slowly, still nervous and wary on her face, but approaching him.

"Can you understand me?"

The soul fire in his eyes jumped nervously, and then a spiritual power passed over.

"Yes."

A curious look suddenly appeared on the girl's face, and she asked softly again, "Then, what's your name?" ”

He was stunned, "I don't have a name." ”

"Where are you from?"

"There." He grimly pointed to a dilapidated tombstone next to him.

The girl paused a little awkwardly, not knowing what to say for a while.

Both of them froze in place, staring blankly at each other. After a long time, he pointed to the grave of the girl's grandmother, and a thought passed through him. "Will you come again tomorrow?"

The girl nodded.

The two men were silent again, and after a while, another divine thought passed through him. "Don't, tell someone, I'm gone."

With that, he turned and left. This time, the girl didn't stop him again.

The next day, when the girl came again, she was surprised to find the little skeleton sitting next to his grandmother's grave. The flowers in front of the grave had been replaced with fresh, a large bouquet of colorful wildflowers, many of which the girl had never seen before.

She walked over to him, and the two of them sat among a barren weed, surrounded by various tombstones that had fallen crookedly. A beautiful maiden, a pale skeleton.

The scenery is barren and eerie. But because of the existence of the two of them, there is a little more warmth in this quiet.

The two of them didn't talk, just sat there quietly. Then let the time pass little by little. In this way, three years passed in a flash.

In the past three years, the girl has become more and more slim from a soft and young girl. And the soul fire in his eyes also turned a deeper dark blue. The white skeleton is as clear as jade, and it is no longer the small skeleton that can be cut down by a sword at will.

The girl and he would come to this barren and quiet mass grave every day and sit for a while. Talk, or go for a casual walk in the dark forest behind the mass grave. The girl likes to talk very much, so he listens quietly to what the girl says, even the most trivial and boring little things, he will listen to them with relish.

Time is quiet and indifferent, just like this. This is the rear under the rule of the Cult of Light, far from the battlefield on the front line, and the villagers in the small village not far from the mass grave are kind and simple, and everything here is quiet and peaceful, like a paradise.

It's just that the girl's outstanding talent is destined to be extraordinary. In the third year, the girl will be selected as the holy daughter of the local Illuminati Cult and enter the Holy See to cultivate. And he could only hide in a no-man's corner forever, quietly watching the girl from a distance.

Even so, he was very satisfied. After all, as long as you can see the girl, what else can be in the way? The girl entered a big city far away from a small village, and he cultivated harder from then on, just to be able to have a strong strength as a barrier to cover his unique aura belonging to the dead, and then blended into the city, just to look at her from a distance during church services every weekend.