Under the holy light of Flora, not only did the zombies on the ground turn into ashes and their souls find rest, even the dust inside the house was cleansed, and the golden light continued to linger in the house even after Flora stopped casting her spell. It illuminated the unlit hall, and the faint sound of hymns echoed in their ears. The only things left on the ground were the armor and clothing worn by the mercenaries, as well as the torn body of Laina - even that corpse was thoroughly cleansed by the powerful holy light, and all traces of blood and filth caused by fear disappeared.
Flora looked at her hands in astonishment. She thought that she wouldn't be able to use Spirits anymore after becoming undead. Originally, no matter what kind of Spirits, they had a strong destructive power against undead. Within the Holy See, the priests who used Spirits to deal with natural undead and eliminate necromancers prided themselves as a professional team. The reason was simple - they only needed to throw Spirits at an undead and it would naturally be harmed. The more powerful undead were just more resilient.
In the game, Spirits would cause irreparable damage to undead.
However, this ironclad rule recognized by the Holy See and everyone else was broken by Abis here.
Flora looked at the smile on Abis' face and quickly asked, "Why am I not getting hurt? Why is your necromancy different from that of a normal necromancer?"
"It's easy to understand once you understand the underlying principles of how Spirits harm undead," Abis pointed at Flora's palm where she had just released the holy light. "Spirits guide the power of the gods through prayer to manifest as magical effects. They are essentially the power of the world's origin. On the other hand, ordinary undead should not be resurrected and they violate the rules of the world. When they come into contact with the power of the world's origin, they are automatically corrected by that power and therefore receive irreparable damage."
"Then why haven't I violated the rules of the world?" Flora asked in confusion. "I'm also undead. My heart isn't beating, and I'm not bleeding, but I can still move freely."
"I awakened you using the power of the world's origin," Abis spread his hands. "The world's origin won't correct its own creation, so you could say I found a loophole."
"You can use Spirits too?" Flora looked at Abis in shock.
"I had a conversation with the spirits of the Holy See's Spirits practitioner. He taught me everything he learned, and by accident, I touched the realm of the gods and wandered in the divine realm," Abis's expression was casual, as if he had just spent a day playing in a nearby garden.
Flora found it hard to believe, but still eagerly said, "Then can you tell me about the nine gods? I'm really curious!" After witnessing so many impossible things happening, Flora had developed an instinctive trust in Abis's ability to create miracles. In this short day, she had experienced more excitement and variety than in her entire previous year.
"They are just a group of workers, just like the busboys in a tavern," Abis said. "If you're interested, I'll slowly tell you more as we travel. For now, why don't you try using some other Spirits? I can see how happy you were using Spirits just now, and besides, I want to continue to experience the true strength of the legendary Flora, the Holy Maiden."
Despite Abis's calm appearance, he was still strongly interested in Flora's abilities. His necromancy was powerful, but Flora's use of Spirits was not far behind.
It should be noted that the Holy Light spell Flora just used was just the most basic Holy Light spell. When used by an ordinary Spirits practitioner, it would at most sting the eyes of the enemy and the size of the light source would be similar to a rugby ball. But just now, Flora's spell had even swept through the entire building. Abis had peeked through the windows and saw that the previously run-down windows were now shining bright and clean. This astonishing effect had far exceeded practicality.
Flora nodded and began reciting the melodious prayer again. It was a language with intricate pronunciation and beautiful tones, specifically used to pray to Spirits. It was said to have been handed down from the first human who communed with the gods in ancient times, and was extremely difficult to learn, only qualifying for study by priests of the Holy See and other high-ranking clergy.Her entire body emitted a radiant golden glow, and an invisible ripple emanated from her, sweeping through everything around her at an incredible speed in an instant.
"Wow!" Flora was startled by her own performance. "I just wanted to use a small-scale Spirits..."
"Congratulations, the radius of your Spirits diffusion just now was at least one hundred kilometers," Abis clapped lightly. "Was it the basic Mind Healing technique? Based on my senses, the villagers and city dwellers nearby shouldn't have nightmares for a few months. The public security in the city will be much better."
"You sensed it?" Flora's face turned slightly red. She also found it strange that her blood was not flowing, yet she could still blush. "I saw that you were angry earlier, so I wanted to make you feel better with the Mind Healing technique."
"With your kind thoughts, I won't be angry anymore. Now I'm as calm as the skull of a rock troll," Abis laughed and couldn't resist reaching out to touch Flora's hair.
Flora subconsciously wanted to stop him, but she didn't mind the feeling of Abis's soft and cool fingers brushing through her hair.
"I haven't used Spirits for a long time. I seem to have trouble controlling the scale now," Flora apologized. "I got a little carried away just now."
"In front of me, you can get carried away as much as you want," Abis walked to Laina's corpse, bending down to pick up a severed hand that had been cleaned by the Holy Light Spell. He said to Flora, "I've read your story. You were chosen as the successor to the Saintess at the age of three, entered the clergy for education, and took office at the age of twelve. Died at the age of seventeen - in other words, you probably had little freedom in your childhood and youth, right?"
"Uh? Yeah... it's true..."
"Now you are no longer the Saintess of the clergy. You are my Flora, my companion," Abis held the severed hand and handed it a charcoal pen, then took out the previous commission from his pocket. The hand automatically signed the name on the commission. "So you are free now. In front of me, you can be willful, you can be spoiled. You have the right and the power to fulfill your wishes."
"Ah... really..." Flora was at a loss due to the sudden change of topic.
