However, when this tide of pink light swept over the guards and adventurers, a completely different scene unfolded.
"Ah—"
A short gasp rang out.
It wasn't a scream of agony, but a moan filled with exquisite pleasure and utter disbelief.
The Burly Captain snapped his head down.
The claw mark on his arm, so deep it had nearly exposed the bone, was healing at an insane rate under the bath of pink light!
New flesh sprouted with a faint itch, weaving, clinging, and growing with explosive vitality!
The exhaustion and soreness from continuous battle were violently washed away by a warm current.
He even had the illusion that he was back in his twenties, strong enough to kill a bull with a single punch!
"My wounds... It's not just my wounds! My stamina is completely restored!" an adventurer exclaimed, touching his perfectly healed shoulder in disbelief. Feeling the roaring power surging through his body, his expression bordered on madness.
At the rear of the caravan, the Old Priest, who had exhausted his Holy Light and was leaning weakly against a wagon wheel, gasping for breath, was gently caressed by the pink light.
A wave of life force, so warm it was almost tyrannical, brutally flooded his parched and depleted Holy Light Pool.
Boom!
Something inside him seemed to shatter.
The bottleneck that had plagued him for a full decade crumbled under the impact of this immense power!
The Old Priest's cloudy eyes snapped wide open!
His gaze locked onto the girl enveloped in pink light ahead. His mouth opened and closed, finally releasing a whisper that sounded like sleep-talking or seeing a ghost:
"What... what kind of Divine Spell is this?"
"Pink?"
"Which deity's blessing is this? The God... the God of Love?!"
"Love...?"
Just then, something perfectly suited to the pink Holy Light's aesthetic appeared!
As the tide of pink light inflicted massive damage on the undead, a pillow-sized, chibi unicorn phantom, radiating a soft, seven-colored glow, suddenly popped out from above Lin Qingyue's head with a pop
It had a plump, roly-poly body, short, stubby hooves, and large eyes that sparkled with pure, innocent light. A tiny golden crown rested on its head.
Passive Skill, [Sunny Rainbow Little Ica], activated!
"Doot! Doot-doot, doot!"
Little Ica let out an adorably soft and cheerful cry.
The next second, hundreds of identical Little Ica phantoms materialized simultaneously, forming a legion so cute it was terrifying. They instantly covered the entire battlefield!
In unison, they lowered their heads, revealing the small, seemingly harmless spiral horns on their foreheads.
"Doot!"
With a charge horn that was bursting with cuteness, all the Little Icas' roly-poly bodies began to spin at high speed!
The pink Holy Light and their innate seven-colored glow swirled into dazzling miniature tornadoes!
The eye of each storm was the tiny golden crown on their heads!
"Doot! Doot-doot!"
The dense whistling of air-splitting speed sounded almost playful as these "Pink Rainbow Drills," trailing long fiery tails, launched a death charge straight into the most concentrated clusters of undead.
The pink "Circle of Healing" continued to melt away the undead.
Meanwhile, the rainbow-colored "Headbutt Legion" delivered the final judgment.
Each impact burst into a small rainbow halo.
The Ghouls and Skeleton Soldiers struck by the charge couldn't even let out a wail before they were purified to evaporation by this extreme "cuteness"!
In the blink of an eye, the area nearly a hundred meters ahead of the group was completely cleared.
All that remained was the unnaturally clean ground and patches of dark liquid still emitting black smoke.
The wind blew silently.
The battlefield, which had been a scene of fierce combat just moments ago, fell into a deathly silence.
The guards stood frozen, weapons raised, staring blankly at the empty space before them. They glanced down at their own vanished wounds and the overflowing stamina that nearly burst from their bodies.
Every face was collectively petrified.
The Burly Captain's jaw hung open. The Mountain-Cleaving Axe in his hand slipped and clattered to the ground, nearly crushing his foot.
He didn't even notice.
In all his life, this was the first time he'd learned that a "Healing Spell" could "heal" like this...
So it "heals" them... by erasing them from existence?
"...Fuck."
He finally managed to force out that single word, his voice dry and hoarse.
"This fucking... is a Healing Spell?"
Behind him, the old, white-haired Priest's hand trembled with Parkinson's-like frequency. He touched the holy symbol on his chest, glanced at Lin Qingyue, then at the purified residue on the ground.
In that moment, his faith was thoroughly dyed pink.
The old man's lips quivered as he muttered incoherently, "Heresy... No, this is a miracle... a pink miracle... Holy Light above, what... what have I just witnessed..."
Xia Lian's short blade had lowered at some point.
She looked at Lin Xiyue—who wore a proud, excited expression that screamed, "I knew this would happen!"
Then she looked at her sister, Lin Qingyue, before her gaze finally settled on the horrifyingly clean "battlefield."
"...Explain," she demanded of Lin Xiyue.
"Oh, that's just my sis's Healing Divine Spell," Lin Xiyue replied matter-of-factly, puffing out her chest with an expression that said, Isn't this perfectly normal?
"For the living, it's a heal. For the undead, it's a one-way ticket to oblivion. Specialized service, guaranteed results. As for that little unicorn... well, this is my first time seeing that too."
Su Wan's icy, beautiful face lost its composure once again.
The staff in her hand trembled slightly.
As an Elemental Mage, her perception of energy was exceptionally keen. She could clearly discern that the essence of the pink light was indeed pure, immense Holy Light.
"But... even an Archbishop's Mass Purification only destroys the undead's Soul Fire, causing their skeletons to crumble and preventing their reanimation."
She stared at the bone dust and unidentifiable liquid on the ground, swallowing hard.
"But this... this purified the very bones to dust..."
Lin Qingyue slowly lowered her staff, surveyed the refreshingly clean battlefield with satisfaction, and nodded lightly.
"Hmm, it seems using Holy Light this way is more efficient," she concluded softly.
[Ding! Detected that teammate Su Wan's logic has fallen into chaos and her worldview has been severely shaken after witnessing the "Correct Use of Holy Light." You have derived twisted pleasure from this. Elation Value +999!]
Lin Qingyue ignored the System's chatter and cast her gaze further into the distance.
The pink tide of light wiped out most of the low-tier undead, but the three Necromancers, shrouded in dense Dark Shields, barely held on. Their shields fluctuated violently under the pink light's impact but ultimately endured.
At this moment, three pairs of eye sockets, flickering with ghostly fire, were locked onto Lin Qingyue.
Their Soul Fires wavered violently, conveying disbelief, horror, and... an almost insane greed!
Behind them, the colossal Stitched Abomination, seemingly enraged by the pink light, let out a deafening roar!
It began to charge, its heavy footsteps making the earth groan. It swung its massive beast-bone club, stirring up a terrifying, foul wind!
One of the Necromancers raised its bone staff, pointing it at Lin Qingyue. Its hoarse, shrill voice, like nails scraping across glass, echoed across the battlefield:
"Seize her! Her soul... her power... will be the ultimate sacrifice for our path to immortality!"