Lanchi's Healing Trump Card

On the other side of the Ilyavin Great Plains.

Ferrat, who was rushing towards Lanchi, had a twisted and ferocious expression, completely unconcerned about Lanchi's final struggles.

His bloodshot eyes flickered with a crazy fire, like a wounded hungry wolf in the dark night, dangerous and savage, with hatred burning within, wanting to incinerate the entire world.

Even if Lanchi wanted to play a special mechanism, one card wasn't enough to form a system.

Even Limit Feedback required at least three cards to form a set.

Ferrat knew that even if he went against the heavens and spared Hughberlian today, he would absolutely not spare Lanchi!!

"Damn it!! Who can protect you when you provoke like this!"

As Hughberlian chased Ferrat, she felt that all was lost.

Lanchi, a healer, had a taunt intensity far beyond Hughberlian's imagination, and it even came with adding a Berserk State to Ferrat.

The maddened Ferrat seemed to have his potential unleashed. Hughberlian had never felt Ferrat was this terrifying before.

In the distance.

On the ground where Lanchi was.

"Teacher Ferrat, thank you for thinking so highly of me."

Lanchi looked at Ferrat, who was about to arrive in the air, and sincerely murmured.

Originally, Lanchi had thought that in this round of the Entrance Examination, helping his teammates give the Examiner a [Friendly Exchange] would basically allow them to pass easily.

Unfortunately, he encountered a strict examiner.

Since things had come to this, he also needed to show the examiner considerable respect.

Dark clouds pressed down on the sky, shrouding the entire Ilyavin Great Plains in an unusual silence. The sunlight was tightly blocked, leaving only faint light seeping through the gaps in the clouds, barely illuminating the grassland.

In Lanchi's eyes, Ferrat's figure was approaching like a storm, fierce, unstoppable, and irresistible.

"Please calm down!"

Lanchi's voice was clear and gentle, and he smiled as he looked at Ferrat, as if trying to quell Ferrat's anger.

Or perhaps, he wanted to use the Magic Card in his hand to heal Ferrat's heart, which was about to be swallowed by anger.

As Lanchi injected magic power into the card, a scorching orange light instantly overflowed from Lanchi's hand.

Light points scattered and flowed, forming a golden totem in the air!

The Magic Card in Lanchi's hand also gradually dissipated and began to materialize.

A misty light immediately surged towards the grassland, spreading out like a blessing, instantly covering the entire land and awakening the vitality suppressed by the dark clouds.

This was followed by a scene filled with the gentle scent of birdsong and flowers.

In the sky, the originally dim sky began to brighten.

Light seeped out from the gaps in the clouds, like golden pillars of light, breaking through the dark clouds and illuminating the grassland.

At this moment, flowers bloomed, and clouds gathered!

And the center of this miracle was right in front of Lanchi.

Not only was the Sage Institute's conference room filled with gasps and the scene gradually becoming chaotic, but even the numerous Magic Artisan teachers observing from the background in the Magic Engineering Institute were wide-eyed, watching the examination screen.

"He actually used an Epic card?!"

"Epics are divided into dud cards and god cards. I wonder what kind this one is."

Looking across the many famous schools in the Southern Continent, there aren't many students who possess Epic cards.

[Orange Epic] is the highest level of Magic Cards that living beings can conceive of in this era!

Each Epic is unique, anchoring the world and spanning history.

Once bound to one's soul, it cannot be unbound until death, unless it is destroyed, which would cause the card slot to be permanently annihilated.

Therefore, most Epic cards perish in history along with the death of their holders and are not passed down.

This directly leads to their limited number in any given era.

"An Epic card doesn't necessarily suit oneself, and binding it is equivalent to the card slot being permanently occupied. Choosing one's Epic and system so early isn't necessarily a good thing."

What can make a strong person are Divine and Epic cards, but what can destroy a strong person are also Divine and Epic cards!

The higher the quality of the card, the harder it is to unbind, and the less flexible the combination becomes.

This is the price of [Pink Divine] and [Orange Epic] quality cards.

Once too many are bound, one's flexible card slots will become fewer and fewer, and the system will be fixed, losing the tactical variability brought by the free combination of Magic Cards according to the battle situation.

Therefore, whether to use high-quality Magic Cards requires more careful consideration.

Young people like Lanchi, in their teens, certainly wouldn't consider so much when binding Magic Cards.

Leaving aside whether this Epic card suits him, can summoning such a gentle card now block the enraged Ferrat?

In the Sage Institute's conference room, a teacher couldn't help but ask with worry and doubt.

Epic cards can often become the core of a system.

But Lanchi's card is clearly not a powerful offensive summon.

Instead, it's a weak support-type aura summon.

On the Magic Screen, the scene unfolded.

A gentle breeze blew, bringing a fresh floral scent. The dew on the green grass was crystal clear, like countless shining transparent pearls, reflecting colorful light.

As if a fairy had descended upon the world, the grassland had transformed from gloomy and oppressive to a beautiful scene after the rain, even filled with a sense of harmonious and peaceful fairy tale world.

The flower fairy summoned by Lanchi reflected the rapidly changing scenery, stained with the colors of the sun.

Time itself seemed to have paused for her.

"What a beautiful card."

In the conference room, regardless of gender, everyone couldn't help but praise in a daze when they saw Lanchi's summon.

Like a work of art, a masterpiece of the Creator.

It looked very healing at first glance.

Finally, the hazy light mist dispersed.

Accompanied by a clear and bright voice—

"There has never been disaster in this world, only, Great Love!"

Wearing a crimson gown, a crown on her head, and gray hair entwined with thorns, the beautiful woman closed her eyes tightly, gently cupping her hands as if singing a hymn.

At the same time, Ferrat's body froze in mid-air. He felt as if something had snapped inside him.

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

A hoarse roar, like the desperate howl of a monster, his facial muscles twitching wildly, unable to vent the unspeakable turmoil within.

The next moment, Ferrat plummeted from high altitude like a bird with broken wings!

Even Hughberlian's attention was drawn to the Epic-grade summon Lanchi had conjured.

Hearing the flower fairy's song, she also felt a sense of enchantment.

The long-suppressed desire for slaughter in her heart felt almost uncontrollable, and she nearly couldn't resist the urge to rush forward and desperately cut open Ferrat's heart with a dagger.

She quickly covered her heaving chest, trying to calm her erratic heartbeat.

She knew that the change in Ferrat and her own abnormality at this moment must be related to this Epic Summoning Card.

It didn't just affect enemies, but also teammates!

This flower fairy seemed to have a mental effect on all targets on the field!

Finally.

As Hughberlian struggled to maintain her focus and looked at Lanchi's summon, her pupils also contracted sharply.

If one looked closely, they would find that the summoned girl with the pure aura of an angel—

Was actually a succubus with a hint of a cunning smile playing on her lips!

[Poet of Great Love]

[Category: Summoning Card]

[Grade: Orange Epic]

[Attribute: Mental/Wood]

[Rank: 1]

[Effect: Affects all living beings through demonic rhythm, amplifying their emotions tenfold.]

[Note: "Love can create everything, and it can also destroy everything!"]

However.

The examiner Ferrat, who had fallen heavily to the ground at this moment, no longer had the opportunity to use appraisal magic like Hughberlian.

His rationality had snapped the moment the voice of the Poet of Great Love sounded.

Emotions beyond the limit surged into his mind along with his blood flow.

Ferrat had a brain hemorrhage.