Abe the Wizard

At this point, the Heradic squares above Abel's right arm began to flash a dark golden light, a huge suction, the polluting gas had just rushed into his soul, and had not yet begun to pollute, and the polluting gas in the Countess's body was sucked into the Heradic squares.

After a long breath, Abel sensed that the soul contract had been signed successfully, the first time he had been attacked for signing the contract and had made him aware of the risk of signing it.

“Master, I didn't know this was going to happen!” The Countess bowed in panic.

“None of your business, I underestimated the power left by hell!” Abel thought about the consequences of contamination of his soul, and he couldn't help but be afraid.

Abel, this is the first time that a covenant has been signed with a true intellectual life, at least a human being before becoming a Dark Gold BOSS, because such a covenant is prepared for riding, so almost nothing in the covenant is 100% agreed to all the demands of the master.

“What's your real name?” Abel suddenly thought of calling her Countess all the time, nothing to do in the dark world, but to go to the Holy Land and have a woman called Countess as a housekeeper, that would drive the aristocracy crazy.

“Master, my real name is Bathory!” The Countess's eyes were very clear and she seemed to have changed after the air of contamination had just been purged.

“Well, I'll call you Bathory later!” Abel nodded.

“Master, this box is a reward for winning what I can earn. Take it if you need it!” Bathory pointed to a box next to him and said.

“What's in it?” Abel looked at the box curiously, and this is the Hell's Treasure Chest guarded by the legendary Countess.

“I don't know either, because I can't open it, but when Heaven and Hell's Trials are here, every time they kill me, this chest refreshes randomly, but as Hell leaves the world, I don't know what's changed inside!” Bartoli explained softly.

Abel squatted down and looked at the chest, which was not locked. When his hand touched the chest, the chest automatically popped open and contained several items.

The first was a staff, who threw it into a Heradic square at random. Abel couldn't help but open his mouth and wrote his astonished expression on his face.

In the Heraldic squares, as his spiritual strength focused on the staff, the attributes of the staff appeared.

battle wand

Hand damage: 6-14

Durability: 46-46

+ 15% Enhanced Damage

+ 3 Flame Enhancement

+ 3 Fireball

+ 3 Warm

Increase durability cap by 15%

+ 50% damage to undead organisms

with grooves (2)

Abel's first thought at seeing this scepter was the phrase Leaf, which is the ideal material to make a leaf scepter.

Rune Word Leaf

3 # Symbol + 8 # Symbol

+5-30 Fire Damages

+3 Fire System Skills

+3 Fireball

+3 Hellfire

+3 warmth

+2 Magic after killing an enemy

Ice Protection +33%

+ (Level 2) 2-198 Defense (determined by Level)

Abel doesn't know if the actual symbols he creates will affect the effects of the weapon, but he can only use the symbols he creates to create them, because they are also very rare in the dark world.

The second item was a symbol that Abel, the pattern on the symbol, had lost track of the number, but he knew it must be a very advanced symbol, and he threw the symbol into the Heradic block, which gave an identification.

Rune: Poole PUL21 #

+ 30% Enhanced Defense

Abel highly suspects that this Hellfire chest is an energy upgrade based on the time it was opened, or it is unlikely that such an advanced 21 # symbol will appear.

When Abel was about to reach for the third item, he discovered that it had decayed over time. It was a piece of cloth armor, as can be seen from the broken parts, it was a white piece of equipment with no attributes, which could be why the cloth armor had decayed over time.

There are no more items in Hell's Crate, but Abel is already very satisfied with it. Whether it's a two-hole cane or a pull string, it's a rare item, especially a two-hole cane, which is now the best symbolic material to boost strength.

Abel put away the staff and the script, looked around at this empty room, and it was hard to imagine how Bathory had lived here for so many years.

“Bartoli, get out of here!” Abel also understood at this time that he had lived in such an environment as an intelligent Hellcreature, and wondered what it was like to suffer the day, which was probably why Bathory had to leave as well.

“Yes, master!” Bathory, whose face has been cleared of pollution and whose face has restored its normal human reddish complexion, is now about to come out of this dungeon that has shut her down for thousands of years and her voice is shaking a little.

Abel rode the black wind out of this empty room, and he didn't know how excited Bathory was at the moment, and she cautiously approached the seemingly ordinary door a little bit.

Although she is the leader of this tower of oblivion, she has never walked out of this room, because the rules of hell do not allow her to walk out of this room, where she has been guarding that hell chest, being killed and resurrected by one practitioner after another, and then killed, seemingly never-ending.

And now that Bartoli has felt the hell out of her, her soul seems to have been cleansed, never so clear, even years of hatred in her heart washed away.

Without hatred, without recklessness, without the erosion of the gas of hell, which is endured all the time, now Countess Bartholi feels new, and now she can walk out of this door just one step away.

This door is like a curse, and the door that hasn't walked out in 10,000 years is like a shackle pressed against her. Every step closer, Bartholi's face shows a colour of fear, seemingly remembering the punishment to which she was subjected when she had just been locked in Hell, when she tried to leave several times, the punishment imposed on her soul.

As Bartoli's left foot stepped out the door, she couldn't help but fall outside the door and cry loudly. She cried wildly, forgetting her former Countess status, forgetting Hell's Dark Gold Boss status, and seemingly trying to dump all the grief and grief in her brain for tens of thousands of years.

The black wind stopped, Abel quietly watched the noble woman in gorgeous clothes lay on the ground crying like a child, he did not come forward to comfort, maybe it was good for Bathory to let her out of her mood at this moment.

Bathory stood up sobbing and did not take care of the dust on her body and tear marks on her face. For her, even tears were luxury things. At this time, she watched Abel with gratitude, bowed to 90 degrees and offered a half-body gift.

“Bathory, let's go!” Abel bowed back for a moment and said softly.

“Yes, master!” Bathory seemed to have been relieved of his emotions and his voice had become so light-hearted that he had just been replaced.

While passing through the hall, Bathory looked at the giant iron pot filled with blood, and there seemed to be a slight fluctuation in her eyes, the blood of the virgin that had condemned her, which now seemed so ridiculous, precisely because it had cost her everything.

Bathory's hand sparkled, a firewall appeared in her hand, looking at the blood evaporating in the flame, and she muttered: "Goodbye, there is no more Countess in the world but Bathory, the master's housekeeper! ”

In the light of the fire, Bathory's face had a smile like never before, innocent as a child, and she turned her head and said to Abel: "Master, I will guide you! ”

Bathory stepped onto the four-story step, his feet just walked into the four-story, stepped on the ground, and heard constant screaming.

The black wind drove Abel to the fourth floor, and he heard the sound change in his face. These were the voices of the little devil, but he had never heard the little devil cry like that, and it seemed that there was great hatred in the voice.

And then there was this little devil that kept coming out of every room. Fortunately, when Abel came in, he had cleaned up most of the little devils. There were only 200 little devils, but there were new devils coming out of every room to join the team of little devils rushing towards Abel.

Abel holds the sword of triumph in his left hand, activates the "Charge Bullet" spell in his right hand, and all summonses rush forward to the little devil.