Abe the Wizard

Bathory waved his hand and a firewall appeared in the midst of the little devils, who began to scream out loud, but strangely, these most cowardly creatures of hell seemed fearless at the moment, even if they were constantly screaming by fire, they did not stop moving forward.

Abel's ‘rechargeable bullet’ spell inspired the arc constantly rushing toward the little devil, and the dark golden pipe filament constantly waving before the great sword of victory in his left hand harvested the life of the little devil.

But he also discovered the anomaly that these little demons were insane, that they were truly insane, that their targets were only Bathory, that the killing of their companions seemed to have no effect on them, that they were not panicked and that they did not flee everywhere.

The little devils stepped on the corpses of their companions, constantly rushing forward into the arcs and firewalls, which themselves were anemic, and instantly emptied their lives between the fires, and Abel's summonses rushed into the little devils and began to slaughter.

Because Bartholi had become Abel's covenant at that time, her firewall did not do any harm to Abel's summons, which was the role of the rules-power.

Soon all the little demons fell, the fourth floor of the dungeon was only the sound of the firewall burning, Abel's consciousness unfolded, and there were no more signs of life, it seemed that all the little demons had just surfaced.

Abel looked at Bathory questionably, and Bathory shook her head in confusion, a situation she had never seen before.

As he walked to the stairs on the third floor, Abel did not let Bathory walk in front of him anymore, but let him enter the third floor first, this time without any anomalies, everything was very quiet.

But Abel lined up all his summonses in battle formation, ready to fight, when Bartholi also went to the third floor and immediately heard the roar of the little devil. The third floor was already very small, and Abel had cleared most of the space.

Though there are only more than forty little demons out there, their eyes are red and they rush wildly and fearlessly toward Abel's battlefield, neither Abel's 'rechargeable bullet' arc nor Bathory's firewall can stop them from moving forward.

When more than forty little demons all fell to the ground, Abel looked at Bathory and said, "You've been cursed. If this curse is directed against all hell creatures, then there will be other species of hell on the next level that are involved in blocking our team! ”

“Is this the price of betrayal of hell, even if it has abandoned it, which leaves a seed of no betrayal!” Bathory's eyes were filled with discomfort, and she thought she had broken away from hell, but the reality was so cruel.

“Nothing, there are not many hell creatures on one or two floors, we can clean them up!” Abel said with confidence.

“Master, once you leave the dungeon on the plain, where there are endless hellish creatures, the power of the curse will draw all the hellish creatures, please give me up here and let me die here, I may be an unfortunate man, I have lived long enough to no longer involve my master!” Bathory's mood has lagged far behind, and she seems to have lost sight of life and death, she said to Abel bowing.

“Plains!” Abel said softly with an odd expression: “Don't worry, we'll be safe from this oblivion tower. If it wasn't for the company outside the tower waiting, I could take you straight back to Camp Logger through the city scroll! ”

“I'm relieved that you have the City Delivery Scroll of the Pilot!” Bathory's expression relaxed, she knew the role of the city's transmission reel, and as long as she could return to Camp Rogue, where even all the bloody wilderness creatures were sieged, she had no fear, because the ranks of those creatures were too low to break even her defenses.

Abel discovered that Bartholi's curse was simply a tool to brush the creatures of hell, and without looking, all the creatures of hell in a dungeon would rush wildly out, find her, and attack her.

And all Abel has to do is set up a battlefield, wait for the hellcreatures to arrive, and kill them all with a single drum of energy.

When Abel stepped out of the tower of oblivion and greeted him with a dragon chant of flying flames, and when Bathory appeared, there was a black smell in the sky, this black smell resting on top of Bathory's head, and the black smell of up to dozens of meters seemed to be sending a message to the outside.

Abel can almost feel that the entire Black Wasteland is deeply malicious towards Bathory, and this black smell is the manifestation of this malice.

“Let's go, it's not safe here!” Abel felt something, he said.

He was trying to open the 'Town Transmission Scroll', but found that the area seemed to be locked out. The 'Town Transmission Scroll' hint could not be used under the influence of the black smell!

“This is the rhythm of hunting and escaping!” He shook his head. Hell is really harsh on defectors. If he doesn't have some backhand, it means he's going to kill them.

Just after this brief delay, Abel has heard the earth tremble, and it seems that there are countless infernal creatures rushing here, everywhere, everywhere.

At that time, Abel had seen the appearance of a large herd of Hell creatures, and the sky was filled with bloodhawks like red clouds, and the Night Clan above the ground, animals and Blade Demons, and so on rushed towards them like a million horses.

Surrounded by these seemingly endless hellish creatures, Abel hastily assembled all the summonses together.

He used the Space Beast Ring to harvest five Ghost Guardian Knights, five Ghost Wolves, Toxic Flower Vines, Oak Wise Men and the Black Wind into it. When he received the Bathory, trouble arose again, and the black smell on Bathory's head seemed to have a space locking effect that prevented him from being harvested into the Space Beast Ring.

“Flying flames, come!” Abel shouted, and the flames immediately flew low near him.

Abel couldn't care less at the moment. He grabbed Bathory's arm with one hand and pushed his legs. The man had left the floor and landed on the back of the flame. Then he threw Bathory behind him with a slight push.

If Bathory was a human wizard, she would probably have pulled Bathory's arm a few times, but she was still as tall as Dark Gold, and by the time Abel threw her behind her, she had held Abel's waist.

Flying flames disliked an extra Bathory, his body twisted twice in the air, and he was photographed by Abel before being honest, but when he saw a dense, numb, infernal creature on the ground, he couldn't help but be interested again.

After a habitual dragon chant of flying flames, the mouth began to contain a large number of fire elements, which violently threw a white fireball in the mouth towards the ground.

White fireballs fly into the heaviest concentration of infernal life on the ground, and white fireballs blow up silently, turning into a white flame, turning all the infernal life around 10 meters into a radius into ash.

At this time, behind Abel, Bathory looked horrified. She was a wizard in charge of the flames. Of course, she understood the power of the flames reaching white. The master's flying horse was so powerful, it was beyond her imagination.

In the dark world, there were no dragons except legends, so when Bartoli first saw Flying Flame, he didn't recognize it as a powerful pseudo-dragon until Flying Flame began to wield its horror.

White fireballs continue to rush to the ground, and then form a flaming sea, and if the hell creatures above the ground still have intelligence, especially creatures like the Blade Demon, they will never follow the flames like this, waiting for their attack.

Nor did Abel urge Flying Flame. Flying Flame just needed a lot of practice opportunities to master the newly acquired abilities. Now such a good opportunity is in front of him to practice new abilities as well as give him more 'soul medicine'.

More than thirty white fireballs have brought the souls of at least thousands of hell creatures to Abel, and the flames have lifted their necks high enough to make a dragon sound at the hell creatures on the ground, and their bodies are flying in the direction of Camp Rogue.

Abel may have to walk himself through that underground tunnel in the Dark Forest to get back to Camp Rogue, but flying flames are not necessary, and its natural precise positioning power has locked the location of Camp Rogue in his mind.