Abe the Wizard

Just as Abel was about to kill Durrell, Darrell's body lit black flames, which were not real flames, but countless souls rolling over, and they cried out terribly painful howls.

These howls seemed to be energizing Durrell, who withstood the tremors of paralysis, and his heartless gaze on Abel, followed by a sudden blaze of black flame, followed by a shocking roar from Durrell.

This loud roar caused the whole graveyard to tremble and a heavenly and earthly force formed beside Abel, who felt that he seemed to be ostracized by this space, and the ‘lightning’ spell pattern he had just drawn would automatically dissipate without waiting to be activated.

And his body was even more immobile, as if the forces of the whole world were suppressing him, a territory that had abandoned him.

This feeling reminds him of what happened when he faced Andaliel, who controlled the world like a god.

Durrell rushed toward Abel, and the skeleton and ‘Clay Stone Demon' in front of him were slammed against the wall by their foreclaws, neither of which had the power to resist, and turned into fragments.

Abel felt extremely dangerous, and he could not move, so long as Durrell rushed into his face, he could die with just a few hits.

It seemed that his crisis had been felt, and in the soul of his Druid son, a fiction of an oak tree had emerged, a fiction of its symbiotic oak tree outside Camp Rogue.

The oak shadow shakes the pole quickly, and every time it shakes, the more illusory the oak shadow becomes, and at the same time, a giant oak tree emerges outside Abel's body, which is not real, but stands behind him like a real thing.

Abel's body was beneath an oak tree, and suddenly he felt light-hearted, just disappeared from the world's repression, and Durrell was about to reach him.

The ‘Deed of the Ancients' shield in his left hand faces Durrell heavily, with the ‘Shield Strike' pattern on top of Durrell's body at the moment when he was about to attack him.

Tourelle's forepaw had been raised high and he was supposed to harvest the enemy's head like a victor, but was hit by a 'shield' and his body had fallen in front of Abel with an inclined weight.

The fiction of the oak tree, like a drain of energy, slowly dissipated in the soul of Abel's Druid son, and the giant oak tree behind Abel disappeared at the same time.

But by this time, as Durrell had been hit by a ‘shield', he had been stunned, and the same kind of divine repression had just disappeared.

Abel's "Lightning" spell in his right hand was thrown into the shell notch of Durell again, followed by the "Lightning" spell in his left hand.

The loss of defensive action by the falling Durrell makes the 'lightning’ even stronger, and the black flame just now seems to drain too much energy, it has now lost even the power to climb and has been paralyzed.

As Abel attacked, let the black wind carefully retreat and pull the distance from Durrell.

Had it not been for the help of the oak tree, he might have been killed by Durrell by now.

Never before had he been so close to death that the feeling of being suppressed by the heavens and the earth left him powerless.

Durrell seemed really powerless to resist, Abel's ‘lightning’ spell constantly attacked, each hit kept Durrell's body vibrating, even screaming silently.

With the sound of a dull explosion, Durrell's body finally began to expand inside under constant attack, bound by the enclosure's blockage, but the internal expansion eventually defeated the already broken enclosure, as the flesh in Durrell's enclosure exploded and the internal organs burst through the enclosure.

The skeleton and ‘Clay Stone Demon' blocked in front of Abel were directly shattered by a flesh explosion, and Abel was far from it and did not reach it.

“Finally dead!” Abel's heart relaxed for a while, and his body grew tired like a tide. Although he had been taking medication, he had been using the dynamic visual and digital perspective capabilities given by the stone fragments of the world during the battle.

In the use of this ability, spiritual and physical exhaustion is enormous, even if supplemented only by superficial spiritual and physical strength, but fatigue in the soul will not disappear.

Abel grinned for a moment, and the battle lasted for three whole days, and it was really hard to say who would have won the battle if it hadn't been for the summons and the difficulty of the battle had been predicted beforehand.

Just as he exclaimed, a broken crystal of Durrell's body hovered from the body, shining brightly between them, illuminating the entire graveyard.

Abel recognized at first glance what this was, a piece of stone from the world, and it was the very essence of how powerful Durrell would be.

Just as he wanted to get close to watching, the stone fragment of the world suddenly flew towards him, and he instinctively tried to hide, but found that his body could not move at all.

Fortunately, his inspiration did not tell him any danger existed, and when the Stone Fragment of the World flew towards him, neither his defensive spell 'Crushed Ice Armor’ nor his anti-gas armor seemed to react to being chased by the Stone Fragment of the World.

Even the two passive defensive magic objects on the body were present by the stone fragments of the world without a response to all defenses.

The stone fragments of the world pass through his body like nothing else, directly into his soul space, where the stone fragments of the two worlds are getting closer and closer, as if there was some natural attraction between them.

As soon as the two pieces of world stone came together with a crisp sound, he felt the world's affinity for him, and he had a feeling of being in Camp Rogue.

And here he was like a god, and every little bit of magic in the air was cheering, and the mud on the ground was automatically separated in his eyes, and a mass of water was separated from the earth.

The otherwise muddy graveyard is now very dry, and all the water is concentrated and suspended in the sky, and this is just an idea for Abel.

Between Abel's gaze flashed, a crack appeared in the air, and the water mass was sent into the crack.

It was hard for him to imagine that nothing was being used, but that one space crack could be ripped open in the air, and the fusion of two pieces of stone debris from the world made his divine means even more powerful.

“Hoo-hoo!" Abe took a sigh of relief and expelled the feeling of the divine body, not his true ability, but the ability of the stones of the world, which have a natural control over the land beneath his feet.

Turell's body suddenly began to spit out a constant grey shadow. At first, it was still one. Soon, it was a piece of grey shadow. These grey shadows were dancing in the graveyard. Abel could see the grey shadow, though blurred, but his face was very clear.

These grey shadows are the souls that he just saw in the wounds of Durrell, and according to the information just returned from the stone fragments of the world, these are souls that have been sucked up by Durrell by countless generations of human beings throughout Rugau.

As hell leaves the dark world, it instills all of Rugauin's last human soul into Durrell, and only the energy of the soul can drive the stone fragments of the world.

At this time, these souls finally left the Durrell where they were imprisoned and freely allowed to fly. After a period of celebration, the souls began to stop, and they had been in the body of the Durrell, knowing who had saved them.

Countless souls in the sky bowed their heads respectfully to Abel, offering a gift after which all souls emitted a white light, and the original gray color on their bodies turned white.

Countless shadows of life, countless souls are expressing gratitude in this way, truly coming from the soul, and this gratitude, in turn, obliterates the last of the infernal contamination in their soul.

These shadows of life, the faces of these souls, whether old people, youth, children, men, women, warriors, peasants or other occupations, have the same pure smile on their faces.

It was a clean and indescribable smile that disappeared from Abel's mind recently as a result of governance of the country and revenge, and Abel felt like a clear and pure crystal at the moment.

The light on the shadow of life slowly darkened and then began to fade away, as Abel seemed to hear familiar songs again in the process.

This is the second time he hears this song, he still can't hear the words, he can't hear what the song is, but a feeling for life can't help but rise, instantly he knows that this is the song of life, sung together by countless saved souls.

Even with two pieces of world stone debris on his body, his dynamic vision and digital perspective capabilities have increased considerably, but this song of life he can only listen to, can't remember, at best like this, when he hears it again, it feels familiar.

With the singing of the song of life, in the space of his soul, which Abel could not see, a glimmer of light entered his soul.

He still remembers that the last time he was blessed with the Song of Life, he had benefited immensely, this time with anticipation for the Song of Life.

“May your souls rest in peace!” Abel bowed back for a moment and in his salute, the light of life completely disappeared into the tomb room.

Quiet was restored in the tomb room, but the old cold had disappeared, and although it was still a tomb room, he felt every inch of dirt, every stone, every dot of mural was especially clean.

This cleanliness is not seen by the eyes, but perceived by the soul.

When a passage appeared on the wall of the tomb room, perhaps Abel had just concentrated on Durrell, and found it when he was looking at the tomb room.

Abel first walked up to Durrell and looked up carefully, but unfortunately he wanted to find a piece of equipment from a big bug that even humans could not use.

Disappointed that he looked at the corpse of Durrell and couldn't help but laugh at his greed, a piece of stone from the world, a song of life blessed enough?

With these two collections, three days of battle is really worth it.

To think of it, he sprung a "skeleton rebirth" over the body, and as the huge corpse of Durrell thumped, he stood a skeleton out of it.

This skull is very different from a normal skull, and on top of it is a thick shell that protects its skull, its head and the fire of its soul.

Mutated Skull!

Abel had long lost faith in the mutant skeleton. In such a long time, he had tried countless times, and had not summoned the mutant skeleton. This summons was only remembered because his ninth skeleton died together in the explosion of the death of Durrell.

“Let's call you Dorell!” Abel looked at the skull and said with a smile.

This is Abel's second mutant skull, but the ability of this mutant skull will be slowly discovered later.

Once again, he looked around the tomb room and found nothing, and he walked towards the passage he had just discovered.

This is a dark passage, only under the influence of the stone debris of the world, which is nothing to Abel, and he can clearly see everything in the dark.

He didn't use 'instant movement' here, he just let the black wind walk on the ground, he always felt some mysterious and powerful smell ahead of him, so he needed to restore his tired soul.

For a short time he walked without meditation, but on this land he was like a mother, and strange energy in the heavens and the earth constantly nourished him, causing the fatigue in his soul to disappear rapidly.

There was also an indelible Hellfire in front of him, and he saw in the light that a stone door appeared in front of him, and that such a tall door was built underground, and how much human and material resources would be needed to achieve it. He could not help but lament the wisdom of mankind in the dark world.

Walking through the gates, there is a huge space that no longer needs to be illuminated by the fire of Hell, because right in the center of the space there is bare underground magma, and the magma of fire red rolls over to illuminate the entire huge space.

There is a burning sensation of breathing in the air, and you can see how high the temperature is here, but Abel's body is flashing with ‘Glitter' light, and the temperature here doesn't affect him very much.

Above the magma, a platform is connected by countless chains to the ground around the magma to secure the platform above the magma.

An ancient wooden bridge connects the field to the platform, but Abel can't believe it's still sturdy after tens of thousands of years, so he chose to move instantly onto the platform.

“Young adventurer, thank you for saving me!” Abel was surprised when a voice burst out of nowhere.

In the dark world, Abel has never met a living life with an active voice, even Kane exists in another way and cannot speak voluntarily.

Is there still a living human being here, who can't help but look around for the source of the sound, but sees that the red imprisoned symbol on the pointy stone in the middle of the platform has been broken, and a light shadow is struggling to come out of it.

“Who are you?” Abel asked out loud.

“Me? Let me think, I haven't met a human in a long time, by the way, my name is Terrill!” The light shadow finally came out of the pointy stone, a golden robe with wings behind it and an illusory life suspended in the middle of the air.

Archangel Terrill! Abel immediately recalled his information, that he was an archangel symbolizing justice, but it was hard to say whether that justice was true or not. At least from Akara's message in Camp Logh, he was not friendly to heavenly forces.

“It's good to see you, if it's all right, I'm leaving first!” Abel bowed slightly.

He didn't want to get into too much contact with this Terrill, and now he's got the strength to deal with an archangel afraid of his opponent, so he chose to leave quickly.

“Wait, I need your help, young adventurer!” Archangel Terrill shouted hastily.

“I'm just an ordinary human being who can't help you!” Abel shook his head and refused.

“Young adventurer, don't hesitate to refuse, although you are a wizard, but I feel your body is extremely strong and has met the standards of a knight, I can give you the Holy Knight profession as long as you help me!” Archangel Terrill seduced.

Abel was alert at once, and he guessed that the archangel, Terrill, was likely to lose his strength and was not sure about him, which was why he would use a battle position to seduce him.

If human beings were in a dark world, they might be bewitched by Archangel Terrill, the temptation to fight was very strong, but Abel was different, knowing soberly that the world had been captured by hell, and then his soul was harvested and finally abandoned.

And in this world, how could there be a complete archangel, Abel's eyes looking at the broken imprisoned symbol on the pointy stone, and he already knew that he had just killed Durrell and broken the imprisoned symbol before he let this Terrell escape from it?

“No, I like the wizard profession and don't need to be a saint!” Abel said, retracting, and the 'instant movement' spell pattern in his hand began to flash.

“Damn humans, wasting my energy, even if I'm just a little broken, it's not something an adventurer like you can resist!” Archangel Terrill's voice turned sharp, he scolded.

As soon as Abel's 'Moving Moments' spell print appeared, it disappeared between the waves of Archangel Terrill's hand.

And then Archangel Terrill jumped on Abel, and Abel felt a tremor in his soul space, and he knew that his most important soul space had been invaded.

As soon as Archangel Terrill entered Abel's soul space, he heard a dragon chant with a strong sense of repression. Unfortunately, the dragon ranks higher but lower than Archangel Terrill.

Long Jin just gave the archangel Terrilton a little laugh and said, "Great, such a body, perfect body, this is my body! ”

Abel's mind was now completely in the soul space, and he was transformed into a giant dragon in the soul space, yelling at the archangel Terrill.

“Get out of my body!” He screamed.

“Young adventurer, I can see that you have experienced many adventures, but you will merge with me in the future, and I will give you eternal life!” Archangel Terrill's voice revealed pride, and he didn't seem to care about Abel's incarnate dragon.

“Despicable paradise, because your war with hell has left the whole world dead, and today you want to take my body and dream!” Abel roared.

His incarnate dragon rushes toward the archangel Terrill, and the dragon is like a giant mountain.

“You, treacherous sin!” Archangel Terrill pointed at Abel and said aloud, while a lightsaber appeared in his hand.

As Archangel Terrill uttered the word 'treason against heaven’, Abel's incarnated dragon paused inexorably in the air, he felt that he seemed to have been judged by some force in general.

The dragon's body twisted sharply twice to free itself from the power of judgment, only because the process took some time to let Archangel Terrill seize the opportunity and his lightsaber was severely cut into the dragon's body.

Abel felt the pain of a torn soul, and a giant wound appeared on the dragon's body.

His heart sinks, this soul space is his home, the power of the dragon can only be fully excited in the soul space, but now the dragon can't beat the archangel Terrill, he feels the crisis of survival.

At this time, his Druid soul was transformed into a giant oak tree in the soul space, but at this time, in the branches of the oak tree, there were many dead yellows.

The giant oak tree appeared behind the dragon, followed by a little green light from above the oak tree, and the wounds on the dragon healed quickly.

You know, this is a giant dragon that is naturalized in the soul, and the wound on its body is actually the damage to the soul.

“Haha, I am so bitter, this body is accompanied by a god budding, young adventurer, you have no idea what you have, why don't you give it all to me!” Archangel Terrill grinned.

Archangel Terrill was confident enough that even if he was just a wreck, a wreck cut from his true body by hell, trapped in a pointy stone and burned by lava for tens of thousands of years, his soul strength was still too high for Bieber's.

The gap between the two is not a point and a half, but an insurmountable one, and it is this gap that makes Archangel Terrill think of Abel as a lamb to be slaughtered.

Abel looked at the greedy eyes of Archangel Terrill and thought of his own means. The equipment was unnecessary and could not be brought into the soul space at all, as was the spell, which could not be used in the soul space.

Besides, I'm afraid it's hard to do any harm to Archangel Terrill, and looking a little closer to his archangel Terrill, Abel has no idea.

Only as Abel was about to despair, a broken crystal rock suddenly appeared from the depths of the soul space above the archangel Terrill.

“Stone of the world, how can you recognize the stone of the world?” Archangel Terrill looked incredibly at that broken stone of the world above his head and shouted.

How could Terrill, the stone archangel of the world, not know, be surprised to learn that the stone of the world should be in the hands of hell, because hell won the war with heaven in the dark, and how could it be in the hands of a human being?

The stones of the world, originally in heaven's hands, were contaminated by hell, and it was the archangel Terrill who used the holy sword to break the stones of the world.

The stone of the world, the most important artifact of the dark world, suppresses the power of hell and heaven, as does the power of mankind in the dark world.

And now, when the stones of the world appear above the head of Archangel Terrill, he feels the utmost repression.

Archangel Terrill is not a complete soul per se, just a little soul that is divided up in the battle against hell.

If it is a complete soul, it is clearly a fragmented stone of the world that cannot suppress him, but his soul is now only a fraction of what it was and is heavily traumatized by hell.

So the stone fragments of the world crushed the archangel Terrill like a giant mountain, and the arrogant archangel Terrill was only screaming constantly at the moment, and he didn't think he'd just come out of captivity and be repressed again.

“Stop, I can help you become a saint, stop!” Archangel Terrill shouted, he had only a part of his soul, so he did not inherit the full personality of the true archangel Terrill, and when in danger he hastily begged for forgiveness.

How could Abel have stopped and directly threatened his life's mighty existence? Had it not been for the stone fragments of the world, he would have probably lost his soul and become the archangel Terrill's body by now.

Under the stone fragments of the world, the cry of Archangel Terrill became smaller and smaller, and Abel transformed himself from the incarnation of a giant dragon, who saw the body of Archangel Terrill continually crushed by the stone fragments of the world.

Every time the stone fragments of the world are crushed, a portion of the grey shadow emanates from the shadow of Archangel Terrill.

And the grey shadow that dissipated made Abel's soul-made figure feel a hunger, and he couldn't help but pounce it up and suck the grey shadow out into his body.

A sense of comfort came from the soul. His soul's illusioned figure was growing. He had just taken two sips and the human body was a lap older.

Abel doesn't know what the grey shadow is, but he does know that it must be a great complement to the soul, that there are stone fragments of the world, and he doesn't believe in the action of the angel Terrill, the wretched soul.

As more and more grey shadows spread from the body of Archangel Terrill, he stopped screaming, his eyes stalled as if he had no intelligence.

The stone fragments of the world gave Abel a message that the alien energy that invaded the soul had been wiped out, and then the stones of the world flew up from the archangel Terrill and into the depths of the soul space again.

Terrill, the archangel who stayed in Abel's soul space, had become like a dead body, and after the stone fragments of the world had left, his body slowly collapsed inward, eventually forming a statue of a crystal angel.

Abel retreated from the soul space, opened his eyes, and a crystal angel statue appeared in his hand, exactly the one in the soul space.

He picked up the statue of the crystal angel, whose face he could not see clearly, but whose body was split from the wings behind him, and he did not know what it was, but felt an endless sense of holiness.

And because it was created in his soul space, he could clearly perceive that the crystal angel statue was closely related to him.

Now he doesn't know what this crystal angel statue does, but he does know that it's an extremely precious treasure, a true archangel, even if it's only part of an archangel's statue, whose importance is conceivable.

Put away the crystal angel statue, Abel weighs the pointy stone on the platform, and at the bottom of the pointy stone, he sees a map, which shows the chart from Rugauin to the Kuraster seaport.

Although this is just a nautical chart, which is of little use to a man without a ship, he is different, he has a contract for flying rides, and he is two, and if the flames rotate with Snow White, there is no further distance to worry about.

Abel's ability to activate the world's stone fragments and put this diagram into his brain, unknown who drew it here, left the space using the 'Town Transmission Scroll’.

PS: This chapter mentions the archangel Terrill, which is just a piece of the wreckage of the archangel Terrill, missing most of the emotional wreckage that belongs to the archangel Terrill, and being hacked into hell again, this is not the archangel Terrill itself, don't think of it as a real archangel Terrill!