Abe the Wizard

The city of Harrogas, a city built on high mountains, is made of local materials and is made of giant mountain stones, each of which is extremely rough.

Abel stood on the highest platform in the city of Harrogas, and his spiritual strength swept around.

Though it had long been known that there could be no living life here, he sighed with disappointment after a mental power scan.

The fact that no human figure has been found in this last city of humanity is but one thing: the entire dark world is truly devoid of humankind, and the life of this world is extinct.

Apart from Hell's creatures, the world is no longer alive.

If these cities weren't built, they would have been protected by rules, and it is estimated that what Abel is seeing now is ruins.

He walked into the room next to him, which was an alchemy room, and all kinds of alchemy tools were left on the table, and there were some ready-made medicines in the walls' cabinets.

These drugs he didn't put away, and now he's no longer the poor kid who snatched them into a space bag at first sight, and he's ready to make a lot of them.

But the ‘super therapeutic' and ‘super potion' here still attracted his attention, and his mind moved, indicating that the owner of this alchemy was able to refine the finest therapeutic and potion agents in the dark world.

He searched in the alchemy room and quickly found the books he needed in a box, two top-of-the-line treatments and a refining method for magic agents.

Open the book, look at the formula, just add a few more herbs that are not common in the dark world, and the quality of the medicine will be greatly improved.

But he has his own field, and with just a few herbs, he can cultivate endless herbs.

In fact, if it weren't for the repression of Hell in that year, the drugs in the dark world wouldn't have been so nervous, and where the herbal materials could have grown, there would have been hell creatures, so how could the production of drugs have been increased?

Abel walked out of the alchemy room, and he walked down the steps, but he saw the transfer station, which is now long lost due to the depletion of energy.

He placed two top-level magic stones for the transfer station, which was reactivated after tens of thousands of years.

His mental power was connected to the transfer station, which he tied to the previous ones, after which he could use the transfer station to get there directly.

He was really relieved when he saw the familiar list of geographical names in the transfer station.

If the portal disappears one day, he can also use the portal station to get here, knowing that even if he stands in Harrogas City, he doesn't know exactly where Harrogas City is in the dark world.

He checked again in Harrogas City, found a blacksmith shop, and found the only way out of town, but today he's not going to fight Hell's Creatures again.

His most important thing today is meditation practice, because today he triumphed over the Dark God of Destruction, gained a Song of Life, and this Song of Life is more numerous than all three previous Souls.

Instead of staying in Harrogas City, he returned to the familiar Rogue camp, where he was practicing meditation.

This time he didn't have to wait until dark to wait for a fixed training time every night, because his meditation interval had already exceeded 24 hours due to the previous battle.

For this meditation exercise, he was well prepared, sitting in a large gathering magic array surrounded by a thousand fine 'light stones’.

These are just preparations, and he has the soul of the Druid, ready to extract more resources from the artifact space bag.

After a long breath, he emptied his mind and nearly a hundred years of meditation experience made him quickly throw everything he thought away, leaving only meditation.

Just at the beginning of meditation, the song "Song of Life" was sounded again in his soul, which was the real gift of gratitude that those souls had given him.

As the ‘Song of Life' sounds in his soul, the magic in Camp Rogue seems to have been attracted immensely towards his massive gathering magic array.

And further afield, due to the sudden convergence of magic, the magic of those places replenished this way, and for a moment magic seemed to trigger a magical tide.

Abel in the Great Gathering Magic Array was like a sponge absorbing the magic flowing towards him, which, under the strange power of the Song of Life, automatically transformed into the purest of magic as soon as it entered his body.

At the same time, Song of Life is accelerating the generation of his three rules, which would have required him to accumulate the power of the rules, but which are constantly increasing in a strange state.

He is already a Level 23 Rule Wizard, and the magic needed to upgrade from Level 23 Rule Wizard to Full is astonishing, a process that will take almost hundreds of years to complete on the Central Continent.

Instead, he felt the power of both magic and rules, as if they were forcibly packed into his body, so fast that his body had an unacceptable feeling.

You know, although he is a wizard, his body must not be weak, and his health is not much different than that of any fanatical knight.

But this physical condition is still the pain of being oppressed by the influx of magic, but he is fearless, and whenever there is any damage to his body, he will recover with a 'full revitalizer'.

The magic of the outside world is like a mad influx, the original magic tide is more like a tsunami at this time, and magic can have unintended consequences at any time due to too fast flow rate.

Fortunately, in the dark world, magic has not been absorbed for tens of thousands of years, making it extremely concentrated and providing him with enough magic in a short time.

If you put it on the central continent, it is estimated that it is the opening of the large convergence magic array, but just a moment later, it will leave the large convergence magic array powerless and unable to absorb any magic at all.

However, due to the rapid movement of magic, disasters caused by magic can occur at any time.

In the bloody wasteland, the oak sensed Abel's condition, and an order was passed on to all the 'High Elves’.

Led by Elder Locke the 'High Elf', more than a thousand 'High Elves’ flew to the sky, they were sons of nature and their natural ability allowed them to manipulate all elements.

Nature's magic was so close to their relationship that more than a thousand 'high elves’ were releasing their breath, the fierce magic had begun to soothe, and the movement of magic had begun to be orderly.

Abel did not know that he only knew that he was gaining strength in his body at a terrible rate.

In less than twenty minutes, his body was filled, two more wizard prints than any other rule, that is, twice as much power as any other rule wizard needed, when it was filled in twenty minutes.

Of course he doesn't know, in the sky, a thousand ‘High Elves’ for his constant guiding magic.

Without the magical guidance of the High Elf, Level 23 Rule Wizard would never have reached the full energy he needed so quickly.

At the same time, a thousand high-end 'light stones’ around him were consumed, and without his knowledge, Druid's soul was constantly removing the high-end 'light stones’.

Abel also knew at that time that he needed to expedite his promotion.

He was even happier because he confirmed that there was no bottleneck in his promotion, because the creation of this promotion did not consume the energy of the Song of Life.

His unprecedented speed took only one minute to complete the work of drawing three Level 24 rule wizards, a speed that no rule wizard could possibly achieve throughout the history of the Central Continent.

He also relied on the bonuses of his spiritual abilities in Camp Rogue to do this.

If it wasn't because meditation time was fixed, he wanted to use the Song of Life as much as possible to improve his strength, and he wouldn't know he could do it so quickly.

Crazy energy poured in and started again, and the 'High Elves’ in the sky got busy again.

Druid's soul is also constantly removing the 'Optical Stone’ from the artifact space bag, starting with the advanced 'Optical Stone’. Soon all the advanced ‘Optical Stone' has been consumed. Druid's soul begins to stop asking about the 'Optical Stone’ level, as long as the 'Optical Stone’ has been removed.

Some of the top ‘optical stones’ that he has been reluctant to use were similarly removed and consumed.

The speed at which the magic gathers seems to be a little off, Elder Locke waves his hand, and 500 'Super Pokémon’ fly to farther altitude and begin to help the magic gather faster.

Not much has been done because of the help of 'high elves' and oak trees in Camp Rogue, but in the ocean adjacent to Camp Rogue, the waves beat violently with the wind caused by the rapid movement of magic.

In the unseen ocean, the waves reach dozens of meters, almost doomsday.

The culprit of all this is still meditating, and his strength is constantly rising, and decades, centuries of accumulated time, to compress into just one hour, one can imagine how much energy is needed.

By the time it was forty minutes of meditation, Druid's soul was no longer able to remove the 'Optical Stone’ from his artifact space bag, and then the top magic stones were also removed by Druid's soul.

When the Druid Son soul has no control over Abel's intelligence, it relies on instinct to move.

But this instinct really helped Abel, and in fact, whatever energy it is, under the influence of Song of Life, it becomes the energy that Abel needs.

Abel, who is meditating, suddenly senses the acceleration of the influx of energy, and a great deal of energy directly supports his body through the lacerations, with a passage of blood on his skin that leads straight to his inner abdomen.

These wounds were automatically healed when Druid's soul had not used the 'full revitalizer'.

"Song of Life" is still singing, in this state, Abel's body is almost immortal, just this point of energy support, how much influence can it have?

At this time, he was in pain and happy, his body was torn apart and then healed quickly, and the power of his body's powers and rules was increasing wildly.

He was like a piece of iron on an anvil, beaten constantly under an iron hammer of energy.

Time goes by, and his three Level 24 Rule Wizard prints are about to be filled.

Next to him, a top magic stone sufficient to allow the powerful of the Central Continent to be removed and then directly transformed into pure energy into his body in the strange Song of Life.

The top-level magic stones were then removed and weirdly turned into debris that fell to the floor, each of which was enough to blow up a city building, and were sucked out of energy right next to Abel.

Almost an hour later, the energy continued to push into his body, and he had the illusion that three Level 24 rules, the Wizard's Graphics, would not explode in his soul.

When the last second had passed, the sound of the Song of Life became a twisted echo, circling in his soul, and the energy around him had returned to calm.

The ‘Higher Elves' in the sky are full of tired colors, but they have become more worshippers of their gods, allowing their entire family to assemble their energy, which is actually absorbed by their gods.

If the 'High Pokémon' beliefs were any higher, they would definitely have raised their beliefs again because of this, but the 'High Pokémon' beliefs had already reached the highest level of the theory.

Abel stood up with his eyes open from meditation, and he had just seen pieces of crystal scattered around him, wondering what had happened, but suddenly sat down again.

Because the spirit of promotion rose again in his body, he filled his three Level 24 Rule Wizard drawings again in the just now 'Song of Life', bringing him to full status.

So he just ended his meditation and felt the spirit of promotion again.

This time he did not accelerate the completion of his promotion. The speedy painting of the wizard was also helpless in exceptional circumstances. He began his promotion in order to stabilize, or in the safest and safest way possible.

From three twenty-four rule wizards to three sets of energy containing the power and spiritual power of the rule, to three twenty-five rule wizards, in a short time, Abel became the peak of the rule wizard, the twenty-fifth rule wizard, from a rule wizard who had just entered the twenty-third level.

In addition to continuing the accumulation of power and rules, Level 25 rule wizards need to start preparing their bodies for quantification.

Twenty-five levels in the Central Continent can already be considered an extremely important foundation in any organization, because if he reaches the twenty-fifth level, then he has the potential of being a legend that can fly to become truly powerful in the Central Continent and begin to take control of his own destiny.