Abe the Wizard

And Abel's other two Lv45 wizard prints turned into black spheres, and one of them was pitch-black, and if you look closely, you can still perceive the infinitely weaker rules.

In the dark world, his mind was particularly sensitive, and he quickly learned that it was not the weakness of those rules, but that the sphere represented a world, and that the shallow rules of his other two real worlds, as opposed to one, were truly described as infinitely weak.

He has three wizard prints, and now he's turned into a ball, but the meaning is the same.

In his estimation, starting at level 46, there is no longer a hierarchical gap, because hierarchies become meaningless for those who reach this level of strength.

The strong may need to run their own real world, and the dark world, although it does not have much intelligent life, has a 'higher elf' race and a 'tree of the world’, so the rank of the dark world in the real world should also be extremely powerful.

The other two spheres, he does not have the true power of the dark world as a manifestation of the real world. Although the rank exceeds forty-five, his strength still takes a long time to precipitate.

He stood up and perceived the change in strength, his spiritual strength increased to seventy kilometers and his strength more or less doubled.

It doesn't matter, because he leaves it to the body of an angel to do what he does with a sword, what he needs is to use magic.

The limitations of the human body make him unwilling to use the human body to fight the enemy in close proximity, because no matter how many times it is strengthened, the gap between the human body and the angelic body is enormous, whether it is defensive or physically aggressive.

Vitality was the weakness of the human body, and he believed that the best way to do that was to attack with long-range spells, with angelic bodies and no weaknesses in melee.

His figure flashed and came to the tree of Aniphus, where he could perceive the soul.

And the soul perceived him.

“Great Abel, I feel you're stronger!” Kane, the wise man, fluctuated in spiritual power, but was received directly into language by Abel.

“Yes, I broke through the shackles of the world!” Abel was the most comfortable person to talk to, so he didn't hide it, he just said it.

“You have become the god of this world, and you are the only god, if you have the ability, can you resurrect my old friends?” Kane, the wise man, did not ask him to resurrect himself, but to resurrect those old friends.

“Wait, I'm not familiar with my abilities yet, I need to look!” Abel smiled.

He fused with the dark world, he perceived everything in the world, and at the heart of the world, he saw a strange space, a space made entirely of crystals.

The space has the effect of isolating everything, whether spiritual or otherwise, from perceiving these crystals and everything inside them.

It is only when he becomes the true master of the world and breaks its shackles and gives him the highest authority in the world that this space can be discovered.

This space is not created in the main space, but in one of the many subspace layers.

This arrangement, coupled with the hiding of those crystals, is more hidden than the divine kingdom of the Spirit.

In this space, he sees a sleeping soul, a whole soul.

These souls all share the same characteristic, which is that they are extremely pure, and then he senses a deeper thought of the world, the original thought of the dark world, which is only made extremely weak by the erosion of hell.

Original thinking does not speak in language, but Abel is clear about why these souls are here.

All the souls in this space come from the heroes who fought for the Dark World, and every soul lived and contributed to the Dark World until death.

Original thinking can't save them, it can only protect their souls and not become the cultivation material of hell.

They struggle for the dark world, which protects their souls and awaits that unknown hope.

He stepped out into the space.

Looking at a sleeping soul, he knew perfectly well that those souls were recognized by the original thinking of the world, and if he revived them, going deeper into that thought would also help him take control of the dark world.

Most importantly, these are heroes, and now hell is gone, and these heroes should see this recovering world.

Abel chose one of the souls, and then his mind thought of reshaping the body of the soul, and just as he thought about it, the appearance of the soul appeared in his brain.

It was a young woman with long brown hair with a long bow and a strong face.

Just as he was trying to resurrect the young woman, he suddenly sensed what was needed for the next step, which seemed to come naturally to his mind, and with the integration of the world, some knowledge emerged automatically when needed.

He tapped the artifact space bag and flew out a hundred of the finest magic stones, which flew out of the artifact space bag and circled over the head of the young woman's soul, then the finest magic petrified into the soul for energy.

And that's when the whole world seemed to be cheering, in which a woman's body appeared, not just her body, but even the leather coat on her body, and the long bow in her left hand, the arrow in her right hand, just like Abel perceived in her soul.

The young brown-haired woman opened her eyes slowly, and as soon as she opened her eyes, her confused eyes became sharp, her long bow pulled apart and her eyes swept around her.

As you can see, this young brown-haired woman fought deep into her soul long ago, even after tens of thousands of years, and after her resurrection, the first thing was to fight anytime.

“The world is gone. I brought you back to life!” Abel looked at the arrow pointing at him and explained with a smile on his face.

“Resurrection?” The young brown-haired woman seemed sober and muttered to herself and went on to say, “I remember I was killed in battle, in a fortress between the Blood Wasteland and the Ice Land! ”

Abel didn't expect her to be so forthcoming in describing her death, and she felt familiar with the place she was describing.

“May I ask your name?” He asked out loud.

“I don't know how I came back to life, but I can tell you my name, I'm a Rogue, Flavi!” said Rog, named Flavi.

Abel finally knew where this familiarity came from, because Flavi's body was still found and buried by him, and when he found Flavi's body, he grabbed the bow in her hand until he died.

Only such a person will be recognized by the world, protected by the original mind and protected from hell.

“Flavi, my name is Abel, and I'm the owner of this world, and I'm taking you to meet someone, and when I do, you'll understand everything!” Abel knew what he was saying now, and Flavi wouldn't be sure if he was telling the truth, so he didn't want to explain much.

His hand swayed gently in the air, a portal appeared, and he made a token of his respect for the hero.

Even though the hero was not even a professional, she continued to carry out her mission.

Apparently, Flavi was frightened by Abel's means, and the souls around her were invisible, too strange, full of crystals, and she wanted to leave, and the countless battles she had been through told her that Abel was not the enemy.

She walked into the portal, and Abel did not use the portal, but arrived at the destination one step at a time.

This portal was opened especially for Flavi by Abel to allow her to reach the ‘tree of Enevers’.

“Mr. Kane, look who I brought!” Abel smiled and said to 'The Tree of Anevers’.

Kane, the wise man in the ‘tree of Ennivers', sensed Flavi's presence, and he swayed the branches with excitement.

Although Flavi was not a professional, how could he forget the heroic Rogue, the first guardian of Camp Rogue, who had wept for him when he died in the war?

Flavi looked at the 'tree of Ennivers’, unclear, so she could not perceive the soul of Kane, the wise man in the 'tree of Ennivers’.

“Blame me, I'll resurrect him!” Abel smiled and said to Flavi.

His hand shot the artifact space bag again, and a hundred of the finest magic stones flew out, circling over the 'tree of Enevers’, and then turned into energy into the soul of Kane the Wise.

Soon an elderly man dressed in a green and grey robe, some bald, with white hair all around his head, with a long cane in his hand, appeared beside the 'tree of Enevers’.

“Great Abel, I can finally see your greatness with my eyes!” Kane the Wise bowed down to Abel.

Despite the excitement in his eyes, the good upbringing suppressed his excitement and bowed respectfully to Abel, the master of the world.

“Mr. Kane, you don't blame me for not being the first to resurrect you, do you?” Abel looked at Kane, the wise man, and said.

Kane the Wise did not answer, because he understood Abel's thoughts and did not resurrect him first, but simply did not want his soul to be damaged by the possible failure of the first resurrection.

And when Flavi was first resurrected, he couldn't say that either.

“Lord Kane!” Strong Flavi finally confirmed that it was Kane, the wise man she knew, before whom she had been able to continue, and she burst out crying and knelt before Kane, the wise man.

“Son, it's all over, the world is welcoming a new benevolent master, he defeated hell, he created an unmatched world of peace!” Kane the Wise speaks in a way that exclaims.

“Great Abel, you can resurrect Lord Akala, Lord Cassia, Chassis, Varif, Ryan, Diana..." Flavi looked at Abel with tears, she said a name, her voice was getting smaller and smaller, and she seemed to know that she was asking too much.

It's just that the voices are small, but she keeps saying them, as if they were engraved in her soul, so that she can't stop.

Among them were the directors of Camp Loger, whom Abel knew, and those whom he did not know, presumably Loger, a female warrior who grew up with Flavi.

“I think I should be able to do it, but I need to go back to my world and fight now!” Abel smiled.

He can't stay here for long because he thinks he's still out there fighting.

Of course, he didn't delay long, because the time ratio between the dark world and the outside world was twenty to one.

“Great Abel, please be sure to come back early!” Flavi pleaded.

“Okay!” Abel nodded.

His response finally gave Flavi a smile on his face, and at this moment he saw the expression that a young woman should have had on Flavi's face.

“Mr. Kane, outside Camp Loger is my ‘Tree of the World' and lives in the 'High Elves' race, and I have informed them to accept you that your food can be obtained from them, and that you can impart some knowledge to the 'High Elves’ if you have the chance!” Abel bowed slightly to Kane the Wise.

“Obey your request, great Abel!” Kane the Wise did not refuse.

It's just that his eyes are gleaming with curiosity, the legendary race of ‘higher elves', born with powerful creatures, children of the Tree of Life, every identity stands for something extraordinary.

“Great Abel, why didn't you summon the High Elves to fight for you?” Kane, the wise man, thought of what Abel called a battle and couldn't help but worry.

Now that the good days are about to begin, he does not want Abel to be harmed, but affects the resurrection of his old friends and the resurrection of the Dark World.

So he used his knowledge to make recommendations, and that's the only thing he could do.

“The High Elves can go to war?” Abel couldn't help but think of the little body of the 'High Pokémon', who had never paid attention to the power of the 'High Pokémon' because in his eyes the 'High Pokémon' was still a fragile life that had just emerged from the fruit.

And in the dark world, there are no enemies to let the High Elves try.

Abel is even more unlikely to take the 'Super Elves' to fight Hell's creatures, so he never knew how powerful the 'Super Elves’ were.

“The great Abel, the ‘High Elves' are born immortal, they will not die of life, they are true spouses of the heavens and the earth!” Kane, the wise man, saw that Abel did not know, and went on to explain.

Abel couldn't help but listen. Origin is immortality, which means that origin is at least the existence of the demigod. How tough is that?