Abe the Wizard

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

In the Dark World’s Plain of despair, outside of the Pandemonium Fortress, an unbearable war of weeping sorrow sifted through the darkness.

Abel felt his heart tense. The more he stayed, the more he understood how the powerful professionals must have felt—no wonder this place was called the plain of despair.

There was no life–only countless weeping souls.

Black Wind’s legs were filled with black dusk, and it was not happy about it.

Not just Black Wind, but Abel’s other summons were also irritated by the dust. Even Flying Flame, who could fly, was still bothered by the dust dancing all around its wings.

Frankenstein Flashed towards 4 twitching corpses on a tree and chopped them in half with his spirit sword to free the weeping souls within.

Abel saw the 4 grey souls floating out and turn white. His heart was lifted for a moment.

The wars in the dark world were not normal. Many wondered how he could progress so quickly, and this nightmarish battle was what he had to go through.

If he didn’t get out of the Dark World every morning, Abel and his beasts might not even be able to maintain their passion for battle.

“Something’s wrong, be careful. We haven’t seen a a hell creature!” Abel pated Black Wind and lowered his voice.

According to his experience in the Dark World, he might soon run into a powerful hell creature.

Flying Flame quickly turned in the sky and gave a low roar.

“Doff, Frankenstein, enchant yourself!” Abel yelled.

Doff held up his ancient totem and did a battlecry. A golden beam shot up from its body, and the defense of his teammates immediately increased.

Meanwhile, a red light flashed on Frankenstein’s hands. It was the fire enchantment, and it increased the fire damage of his teammates.

Although Doff’s battle cry attracted a large amount of ash that covered Abel’s body, he couldn’t care anymore. The battles had already engulfed their body in rotten smells, so the only way to get rid of it was to start fighting.

He wrapped his power of the will around his beasts and flashed towards Flying Flame was.

Soon, he saw Flying Flame going against a blue monster. It looked like the perfect depiction of a demon with horns, wings, a strong body, sharp teeth, and sharp fingers.

It was a stereotypical demon from those ancient texts. The only thing different about it was its golden armor and golden blade.

The most shocking thing about it was that it didn’t have any scent of hell. Instead, it had a deep scent of evil.

Its body was wrapped in a layer of black smoke. Abel ignited his world stone ability, and he could clearly see that smoke was made entirely out of hatred.

Abel did not join the fight immediately. Flying Flame’s white fireballs kept it occupied for the moment.

Although the explosions left some scars on the demon, they were gone in almost no time, and Abel could clearly see that the black smoke assisted it.

The fireballs were useless, so Flying Flame began approaching the demon and flashed its waist with its claws.

In a sharp screech, a big wound opened on the demon. If it were in the Central Continent, a blow like this would be fatal.

However, all the demon did was scream, and it quickly recovered under the black smoke.

However, Abel soon noticed the black smoke had decreased afterward.

This demon didn’t seem like it could make any spell attacks, and it wasn’t, so even with the black smoke, it couldn’t do much damage.

“Get ready to fight!” Abel felt like he understood the demon and yelled.

11 spirit guardian knights flashed towards the demon. Although their attacks were still not powerful under the fire enchantment, it was enough to break the defense of most hell creatures.

Most importantly, they had undergone Abel’s training. With the support of the rank 29 skeleton support and summon resistance, as well as the Battlecry and battle mode enchantment from Doff, those knights had become Abel’s front line shield.

The lightning spear of Johnson and Jason also began to flash.

The loyal grey bear did not attack. Instead, It stood in front of Abel as his final shield.

Frankenstein cast a meteoroid towards the demon, and Doff Jumped forward.

It appeared above the demon in a flash and struck down heavily with its ancient totem.

With its control through the ‘club technique,’ it could focus all its might on the demon and not the spirit guardian knights.

Abel finally cast an aging spell, and the demon’s movement slowed down even more.

The frost round of attack sent the demon into agony and the black smoke quickly wrapped around it. When the black smoke scattered again, the demon had returned to its top condition.

“Weird!” Abel stopped his attacks and mumbled.

This demon was not weak, but it could only make physical attacks, so it almost couldn’t do anything against his summons with elemental attacks.

It was at least a dark gold level hell creature looking at its energy, but Abel couldn’t find any detail about it with his world stone, as though it was just a normal demon.

How could a normal demon recover so fast? Only a powerful demon could recover themselves with hatred like this,

Hated was extremely valuable to every hell creature. It was the energy of countless tortured souls.

Abel looked towards a blackened tree nearby and noticed a tiny bit of dark energy of hatred sifting out the 4 mangled dead bodies on it. Their weeping souls then flew towards the black smoke around the demon.

It seemed like all the hatred of this plain of despair was gathering around this demon.

Abel just couldn’t understand why, and he wondered what this demon was made out of.

The battle was getting boring because the demon was weak. Under the aging spell, it was almost helpless in its attack. The only irritating thing was the black smoke.

Abel stood by a side and replenished the aging spell from time to time.

From the rate at which the black smoke was decreasing, the battle should end in an hour.

After that, he would be able to examine what this demon was made out of.

“Luckily I have my supportive summons. Otherwise, this battle would last forever!” Abel sighed to himself as he watched the battle.

If his summons weren’t strong enough to keep up with the speed of those relentless black smoke, he was basically hopeless.

An hour went by, and only a thin layer of black smoke was left on the demon.

Doff roared and appeared above the demon once again struck down with the ancient totem.

Bang! Something shattered.

“Stop, step back!” Abel immediately lowered his voice.

The blue skin on the demon began to peel off after the strike, and each patch of skin began to glow in white.

Its golden armor dropped down, but Abel didn’t care. He had his eyes fixed on the demon’s transformation.

In the midst of the intense evil, waves of holy energy began to sift out.

“It’s the angel Izual!” Abel recognized the holy energy. It was the energy of angels.

Izual was once Tyrael’s lieutenant, but the enemy captured him after an ill-advised assault upon the Hellforge.

Izual surrendered to demonic corruption and revealed the secrets of the soulstones to the Prime Evils. Tyrael claimed that Izual was slain years ago, but his replacement has never emerged from the Crystal Arch.

Abel could already guess why Izual was here, and it explained why the energy of hatred kept rushing towards that demon to maintain his immortal body.

This was how hell put its power on display, just like the knights collecting their enemies’ weapons and storing them in their castle’s inventory.

Since hell captured Izual, they locked him up in the body of a demon with luxurious armor to show its uniqueness.

As a powerful warrior angel under the full command of hell, Izual’s existence gave Abel a hard time.

Although the Tyreal’s soul was still around, it was on its last breath. There was nothing it could do.

As Izual’s blue skin slowly peeled off, the screams of agony subsided. The scream was not coming from Izual himself, but the demon locking him up.

When all the blue skin was peeled off, Izual’s true form was exposed.

It was pure, and Abel got a strange feeling. It was almost like Izual was a soulless body.

Izual floated above ground without a single bit of emotion on his face. Just like a dead object.

A holy dead object. Finally, Abel caught a glimpse of an angel for the first time.