Abe the Wizard

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

Izual had no armor, no cloak, no hood. He was a true angel floating in front of Abel. His body was translucent and had glowing wings.

Abel couldn’t sense any soul energy from Izual, but he was sure that Izual still had his soul, and it was right in front of him.

Under the analysis of his world stone, Izual was made entirely out of energy. He wondered if all angels were like that.

Izual was an angel of bad luck. His soul had been corroded by hatred, and his body was locked up by a demon ever since he was captured by hell.

However, when hell finally won the war and left the Dark World, it took care of this last living angel by taking away his sentience.

Izual’s soul was frail, and he lost the support team of angels. Therefore, after tens of thousands of years of corrosion, every single bit of sentience in Izual’s soul was destroyed.

What was floating in front of Abel was the dead shell of an angel, without any ability to do autonomous thinking.

However, if Abel left Izual like this, his sentience might regrow from his soul, but Abel didn’t want that. The Dark World was his private space. He didn’t want a powerful angel to co-exist with him.

“Do i have to kill Izual?” Abel thought to himself, but how could he kill a defenseless angel?

This might be the only time in his life he could get the body of an angel.

Then, he would be able to resurrect it through the holy bone card.

But he wasn’t sure if Izual would retain its body after Abel killed him. He might just end up with nothing.

“Whatever, I’ll just bring it back to my territories first!” The territories Abel was talking about were the 3 areas his world stone could unleash its god-like power.

He carefully wrapped Izual in his power of the will and led it forward.

He had to be extra careful. Izual had lost his intelligence and the demon as a shield. He could not move or think by himself, so he could only rely on Abel.

Abel picked up the golden armor on the ground with telekinesis and stared it in his holy portal bag. He didn’t examine what armor it was. Instead, he immediately ignited a portal door with a scroll of town portal and returned to the Pandemonium Fortress with Izual.

When they arrived, Abel looked back at Izual, wrapped in his power of the will. He let out a breath of relief and stepped on a short distance teleportation circle. Soon, they appeared in the Rogue Encampment.

Abel felt confident as soon as he arrived. Everything was close to him. As soon as a problem occurred, he could use the energy of god to suppress it.

Even if he couldn’t, he had the Oak Tree as a backup.

But looking at the defenseless Izual, Abel wasn’t too worried.

At first, he wanted to see if an ancient spell such as the mount enchantment could help him sign a contract with Izual, but he realized it was useless on all-powerful beings when he cast the spell.

Maybe even the ancient, powerful figure who invented the mount enchantment was not expecting someone to contract an angel with his spell.

The green glow of the mount enchantment stayed around Izual, and there was no way for it to penetrate.

“Too bad!” Abel mumbled.

He was very excited to get a powerful angel under his contract. How could he not be!

“Is there another way?” Abel helplessly looked at Izual. A great opportunity was right in front of him. Was he going to let it slide?

Just look at those graceful wings glowing a hazy white light, that holy body, that ability to float naturally. Izual was basically holiness on display.

Abel finally unleashed his crystal angel statue with his world stone, and a white beam shoots out from his forehead like a third eye.

The crystal angel statue was made out of the scattered soul of an angel, and he wanted to see if it would affect Izual.

However, the unexpected happened. Izual turned into a flash of white light and flew into the crystal angel statue on his forehead.

Abel quickly turned his power of the will inward and saw Izual bowing in front of the crystal angel statue, just like the souls of the 10 mad knights.

Izual was a fallen angel, and he has lost his place in heaven. However, the crystal angel statue had a powerful ability to repair souls.

Normally a fallen angel without sentience would not be taken back by the crystal angel statue, but Izual’s soul was loyal to heaven more than anything. Even without sentience, nothing was stopping their bond.

Therefore, it was taken in by the crystal angel statue without any resistance.

Abel sensed Izual becoming his follower, an extremely loyal one. The faith he generated was even more than the 10 mad knights combined.

At that moment, the soul of Izual was nourishing new sentience, one with extreme loyalty to Abel. The crystal angel statue only acted as a guide in this process. Most of the work was pushed by the Izual’s instinct.

Abel wanted to see if he could move the energy of Izual, but despite his loyalty to Abel, he could not leave the crystal angel statue at the moment.

Its only role was to generate faith for the crystal angel statue. Although it was vast, it still undermined what an angel could do to Abel.

“Can I grant Izual to someone?” An idea suddenly struck Abel, but he quickly discarded it.

Izual was not like the soul of those mad knights. It had a body made out of energy, so he wasn’t sure if it would work at all.

His knowledge of the crystal angel statue was also still on the surface level, and it would only grow as he gets more powerful.

At first, he was excited to see the power of an angel but would not have guessed in a thousand years that Izual would be stuck to the crystal angel statue after it was taken in.

Still, he had a powerful angel on his side. Even if it couldn’t exist under a contract, being a follower was a closer bond.

Especially since he sensed the immense loyalty in Izual’s soul, a kind of soul-bound loyalty.

Abel then looked towards the Oak Tree. The elite elves have already cultivated hundreds of water spirit fruit trees, and the herb garden has increased from 50 squares to 60 squares.

There were already 500 elite elves around, and this increase in number could allow them to better manage the land.

“The great creator, thank you for creating us and giving us your all!” an elite elf bowed and sung with the graceful language of the elite elves.

It was not the first time Abel saw an elite elf bow in gratitude like this, but he couldn’t reject it. It was almost like an instinct inherited from the tree of life.

Since the tree of life and their existence originated from Abel, they had declared Abel as their god.

These prayers from the elite elves were not useless to Abel, but he could only sense it in the Rogue Encampment.

Just like how the prayers from the ancient totem were changing the body of Doff, Abel sensed power being absorbed by his body each time he heard the prayer of an elite elf.

At the same time, he realized not all faith was the same.

The faith he stole from the Holy Kingdom through the crystal angel statue did not do much to his body, but those from the elite elves were directly absorbed.

After all, Abel was not a real god with the capacity to take in faith like the crystal angel statue.

If he was lazy, he could just sit under the Oak Tree every day and wait for those prayers from the elite elves to strengthen his body.

However, he didn’t want to wait. If he wanted, he could always go into a hundred years’ sleep like a normal giant dragon and strengthen his blue dragon ability.

Abel was obsessed with speed. After all, his journey in the Continents had not even taken him 20 years.

He just couldn’t tolerate sleeping for hundreds of years. If he continued like this, he would soon become a young dragon anyway.

He could even become a thousand years old dragon through his dragon transformation, but still, Abel was more ambitious.

He needed to reach his peak in a hundred years before the demon from beyond awakes. This way, he could protect everyone he loved and everything he cared about.

They were what kept him motivated. What kept him coming back to the Dark World despite the loneliness and the crazy battles.

Abel took a seat beside the Oak Tree, and the elite elves began to work again.

He took out the golden armor he got. It was sacred armor.

He ignited the world stone, and he saw the name of this armor. It was the most ironic name considering Izual wore it.

Tyrael’s might armor

Defense: 1502

Required Level: 84

Required Strength: None

+120-150% Enhanced Defense 
+50-100% Damage To Demons 
+20% Faster Run/Walk
+20-30 To Strength 
All Resistance +20-30 
Cannot Be Frozen 
Requirements -100%
Slain Monsters Rest in Peace
Indestructible

A dark gold gear of this rank was definitely hell mocking heaven. Especially considering its name and that eye-catching golden layer.