Abe the Wizard Chapter 1055 - Resurrecting a Fanatic Knight

Chapter 1055: Resurrecting a Fanatic Knight

Abel went back to the dark world during the night. He was not in a hurry to fight today. Instead, he went to the mana gathering circle and took out his priest bone card. It had been half a year since he last used it. By now, its opening was already gone. It was now available for use. He could now cast another “resurrection” if he wanted.
Since he didn’t have many options, he resurrected the corpse of the Mad knight. Inside his personal storage box, he chose the copse that was originally rank 22. It used to belong to a middle-aged man who was stabbed. Since he was already dead, he was placed inside the box for a while. Apart from having a slightly pale face, there wasn’t really a change to him physically.
Abel held the bone card in his hand as he generated the spell rune for “resurrection.” Following that, he converted the energy inside his druid soul into death qi, then guided it into the rune. He could feel the card sucking divine power out of him. Having some experience already, he guided the divine power from his crystal angel statue into the card. A dark golden light was emitted after that, which brightened the rune into dark gold.
Under his guidance, the divine power flew straight towards the corpse of the Mad knight.
“What?”
Unlike what happened when he did this to Wizard Malon, Abel didn’t see any spell runes on the corpse. Did the resurrection disappear? His mind was full of questions. He used to think that the Mad knights would be a massive inclusion to his new squad, but it seemed that he had to look elsewhere if he couldn’t figure out what was happening here. There was no spiritual qi light ring showing up, and the light just disappeared from the corpse.
After twitching for a bit, the Mad knight’s corpse stood up, and, not so surprisingly, Abel’s bone card cracked open again. He possessed the power of the spirits here. After observing for a while, he could see that the bone card was slowly being repaired. It wasn’t completely broken, so he felt quite reassured now. After placing the card inside the mana fathering circle, he could see that the damaged part was slowly recovering on its own. He wasn’t very confident, though. Just then, he could see that the spell rune was flashing again. It probably had to do with there being a problem with the rune.
He took out a regular sword and shield towards the Mad knight. The Mad knight caught the sword and shield, holding onto both of them with experienced posture.
Abel nodded his head in approval, “So you remember how to fight.”
It was a true skill to be able to wield a sword and shield. Effective training could bring out their maximum power, effectively turning them into an extension of one’s limbs. Having seen that the Mad knight was holding the weapons in his hands, Abel summoned Johnson and allowed it to continue with the defense.
Abel commanded the Mad knight, “Go attack Johnson.”
Since it did not possess a soul of its own, the Mad knight did not possess any life. It just kept on staring at Johnson lifelessly as it went forward and rushed towards them. Abel never thought it could deal any real damage to Johnson, and he was right to some extent. The regular sword it was wielding didn’t seem to be able to deal any real damage.
Clang Clang Clang.
The next streak of attacks was fierce, especially when it contained the aura of the knight. The Mad knight didn’t seem any more powerful than anything he’s seen, but in terms of raw skill and physique, he was stronger than any knights he’s seen. He was still quite disappointed, though. The knight was powerful, but it took him half of a year to, what? This one didn’t possess any abilities that a sacred knight should. It’s the same body but without the soul. If the resurrection spell actually worked. It should retain some spell abilities, but the Mad knight in front of him could not cast any spiritual qi or any combat spells.
Abel wasn’t sure now, “Do I add a soul to it, then?”
He thought about adding a soul potion. He had more than he needed to store, anyways. He tried to pour some, and only after the tenth bottle was a trace of a spirit actually generated. It was not enough, but the newborn life did become quite lively when it sensed Abel as its master. It quickly went ahead and signed a spiritual contract. There was no hesitation whatsoever, which showed how pure this spirit was.
There was a pure white crystal body, almost the same as a wizard’s rune. The newborn spirit shook as it tried to absorb this crystal body. It’s almost like the act of eating was too much for it to do. Of course, Abel was not going to let the spirit disappear like that. Even if the contracted creature were to die here, there would still be a portion of his contract space being taken. That was unless he transferred the spirit towards someone else, like what he did with White Snow to Loraine. He couldn’t do that if the summoned creature died, however. If the newborn spirit were to die here, that would permanently take up space inside the contract space. That was if there wasn’t anything being done.
Even if the Mad knight did not possess any spiritual qi ring or combat spells, Abel did not want it to disappear. That was why he took out the spiritual potion and started feeding as much of it as he could. Slowly and steadily, the spirit did what it could to slowly gulp down the crystal body. Finally, after using up the 100th bottle, the spirit successfully absorbed the crystal body. A powerful essence rose out of the Mad knight. Abel could see that the stats showed that it was once a rank 22, showing that he was resurrecting a rank 22 Mad knight.
He thought to himself curiously, “But is this a Mad knight, really? He can’t use any spiritual qi or combat spells, so isn’t he just a knight?”
At the same time, he was sure that the Mad knight did not receive any spells. All that he possessed was the physical attacking ability of a Mad knight. He couldn’t understand why that was the case. The all-powerful resurrection spell resurrected a body with the power of Rule. All previous skills should be retained if the procedure was done correctly. Even if the spells were not used as often, the spells that were used daily should be kept.
Abel thought to himself, “So the spells did not belong to the Mad knights?”
But he could feel through the pathway that the worshippers were doing everything they could to learn the sacred knight spells. The spells should be learned through practice. That was when he realized one possibility. Any young man of the Nation of God needed confirmation from the spirit to become sacred knights themselves. It seemed as though there was a maximum threshold to how many could become a sacred knight each year. It was kind of why he could gather his own followers in the first place.
Now, since the Mad knights did not worship any demons from beyond, they couldn’t conjure any spells. That was why Abel couldn’t use any himself either, actually. He believed that learning the skills of a sacred knight was the ultimate goal of extending his journey through training as a knight, but from what he was looking at, it just didn’t seem practical if he, what, tried to start worshipping the demons from beyond now? He was starting to understand why the central continent would ban all knight-related classes now. They had to do everything they could to prevent anyone from trying to excel in their chivalry because eventually, someone had to worship the demons from beyond if they wanted to be better as knights. That was simply unacceptable by the tenets of the Wizard Union, as they couldn’t allow anyone who could match their prowess to exist.
By this time, Abel could see that the life force of the Mad knight in front of him was starting to drain out. Once it possessed a soul of its own, the body should be free from the restraining of the bone card. It would regain its life force, so to speak. There was a problem with that, though. Since the heart was damaged, the Mad knight would be back on the brink of death even came back.
Without waiting for a response, the druid spirit used a whole bottle of the full recovery potion. Under the flash of purple light, the Mad knight’s life force was reverted to its peak state. The heart wound was gone within an instance.
“I almost forgot!” Abel couldn’t help but let out a long sigh. If the druid spirit wasn’t focusing on all the contract beast and the summon creatures, the rank 22 Mad knights would’ve died to the heart wound again. He would’ve had to wait another six months if that happened.
As he tried to think with a clearer head, he looked towards the Mad knight and tried to think of a way to regain its power. He thought back to his worshippers at the Nation of God. None of his 2000 worshippers paid any tribute to the demons from beyond, but they still managed to receive permission to become sacred knights because of him. With that in mind, he looked forward towards the Mad knights in front of him. If he were to allow the Mad knight to worship him, maybe he would have the power to permit it to learn the spells of a sacred knight. It sounded complicated, but the sacred knight was technically seeing him as its parent, so it wouldn’t be so hard to start telling it that he was actually supposed to be its divine master.
Abel unleashed the “crystal angel statue” that was between his eyes. A crystal body appeared between his brows, which emitted a pure white light.
“Praise me, my child!” he sent a commandment over to the Mad knight in a god-like voice. It was a soothing and tempting voice. He needed all the special effects he could get to mold the mind of the mad knight into the shape that he desired. It’s much more efficient than explaining to it what worship was, he figured.