Abe the Wizard Chapter 1073 - Return

Chapter 1073: Return

“Master, the Wizard Union’s Wizard Hume and Wizard Clemens has news for you. The Lightning Clan’s Wizard Hal has news for you!” It had been days since Abel left, and he immediately heard the research spirit as soon as he jumped off his battle fort.
“Research spirit, tell me about it!” Abel commanded.
Soon, the research spirit transferred the messages, and they were all about the same thing; the crazy heart valley was attacked.
The Holy Kingdom has learned its lesson after so many attacks. They sent out 10 mad knights, but this time they did not shut down the teleportation circle and directly utilized the advantage knights had over priests to invade the temple of the crazy heart valley.
The crystal skull in the temple was stolen. According to the wizard union’s analysis, this had increased the power of the demon from beyond by 10%
Considering its strength, that 10% was definitely a lot.
The wizard union was unhappy. They already told the Crazy Heart to increase their defense, but the Holy Kingdom still found its way in.
This not only affected the priests but the orcs, the wizard union, and the entire world as well.
The more powerful the demon from beyond, the more damage the wizard union would take.
Abel felt a little odd as he looked at the report. If the power of the demon from beyond could increase with a crystal skull, did that mean the demon from beyond would lose its power after Abel stole its holy armor?
That thing was the demon from beyond’s armor back in the day. It was one of its most important holy objects.
Suddenly he remembered that golden holy armor still had not recognized him as an owner. It could be taken back by the demon from beyond at any time.
He returned to his metal fort and checked how the ancient totem was doing. To his surprise, not many lite healing potions in the portal were actually used. Maybe he had overestimated his time away.
He summoned Doff the Beamon again, and it held the ancient totem in its hand. That thing could increase the body of Doff. Even if it was slow, the effect could add up.
Afterward, Abel left Doff on the platform as he teleported to the Dark World.
He arrived at the Rogue Encampment and took out the Holy armor from his personal storage box.
He hesitated for a moment. He was about to face the will of a god, so he needed to be well prepared.
He flashed towards the oak tree in Blood Moor. The elite elves around were beginning to mature, and they all bowed when they saw Abel.
There was now a hint of civilization in Blood Moor. Although it was still in its beginning stages, it could slowly develop.
Loka was one of the first generations of elite elves, thus he became a headmaster. He bowed as he flew towards Abel. “Our mighty god, we need your help!”
“Loka, please speak up!” Abel unleashed his power of god, and his voice emerged from the sky.
He wanted to keep himself mysterious. He read many books about gods in the Central Continent. He knew a level of fear was needed to strengthen faith, so he needed to keep his distance.
Still, he could be a kind-hearted god.
“Out mighty god, we need materials to build a temple for you!” Headmaster Loka stood still in mid-air and said.
Abel suddenly realized the elite elves already had a developed knowledge system, but they were still living on the oak tree.
They need resources–all kinds of resources.
Abel was about to take out more than enough resources for Headmaster Loka to build a temple as well as other facilities, but he hesitated.
He wasn’t going to give them anything unsuitable. After all, he had many things in his holy portal bag, and he had stolen the materials for 10 temples from the Lance Continent.
The elite elves of the Central Continent died because of their spoiled luxuries, according to the legends.
Although he couldn’t confirm those legends due to how poorly documented they were, he was still mindful of the potential risk of giving them too many luxuries.
If the elite elves knew what Abel was thinking, they would definitely feel awkward.
They didn’t even have the resources to start a civilization, and their god was already worrying about them having too much.
Abel took out a set of temple materials from his holy portal bag and put it to the side.
They were gathered from the Holy light Kingdom, so they were not luxurious at all. Besides the ordinary wood and stones, Abel had almost taken everything with him. Although stones and wood were not uncommon in Blood Moor, Abel has commanded the elite elves not to damage the environment.
Every tree around had tens of thousands of years of history. Once Abel was powerful enough, he could summon them into tree men. The tree men in the valley had taken down countless holy knights like they were nothing.
Therefore, Abel cared a lot about those old trees, and he could find more common alternatives for construction in the Central Continent.
He had some special wood from the elves and white James in his Holy portal bag, which was perfect.
Although they were still a little luxurious, he made an exception since he was about to the first temple dedicated to him.
With white jades as stones and special wood as the interior support, it was enough for Headmaster Loka to build a temple.
However, it was just enough. Nothing more.
The elite elves flew towards him and carried away the materials in excitement. Abel arrived next to the Oak Tree.
He placed the golden holy armor in front of him and took a few breaths to calm himself down. He then reached his power of will towards the holy armor.
He sensed that scary golden power of will again when his power of will arrived at the owner circle. Even though Abel had his support, he didn’t dare to get too close.
He felt like his power of will was like a little flame in front of a fire pit. It would be swallowed if he got too close.
“I want it to move!” he ignited his world stone and unleashed the crystal angel statue’s energy of god as he mumbled a spell.
The golden power of will began to flicker as he spoke. Soon, he sensed it began to shrink.
He would have used up all the energy in the crystal angel statue in an instant to do something like this in the past, but with the soul of 15,000 holy knights and a super preacher like Izual, his power reached a new level.
Of course, he still couldn’t directly destroy the golden power of will this way. He wouldn’t stand a chance if the golden power of will struck back.
All it could do was drive the golden power of will away so he could approach the owner circle.
However, this golden power of will seems to be stuck on the spot, and what Abel was doing only damaged it.
Abel kept the spell going for a day, and the golden power of will continued to shrink.
Each time, the golden power of will would discharge a little golden energy, and Abel’s power of will absorbed it.
The golden power of will had shrunk by half. Just when he thought he was in for another day, the golden power of will suddenly moved away, and the armor recognized him as the new owner.
Things did not end there. The remaining golden power of will flew out of the golden armor and formed into a golden angel.
“Who are you?’ Why are you stealing my holy object!” The golden angel said in a loud, crisp voice.
All of a sudden, the world began to shake. Luckily Abel was a god in this place. Even though he was not a powerful one, he was still able to withstand the shaking.
Still, he sensed his muscles and bone getting numb, so you could just imagine how scary that golden angel was.
This holy armor could ignite the ability of a holy knight because it had the power of will of the Demon from beyond inside it. And that little bit of power of will carried with it the consciousness of the demon from beyond.
Although this little bit of consciousness was normally asleep, it could instinctively answer prayers and systematically regulate the number of holy knights.
However, if the holy armor was being threatened, that little bit of consciousness would wake up and attack.
Abel didn’t know this, but luckily he sensed a threat and came to the Oak Tree for backup.
“Forbid!” Abel wouldn’t let the golden angel strike first, so he immediately cast a holy spell.
Immediately, some golden strands emerged around the golden angel and wrapped around it.
The golden angel quickly used its hands. They flashed, shining like sharp blades, and effortlessly sliced the golden stands on it.
With another flash, the golden angel appeared beside Abel and struck down.
The World Stone’s ability came in handy again. With a gentle twist, Abel dodged the strike.
“Oak tree, help!” He then ignited his soul speaker ability and pressed his hand on the oak tree.
The crystal angel statue continued to attack, but a green dome suddenly appeared and wrapped around it as well.
Of course, there was no way the golden angel would let it do so. It immediately sliced out a hole in it, but it was the territory of the Oak tree. As soon as a hole opened, more green energy would rush in and replenish it.
Abel had no idea what to do.
He was facing group energy formed by a power of will. It had no physical body for him to attack.
Suddenly, he thought of the Black Spirit he just got. Although the golden angel was occupied by the oak tree, it could still sustain itself for some time with the Holy armor.
As for the oak tree, it was still too young compared to an actual tree of life. Abel was worried if using too much energy would affect its development.
He took out the black spirit from his holy portal bag and reached his power of will into it for ignition. All of a sudden, the gold angel was surrounded by black fog.
Since the oak tree was soul-bound with Abel, the black spirit did not attack the green energy.
The golden angel was made entirely out of power of will, which was the best food for the black spirit.
The top-level gems beside the Black spirit began to drain like crazy, and the scenery was scary.
The oak tree also did not stop as it locked the golden angel up with its green energy.
Abel saw the top-level gems being drained one by one, and the gold on the holy armor began to dim. It was almost like a battle of burning energy.
Abel then took out a little mountain of top-level gems without thinking, which almost made the golden angel’s jaw drop.