Abe the Wizard

Chapter 1066: Experiment

To Preacher Ford's surprise, his 10 holy knights suddenly got on their knees and bowed to the elf, their heads touching the cold metal ground.

He knew what this gesture meant as a preacher, but he couldn't comprehend why his knights were bowing not to a god but an elf.

Could this elf be a god? But even another god could not make his faithful knight change their faith.

As far as he knew, his knight would rather die than do so.

"Demon, he is a demon, wake up!" Preacher Ford yelled as he pointed at Abel.

The knights did not budge. As though he hadn't spoken, they began to pray.

"Demon?" Abel was caught off guard. He then laughed "if I'm a demon, then who is your god?"

The demon from beyond's followers called him a demon. It was the biggest joke he ever heard.

"Demon, you can kill me but you can never disrespect my lord!" Preacher Ford yelled despite the horror he was going through.

Abel couldn't care less. The life and death of those holy knights were meaningless to him.

Still, this was only possible since the knights were within his power of the will range. He was not a real god after all. He could only do what he did with the crystal angel statue.

But if he really wanted them dead, he could always feed them poison.

It was not as convenient as killing someone by thought. He could also strip the knights from their ability. Retrieve their souls, and make them fight for him.

However, considering his current status, those weak holy knights were basically nothing.

"It's too bad. The faith of the preacher is not stable. I can't control him!" Abel shook his head and thought to himself.

Instead, he was even more curious towards the holy armor, a holy object he could intrude.

For something like that Holy portal bag he got who recognized him as an owner, even the demon from beyond could not use it.

Abel wasn't sure about it, but he thought there were levels to holy objects.

The transformation necklace, for example. It was a holy object, but the goddess of the moon made it as a little toy.

Normal gods would not care about things like that.

As for something like the holy portal bag, it was something the gods made for personal use. If Abel hadn't used the holy energy of his crystal angel statue to break the low-level magic circle of the bag, the demon from beyond would be able to retrieve it once it reawakened.

Holy objects like that were far superior.

Abel wouldn't bother if the holy armor belonged to another god, but since it was by the demon from beyond, Abel was confident he could make it his own.

Abel got the thoughts out of his mind and looked at the 10 knights in front of him with a cold smile.

He lifted his hand in mid-air and grabbed their souls.

It was not a big gesture, but he was using the energy of god.

Click* their souls immediately flew into Abel's body. Izual in the crystal angel statue stopped his prayer and then guided the souls towards the crystal angel statue with a wave.

10 extra souls began to kneel and pray like the others.

"Those weaklings can't even control their souls. I definitely can't end up like them!"

Abel saw the souls of Holy knights countless times, but it was the first time he saw their bodies still kneeling after their souls were gone.

He killed those knights after he got their souls without feeling a thing.

After Abel killed the 10 holy knights, Preacher Ford was horrified. He was sure that elves did not use any power of the will.

There was not a single bit of energy. If it was a rank difference, a suppression force would be created even if it was just a little, but at that moment, he felt nothing.

"Is this elf really a god?" Preacher Ford became paranoid.

He even saw a joyful look on the face of those dead knights. It was almost like their death was a glory to them.

He began to feel hopeless. All the power he had received in Barley Cloud City meant nothing. At that moment, he was just like a helpless ghost trembling in front of Abel.

Abel was curious towards a preacher as well, especially their faithful souls.

He knew Preacher Ford's soul would end up in his crystal angel statue if he killed him, then he would be able to know more about the secret of the Holy Kingdom.

He immediately did telekinesis above Preacher Ford and twisted his skull around.

Crack* a look of relief emerged from preacher Ford's face as his spine cracked.

However, he was too much of an optimist. Izual gently flicked and waved again, and Preacher Ford could only helplessly watch his soul fly into the forehead of that elf before death dawned upon him. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't.

A strange golden book appeared in the crystal angel statue, and it was directly transformed by the soul of Preacher Ford.

Abel picked up the book with his power of will.

It was an inherited preacher guide for spreading prayers.

In reality, the holy armor utilized the energy of god to forge a preacher guide which it was able to grant for a soul to slowly digest.

Since the energy of god was valuable, the soul of a preacher would transform back to a guide for the next granting.

Of course, this process happened automatically, and what drove it was the energy of god.

It was just like the ancient totem. If Abel wanted 20 preachers, the ancient totem had to be able to make 20 preachers.

What he didn't know was that those 20 preachers he could make were only the leftovers from the god of war.

He couldn't make preachers with his crystal angel statue because he didn't know how to make a preacher guide.

But he didn't have the ability to do so anyway. He was not an actual god with the energy of god.

Suddenly, he realized something even scarier about a preacher. Any follower gathered by a preacher would become his direct follower.

Although he could steal the prayers from the holy kingdom, prayers were all he could get unless he granted their souls.

He could not control them or retrieve their souls after they died.

Normal prayers could only give him power for some part of a day, but a true follower could pray endlessly to support the crystal angel statue.

"I want the preacher's soul!" Abel mumbled.

In this continent, isolated from the gods and the wizard union, he didn't have to hold back a single bit.

"Frankenstein, clean up the place!" Abel ordered and arrived at the operation room.

Frankenstein cast a firebolt, and the corpses were burned to ash. It was the best cleaning tool.

Abel noticed there were already 50 dots on the monogram. Half of the preachers were identified.

He ignited his battle fort and headed towards the next target.

"The great Emperor Harvey, we have a problem!" Elite holy knight Kirk looked pale as he charged into the palace.

"Kirk, what happened?" Emperor Harvey saw the desperate look on his face as asked.

"I just got a report. 5 communication circles are down and the preachers of the area are missing. I've also contacted a few more preachers. Although their city owner did not report anything, the preachers have disappeared with their knights!" Knight Kirk bowed.

"Is the wizard union hiding anything we didn't know?" Emperor Harvey felt his heart drop. This plan was 300 years in the making.

"If the wizard union could take down so many preachers at once, they could just directly come here and invade us. There was no need for them to do it in secret!" Elite knight Kirk shook his head.

According to the reports, every attack was done so quietly people only discovered something odd after the preacher, and the knights disappeared.

"How do they know about the location of our preachers? Is there an investigation network in the Lance Continent we missed out on?" Emperor Harvey asked in confusion.

"Your great majesty, we can't just sit here and do nothing!" Elite holy knight Kirk suggested.

"'Send knights to areas around the missing preachers and connect with the ones still around. I need to know about their condition!" Emperor Harvey lowered his voice.

They could not tell their preachers to retreat. If they did, they would have wasted 300 years of effort.

There was no way they could take over the Lance Continent in 2 years without preachers and the temples.

They needed faithful followers. If not, they would not be able to connect to the Holy Kingdom and transfer those powerful, loyal mad knights here.

Abel was having the time of his life. He was traveling from target to target at an unbelievable speed.

All he needed was to make a tap his finger, twist the neck of the preacher, and scoop up all the valuables from the constructing temples.

He was especially interested in that magic board. He took a little look at it as he was flying. It was a mass hypnotizing magic circle.

But unlike normal magic circles. It did not have any ability to kill, but you could enforce any hypnosis without the power of the will, and the thing would take care of it by itself.

It was like an amplifier for the temple to slowly transform the lifestyle of all citizens. In just a matter of time, they would all be under their command.

Although their faith was only on a surface level, it could drastically reduce their time to indoctrinate them. The beginning was the hardest, and that's where the temple came in handy.

The hypothesis was like bait. It was used until the preacher could hammer the thoughts into their head and finally transform them into true followers.

Abel didn't know if those things would be useful to him, but they were a rare find nevertheless. After he scanned them with his power of the will, he knew replicating them would be impossible.

They looked simple, but their core was made with the power of god.