Abe the Wizard

Another few months of chaos had passed and Abel was now twenty-five years old, but it was not like he cared.

Ever since the Wizard Union wizards had searched through his faithful grounds, they had stopped bothering him. After all, Abel had killed a Rank 38 Wizard without a single hassle, so the wizards had to be careful around him.

Unless the most powerful wizards in the Wizard Union returned, they had nothing to use against Abel.

Throughout this time Abel had stayed in the Battlecry Plateau. In fact, he rarely even left the Dark World. Besides a few friends, he basically cut off all connections in the continents.

Of course, even without him being around, the status of his name grew even higher.

Although the soul chain was a little distorted due to the fact that he was in another world, he would still be alerted if any of his faithful grounds were attacked. Therefore, Abel had no worries about staying in the Dark World, especially since he got the feeling that he might not even have a hundred years left.

The Holy Kingdom seemed to be growing more and more lively, and the fear of the Demon from Beyond was growing by the day.

Maybe this fear was something the Holy Kingdom was testing, seeing if it could speed up the Demon from Beyond's reawakening.

Since it was something he sensed through his intuition, Abel was not going to take it lightly.

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Abel was in the third level of the World Stone Keep, an energy shield formed above him.

It seemed the following battle would be much harder than he thought, and each battle needed large numbers of Potion to avoid unnecessary deaths.

His Spirit Guardian knights and wizards had died many times and been resurrected, so it was lucky that they were not his main fighters.

The Gray Bear was his most loyal shield, and God Rank Five was his most trusted attacker. As for his other Summons, their power had taken a huge hit in this third level. After all, any powerful being would be suppressed in the Dark World.

As for his gods, they stayed in their faithful grounds. Taking them into the Dark World would undermine their progress.

Furthermore, their Divine Bodies would be too big for the World Stone Keep's tunnels, so the most they could unleash were physical attacks.

"Aging!" Abel cast a spell and a light appeared in front of a group of Hell Widows. Soon they were slowed down before God Ranks Two through Four charged forward.

God Ranks One and Five stayed with Abel to cast spells while keeping their distance.

Abel was not having an easy time of it. He could only do something like this with three Rank 36 holy knights on his side. The Curses from those Hell Widows would drastically reduce his defense.

Once he was hit, the damage from the Hell creatures would double, and this would become a nightmare.

Still, Abel did not Summon his angel avatar, because he didn't want to put it at risk. He didn't know what would happen if the angel avatar died.

It was in control of all his faith from the Holy Kingdom, and it was his most powerful trump card. On top of that, it was strengthening itself with Faith by the day, so Abel didn't want it to be distracted.

The last Hell Widow let out a howl and turned into ash. Its soul flew into Abel's Horadric Cube, and soon silence washed over the place.

Abel's Summons stepped up to search the ashes, but his chance of finding anything was slim.

Afterwards, Abel turned to the far end of the third level. It was huge. The whole thing was like a maze with countless Hell creatures. It had taken Abel ten years in the Dark World, and he still hadn't found anything.

It was hard for the other professions in the continent to comprehend his level up speed, but who knew what he had gone through!

Soon, his God Rank Summons returned and he knew they had found nothing.

After all, it had been tens of thousands of years. Those Dark Gold, Rune Word, and such magic gear from the past were long lost.

Abel shook his head and continued forward with his team. After a turn in the corridor, he saw some eternal flames from Hell and heard the sound of souls weeping.

Soon, he felt his heart lift. "Finally, the entrance to the next level!" Abel gathered his Summons with joy.

The souls of his God Rank summons were growing very quickly, but they were all still like war machines with immense loyalty to Abel.

What would happen if I used the Soul Potions differently to speed up their growth?, Abel wondered.

Maybe they would be more human-like, but he still needed more research. After all, it only took their souls an hour after their creation to master the power of a God Rank.

Once that was set, it would not be affected by any emotions. All they knew was fighting, training, and being loyal to Abel!

It was a good thing, since his Summons would never turn on him. But at the same time, it also took away any human interaction Abel could have in the Dark World.

It was no different from any other Summon, and they could even train by themselves.

It has been a lonely ten years for Abel. If he didn't have a powerful mind and the World Stone to keep himself centered, he would not have been able to handle it.

The sounds of souls weeping continued, but Abel did not sense any danger. They soon arrived on a damaged old hanging bridge connected to a platform under the dark flicking eternal flames of Hell.

Beside the bridge was a deep rift where the weeping was coming from.

Abel could not do anything about those poor souls, but that deep rift felt extremely dangerous, like a chaotic dimension crack.

He did not step on the bridge, because it looked too dodgy and he would have put his life at risk.

Instead he wrapped his team in his Power of the Will and simply Flashed ahead.

He reappeared on the platform and immediately saw a passage beyond. But before he could even get close to it, he sensed pressure.

There were many eternal flames on the walls of the platform, and a red crystal with immense evil energy quickly caught his attention.

It was at least ten times more Evil than the skulls those priests were using back in the central continent.

For the first time, he sensed the evil he had felt in the front line dimension crack. It was Evil straight from Hell!

Abel did not touch the red crystal. Although it was much more powerful than the priests' skulls, the user might get affected by Hellish evil!

"Prepare to enter!" he said grimly

Five Spirit Guardian Knights stepped forward. Their task was to stop the first rounds of attack from those Hell creatures so his team would have enough time to prepare.

The five Spirit Guardian Knights then charged behind their spirit shields. The holy knights followed, and the wizard Summons stayed at the very back.

Abel was guarded by the Gray Bear as he remained outside the entrance.

Soon, he sensed a Full Recovery Potion was already being drained from his Druid Soul. The battle on the other side had to be intense!

He should be facing the Throne of Destruction, the most dangerous place in the Dark World.

Suddenly, he sensed a slight pain in his soul. One of his Summons had died!

Luckily, by that point his soul was strong enough to withstand it, and it wouldn't take long before he recovered.

He took a step into the entrance, and a wave of immense evil gushed out.

Still, he was determined. If not, he would have been corroded by Hell already.

After hundreds of years of battle in the Dark World, his heart was as strong as iron, and even Hell couldn't shake him.

As for his Summons, the power of law could not affect them. They were basically war machines, and their loyalty to Abel would not change in any situation.

With a roar, a giant Hell creature struck as soon as Abel stepped in, and the Gray Bear bellowed back.

Everything was clear to Abel. He was facing a group of Hell creatures called Diablo Kings.

They had axes in both hands and their bodies were extremely strong. On top of the enchantments from Hell, they were very powerful melee fighters.

Their defense was immense, with thick skin and heavy armor. They were almost like tanks!.