Abe the Wizard

Abel floated above with his Power of the Will covering Marlo City. It was hard to believe every human being around him had been turned into zombies.

At that point he still didn't know the true murderers were Wizard Basham and Archangel Tyrael.

Abel was focused and serious. This world was home to him; he had never thought that what had happened to the Dark World tens of thousands of years ago would happen again right in front of him.

If he didn't stop this now, the entire Central Continent would be engulfed by the tortures of Hell!

He suddenly noticed a glowing crimson Shrine made of valuable materials, and everything quickly made sense to him.

Wizard Basham and Archangel Tyrael was the ones who had attracted the Lord of Terror here! He didn't know why, but a murderous expression emerged on his face.

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The Lord of Terror, on the other hand, was both lucky and unlucky at the same time. He was lucky because he had saved hundreds of years of effort in locating this world, but he was also unlucky because this world's energy was restricting him, and he was unable to remove Little Bro from his hand.

He had to keep unleashing Dark Energy to stop the Portal from closing. If it did not, his arm might be chopped off!

There were not many things capable of hurting him, but the dimensional force was one of them, especially the power capable of defying Laws to open up Portals.

At this point he wanted to withdraw his arm, but Little Bro just wasn't letting go.

At the same time, the Lord of Terror was furious that the souls he had cultivated with years of hard work were being stolen away.

It wouldn't be as bad if the souls were able to return to him, but the one doing the killing was an Angel. Angels and Demons were natural enemies, and souls were good resources for Angels as well!

Therefore, it was painful to watch as his nurtured souls were tuning into an energy booster for this Angel!

<strong>"I will open up the barrier of this world, and your skull will be in my personal collection!"</strong> the Lord of Terror raged in fury, but the Angel Avatar only moved faster.

The Hell zombies had no chance of fighting back, and they kept dying.

Still, The Lord of Terror bellowed out a command, and the zombies gathered in to formation before they all charged towards the Angel Avatar.

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But now Abel had the maximum power of the World Stones and World Tree, and the Avatar's Skills had reached perfection.

Using a Body of Energy Potion, the Angel Avatar also charged forward.

There were more than two thousand Hell zombies, and they were all Rank 45. They could basically destroy the entire Central Continent if they were let loose.

After all, Archangel Tyrael and Wizard Basham were the only Rank 45's around, other than Abel himself!

But considering how slow the zombies were, it was like facing a group of ants for the Angel Avatar.

It swiftly dodged their zombie claws and did a three-combo strike with its Angel Sword right on the neck of a zombie.

Bang! A zombie was immediately blasted into a fog of poison, and the killing continued.

Souls kept flying out, and Abel kept Flashing around with his Enigma Magic Staff.

The Angel Avatar's movements were almost like a dance amid the clouds of poison, but not a single bite was contaminating it!

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As zombies kept dying left and right, Abel realized why those souls felt so good to him.

The dimension in the Crystal Angel Statue shadow of his Druid soul was expanding, and so was the Light Energy within it!

Abel quickly figured out that the souls of one million zombies were basically like hundreds of years of training to the Angel Avatar.

It was at that moment Abel thought about Archangel Tyrael. Why did Tyrael need to turn the Holy Kingdom into his Inner World? Perhaps the angel didn't have a special dimension, like his Crystal Angel Statue shadow?

A God Rank without an Inner World would be suppressed by the Laws of this world. But Abel's Angel Avatar was special. It had been created within the Central Continent, in accordance with the Laws of this world.

That was how it could give birth to something like a God's Kingdom or Inner World from the start!

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As the Angel Avatar kept using Energy Potions, it was able to remain in top fighting conditions.

Still, the zombies' poison attacks were not useless. They were personally created by the Lord of Terror, Abel might handle one or two attacks, but any more would be risky. After all, each attack could take away a fifth of his health and that was only for his Angel Avatar. It would be more than half of his health of his human body!

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As the killing continued, The Lord of Terror still could not get rid of Little Bro, no matter how hard he struggled.

Little Bro was totally loyal to Abel, and was not letting go, no matter what!

Since Little Bro originated from the Lord of Terror, it also could not be harmed by Dark Energy.

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Reaching a point, Abel had his six other Summons come out and surround Marlo City.

They were not for fighting zombies, but to stop anyone else from entering!

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The Wizard Union also realized what was going on. Wizard McPhee was the first one to arrive and he saw God Rank One.

"Stop, this place is restricted!" God Rank One ordered grimly.

"Greetings, is Mr. Abel inside?" Wizard McPhee bowed. Since God Rank One was Abel's Summon, he had to pay his respects.

"Wizard McPhee, is that you? Come in from above!" Abel's voice sounded from afar.

Since Abel had his Power of The Will spread out, he could sense Wizard McPhee and sent out an order.

Wizard McPhee flew up and approached the City carefully. His face quickly began to sink as he saw the Hell zombies. Each of them were at least as powerful as him!

Luckily those zombies couldn't use suppressive energy, or he would have been pinned down already!

His spine began to shiver. What could possibly have given birth to one million top-ranked beings?

At the same time, he saw a humanoid figure with four wings easily killing those zombies!

At first he thought it was Archangel Tyrael and he wanted to leave, but then he heard Abel's voice again, "Wizard McPhee, over here!"

He looked around and saw Abel waving at him. "Mr. Abel!" He quickly flew forward and bowed quickly.

"Wizard Basham and Archangel Tyrael Summoned a Demon King from Hell. I am taking care of it, so tell the Wizard Union to get ready for the clean up!" Abel instructed him.

By the end of this there would be 1.3 million dead zombies, and the Blood of Hell was not something just anyone could clean up. They needed professionals, and the Wizard Union was the only one who had them.

Also, since Abel was their new President, it was his responsibility to give the order.

"Yes, Mr. Abel!" Wizard McPhee bowed again.

His gaze landed on a strange-looking Shrine, where Little Bro was clinging onto a great demonic arm!

It had to be the Demon King Abel had mentioned!

At that point he was very thankful that the Central Continent had Abel. They would have had no chance against an enemy like that!

Wizard McPhee quickly Flashed out of Marlo City and proceeded with his mission.

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The killing continued for two days. The Angel Avatar's precise use of tactics did not drop for a single moment, moving just like an advanced war machine.

Finally, the 1.3 million souls were all purified and drawn into the Angel Avatar!

Its glowing body overflowing with energy, the Avatar turned to the Lord of Terror's arm and held up its Angel Sword.

With a mighty slash, a big cut on the arm was opened up, but it regenerated at a rate even the naked eye could see.

<strong>"Little guy, I have endless energy to play with you. If you want to injure my arm, you might need ten thousand years!"</strong> the Lord of Terror laughed.

More Blood from Hell engulfed the Lord of Terror's body on the other side of the Portal. Although it was not directly applied to his arm, it could still speed up his recovery.

It seemed putting only an arm through was not that bad, after all. It might have limited his ability to attack, but it was also the strongest part of his body!

Still, the Lord of Terror was furious that he had lost 1.3 million souls to Abel, and Little Bro still just wouldn't let go.

He wanted Abel to pay for this humiliation, but he couldn't find a way to release his fury!