The golden angel's energy came from the holy power inside the holy armor. Although there was a lot of holy power inside, it was like water without a source. On the other hand, the black spirit only needed to consume mana gems.
Originally, mana gems could not compare to the holy power inside the holy armor, but Abel had taken out a lot of top-level gems.
In the oak tree's green light, the golden angel and the black mist were like millstones, grinding against each other and exhausting each other's energy.
Time slowly passed by, and Abel's attention was focused on the battle between the golden angel and the black mist.
He didn't want to intervene because the golden angel was too much of a threat to him. Even his dragon transformation could not hurt the power of the will of a divine spirit.
Secondly, the golden angel was slowly getting smaller and smaller in the battle with Heiling. This process was slow, but the scales of victory had already tilted towards Heiling.
The only way to deal with power of the will was through the power of the will itself. When two class holders were fighting, they could lock onto each other with their power of the will. Spells and melee attacks could not affect the lock of the will.
From this, one could see that the power of the will could not be damaged by spells or physical attacks. Abel's power of the will did not dare to get close to the golden angel. That was the power of the will of a divine spirit. Even if it was only a sliver and half of it was gone.
It was possible to use the power of the will of a divine spirit to attack, but with the power of a divine spirit, using a powerful spell could bring about unpredictable consequences.
In such a situation where victory was already within his grasp, all he needed to do now was to wait on the sidelines.
He did not expect the black spirit he brought back from the Lance Continent to be this powerful. When he saw the golden angel was formed from the power of the will of a divine spirit, he immediately thought of using the black spirit.
However, the power of the black spirit was beyond his expectations. It could devour the power of the will of a divine spirit.
Of course, this did not mean the black spirit had the ability to fight against a divine spirit. The golden angel was only formed from the power of the will of a divine spirit. Against a real divine spirit, the black spirit was almost useless.
However, the Dark Spirit's ability to devour mental strength could be added to the defensive magic circle. This would allow the defensive magic circle to have a passive attacking ability.
The golden angel wanted to scream, but he couldn't. His body was completely covered by the black fog.
Although his opponents were not strong, they were very difficult to deal with. A fake god that could attack with words, a tree of life that looked like a baby, and an aggressive mutated spirit that completely relied on magic gems to provide energy.
The imposter had the same aura as him, so he wanted to know who the imposter was.
However, he only had a little bit of intelligence and was unable to communicate with his main body. Thus, he was unable to use the means of a true god.
Originally, according to the idea that the Demon from Beyond had left a bit of intelligence in the godly item, the golden armor, other than a real God Spirit, no matter who it was, after awakening its intelligence and awakening, it would be able to control the godly power to attack.
But now, he was about to be destroyed. The Tree of Life had trapped him, and the Black Spirit was wearing him down.
What made him feel the most helpless was that he was already in a deep slumber, and there was no way he could transmit all of this back.
The golden angel's wings disappeared first, then his hands and feet, then his limbs, then his torso. In the end, only the golden angel's head was left. It looked at Abel with hatred, and it was also consumed by the Black Spirit.
Abel let out a long sigh of relief. Although he had overestimated the power of the will of a god, he realized that he was still unable to defend against the power of a god.
He had just won, and it seemed like the process was easy.
In fact, from the very beginning, half of the golden power of the will in the armor had been consumed by his words.
After the god's intelligence had awakened, without the help of the oak tree, he could only rely on the ability of the world stone to passively dodge.
Without the Black Spirit, he didn't know how long it would take for him to win.
Looking at the Black Spirit that had consumed over 200 top-level gems, you could see how scary the battle between the golden angel and the black spirit was.
If that many gems were to explode, it would be enough to level a big city.
However, the Black Spirit did receive some benefits. Half of the god's power of the will was consumed by the Black Spirit, and the Black Spirit's black mist had some golden color.
According to Abel's estimation, the Black Spirit was only a threat to him before, but now if his power of the will came in contact with the Black Spirit, he would be in danger of being consumed.
After seeing the Black Spirit consume half of the god's power of the will, he couldn't help but check his own power of the will.
One had to know that the other half of the god's spiritual power had been absorbed by his own spiritual power under the erosion of the Language Spell.
Abel realized that his transparent power of the will had a hint of gold, and it could no longer be completely transparent. He couldn't help but let out a bitter smile.
"What the hell!" He complained to himself.
One had to know that mental probing was an important method for professions. Once this probing method lost its concealment, there would be fewer occasions where it could be used.
As he was thinking, his golden power of the will slowly turned transparent again.
"Huh, I can control the color of my power of the will?" He couldn't help but wonder.
He then thought of the golden spirit power, and the spirit power that he exposed turned into a spirit power with a hint of gold.
This color change didn't have any combat power, and he couldn't think of any benefits.
However, he soon realized the real change in his power of the will. When he wanted to use his power of the will to pick up a branch on the ground, his power of the will could easily pass through it.
Just when he thought his power of the will was weakened, the branch was directly cut in half.
His power of the Will was only enough to pick up light objects, which was already considered to be one of the strongest among law-defying wizards.
But now, his mental strength was far beyond his imagination. Just now, he didn't feel much resistance from the branch at all, and he directly cut it open. This was simply a sharp materialized sword.
Feeling his own Spiritual Energy, he had a feeling that the Legendary Holy Knight who chased after him that day could no longer suppress him by level.
If a god saw Abel's power of the will with a hint of golden power of the will, they would definitely recognize it as a sign that his power of the will had reached the peak. At least in terms of power of the will, his power of the will had reached the level of a god, although it was only a little bit of the lowest level of a god.
He carefully practiced using his power of the will again to prevent the sudden increase in power of the will from damaging the objects around him.
He couldn't just use his power of the will to scan his opponent and cut him in half, right?
The premise was that the opponent didn't have any defense against him. The physical attack of the mind power could only deal with ordinary people at most. For professionals, the defense of physical attacks was extremely strong. Unless it was a surprise attack, the mind power wouldn't have any effect at all in the course of a battle.
After a while of practice, he was finally able to get used to his power of the will.
Only then did he pick up the god artifact armor and examine it carefully. The golden color on the surface of the god artifact armor had already vanished, and the original sense of luxury had vanished as well. Instead, it was replaced by a simple sense of vicissitudes.
Without the golden color on the surface, the tiny patterns on the armor were revealed. These patterns were not of the Central Continent or the Dark World.
He couldn't recognize the meaning of these patterns, so he couldn't judge the effect of this armor.
Now that he was the only one left with the power of the will in the ownership circle, this armor belonged to him alone.
He tapped his finger lightly on the Divine Armor, and the Divine Armor disappeared in front of him, fusing into his body.
This was the power of a real divine armor. It was completely hidden in the body of the owner, waiting for the owner's call.
"Equip!" Abel said softly.
Following which, he equipped the Divine Armor. However, he quickly discovered that the Divine Armor did not increase his Attributes, let alone his Spell Level.
After repeated experiments, he realized that there was only one special thing about this armor. It was extremely sturdy.
But this was the armor of the demon from beyond. How could it only have one sturdy attribute?
It must be known that any divine artifact, because the materials used to make it were all processed with divine power and created with divine power, every divine artifact, regardless of whether it was an armor or not, was extremely sturdy.
In addition to the Divine Artifact's natural ability to repair itself, this Divine Artifact Armor was a Divine Artifact Armor that was extremely sturdy and could repair itself.
In the Dark World, an armor like this could only be considered a blue armor. How could it be a divine object?
He shook his head and put the armor back into his body. He was very frustrated.
He had risked his life against the golden angel for this armor. It cost him more than 200 top-level gems.
"Maybe this holy armor isn't meant for normal people?" Abel suddenly thought of something.
He looked towards Izual inside the crystal angel statue. Although Izual was no longer a god recognized by heaven, he was still a god-level angel.
If Abel's guess was right, the demon from beyond might be an angel.
Since the holy armor might be the holy armor worn by the angel, it was worth a try to see if Izual could wear it as well.
With that thought, he moved the armor into the crystal angel statue. As soon as he entered, the armor flew towards Izual.
The godly armor turned into a hooded long robe as Izual's body turned from ethereal to corporeal.
The only thing that was still an illusion was Izual's pair of energy wings. Everything else was hidden inside the robe with mysterious patterns.
"Izual, come out of the crystal angel statue!" Abel tried to command.
However, Izual didn't seem to hear him as he continued to pray.
"Damn it, what is the use of this armor?" Abel was going crazy.
Although he was sure that he was on the right track, Izual, who had lost his consciousness, didn't listen to his orders, so he couldn't test out the true function of the holy armor.
As Abel destroyed the golden angel, the Saint was looking at the crystal skull in his hand inside the temple of the Central Continent Nation of God.
The holy object he got from the Heart of the Mad Hill was filled with the cries and struggles of souls. As long as a god woke up and saved the souls, he would be able to obtain large amounts of pure faith.
Although this divine artifact didn't contain the true power of faith, its effect wasn't inferior to that of a divine artifact.
"Finally, a holy object. When my lord wakes up, he will be able to use it to increase his power!" The Saint stroked the crystal skull as he thought to himself.
After so many failures, they finally succeeded. They didn't have many targets in the Central Continent. There were only a few items that were useful to gods. Normal holy objects were useless to gods.
Suddenly, a crisp sound came from the guardian wings of the Nation of God. A feather fell from the wings and disappeared into the air after falling for about a hundred meters.
The entire Nation of God heard it, and the Saint in the temple heard it even more clearly. The projection circle in the temple reflected the changes of the guardian wings in front of the Saint.
"Ugh!" The Saint felt a sharp pain in his heart. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his robe was stained red.
"It's my lord's armor!" He couldn't care less about the blood on his chest. He quickly asked the guardian wings about what happened. He couldn't help but yell.
He had a special connection with the guardian wings. As a part of a god's body, the guardian wings were equivalent to a god in the Nation of God.
The feedback he received was that the god's mind power in the holy object armor had been removed. The holy object armor had been completely lost.
Normally, as long as the owner of the holy object had not disappeared, even if the holy object was stolen, it could be recalled by the owner. However, once the owner's recognition was changed, the holy object would no longer have any connection to the original owner.
The Saint knew that something must have happened in the Lance Continent. Even if the plan had failed, the holy object armor should not have been stolen.
Previously, when the holy portal bag was stolen, he didn't feel this bad. Although the holy portal bag was a holy object, the god had removed the owner's recognition and gave it to him to use.
However, the holy object armor was different. It was a holy object that had recognized the god as its owner. It was an important part of the god's combat power.
If holy objects could be stolen so easily, the gods wouldn't be so scary. The Saint was thinking about the holy object armor and the Lance Continent's big plan.
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