Abel stood in the air with his power of the Will covering the entire Molu City. It was hard to imagine that all the living beings in such a big city had turned into zombies.
What he didn't know was that they weren't killed by the demon king of hell, but by the sacrifice of Wizard Basham and Archangel Tyrael.
Abel's face sank. This world was his home. It was different from the Dark World. What happened in the Dark World happened tens of thousands of years ago.
However, what happened in the Dark World was happening right in front of his eyes. If he was late, what would happen to this place?
The entire Central Continent and all the other subcontinents would become like Molu City. The blood of hell would spread in this world.
He saw the altar. It was made of precious materials. He knew that only Wizard Basham and Archangel Tyrael could make something like this.
The altar clearly showed that it was Wizard Basham and Archangel Tyrael who lured the Lord of Fear to this world. Although he didn't know how they did it, it was a threat to the entire world.
If they could do it once, would they do it again? Abel's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
The King of Fear was very lucky, but also very unlucky. He was lucky because his years of hard work did not go to waste. He found a way to enter this world that he had been drooling over.
But he was unlucky because he was only able to enter with one arm, and he encountered a powerful enemy that stopped him from expanding the dimension gap.
He was in a dilemma. Due to the suppression of this world, he could not use most of his special hell abilities. His arm was grabbed by the "little brother," so he could no longer resist.
He could only continue to channel the power of darkness into his arm to prevent the spatial gap from closing. Once the spatial gap closed, the most direct thing to do would be to cut off his arm.
There were not many things that could hurt him, but the power of dimension was one of the scariest ones.
Especially the power of dimension that had a world barrier. It was beyond the power of the law.
Even if he wanted to retreat, he couldn't. The "little brother" was too strong. He couldn't break free at all.
What made him even angrier was that the souls he spent so much effort to cultivate were like his avatars, and they were constantly being killed.
If it was just the body that the souls were attached to, they would automatically return to his body. However, there was an angel there, so those souls could not return.
Angels and demons were natural enemies, and the souls he cultivated were the best nutrients for the angels.
His heart was in pain. He could feel the souls being lost one by one. He could feel the angel getting stronger, but there was nothing he could do.
"Wait till I break through this world barrier, I will kill you, and I will make your head into a decoration and place it in my collection room!" He could only curse and threaten, but that only made the angel's body moved faster.
The zombies' speed made it impossible for them to escape. The only way was to let more zombies pile on the angel's body.
Although the chances were slim, the King of Trepidation still ordered the zombies to gather together first. Then, they would form a large group and charge at the angel's body, making the slaughter of the angel's body more troublesome.
The angel's body under Abel's control had the same power as the world stone after he activated the power of the world tree shadow. It was even more powerful. It made the angel's body more skillful.
The angel's body drank a bottle of strength potion and charged at a group of about 2000 zombies.
Two thousand Level 45 existences were enough to wipe out the entire Central Continent.
After countless years, other than Abel and the outsider archangel Tyrael, Wizard Basham was the only rank 45 being on the central continent.
No matter how slow the zombies were, they could not be killed in this world.
The angel's body was facing a group of ants. It nimbly dodged the claws of a few zombies and swept the holy angelic sword in its hand across the necks of 3 zombies at the most suitable angle.
Thanks to the "focus" aura, he was able to cut off the heads of 3 zombies in one sweep. When the poisonous mist was formed, he dodged in another direction.
While dodging, the holy angelic sword in his hand did not stop. Or rather, he didn't even put down the sword. He just changed the angle and swept again.
Another 3 zombies were cut off. His body was flashing nimbly among the zombies. He didn't even need to use the "move in a flash" spell on the "mystery" rune.
Every single zombie wanted to hit the angel's body, but the angel's body was so precise that it was no longer a battle. It was like an art.
It was like he was dancing. Every time he flashed, a few zombies would be decapitated. The poisonous mist was always exploding behind him, but not a single bit was on his body.
As more and more zombies were killed by him, he finally understood where the benefits of the zombies' souls could be used.
The space inside the "crystal angel statue" in the Druil's soul was getting bigger and bigger. At the same time, the power of light in his angelic body was getting stronger.
After killing around 10,000 zombies and obtaining 10,000 souls, his power increased by a lot. Normally speaking, with the power of faith, it would be the result of 100 years of training.
Abel finally understood why the "crystal angel statue" was formed. He thought that Tyrael would also have a space like this, but when he saw that Tyrael chose the Nation of God as the real world, he knew that Tyrael didn't have such a special space.
The angelic body was already god-tier, but it wasn't suppressed by the world at all. This was because of the "crystal angel statue."
Without a space like the real world, any god-tier being would be suppressed by the world. They wouldn't be able to fly, and many of their abilities would be limited.
The angelic body was special because it was born on the central continent. It was born under the witness of the rules of the world.
Since it was born with god-tier abilities, it naturally created a space like the "crystal angel statue" under the influence of the rules of the world.
Bottles of "stamina potion" were consumed by the angelic body. Because of the existence of the King of Fear, Abel didn't want his angelic body to get tired. He wanted to be in his best fighting condition at all times.
Although the zombies were slow, their attacks weren't weak. They had poison-type physical attacks. Other than their great strength, they were also poisonous.
With the angelic body, it didn't matter if he was hit by one or two zombies. However, if too many zombies hit him at the same time, he wouldn't be able to handle it.
The poison of hell, especially the poison created by a demon king like the King of Fear, wasn't that easy to handle. When he was hit by the poisonous fog, he lost one-fifth of his life force. In addition, there was continuous poison damage.
This was the physique of the angelic body. If it was Abel's human body, at least half of his life force would be consumed.
The massacre continued, and the King of Fear stopped cursing. He knew that cursing wouldn't do him any good. All he could do was continue to struggle, trying to get rid of his "little brother."
However, the loyal "little brother" received Abel's order to capture the King of Fear. He wasn't going to let go until his life was over.
The worst thing was that the dark energy of the "little brother" and the dark energy of the "little brother" came from the same source. The King of Fear's dark energy couldn't do any damage to the "little brother." They could only fight with their arms.
By this point, Molu City was surrounded by Abel's six summons. Each of them was guarding one side of the city.
They weren't here to fight, of course. They were here to stop anyone who wanted to enter. This place had become a forbidden zone.
The Wizard Union's investigation department also noticed the change in Molu City. The most active wizard, Wizard McPhee, was the first to arrive. He saw a familiar number 1.
"Stop, this is a forbidden zone. No one is allowed to enter!" Number 1 lowered his voice.
"Greetings, Number 1. Is Mr. Abel in the city?" Wizard McPhee bowed and asked.
His respect for Number 1 came from Abel. He knew that this was Abel's summon.
"Wizard McPhee is here. Come through the air!" Abel's voice emerged from afar.
With his power of the will, he had already noticed Wizard McPhee's arrival.
With his order, Number 1 allowed Wizard McPhee to enter the circle.
When Wizard McPhee approached the center of the city, his face turned sour. He could feel those strange zombies on the ground. Every single one of them was more powerful than him.
Luckily, those zombies didn't seem to know how to use their energy. Otherwise, he would've been forced to the ground.
Even so, he still felt his body go soft. This was the feeling of facing a large group of powerful beings.
Since when could there be hundreds of thousands of powerful beings? As he was thinking, he saw a pile of corpses in the center of the city.
They were all zombie corpses. He couldn't believe it. They were all the corpses of the powerful beings.
Just these corpses alone numbered in the hundreds of thousands. What kind of powerful existence would be able to kill so many omnipotent zombies?
As he was thinking, he saw the being that was killing the powerful beings with ease. It was an angel with four wings on his back.
He wanted to turn around and run. He thought he had met Archangel Tyrael.
"Wizard McPhee, come here!" He heard Abel's voice and saw Abel waving at him from the sky.
"Master Abel!" He quickly stepped forward and bowed.
"There is an invasion from hell here. Wizard Basham and the demon from beyond have summoned a demon king from hell. I'm dealing with it now. Tell the wizard union to send someone here to clean up the battlefield!" Abel commanded.
There would be 1.3 million rank 45 zombie corpses here. Including the hell's blood, they would need a professional to clean it up.
Of course, the wizard union would take care of this. Abel didn't have the time to do this himself. Since he was the president of the wizard union, he would let his subordinates do it for him.
"Yes, Mr. Abel!" Wizard McPhee replied.
He then looked at the arm on top of a strange altar on the ground and the "follower" that was entangled with it.
He knew how powerful the "follower" was. It was only an arm, but it was already in a stalemate with the "follower," which made him even more shocked.
Then he heard Abel talk about the demon king from hell. Needless to say, this was the demon king of hell.
He was glad that Abel was here. Otherwise, the central continent wouldn't be able to stop an enemy like this.
Wizard McPhee left Molu City with a light shadow. With such a powerful being behind him, he had nothing to be afraid of.
The battle went on for two days. The angelic body's movements were efficient and precise. It was like a precision killing machine.
1.3 million rank 45 zombies were decapitated, and their souls were absorbed by the angelic body.
His body was flashing with pure white light. This was because his power was increasing too quickly, and his energy was leaking out.
After dealing with 1.3 million rank 45 zombies, he shifted his target to the arm of the King of Fear.
With the momentum of the 'charge' and the effect of the 'focus' spirit qi halo, the 'holy angelic sword' slashed down at the arm with the power of light.
The holy angelic sword sank into the arm and made a wound that was a few inches deep.
However, as soon as the holy angelic sword was pulled out, the wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The King of Fear yelled, "Kid, I have unlimited energy to waste on you. Even if I spend 10,000 years like this, you won't be able to hurt my arm!"
Outside the world, countless drops of Hell's Blood appeared beside the King of Trepidation. The Hell's Blood enveloped him and soaked him in it. Although it didn't affect the wound on his arm, it allowed the wound on his arm to heal at a faster speed.
There were pros and cons to having only one arm in this world.
The downside was that after his arm was bound, he lost the ability to attack.
However, the good thing was that his arm wasn't his weak point. Instead, it was his most powerful weapon. When this weapon was in danger, it wouldn't be threatened too much.
He hated Abel to the core. This guy made him lose the 1.3 million soul incarnations he spent so much effort to nurture. Even if he let go of the "follower," he wouldn't leave this world like this.
He needed to make Abel pay the price. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to vent his anger.
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