Abel's human body stood in the air, and his spiritual power enveloped the entire city of Melu. It was hard to imagine that in such a big city, all life had turned into zombies.
He didn't know at this moment that these people did not die at the hands of the Hell Demon Lord Terror, but died in the sacrifices of the god-level wizard Basham and the archangel Tyrell.
His face was heavy. He had long regarded this world as his home. This place was different from the Dark World. Tens of thousands of years had passed since what happened in the Dark World.
But the current hell scene is happening in front of him. If he comes a step later, what will happen here
The entire Central Continent and all subcontinents will become a scene like the city of Meru, and the blood of hell will spread in the wailing of this world.
He saw the altar. The material of the altar was so precious that he understood that only the god-level wizard Basham and the archangel Tyrell could create such an altar.
It was clearly shown from this altar that it was Basham, the god-level wizard, and Archangel Tyrell who led the King of Fear to this world. Although he did not understand how the two most powerful men did it, this was a reflection on the entire world. Threat to the world.
If they could do it the first time, would they do it the second time? Abel's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
The King of Fear is both lucky and unlucky. He is lucky because all his years of hard work have paid off and he has found a way to enter this world that makes him salivate.
He was unlucky because after he only entered one arm, he encountered powerful enemies one after another that restrained him and prevented him from expanding the space gap.
Now he was in a dilemma. Due to the suppression of this world, he was unable to use most of his special hell abilities. After his arm was grabbed by his 'little brother', he could no longer resist.
He could only continuously channel the power of darkness through his arms to prevent the space gap from closing. Once the space gap closed, the most direct thing would be to cut off his arm.
There are very few things that can hurt him, but the power of space is the most terrifying one among them.
In particular, this kind of space power with a world barrier is even more powerful than the rules.
Even if he wanted to withdraw at this time, he could not withdraw his arm. The strength of the 'little brother' was so great that he could not break free at all.
What made him even more furious was that the soul he had finally cultivated was his clone, but it was being killed continuously.
If only the body to which the soul is attached is killed, then these souls will actively return to his body, but there is an angel there, which makes those souls lose the possibility of returning.
Angels and demons are natural enemies, and the souls he cultivated are also the best nutrition for angels.
His heart ached, he felt the loss of souls one by one, and felt that the angels were getting stronger, but there was nothing he could do.
"When I break the barrier of this world, I will kill you, and I will make your head into an ornament and put it in my collection room!" He could only keep yelling and threatening, but these could only make The angel's body moved faster.
The speed of zombies determines that these zombies cannot escape. The only way is to let more zombies pile up the angel's body.
Although there was little hope, the King of Fear ordered these zombies to gather together first, and then rush towards the angel's body in large numbers, making the massacre of the angel's body troublesome.
It's just that the angel body under Abel's control, after he turned on the phantom ability of the 'World Tree', has the same ability as the previous 'World Stone', or even more powerful abilities, making the angel body's battle more powerful. Skill.
The angel's body first took a bottle of 'stamina potion', and then attacked a group of about two thousand zombies.
Just think about two thousand level 45 beings, this kind of strength is enough to wipe out the entire Central Continent.
The Central Continent has gone through countless years, and now, apart from Abel and the outsider Archangel Tyrell, there is only a forty-five-level existence like Basham, a god-level wizard.
No matter how slow the zombies move, they are unkillable in this world.
The angel's body was like facing a swarm of ants. It avoided the claw attacks of several zombies with ease, and the 'Holy Angel Sword' in its hand swept the necks of three zombies at the same time at the most suitable angle.
The attack power blessed by the 'concentration' aura allowed him to cut off the heads of three zombies with one sweep, and then moved out of the way in the other direction at the moment when the poisonous mist formed.
While getting out of the way, the 'Sword of Holy Angel' in his hand did not stop, or in other words, the 'Sword of Holy Angel' did not put it down at all, but just changed the angle and swept it again.
The necks of three more zombies were cut off, and his figure was flashing flexibly among the zombies. At this time, he didn't even need to use the 'teleportation' spell on the rune language 'Mystery'.
Every zombie wants to hit the angel's body, but every movement of the angel's body is accurate to the tiniest centimeter. This is no longer a battle, but an art.
He seemed to be dancing. Every time he ducked, several zombies were decapitated. There was always a scene of poisonous mist exploding behind him, but there was no trace of it on his body.
As more and more zombies were killed by him, he finally understood where the benefits brought to him by the souls of the zombies after they were killed were used.
The space within the shadow of the 'Crystal Angel Statue' in the druid's soul became wider and wider, and at the same time, the light power of his angelic body was also enhanced.
After killing about 10,000 zombies and obtaining 10,000 souls, his growth in strength was normally equal to the result of his hundreds of years of cultivation with a sufficient supply of faith power.
At this time, Abel also understood the reason for the formation of the phantom of the 'Crystal Angel Statue'. He originally thought that Archangel Tyrell should also have such a space, but when he saw that Archangel Tyrell chose the Kingdom of God as the real world, He understood that Archangel Tyrell must not have such a special space.
You must know that the strength of the angel's body has already reached the god level, but it has not been suppressed by the world at all. The reason for this is the phantom of the 'Crystal Angel Statue'.
There is no space like the Kingdom of God or the real world. Any god-level strongman will be suppressed by this world, unable to fly, and many abilities will be limited.
The angel's body is special because he was born in the Central Continent and was born under the witness of the rules of the world.
Since he was born with god-level abilities, naturally under the influence of the rules of the world, a space like the Kingdom of God or the real world was created, such as the phantom of the 'Crystal Angel Statue'.
Bottles of 'stamina potions' were taken by the angel's body. Because of the presence of the King of Fear, Abel did not want the angel's body to feel tired and maintain the best fighting condition at all times.
In addition, although these zombies are slow, their attacks are not weak. Physical attacks with poisonous elements, in addition to huge power, are also poisonous.
With an angel's body, it doesn't matter if he is hit by one or two zombies, but if too many zombies hit him at the same time, he will not be able to take them.
The poison of hell, especially the poison created by a demon king like the King of Fear, is not so easy to bear. The time he was hit by the poisonous mist, he lost one-fifth of his life force, plus the continuous poisonous damage.
This is still the constitution of an angel's body. If it were replaced by Abel's human body, at least half of his life force would be directly consumed.
The massacre continued, and the King of Fear had stopped cursing long ago. He knew very well that cursing had no effect at all. He could only keep struggling to escape from the shackles of his 'little brother'.
But after the loyal 'little brother' received Abel's order, his mission was to capture the King of Fear, and he would not let go until his life stopped.
The most deceiving thing is that the dark power of the King of Fear and the dark power of the 'little brother' are basically the same source. The dark power of the King of Fear cannot cause harm to the 'little brother' and can only wrestle with each other through their arms.
At this time, around the city of Melu, Abel's six contractees had already guarded one side of the city and surrounded the city.
Of course they are not here to fight, but to stop anyone who wants to enter. This place has become a restricted area.
The Intelligence Department of the Wizards Guild also discovered the drastic changes in Molu City. The most active god-level wizard McPhee was the first to arrive at the scene and saw the familiar god-level number one.
"Stop, this is a restricted area, no one is allowed to enter!" God-level No. 1 said in a deep voice.
"Have you seen God-level Number One, Lord Abel, in the city?" McPhee, a god-level wizard, bowed to God-level Number One and asked.
His respect for God-level Number One comes from Abel, but he knows very well that this person is Abel's contracted object.
"The divine wizard McPhee is here, come from the air!" Abel's voice sounded from a distance.
With the scope of his mental power, he had already discovered the arrival of McPhee's god-level wizard.
With his order, God-level No. 1 naturally let McPhee, a god-level wizard, enter the circle.
When the god-level wizard McPhee flew in the air and approached the center of the city, his expression became extremely ugly. He felt the aura of the weird zombies on the ground, each of which was more powerful than his.
Fortunately, these zombies don't seem to be able to use breath, otherwise he would have been suppressed from the air and fell to the ground.
Even so, his whole body felt weak. This was the feeling of facing a large group of powerful people.
When could the most powerful people appear in hundreds of thousands? Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a pile of corpses in the center of the city.
Those corpses were all zombies. He could hardly believe that those corpses were all the corpses of the most powerful zombies.
There are hundreds of thousands of these corpses alone. What kind of powerful being can kill so many powerful zombies
While he was thinking about it, he saw the being who was easily killing the strongest zombie. It was an angel with four wings on his back.
He almost turned around and wanted to run away, thinking that he had met Archangel Tyrell.
"McPhee, the divine wizard, come here!" He heard Abel's voice, and then he saw Abel waving to him in the air.
"Lord Abel!" He quickly stepped forward and bowed.
"There is an invasion of hell here. The god-level wizard Basham and the devil from outside summoned the devil of hell. I am solving it. You have the wizard guild send people over to prepare to clean up the battlefield!" Abel ordered.
There will eventually be 1.3 million corpses of level 45 zombies here, plus the blood of hell, and professionals will have to come and clean them up.
Of course, this matter must be resolved by the Wizards Guild. Abel himself does not have time to do this. Now that he is the president of the Wizards Guild, he naturally lets his subordinates do it.
"Yes, Lord Abel!" McPhee, a god-level wizard, responded.
His eyes looked at the arm above a strange altar on the ground, and the 'little brother' who was entangled with the arm.
He naturally knew how powerful the 'little brother' was. There was just one arm over there, and he was in a stalemate with the 'little brother', which made him even more horrified.
When I heard Abel talk about the Demon King of Hell again, it goes without saying that this was the Demon King of Hell.
He couldn't help but feel lucky that Abel was there, otherwise the Central Continent would not be able to stop such an enemy.
He was a little light when he left Molu City. With such a powerful being as his backer, there was nothing to be afraid of.
The battle lasted for two days, and the movements of the angel's body remained efficient and precise, just like a sophisticated killing machine.
1.3 million level 45 zombies were all killed in the same way, and their souls were absorbed by the angel's body.
His body was flashing with pure white light. This was due to the overflow of energy due to the rapid increase in strength.
After he eliminated 1.3 million level 45 zombies, he shifted his target to the arm of the King of Fear.
With the momentum of 'charge' and the effect of 'concentration' aura, the 'Sword of Holy Angel' slashed hard at the arm with the power of light.
The 'Sword of Holy Angel' penetrated into the thick arm and cut a wound several inches deep on it.
But just after the 'Sword of Holy Angel' was pulled out from the thick arm, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Boy, I have unlimited energy to consume with you. Even if I spend ten thousand years like this, you won't be able to hurt my arm!" the King of Fear shouted.
The King of Fear outside the world has countless blood of hell emerging around him. This blood of hell wraps him and soaks him in it. Although it does not affect the wound on the arm, it can also make the wound on the arm heal faster. Healing speed.
Having only one arm in the world has its advantages and disadvantages.
The downside is that with his arms restrained, he loses his ability to attack.
But the good thing is that the arm is not his vital point, but his strongest weapon. When this weapon is in danger, the threat it receives is not great.
In his heart, he hated Abel, the guy who made him lose 1.3 million soul incarnations that he had cultivated with great difficulty. Now even if his 'little brother' lets go, he will not leave this world like this.
He needed to make Abel pay the price, otherwise the anger in his heart would not be vented at all.