Abe The Wizard Chapter 1165
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Chapter 1165: Chapter 1165 – Embryo
Chapter 1165: Embryo
Abel looked into his Druid soul and saw the crystal angel statue, but faith continued to rush in like it was nourishing something.
Soon, he discovered an embryo—a strange-looking embryo.
That embryo was formed by pure white energy, and it had a human form with something that looked like wings on its back.
Abel immediately knew it was the embryo of an angel.
It was growing at an exponential rate as the energy continued to rush in. First, its fingers and toes became more and more defined, followed by its facial features.
The capacity of Abel’s druid soul was indescribable; anything that existed in the form of energy could be taken in by it.
Therefore the embryo wouldn’t take up much space even when it grew into an infant.
The infant opened its eyes. Charisma shined through in a majestic sparkle, but it was clearly unconscious.
Abel had a feeling that this infant was the clear manifestation of his druid soul.
If the crystal angel statue combined with his main soul, his entire physical body would end up looking like this.
He didn’t know how much energy that would take, but it was a scary amount.
Even Heaven would only resurrect the most important angels with a pure energy body. Most would be given an altered body.
There was a big difference between the two. It was very hard for an altered body to make progress.
But still, the benefit was that an altered body could maintain the power of the original body before alteration without training. It was by far the quicker path.
A body created from pure energy, on the other hand, had unlimited potential, but it often started extremely weak, and it needed continuous training to breakthrough.
Therefore, the supply of energy was crucial, which even heaven did not have enough for all angels.
If the Wizard Union did not make a move on the demon from beyond with the gods, it would have grown into an all-mighty force of this world.
It would definitely be furious If it realized the faith it accumulated over thousands of years was being used up by Abel.
Since the druid soul did not have a body, there was nothing to alter. The only choice it had was to create a new soul. But of course, this would not have happened if Abel had let his druid soul take over his body at the time.
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But most of all, the Guardian Wings protection shield did have enough energy to supply it.
As energy continued to rush in, the infant turned into a child, and the child grew into an adult.
Finally, it looked like a 17 to 18 years old young man.
The energy of faith then turned its attention to the young man’s wings which were still the size of half a finger.
It expanded, and feathers began to emerge. Finally, energy stopped rushing in when his wings were about the same size as Izual.
It was at that moment Abel finally pulled his left hand out of the protective shield. He gave it a little wave, but he was soon attracted by his druid soul.
It was tempting to examine his changes, but he needed a safe place to do so, and he wouldn’t dare to do it around here.
He turned his gaze back to the guardian wings protection shield and carefully reached his hand forward again. This time, he penetrated it without any reaction.
He followed through with his arms, head, and finally, his entire body was entered. He was just like a citizen of the Holy Kingdom.
He was still on the shore, but he was already inside the Holy Kingdom. Maybe he was the first outsider who stepped into this soil in the past thousands of years.
Immediately, he sensed something different.
All this time, he only got a sense of the Holy kingdom through the passage of faith from his followers, which was nothing compared to being there physically.
The first thing he noticed was the wealth of energy around, not only mana but strange energy that nourished the body as well.
No wonder why there were so many knights in the Holy kingdom. Even the most powerful kingdom in the Holy Continent, his Kingdom of St Ellis, had less than 30,000 knights.
A knight required a powerful body, and the Holy kingdom had that in the environment.
Knight training was common in big cities, so there were more than enough for the Holy kingdom to pick the most powerful ones and turn them into Holy knights.
The second thing Abel sensed was a strange smell that seemed to make a person more passionate about certain things.
A normal person might not notice it, but Abel could with his world stone ignited.
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Abel had an idea; maybe it was why the Holy kingdom had so many loyal followers. Even for those who had not been baptized, they would soon be once they were given a little guidance from a preacher.
Abel had experienced this first hand. Even with 30,000 followers, all of them were extremely loyal to his preachers.
Abel no longer wanted to stay, especially after what he had been through.
He looked towards the sky. The guardian wings had never been so clear.
He then turned and smoothly walked out.
He put Frankenstein away, flashed back to the Fire Tooth Battle, and commanded it to return to the Central Continent.
He was burning with curiosity. The first thing he would do after he returned to the Golden castle was to examine his druid soul.
He turned into the elf Grandmaster Bennett again when the Fire Tooth Battle Fort landed, and he flashed into his training room through the short distance teleportation circle.
He opened all the protection and barrier circles and took out a scroll of the town portal to the Dark World’s Rogue Encampment.
All of a sudden, he felt invincible. The power of god kept him safe once again.
He turned to his druid soul and saw the 18 years old young angel. Since it did not have consciousness, it remained still like a puppet.
Abel took a deep breath and transferred his consciousness to the druid soul. All of a sudden he was swamped by knowledge. It was like his mind was about to explode.
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It was at this moment Abel realized maybe his druid soul had to be strengthened to incorporate this knowledge as well.
Even his main soul might break down if it was directly injected with so much information.
Unlike other forms of training, obtaining knowledge to progress was exclusive to the angels.
Abel did not look into it too much. It was too complicated for him. Instead, he was much more curious towards that young angel’s body in his soul.
It was made entirely of energy, but it looked like an actual being.
If Abel did not witness the process of its creation, there was no way he would believe it.
Suddenly, he sensed a strong bond with that young angel body.
It was a strange feeling, almost like that body was another body of his.
Even being used to multitasking, it was still strange for his power of the will to control 2 bodies at once.
Still, Abel was not afraid. He was a god in the Rogue Encampment. Everything was under his control.
He focused his attention and detached his control from his original body. There was no way he could control 2 bodies at once without training.
He might not even be able to balance himself with 4 eyes and 4 legs.
When the angel body sensed his attention the Druid Soul moved aside. His original body began to drop after it lost its consciousness.
It was at that moment, Abel emerged as a young angel and caught his original falling body with his arms.
After he slowly lowered it to the ground, he began to reexamine his young angel body in detail. To his surprise, he sensed his heart pounding and blood running through his veins. It was just like his original human body, even the facial features were identical.
The only thing different was the big wings on his back.
They were absorbing energy out of thin air to replenish his energy and strengthen his body.
At the same time, he felt like Legendary Knight Wale; something was suppressing him from above.
If not he might be able to levitate like a legendary.
It was a powerful body, but Abel still had good control as a head commander-level knight.
A knight’s goal was to have a full cover over their body, and Abel had basically reached the end of his knight journey.
He clenched his fist. Bang!
He didn’t even attack a target to set off a bang like this, so you could just imagine how powerful he became.
He also sensed a strong element resistance in this body. Maybe he would be fine even if large amounts of spells were aimed at him.
How powerful could this body be if it was not suppressed by the Dark World?
At least the power of a legendary knight. On top of that, it was still a young angel. It would become even more powerful with time.
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