Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Wizard Davy waited outside as his heart grew worried. He did not have any good solutions, so all he did was walked around in circles.
The fact that he waited showed the Lightning Clan’s position to those 2 legendary wizards. They had Abel’s back.
Suddenly, the door swung opened, and legendary Wizard Larkin and legendary Wizard Luke sent Abel out with a big smile as though they were having a great time chatting.
Wizard Davy was stunned. How come 2 legendary wizards were so polite? How come they were willing to send someone out?
“Master Bennett, next time when you come to the front line, let us know. We will keep an eye on the Evil Kingdom!” Wizard Larkin reminded as Abel stepped out.
This time he was lucky to escape from Knight Ando. He might not be so lucky next time.
Abel was too important to the Wizard Union, so he needed extra protection.
“Thank you legendary Larkin. Next time, I will let you know!” Abel bowed at the 2 legendary wizards.
He knew very well that he wouldn’t return to the front line soon. This place was too scary after being chased after by a legendary knight.
Afterward, Wizard Davy did not bring Abel back to the castle. Instead, he directly brought him to the teleportation circle and sent Abel back to the elves’ Bay Law City.
By that point, his house was repaired. Even with many places destroyed, the elves used the best materials and repaired Abel’s place as a priority.
Not only that, but the giant teleportation circle and all kinds of facilities were also repaired. As long as Abel was in his place, he could directly connect to the Wizard Union’s system.
Abel no longer needed his main building anyway. He loved the invisibility of his battle fort and the safety it brought.
As he sat in his invisible floating battle fort with a glass of juice in hand, he gazed outside at the beautiful scenery.
All the elves were hustling to clean up the remains of war, and a few new structures were being built in the military camp outside the city.
New druids were recruited to train in the military camp, and a few human instructors had been invited to stand on the spot. For the first time, the elves were cultivating a true military force.
The elves had taken a big hit from the war. Seeing powerful druids being hopelessly slaughtered in the face of knights was an image burned in the mind of many elves. From then on, they realized the importance of military power.
Their values seemed insignificant in the face of the changing world.
Although they still loved peace, they still had their limits. They could not stand seeing their homes being trampled on. After the decision was made to establish a true military, the first base was built in 10 days, and the group of druids entered.
However, after returning from the front line, Abel knew a true war breaking out in the elves was very unlikely. What happened was a once-in-lifetime event.
He almost died in the front line, but he also learned quite a lot from it. Especially the changes that happened to the crystal angel statue between his eyes.
He did not enter the Dark World to examine the changes because he wanted to experiment beforehand.
No one would see him in his invisible battle fort, and its safety was a guarantee floating thousands of meters above the ground.
As he sat in his chair with a glass of juice in his hand, he focused all of his power of the will into his mind.
He unleashed a little energy from the crystal angel statue with his world stone, and a sudden sea of prayers entered his power of the will.
His druid soul took over with his main soul commanding the druid soul. Only the emotionless druid soul would not be affected by those sea amounts of information.
His druid soul began to divide the information. Some were prayers that he could use to generate golden energy for the crystal angel statue.
Some were demands for things like health, wealth, power. There were even some oddly specific ones like the love of a certain woman, obtaining certain treasures. Maybe those people really thought the gods were capable of anything. Even if a god was all mighty, some of those demands were still too strange.
After dividing the prayers, a group caught Abel’s attention. The demands to become a knight.
Since he was busy dividing a sea of prayers, those demands did not catch his attention initially, and he did not have time to analyze them.
He picked one of the prayers out.
It was by a 20-year-old who has been training for 7 years named Apo. Maybe there were limited spots to become a true holy knight each year, and you would only be qualified if you were faithful and strong enough.
Normally one 1 out of 10 apprentice knights could become an official holy knight, so it was definitely not a common opportunity in the Evil Kingdom. But of course, the citizens of the Evil Kingdom would not call their Kingdom Evil. It was called the Holy Kingdom.
You needed to deepen your faith once you became a Holy Knight. It was what needed to sustain the function of the guardian wings.
Apo was just an insignificant number out of a sea of practitioners. He had been training since 13 years old, and the gods became his everything. He would sacrifice everything for the gods, and his strength reached the condition of a low-level Holy knight since 18, but even after 2 years, his prayers had no reply.
He thought it might be because he was not faithful enough, so he doubled down on his prayers and preached to the gods.
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This was why his prayers stood out to Abel. If the demons from beyond were not in slumber, it might have discovered this extremely faithful preacher as well.
Still, Abel was skeptical. Maybe his crystal angel statue had blocked those prayers deliberately, so the gods from the other side did not receive it.
But that didn’t matter anyway. What Abel needed to do now was to accept Apo’s demand and give him a holy knight position.
He connected to Apo through the prayer, and the crystal Angel statue sent an automatic message according to Abel’s will like a spirit “my follower, I’ve received your faith. I will now grant you the title of a holy knight!”
At that moment, Apo was kneeling on the ground in a training room of the Holy Kingdom. His entire body was shaking with excitement.
It has been 1000 days, and he finally replied to him. He no longer had to be looked down upon. He no longer had to spend his days between work and prayers, marry an ordinary wife and live an ordinary life.
He was a truly glorious holy knight, the fighter for his god. When he died, he would return to the loving arms of his god.
It was at that moment, Abel was faced with a choice. He needed to select the soul of a holy knight from his crystal angel statue and give it to Apo.
He could choose the soul of the weakest intermediate Holy Knight, which would allow Apo to become an intermediate Holy Knight with no problem. But if he wanted to become an elite Holy Knight, he would either need to be extremely gifted, or Abel had to sacrifice some holy energy.
Abel could also choose the soul of a loyal mad knight for Apo and turn him into a god-made genius.
Still, this was not an unbreakable law. If Apo was a natural genius, he would become an elite knight or even a mad knight despite what soul he was given.
Abel didn’t know, but the guardian wings working for the evil kingdom normally would grant a soul to a knight unless they were truly faithful.
After all, not many souls actually returned to the Evil Kingdom, and there were many prerequisites.
First, the Holy knight must die close to the guardian wing for his soul to be retrieved.
Second, they must die in a retrievable way. If a holy knight died with old age, his soul would need a lot of holy energy to repair before it could be retrieved.
Considering the condition of the Evil Kingdom, wasting holy energy on every old knight was not a wise move. Still, it was worth it for an old mad knight.
When the soul of a mad knight was given out, a new mad knight would emerge in a few years.
This was why the Evil kingdom didn’t want to unleash a full-on war with the Central Continent. All they needed was to buy time before their god awakened from his slumber.
Abel didn’t know any of this. He was not a true god. His holy energy was just an ability of his world stone.
He could not even ignite his crystal angel statue unless he was in his dragon form, and none of its ability could be used until then.
Therefore, he could only cultivate his own holy knights through soul granting. Yes, his own holy knights.
After accepting Apo’s demand, Apo became his follower. Or, more specifically, the follower of the crystal angel statue.
It was the first time he replied to a follower. It was an experiment, so he only found the soul of a rank 18 knight and passed it down.
All he did was decide in his mind, and the soul of a rank 18 holy knight disappeared from the crystal angel statue in a flash.
Apo’s body soon began to glow. As he was engulfed in the lights, his soul felt like it was in a hot spring.
“Ah!” He let out a relaxed breath of air, but he quickly covered his mouth and stopped himself since it came across as a little disrespectful. Still, his entire body was trembling, and his soul began to grow.
“Grace of god!” He screamed in his heart. His god not only replied to him. Instead, he was blessed by his grace.
The grace of God was extremely rare. Only the most loyal followers would be blessed. It could drastically speed up his training and almost eliminate all bottlenecks until the decided rank was achieved.
Every knight who was blessed by the grace of God would become a genius of the Kingdom. Not only would he get more resources, but his status would also be higher.
If you wanted to tell if a knight was blessed, all you needed was to look at his training progress speed.
Of course, some rare talent might be able to achieve speedy progress as well, but those were the new blood of the kingdom. A blessed holy knight was just a reincarnation of a powerful dead knight, after all.