Abe the Wizard

The Angel Avatar lifted up its Angel Sword again, but this time it paused so the energy could accumulate.

It was an advanced ability, not a Skill. Although it would be very impractical in real life combat, it was perfect for situations like this!

Light Energy had almost solidified on the sword before bang! A wave of roaring white flame sliced into the thick red arm.

It was almost twice as strong as the last attack, and this time it sliced open the muscle.

However, the arm still recovered just as fast as before!

<strong>"Little guy, your attacks are too weak, even though you reached the top rank of the world. You can't do any damage to me!"</strong> the Lord of Terror smirked.

At the same time, he couldn't understand how a human wizard could command an Angel Avatar and take control of his Super Lord of Destruction at the same time!

Still, Abel was too weak, and the Lord of Terror was not afraid of Abel chopping his arm off. If he didn't need to dedicate a big portion of his energy opening the Portal, he wouldn't even need the Blood of Hell to help him recover.

"Don't underestimate me!" Abel murmured while keeping his distance.

He was a wizard, not a close-range fighter. If the Angel Avatar couldn't chop the arm off, there was no way Abel could.

Instead, he was waiting for an opportunity.

The Angel Avatar started striking again, but this time it did the opposite, and quickly unleashed ten strikes from different directions in under a second.

It was frighteningly powerful, but the Lord of Terror's recovery rate was even scarier.

After all, it had taken the Angel Avatar twenty hours of nonstop attacks on Little Bro to kill it. The Lord of Terror was the originator of Little Bro, so one could imagine how vast his Health had to be!

"Little Bro, attack as well!" Abel ordered.

With a crimson spark, a Purple Lightning was directly transferred to the Lord of Terror's arm.

<strong>"That is too funny!"</strong> the Lord of Terror laughed mockingly.

Since they had the same energy, the Lord of Terror's attacks couldn't do much to Little Bro and Little Bro's attacks also wouldn't work on him!

But Abel didn't say anything, merely letting the attacks continue.

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After an hour, the Lord of Terror was getting annoyed. <strong>"Cunning Bastard, why don't you attack?!"</strong>

He was waiting for Abel to make a move so he could do something, but Abel just wasn't doing anything.

Therefore, the Lord of Terror had to do something. He began to gather all his power for an all-out blow on Little Bro, testing to see if he could get rid of him.

White light began to glow on his arm and the sounds of souls weeping, crying, and screaming began to emerge. It was chilling to experience.

They would make any human shiver, and might actually do something to Little Bro's soul.

All the Lord of Terror needed was a little hesitation, and he would be able to withdraw his hand and leave!

As for invading this world, he had actually lost his confidence after encountering Abel.

However, little did he expect that Little Bro's soul was not from Hell, but was newly created without any experiences or fears.

All he knew how to do was to fight and be loyal to his creator!

The Lord of Terror failed, but the attempt gave Abel a chance to observe the Lord of Terror's ability through the Angel Avatar.

It was a direct attack on the soul, and could manifest one's darkest fears!

The Angel Avatar could resist it, as the Lord of Terror was of the same Rank, but Abel still got a taste of the power.

At that moment, Abel had seen his parents from Earth crushed into pieces in a car crash, and his Uncle Marshall screaming in agony after being slashed by a bloody sword. He also saw his father Bennett, his mother Nora, and his brother Zack being helplessly slaughtered by soldiers. But most of all, he saw the dead eyes of Lorraine being engulfed by flames, and the old Wizard Morton dying a lonely death in his isolated tower.

Everyone he had ever loved, every kingdom he had ever ruled, were all washed with blood, Hellfire covering every corner of them!

They all looked real, but Abel did not break down, and his soul stayed strong. Instead, he felt fury!

He had never hated anyone this much as he gazed at the red arm.

With a Flash, his human body appeared next to it, and Dark Gold Dimension Force reached out from his soul. It formed a long rope and wrapped around the massive arm.

Just like a hot knife through butter, it began to press down from all directions.

<strong>"Ahhh! Is this dimension force?! How did you get such an ability!?"</strong> the Lord of Terror screamed in agony.

He knew it was no ordinary dimension force, as he was almost helpless in the face of it!

Before his arm could regenerate, it was on the brink of being severed!

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Remarkably quickly, the massive scarlet arm was sliced through, and the Portal lost its support.

As it quickly closed, Abe could hear a fading scream from the Lord of Terror.

<strong>"I will hunt you down, even if it takes me a million years. I will destroy you…!" </strong>

Abel smirked. The threat of a loser was the most beautiful sound in the world!

His Angel Avatar reached out to grab the fallen arm.

Since Abel did not have the Light Energy, he wasn't sure if the arm would be harmful to his human body.

At that moment faces of tortured souls began to emerge from the red arm. Each of the souls were just as pure as the 1.3 million souls taken in by the Angel Avatar.

They were all personally cultivated by the lord of Terror, the result of taking over countless worlds!

The purpose of those worlds was to give birth to pure souls as sacrifices for the Lord of Terror. Once they lost their ability to do so, the Lord of Terror would destroy those worlds in the most gruesome ways.

It was completely beyond any moral justification. The sole reason for it was for Hell to accumulate more negative emotions!

Those were the faces of horrified beings, but after they were engulfed in Light Energy, they began to settle down, and they finally flew into the special dimension inside the Crystal Angel Statue.

It would have taken Abel's Angel Avatar ten thousand years to catch up to Archangel Tyrael, even with its superior four wings, but what happened now was an Angel's dream.

Still, no angel had ever managed to achieve it, since it was extremely difficult to make physical contact with the Lord of Terror. After all, the Lord of Terror had countless clones, and they were just as strong as he was.

The biggest difference was that those clones were made from mixtures of ordinary souls. Only the Lord of Terror's true body was made from the purest souls!

Therefore, killing a clone would not bring that much relative benefit.

Countless pure souls flowed into the Angel Avatar once again. As his power grew, he was soon overflowing with Light Energy. White flames shone from his body like a furnace.

Suddenly, the Angel Avatar hit a limit, even before all the energy from the arm was absorbed.

After the entire arm entered his Crystal Angel Statue, a small part of it was preserved by Light Energy in a corner.

Abel felt a spark of joy, realizing what was happening. His Angel Avatar had reached the peak of Rank 45, the limit of this world!