Abe the Wizard Chapter 1181 - Two Status

Chapter 1181: Two Status

Abel brought the statue back to the Golden castle’s secret chamber and put it next to the angel statue.

It was the only room in this world with the statue of two different G.o.ds. After all, faith often did not go well together, so every G.o.d wanted their own s.p.a.ce even if they belonged to a single group.

Abel transferred a monogram to the Barbarians through an oracle of the ancient totem. It was a blurry monogram, but it was filled with holiness. Therefore, all the Barbarians needed was to pray towards it, and faith would be transferred to the Barbarian statue.

The angel body’s statue of Abel, on the other hand, always ran the risk of being discovered since they were all stolen from the Holy Kingdom. Therefore he could only connect to them through his preachers.

Since Abel had given the Barbarians oracles many times, they became even more faithful than the elves towards the G.o.ddess of Moon.

Perhaps harsher living conditions created more faithful followers.

Abel was not satisfied by the amount of faith Doff had gotten. After all, he was calculating them by the amounts of holy crystal they produce.

With this goal, even the 2 statues combined would not form a single holy crystal in 100 years.

Abel took out the lambskin book Big Druid Beulah gave him and flicked to the last chapter. It was about how followers could connect to G.o.d through a statue to receive rewards.

It was vague, but Abel was suddenly enlightened.

The biggest problem Abel had was that his Barbarian preacher could no longer use the healing spell once he brought Doff into the Dark World.

This was not good for strengthening the Barbarians’ loyalty, but he had no choice.

He summed Doff on the starlight protection circle and controlled him through the soul chain.

With a power of the will range of 1500 meters, he could connect Doff to the statue underground even without using the mysterious aura.

When Doff connected to the statue, Abel felt like his body was divided once again.

This time, he left a command for that little strand of Doff’s spirit in the statue.

It was not a complicated command, and since it was strengthened by the statue, that little strand of spirit could function as a normal spirit.

Actually, all spirits in this world were created by the Wizard Union’s research into the knowledge of G.o.ds and statues.

This technology was what allowed the Wizard Union to rule.

There was not a single corner of the world without a spirit. Everyone who used a teleportation circle needed one, even if it was a very weak one.

As for organizing data, the wizard union needed some extremely powerful spirits.

Not to mention every city and town needed spirits to control their protection circle and limit professionals from abusing their power.

Spirit drastically reduced the need for manpower and better a.n.a.lyzed the outcome of wars. It was how the wizard union could rule over so many continents so effectively.

In Abel’s case, if his followers wanted to use the healing spell, all they needed to do was to meet the prerequisites and call, “the great G.o.d of war, please hear my prayer, lend me your power to heal my injuries!” Then the Doff’s spirit would automatically inject a bottle of light healing potion into the target through the pa.s.sage of faith.

It was a smooth process, but he needed to make some changes.

First, it was increasing the rate of using the healing spell to once every 3 hours.

For elite Barbarians, they could do this prayer 6 hours beforehand and have 3 healing spells stored up.

Abel’s alchemy skills have increased drastically ever since he became a grandmaster. Light healing potions were no longer a concern.

He also wanted to increase the status of Barbarians and showed the Wizard Union that they would support them no matter if they were controlled by the G.o.ddess of Moon or not.

After all, the biggest benefiter of healing spells was the Wizard Union, as it drastically increased the performance of Barbarians in the front line.

Maybe the wizard union realized this as well and allowed the Barbarians to live a better life in the Central Continent.

After everything was set, Abel took out a 100 square meters portal bag, filled it with light healing potions, and placed it next to Doff’s statue for its spirit to take care of.

Mad warrior Church was recruited by the Wizard union in the front line, but he didn’t want to. Ever since oracles began to emerge in the Battlecry Plateau, there were many new professional Barbarians that needed him for guidance.

Still, he could not reject the Wizard Union.

He was not responsible for the actual battle. His only task was to enchant the other professionals with a battle cry, battle mode, and battle commands.

At that moment, a battle was taking place between law-defying wizards and mad knights 2 kilometers before him, which happened way too often these days.

Suddenly, an oracle emerged from his soul as he was focusing on the battle.

His eyes began to sparkle in disbelief.

He received the instruction to a spell, a very rare spell among the Barbarians preachers, the healing spell.

Even during the battle, he kept his locality and never stopped praying. He sensed his body and discovered he already had 3 healing spells acc.u.mulated.

Mad warrior Church’s heart poured with excitement. As far as he knew, no other G.o.d in this world had given such great healing power to their followers. Most only had the power to heal normal people, with almost no effect on professionals.

The healing spell was basically as powerful as Grandmaster Bennett’s super potions, which were getting rarer and rarer as the elites of the Wizard Union began to acc.u.mulate.

By that potion, those portions would only be used as a final lifesaver for most professionals.

“Warrior Church, enchant me!” A rank 23 wizard named Mike called.

Warrior Church quickly unleashed the 3 battlecry enchantments he knew all too well and turned to Wizard Mike.

However, by that point, Wizard Mike was not looking too good. His body was filled with frost, and there was a long cut opened from his left shoulder to his left arm.

It was gus.h.i.+ng out blood, and normal healing potions would not do the trick.

“Wizard Mike, why don’t you treat your wounds?” Warrior Church yelled.

“Don’t talk about it. We wizards have used too many healing potions, and I’ve grown numb to them. That is, other than Grandmaster Bennett’s potions of course!” Wizard Mike shook his head helplessly.

Abel was not expecting the battle to last this long. The 2000 light healing potions and the 2000 mana potions he gave were actually not that much when they finally got to the hands of the wizards.

Although the wizard union had some stored up as well, they weren’t planning to use them up in a single battle.

“Wizard Mike, let me help you!” Warrior Church called.

“You have a way to help? Here, quick!” Wizard Mike asked curiously and presented his wound.

Warrior Church put on a serious face and began to mumble. “The great G.o.d of war, please hear my prayer. Lend me your power to heal the injury!”

Wizard Mike was confused. He never heard that Warrior Church was a Barbarian Preacher. How could he know the healing spell?

However, a white light soon flashed on his body, and a soothing feeling washed over him.

The frost and the long cut on him were quickly disappearing.

After the white light faded, Wizard Mike sensed his body. Most of his injuries were healed in just 10 seconds.

“Warrior Church, I’ll make a deal with you. Come along to my future missions!” Wizard Mike smiled.

Warrior Church smiled back as Wizard Mike focused on his battle again.

Warrior Church knew very well. The status of Barbarians would soon increase in the Central Continent. Although their fighting power was not that strong, with their enchanting ability on top of their close body fighting skills, as well as this healing spell, they would be much more useful.

Abel stepped out of his secret chamber and scratched his head. It was as though he had forgotten something.

Didn’t his human form have followers as well? Although there were only around 1000 of them, they were his followers nevertheless.

He no longer needed to care about Doff’s statue and the Angel statue. From then on, everything would be taken care of by itself, and no more faith would be wasted in the Central Continent even when he was not around.

He ignited a move in a flash scroll, returned to the church in the Rogue Encampment, and found another statue.

This statue was a little older than the first one he got, but the materials were altered by faith as well.

After all, its ability was the only thing that mattered.

He then arrived at Blood Moor. There was a huge temple built for him by the high elves.

Just like Doff, Abel’s body was also being altered. It was just a little slower.

What he didn’t know was that the Dark World would unleash great power to suppress anything powerful.

Therefore, becoming a G.o.d in the Dark World was even harder than the Central Continent.