As for the other two Rank 45 Wizard Patterns, they turned into two black orbs. When examined closer, one could see tiny Laws in them.
It was not because the Laws were weak, but because those orbs represented a world. They just looked weak compared to his more developed Inner Worlds.
Even with all three of his Wizard Patterns turned into orbs, their functions were the same.
Maybe Ranks no longer mattered for a being of his Rank?
All he could hope for was to do the best for his world. Although the Dark World didn't have many intelligent beings, it still had the High Elves and the World Tree. It had a lot of potential!
The two black orbs were a true manifestation of his power without the Dark World. Even though they were beyond Rank 45, they still needed some time to settle.
Abel stood up and noticed his Power of The Will had doubled once again. It now had a range of 70,000 meters!
Since all the slashing and stabbing was being done by his Angel Avatar, all he needed to do was use spells.
His human body needed to keep its distance. No matter how many strengthening he went through, it was still no match for the Angel Avatar when it came to close combat.
It was the biology of humans to be weak, thus spells were the best thing he could use.
With a flash, he arrived at the Inifuss Tree and sensed its soul.
In fact, he could sense all the souls!
"Great Abel, I can feel your power!" Sage Hemir proclaimed when he sensed Abel's Power of The Will.
"Yes, I've broken the limit of this World!" Abel answered back.
"You are now the god of this world, a true god. With your mighty power, can you please resurrect my friends!" Sage Hemir did not ask Abel to resurrect him first, but his friends instead!
"Please wait, I am still new to my abilities. Let me check!" Abel smiled.
He had fully merged with the Dark World, and now he turned to the core of it. He noticed a special dimension formed by crystals.
No Power of The Will or energy could penetrate those crystals to see what was within, only a true ruler of the World had the power to do so.
It was not a dimension within the main dimension, but an entirely separate dimension. It was even more secretive than a god's Kingdom. Within it were perfect slumbering souls.
Those souls all had something in common in that they were extremely pure. Abel sensed the original Laws of this world, but they had grown weak after Hell's corrosion.
Although the original Law could not speak, Abel knew what those souls were. Those souls were all heroes of the Dark World, and they all died in glory.
Since the original Law could not help them, it could only preserve them so Hell wouldn't be able to use them as resources.
After the fight for the Dark World had ended, the Dark World had preserved their souls for unknown reasons.
With a single step, Abel arrived inside that dimension.
He saw the slumbering souls. It was clear that they were recognized by the original Law of the world. If Abel resurrected them, they could help him control the Dark World.
Since Hell had left, those heroes would be the future.
Abel picked a soul and thought about resurrection. Soon a body emerged in his mind.
It was a brunette-haired young woman in armor, holding a bow and ready, looking very serious.
Abel knew it was the original body of the soul, and he knew what to do.
He patted his Portal Bag and a hundred top-level gems flew out into the soul.
Energy began to thrum and the world began to cheer. Soon enough, not only did the body of the young woman appear, even her armor and bow followed, just as Abel imagined it.
The young woman opened her eyes with a hazy expression, but immediately pulled at her bow nervously.
It seemed her soul was still in her battle mode even after tens of thousands of years.
"There are no more Hell Creatures in this world. I've resurrected you!" Abel smiled at her.
"Resurrected…?" The young woman regained herself and mumbled, "I remember I was buried in a tomb between Blood Moor and the Frozen Grounds!"
Abel was not expecting her to recall her death, but it sounded familiar.
"May I know your name?" Abel asked.
"I don't know how you resurrected me but I can tell you my name. I am a Rogue, named Flavie!" she responded.
Abel immediately knew where that familiar feeling came from. He was the one who had buried Flavie's original body, and he remembered that she had never let her bow go.
Indeed, only such loyalty would be resistant to Hell!
"Flavie, my name is Abel. I am the ruler of this world. I'll take you to see someone and you will understand!" Abel had too much to explain, and he didn't know how to do so.
With a gentle wave, a portal appeared and Abel bowed to her. It was the least he could do to pay respect to heroes.
Even though she was not the strongest, her loyalty was undeniable!
What Abel did made Flavie jump. She could not see the souls around and what Abel did was too mysterious. Still, she isn't told that Abel was not an enemy.
She stepped through the portal and Abel followed. They quickly arrived in front of the Inifuss Tree.
"Mr. Hemir!" Abel smiled.
When the Inifuss Tree sensed Flavie's presence, it began to tremble with excitement.
Flavie was not a professional, but she was the foremost guardian of the Rogue Encampment. Sage Hemir had cried when she died.
"My mistake, let me resurrect him as well!" Abel smiled awkwardly.
He patted his portal bag again and a hundred more gems flew out onto the Inifuss Tree's Magic Circle that held Sage Hemir's soul.
Soon, a balding old man with long silver hair in a light green robe and holding a staff emerged beside the tree.
"Great Abel, I can now clearly see your grace with my own eyes!" Sage Hemir bowed.
His eyes were shaking in excitement. Still, he held his emotions back and bowed properly.
"Mr. Hemir, you are not going to blame me for not resurrecting you first, right?" Abel smiled.
Sage Hemir did not reply, because he knew Abel didn't want to injure his soul if the resurrection failed. But most of all, he was speechless when he saw Flavie.
"Mr. Hemir!" Flavie immediately burst into tears when she saw the familiar face, and immediately fell to her knees.
"My child, we can now move on from the past. Our new lord has defeated Hell, and peace will soon return!" Sage Hemir said with a soothing voice.
"Great Abel, can you resurrect Mr. Akara, Mr. Charsi, Deckard Cain, Gheed…." Flavie began to name more people, but her voice soon became soft, as though she was demanding too much. Still, she continued.
Abel could recognize some of those names. Some were the managers of the Rogue Encampment, and some might be the Rogues who had fought alongside Flavie.
"I think I can do that, but I still have a fight to take care of right now!" Abel smiled.
He knew there was a battle happening outside and he couldn't stay here for long. Still, he wasn't too stressed, since time was twenty times faster in the Dark World.
"Great Abel, I will be waiting" Flavie bowed to him.
"Ok!" Abel nodded and a smile emerged on Flavie's face. It was the smile a young woman should have.
"Mr. Hemir, there is a World Tree and High Elves outside of the Rogue Encampment. They will take care of you, and if you have the chance, pass down some of your knowledge to them!" Abel bowed.
"At your command!" Hemir bowed back.
His gaze was glistening with curiosity. The legendary High Elves were the children of the World Tree, each of them were extraordinary!
Sage Hemir suddenly remembered the fight Abel mentioned and proposed, "Great Abel, why don't you Summon the High Elves to fight for you?"
He didn't want Abel to get injured; he still needed Abel to resurrect his other friends.
"The High Elves can fight?" Abel knew how tiny they were, so he never thought about it. After all, there were no enemies in the Dark World for Abel to see the High Elves' power.
"Great Abel, the High Elves are born immortals, they are treasured by the world!" Hemir quickly explained.
Abel paused for a moment. Did that mean they were born half-gods?
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