Abe the Wizard

Chapter 1077: Godsend

Wether town was located in a remote area with a population of 3000, even after the Evil Kingdom encouraged having more children.

They would only have enough food for 3000 people. Any extra resources would be given to the rulers.

This was the case with most towns in the Holy Kingdom, so they could not feed more people even if they wanted a larger population.

The town continued as always. The only thing different was a little chapel with a new young preacher.

This affirmed the faith of the citizens. Every day, they would go to the chapel and pray.

But, there was something different about their faith. And oddly, they felt like their god was watching them.

Their faith intensified, but little did they know, they were already following a new god.

Golding was a hunter of the town. One day he was called into the chapel by Preacher Ackerman, and he was given an object for spreading their faith.

His destination was beyond this town. As a hunter, no one would question his absence.

Fila town was 500 miles from Wether City, and it was where Golding was headed.

It was a holy journey for Golding. It was the first time he was called by his god and was willing to sacrifice everything to complete his mission.

His mission was simple. Even though 500 miles were a lot for a normal person, it was not much for a skilled hunter.

He trusted his god. His god would never pick the wrong person.

There were no man-made roads along the way, only trees, and mountains.

After 7 days, he arrived in a forest next to Fila Town.

“My Lord, I will not disappoint you!” He placed a decent size magic board on the ground and began praying.

Meanwhile, Abel was sipping on a glass of water spirit fruit juice on his metal fort above Bay Law City. His druid soul suddenly came alert, and his attention was drawn to this hunter.

“Good job my follower!” Abel sent a message through the soul, and a voice struck Hunter Golding through empty space.

At the same time, Abel sent out a power of the will and ignited the circle.

It was a 2-way teleportation circle he gave Preacher Ackerman a few days ago.

As someone with extreme faith, such as Ackerman, he would do anything his god commands.

This teleportation circle now belonged to Abel.

Under the influence of Abel’s power of the will, a white light began to flash on the teleportation circle, and Preacher Ackerman appeared on it through a wave of dimension energy.

The maximum distance of a 2-way teleportation circle was 500 miles, so it was the furthest Abel could send Ackerman to approach Fila town.

“Golding, thank you for everything you’ve done for god. You can go back now, but don’t tell anyone about what you did. It’s even better if you can forget about it!” Preacher Ackerman lowered his voice.

But no one could resist Abel anyway. With his druid soul monitoring everything, anyone who didn’t do as he said would be dead, especially for someone as insignificant as a hunter.

Of course, that was only possible during the day since Abel would always go to the Dark World at night.

“It was my honor!” Hunter Golding bowed and stepped away without questioning a thing.

Preacher Ackerman then took out a barrier circle and hid the double teleportation circle. He then put on a hood and headed towards Fila town.

With God’s help, he easily made his way through the civilians and headed towards the chapel.

“Godsend!” He mumbled when he was 20 meters from it.

He didn’t know what a godsend was, but he would never doubt his god.

Abel kept his eyes on Ackerman. When he mumbled ‘godsend,’ a shadow holding a sword flashed out from Izual’s body with the thirst for battle.

It seems like that shadow was made out of Izual’s battle instinct, and it entered Ackerman in another flash.

Afterward, Preacher Ackerman’s body began to glow in gold outside the chapel of Fila town. There was no longer any lifelessness in his eyes. A total disregard for the common world, an attitude the above had for the below.

After all, it was the battle instinct of an angel.

“Izual, kill everything within the chapel!” Abel mumbled.

Suddenly, the eyes of Ackerman sparkled as he charged into the chapel.

A golden energy sword appeared in his hand. Although it was not the charge of a knight, it was just as fast.

The chapel was helpless, and its defense was broken with one slash.

Abel was not surprised. That golden energy sword was made out of the energy of god. This godsend of Izual was not without sacrifice. That golden sword alone had used up all the faith he gathered in Wether town these days.

Even Abel himself couldn’t use the power of god, but Izual could.

The chapel’s protection shield scattered into sparkles, and an old man in a preacher robe ran out.

“You are…” the old man was immediately stunned as he looked at the golden sword in fear. It was filled with the energy of god, and that stranger holding the sword was also in a preacher robe.

As an experienced preacher, he knew what was happening… a godsend.

It was the most powerful thing a god could do in the common world.

However, he was only a small preacher in a small town. He never even left this area in his life.

Why did a god go against such an insignificant preacher with such power? It would be a huge waste.

He sensed death heading towards him, but he did not move.

It was not only because he had no fighting skills, but because he knew his soul would return to his god in the Holy Kingdom even if this godsend person was an intruder.

He fully understood how scary gods could be.

With a gentle slash of the golden sword, roaring energy went right through the old preacher without making a single wound.

A strange blissful smile emerged on his face as he dropped dead on the ground.

This golden energy sword really was all mighty. All Abel wanted was the soul of this old preacher, and it had directly taken it away without leaving a mark.

The soul of the old preacher traveled through the energy sword and entered the crystal angel statue. A flash emerged from Izual’s eyes, and the soul turned into a preacher’s guide.

“No bad!” Abel mumbled in excitement.

Since there was still some time in Preacher Ackerman’s godsend, Abel had utilized its speed to quickly send Ackerman back to the teleportation circle, turn off the barrier circle, and return to Wether City with the circles.

It was a perfect hit and run. Since they were 500 miles away, Preacher Ackerman would be the last one to blame for the death of that old preacher.

At the same time, there was no way Preacher Ackerman and Hunter Golding would say anything since they were serving out of their own faith.

The godsend lasted for 10 minutes, but Abel was already very happy with the result.

The power of Izual through the godsend seems to have a direct correlation with Abel’s power. Although the old preacher was too weak to test out the godsend’s full potential, it seemed like it had the power of a rank 21 profession.

Of course, it might just be a coincidence, but it might also be its limit.

As you know, Izual was a warrior angel from heaven. There was no way he was only rank 21. He would be a god, at least.

Still, the power of the godsend was good enough.

With Izual’s battle instinct, it would take a rank 23 to take him down, at the least.

Not to mention, its energy was from the power of god. Rank 22 and rank 21 professionals wouldn’t be able to do anything to him.

“Preacher Kun, what happened? Men!” A civilian yelled as he stepped in and saw the fallen old preacher.

All the civilians around were stunned. Preacher Kun has been around for tens of years, and everyone respected him.

“Preacher Kun has returned to the arms of god!” A gutsy man stepped up and gently placed his finger in front of the nose of Preacher Kun and lowered his voice in sorrow.

All the people around bowed, and a mournful atmosphere emerged.

No one doubted the death of preacher Kun. There were no wounds on him, so he couldn’t have been murdered.

Most importantly, he was in a chapel under the monitoring of god. No one would dare to kill a preacher here.

The news was soon reported, and an intermediate Holy Knight arrived to confirm the death of Preacher Kun.

Death from the power of god was not something you could tell by just looking, let alone an insignificant intermediate knight.

Therefore, the intermediate knight soon left with the conclusion of natural death.

It was not that the Holy Kingdom didn’t care about their preachers. Instead, it was quite the opposite. Due to how prestigious a preacher was, no one would ever murder them.

At least nothing like it had ever happened in the past thousands of years.

After all, Preacher Kun was not a young man. Although he might still have some years left in him, no one could tell.

Abel’s heart was filled with excitement as he saw another preacher guide. His future was getting brighter.

Killing preachers in the Holy Kingdom and get their Preacher guides. This way, Abel could grant out more preachers that belonged to him.

However, he soon thought of a downside. If too many preachers died in a radius of 500 miles, the Holy Kingdom might realize something was up.