Abel's human body stood in the air, and his spiritual power enveloped the entire city of Molu, it was hard to imagine that in such a big city, all life had turned into zombies.

Little did he know that these people had not died at the hands of the Demon King of Hell, the Lord of Fear, but had died at the sacrifice of the god-level wizard of Basham and the archangel Tyrell.

His face was heavy, he had long regarded this world as his home, and it was not the same as the dark world, where tens of thousands of years had passed since what had happened.

But the current hellish scene is happening in front of his eyes, and if he comes one step too late, what will become of this place?

The entire Central Continent, and all the subcontinents, will become a scene like the city of Meru, and the blood of hell will spread in the wails of this world.

He saw the altar, the material of which was so precious that he knew that such an altar could only be made by the god-level wizard of Basham and the archangel Tyrell.

It was clear from this altar that it was the god-level wizard of Basham and the archangel Tyrell who had brought the Lord of Fear into this world, and although he did not understand how the two of them did it, it was a threat to the whole world.

They can do it the first time, so will they do it the second time, the killing intent in Abel's eyes was pervasive.

The King of Fear is both lucky and unlucky, saying that he is lucky because his years of hard work have not been in vain, and he has found a way to enter this world that makes him salivate.

It is said that he was unlucky because after he only entered one arm, he encountered powerful enemies one after another, and he was unable to continue to expand the spatial gap.

Now he is in a dilemma, due to the suppression of this world, he is unable to use most of his special hell abilities, and after his arm is grabbed by the 'little brother', he can no longer resist.

He can only continue to channel the dark power through his arm to prevent the spatial gap from closing, and once the spatial gap is closed, the most direct thing is to cut off his arm.

There are very few things that can hurt him, but the power of space is the most terrifying of them all.

Especially this kind of spatial power with a world barrier, it is even more powerful beyond the rules.

He just wanted to quit at this time, but he couldn't withdraw his arm, and the strength of the 'little brother' was so great that he couldn't break free at all.

What made him even more furious was that the soul he had cultivated with great difficulty was equivalent to his clone, but it was constantly being killed.

If only the soul-attached body is killed, then these souls will return to his body on their own initiative, but there is an angel there, which makes it impossible for those souls to return.

Angels and demons are natural enemies, and these souls he cultivates are also the best nourishment for angels.

His heart was aching, he felt the loss of one soul after another, he felt that the angels were getting stronger, but he couldn't do anything.

"When I break through the barrier of this world, I will kill you, and I will make your head into an ornament and put it in my collection!" he could only keep scolding and threatening, but these only made the angel's body move faster.

The speed of the zombies determines that these zombies cannot escape, and the only way is to have more zombies pile up the dead angel body.

Although there was little hope, the Lord of Fear ordered the zombies to gather together first, and then form a scale to rush towards the angelic body, making the slaughter of the angelic body troublesome.

It's just that the angel body under Abel's control, after he turned on the ability of the 'World Tree' phantom, has the same ability as the previous 'World Stone', or even more powerful, making the battle of the angel body more skillful.

The angel body first took a bottle of 'stamina potion', and then struck a group of about two thousand zombies.

Just think about the existence of two thousand forty-five levels, this kind of strength is enough to sweep away the entire Central Continent.

The Central Continent has gone through countless years, and now except for Abel and the outsider Archangel Tyrell, there is only such a forty-fifth level existence as Basham's god-level wizard.

No matter how slow the zombies are, they are unkillable beings in this world.

The angel's body was like facing a swarm of ants, and his body easily avoided the claw attacks of several zombies, and the 'Holy Angel's Sword' in his hand swept the necks of the three zombies at the same time at the most suitable angle.

The attack power blessed by the 'concentration' aura allowed him to cut off the heads of the three zombies with this sweep, and at the moment when the poisonous mist formed, he just moved in the other direction.

While letting go, the 'Sword of the Holy Angel' in his hand did not pause, or the 'Sword of the Holy Angel' did not let go at all, but just changed the angle and swept it again.

The necks of three more zombies were severed, and his figure flickered flexibly among the zombies, and at this time he didn't even need to use the 'teleportation' spell on the rune word 'maze'.

Every zombie wants to hit the angel's body, but every movement of the angel's body is accurate to the slightest centimeter, which is no longer a battle, but a kind of art.

He was like dancing, and every time he dodged, several zombies were decapitated, and behind him was always the scene of poisonous fog bursting, but he was not stained at all.

As more and more zombies are killed by him, he finally understands where the benefits of the zombie soul after being killed should be applied.

The space inside the 'Crystal Angel Statue' in the soul of the druid child became wider and wider, and the light power of his angelic body was also enhanced.

After killing about 10,000 zombies and obtaining 10,000 souls, the growth of his strength was normally equivalent to the results of his cultivation for a hundred years under the sufficient supply of faith power.

Abel also understood the reason for the formation of the phantom of the 'Crystal Angel Statue' at this time, he originally thought that the archangel Tyrell should also have such a space, but seeing that the archangel Tyrell chose the kingdom of God as the real world, he understood that the archangel Tyrell must not have such a special space.

You must know that the strength of the angel's body has already reached the god level, but it has not been suppressed by the world at all, and the reason for this is in this 'Crystal Angel Statue' phantom.

Without a space like the Kingdom of God or the real world, any god-level powerhouse will be suppressed by this world, unable to fly, and many abilities will be limited.

The angel body is special because he was born in the Central Continent and was born under the witness of the rules of the world.

Because he was born with god-level abilities, he naturally produced a space like the kingdom of God or the real world under the effect of the rules of the world.

Bottles of 'stamina elixir' were taken by the angel's body, because of the existence of the King of Fear, Abel didn't want the angel's body to feel fatigued, and kept in the best fighting state at any time.

In addition, although these zombies are slow, their attacks are not weak, and the physical attacks with poison are attached to the poison in addition to the huge power.

With the body of an angel, it doesn't matter if he is hit by one or two zombies, but if there are too many zombies that hit him at the same time, he will not be able to take it either.

The poison of hell, especially the poison created by a demon king like the Lord of Fear, is not so easy to bear, the time he was hit by the poisonous mist, it was directly one-fifth of his vitality, plus continuous poisonous damage.

This is still the physique of the angel's body, and if it is replaced by Abel's human body, at least half of the vitality will be directly consumed.

The slaughter continued, and the Lord of Fear had long since stopped cursing, knowing very well that cursing had no effect at all, and that he could only keep struggling to break free from the shackles of his 'little brother'.

But after receiving Abel's orders, the faithful 'little brother' is tasked with capturing the King of Fear, and he will not let go until his life has stopped.

The most pitiful thing is that the dark power of the King of Fear and the dark power of the 'little brother' are fundamentally the same source, and the dark power of the King of Fear cannot cause damage to the 'little brother', and can only wrestle with each other through their arms.

At this time, around the city of Melu, Abel's six contractors had already held one side and surrounded the city.

They certainly didn't come here to fight, but to stop anyone who wanted to enter, and it had become off-limits.

The Intelligence Department of the Wizards' Guild also discovered the upheaval in Melu City, and the most active McPhee god-level wizard was the first to arrive at the scene and saw the familiar god-level one.

"Stop, this is a forbidden area, no one is allowed to enter!" God-level One said in a deep voice.

"Have you seen God-level One, Lord Abel is in the city?" asked McPhee, a god-level wizard, bowing to God-level One.

His respect for God-level No. 1 comes from Abel, and he knows very well that this is Abel's contract.

"It's McPhee God-level wizards here, come from the sky!" Abel's voice rang out from afar.

With the scope of his spiritual power, he had already discovered the arrival of McPhee's god-level wizard.

With his order, God-level No. 1 naturally let McPhee God-level wizards enter the circle.

When McPhee's god-level wizard flew in the air and approached the center of the city, his face became extremely ugly, and he felt the strange zombies on the ground, each of which had a breath stronger than him.

Fortunately, these zombies don't seem to use their breath, otherwise he would have been suppressed from the air and dropped to the ground by now.

Even so, his whole body was weak, which was the feeling of facing a large group of supreme powerhouses.

When the strongest can also be hundreds of thousands of numbers appeared, just as he was thinking about it, he saw a pile of corpses in the center of the city.

Those corpses were all zombies, he could hardly believe it, those corpses were all the corpses of the strongest zombies.

There are hundreds of thousands of these corpses alone, what kind of powerful existence does it take to kill so many supreme zombies.

As he was thinking about it, he saw the presence of the Mighty Zombie who was easily killing the Mighty Zombie, an angel with four wings on his back.

He almost turned his head and tried to run away, thinking he had met the archangel Tyrell.

"McPhee god-level wizard, come here!" he heard Abel's voice, and then he saw Abel waving to him in the air.

"Lord Abel!" he hurriedly stepped forward and bowed.

"There has been an invasion of hell here, the god-level wizard of Basham and the demons outside the sky have summoned the Hell Demon King, I am solving it, you ask the wizards guild to send someone over and prepare to clean up the battlefield!" Abel commanded.

In the end, there will be 1.3 million corpses of level 45 zombies here, plus the blood of hell, and professionals will have to come and clean them up.

Of course, this matter was solved by the Wizards' Guild, and Abel himself didn't have time to do this, and now he was the president of the Wizards' Guild, so he let his subordinates do it.

"Yes, Lord Abel!" the McPhee god-level wizard responded.

His gaze was on the arm above a strange altar on the ground, and the 'little brother' who was tangled with the arm.

He naturally knew how powerful the 'little brother' was, and it was just an arm, and he was in a stalemate with the 'little brother', which made him even more horrified.

Hearing Abel talk about the Hell Demon King again, it goes without saying that this is the Hell Demon King.

He couldn't help but be glad that Abel was there, otherwise the Central Continent would not be able to stop such an enemy at all.

His figure when he left Molu City was a little brisk, and with such a powerful existence as a backer, what else was there to fear.

The battle lasted for two days, and the movements of the angel's body remained efficient and precise, like a sophisticated killing machine.

The 1.3 million level forty-five zombies were all the same beheaded, and their souls were absorbed by the angelic body.

A pure white light flashed above his body, which was due to the rapid increase in strength and the overflow of energy.

After taking out one million three hundred thousand level forty-five zombies, he shifted his target to the Dreadlord's arm.

With the momentum of 'Charge' and the effect of 'Focus' Aura aura, the 'Sword of the Holy Angel' slashed down towards that arm with the power of light.

The 'Sword of the Holy Angels' sank into the thick arm, cutting a wound several inches deep in it.

However, as soon as the 'Sword of the Holy Angel' was pulled out of the thick arm, the wound recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Boy, I have infinite energy to consume with you, and you can't hurt my arm for 10,000 years!" cried the Lord of Fear.

The King of Fear, who is outside the world, has countless hellish blood around him, and these hellish blood envelops him in it, although it does not act on the wound on his arm, it can also make the wound in his arm heal faster.

There is only one arm in the world, and there are advantages and disadvantages.

The downside is that after his arms are tied, he loses his ability to attack.

But the good thing is that the arm is not his key point, but his strongest weapon, which is not much of a threat when put in danger.

He hated Abel very much in his heart, this guy who made him lose the soul incarnation that he had cultivated with great difficulty, even if he was a 'little brother' now, he would not leave this world like this.

He needs to make Abel pay, otherwise the anger in his heart will not be vented at all.