Abe the Wizard - Chapter 1040

Chapter 1040: Holy Spell

He sat on a chair forged by the battle fort on the platform. In front of him was a glass of water spirit fruit juice he juiced from Blood Moor’s water spirit fruit.

It has been a month since he planted those water spirit fruit trees in the Dark World, and the supply in Blood Moor had stabilized.

As soon as he plucked a water spirit fruit, a new flower would emerge immediately and began to form another water spirit fruit.

With the care of a tree of life and elite elves, the elite elves and Abel had more than enough food.

It was only at that moment he realized how in-demand water spirit fruits became in the Central Continent. But that was too bad. He was no longer drinking water spirit fruit juices from the elves.

As time went on, the Dark World’s water spirit fruit production kept increasing, and the taste only got better as they spent more time in the mana-dense environment. Not only that, but the natural force helpful to a druid’s training also increased.

However, what excited Abel the most were not those water spirit fruit trees but the 50 squares of herbs.

1 month in the Central Continent was more than a year in the Dark World’s Blood Moor. During this time, the elite elves had totally brought his herbs planting plan into fruition.

By that point, he no longer needed to find potion ingredients himself. He could go directly to the fields and pluck them himself. This saved him large amounts of time.

The elite elves had also been growing during this time. Their bodies became taller, and some even started speaking in elite elf language.

With the first group of intelligent life, the Dark World was no longer a lifeless place.

Abel did not read a book, nor was he making potions, but at the same time, he was not resting as he drank his juice. Instead, he was answering prayers from his ancient totem.

It has been a few months since the Battle cry city was attacked, and their faith in the god of war has returned.

The lifestyle of Barbarians was slowly manifesting in front of Abel’s eyes. Their thirst for battle and experience caused many of them to lose their fighting power from injuries before they were even mature.

“The great god of war, please heal my body. I will give my soul to you!”

This amount of loyalty always bothered Doff. It was not a god, nor was he intelligent enough to take care of things like this.

Luckily it could go into the Dark World every night so its soul could have a rest.

At that moment, Abel was helping Doff with this burden. These prayers for healing injuries were the most troublesome, but Abel could still control Doff’s soul and use the power of the ancient totem as the intermediary to heal the prayer with light healing potions from his grace.

It was just that requests like this were not rare. There were many, especially after the many warriors of god had finished their training in the temple and started to spread their faith.

Abel kept giving out his grace because of this, but again he couldn’t overcome it to maintain the mystery of God.

Also, tasks like this were very draining to his will and time-consuming. He didn’t have enough for all of it.

The first idea he had was to create a holy spell that allowed those professionals to heal themselves directly with healing potions.

Although light healing potions were extremely valuable, they were nothing to Abel after getting his squares of herbs. He had been mass producing them ever since.

If it wasn’t because he couldn’t think of an explanation why a single person could make so many potions, he would definitely increase his supply to the wizard union as well.

At the end of the day, his potions were the foundation to true powers in the Central Continent, one of the biggest threats to the Holy Kingdom.

He looked at his inventory. There was a mountain of potions, more than enough for a large-scale war.

The ancient totem absorbed a lot of energy from prayers. At first, it was still hoping to become a god-like spirit, but ever since it got an owner, it returned to being a servant of God.

Since Abel had full control over Doff’s soul, he began to teach the ancient totem to respond to that prayer itself.

He created a spell that corresponded with the lite healing potion. As soon as the ancient totem received a request with this spell, it would automatically give them a lite healing potion.

At first, Abel thought it would be very hard to do this, but it was actually quite easy with the ancient totem’s correspondence with the energy of God.

He named the spell healing. Simple.

When a warrior of god said a prayer with the word ‘healing,’ the ancient totem representing god would do some analysis and decide if this prayer was worthy of healing.

Once confirmed, a lite healing potion would be emptied from Doff’s portal bag and injected into the prayer’s body.

Abel didn’t know how other gods use holy spells, but he truly felt like it was an easy job. It didn’t even need much energy from god.

Abel didn’t know, but other gods would rarely give their prayer such power. There were 2 main types of holy healing spells. The first type was similar to an actual spell where a warrior of god would ignite with their life force, but it was often ineffective.

The second type was more powerful, and it was exclusive to top-level warriors of god. It utilized the energy of god for ignition, but the energy of God was extremely rare in this world. Anyone who possessed it was reserving it for an ultimate battle with the demon from beyond.

Abel’s holy spell was called a holy spell, but he was still using potions. Only an extraterrestrial soul like Abel could think of something as ridiculous as this.

Normal healing potions were very limited in their power, and there were many side effects. Only Abel’s light healing potions from the Dark World could break all these rules, so his name as a god would definitely be destroyed if he healed his prayers with normal healing potions.

Headmaster Blair was praying to the god of war. It was a part of his day-to-day, and his faith had reached a new height of passion.

Faith was the fundamental requirement for a warrior of god to Abel, which was rare for other gods since most cared more about management ability.

However, the Barbarian’s were different. Their minds were straightforward, and they had a strong desire to fight. After all, most of them had taken the god of war as the center of existence since birth.

Abel needed the Barbarians who strayed away from the Battlecry plateau with a losing faith to become his warrior once again, so faith was the most important, not personal traits.

“My followers of the common world. I will now grant you a holy healing spell. Only the most loyal ones have the ability to use it!” A sky-shaking sound emerged from the sky and entered the praying soul of Headmaster Blair.

At this same time, this message also arrived at the soul of every madly loyal professional.

“The great God of war has granted us a new holy spell!” Headmaster Blair mumbled as tears of excitement rolled down from his eyes. He knew more than any Barbarian how much of the Barbarian’s potential was limited each year due to injuries.

Due to the lack of resources, it was almost impossible for them to save those Barbarians with potions, especially the high-ranking ones who needed powerful healing potions.

The god of war finally listened to their prayers and replied.

Headmaster Blair settled his emotions and began to study the holy spell.

The requirement for the holy healing spell was simple. Each madly loyal warrior could cast a holy healing spell after every 20 hours of faithful praying, and they could do it 3 times in a row.

Therefore, even if a warrior of god prayed for 100 hours without stopping, they could only cast the holy healing spell 3 times.

Still, all it needed was faithful prayers, not any power of the will or other energy.

“The great god of war, thank you for helping us with your power!” Headmaster Blair was deeply touched after he knew the details of the holy spell.

As the headmaster of the temple, he knew more about holy spells than any Barbarians. A god would definitely need to sacrifice its own energy to do something like this.

Of course, he had to immediately test out the power. He had accumulated more than enough faithful praying time for 3 holy healing spells, and it was exactly what he was about to do.

“Men, bring me 3 professionals with different levels of injuries!” Headmaster Blair yelled.

Soon, 3 injured Barbarians arrived at the temple. The first one had a long cut on his arm, which was normal in Barbarians standard. Even if he didn’t do anything to it, it would heal itself in a few days.

The second one was struck by an ax from the back. His face was paper white, and his back was drenched in blood.

2 Barbarians carried the third one. He was one with a chronic injury, to the point where he couldn’t even move by himself.

“I will now use a holy healing spell the great god of war granted me to heal you. Since it is my first time using the spells, I don’t know how powerful it is. But no matter what you can not lose faith in the great god of war!” Headmaster Blair lowered his voice.

“Headmaster, we will sacrifice our lives if the god of war demands. Please test the holy spell on us!” The 3 injured Barbarians yelled.

Headmaster Blair nodded and turned towards the lightly injured Barbarian.

“The great god of war, please use your power to heal!” He mumbled the spell, and a strange energy gathered on his hand.

He reached his hand with that strange energy towards the injured Barbarian, and his wounds were healed instantly.

If you were not closely looking at the newly grown skin of that Barbarian’s hand, you would not have imagined there was a long cut on his hand moments ago.

Excitement filled the face of Headmaster Blair. This was even more powerful than the holy healing spell of the documents.

“Show me your wound!” He then turned to the second Barbarian and lowered his voice.

Since he was experimenting, he had to know what he was dealing with.

“Yes, headmaster!” That badly injured Barbarian took the bandages off his back and added. “Not just my back, but my organs are badly injured as well!”

As a professional Barbarian, he was very familiar with his body’s condition.