Abe the Wizard

not have a complete understanding of the divine, he had to make sure that the souls were enough to make any major decision on how to use them.
Doff could gain twenty-something worshippers with the ancient totem it was holding, but this fanatic knight could hold two thousand more than that.
It’s why he had to hold onto any resource for divine power if he absolutely had to.

By now, all the fanatic knight’s orifices were filled with blood.
Even its spirit was injured, and the brain was under constant shock damage.
Abel continued using his soul potions and full recovery potions.
He did not spare his potions, knowing that it was not a logical move to force centuries’ worth of knowledge into one single spirit.
He knew the risks of doing this, and thankfully, he was a powerful master that knew how to keep the damage to a minimum.
Whenever the wounds became lethal, he would continue to supply potions.

After using the tenth bottle of either potion, Izual was done passing the knowledge.
He bowed on the ground and resumed praying.
He went back to supplying worship power to the crystal angelic statue.
Abel could see that the fanatic knight was drawing a “shield attack” rune in front of him.
It was a bit awkward at the start, but eventually, it became faster and more relaxed.
Finally, the rune was appearing in full form the moment it was unleashed.

Abel was confused with that, actually.
As genius as the fanatic knight was, it shouldn’t be possible to master this knowledge so quickly.
Soon, he inserted his power of the Will into the soul of the fanatic knight.
He was surprised to see that the knowledge transfer was not practice but more like revision.
After repeatedly practicing the spells over several centuries, it became possible to integrate each one of them to the biological functions of the fanatic knight.
Eventually, casting the spells became something that could be done with reflex.

Once the fanatic knight began learning to “pray,” Abel started laughing.
He could see that things were going as he expected.
Underneath him and Johnson, a blue mist light ring appeared.
It was like he was soaking his body into a hot spring.
Strange energy was walking around him, ready to fix any wounds that were on him.
He could finally feel the spiritual qi light ring of the sacred knight.
Although he did sense the meditation ring with his rune of “inspection,” he had never really understood the true power of the two sacred knight systems.
This was his chance now.

Very quickly, spiritual qi light rings started emerging beneath him.
Every time there was a new one, the smile on his face would appear wider.
He realized that the knowledge transfer from Izual was actually a full set.
There was “redemption” and “rescue” for defense, “fanaticism” and “faith” for attack, and “heavenly fist” for tactics.
All three systems were learned and mastered, just like that.

When he thought back to Wizard Malon, the process wasn’t this smooth.
All that was preserved was freezing spells, whereas the other spells were lost during the resurrection process.
Abel tried to let Frankenstein master fire-level spells, and he ended up spending years inside the dark world to actually manage to do that.
That was after supplying him endless mana sources and a fire heritage item.

For the class of sacred knights, if there was an incomplete system, Abel just had no ways of fixing it.
He had no way of knowing the pre-conditions for training a sacred knight’s top-level spells.

Abel couldn’t help but sigh, “The Sacred knight is a broken class, I see.”

Yes, powerful, but that strength came from faith.
If the faith were lost, the sacred knight would be powerless.
The spirit could take away the power anytime it wished to, too.
It was not like Abel’s worshippers could be stripped of their powers if the demon from beyond wanted to, though.

By the way, Abel admired the power of a sacred knight, but he didn’t enjoy the power that was supplied and achieved through restraint.
It was an unfortunate thing because he had no ways of developing his other worshippers apart from his divine blessings.
He was not a spirit himself, so he never really had the ability to unleash his crystal angelic statue.
There was also another thing, and that’s if the fanatic knight survived this one.

Abel laughed as he saw the fanatic knight, “I’ll give you a name now, I think.”

He had to be careful not to use the fanatic knight on the central continent.
He didn’t want to have the whole population hunting him down, so he only brought him into the dark world.

“Bruce? Bruce, I guess.”

It was a reference to Bruce Willis from a movie he saw in his previous life.
Having received the name, the fanatic knight called Bruce had all sorts of runes flashing in its eyes.
There seemed to be quite some time needed to master this knowledge, so it seemed.

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