“Abel, the apprentice wizards might not be able to contribute much when it comes to physical labor, but some of them came from farmland, so they might have some experience taking care of crops!” Wizard Morton knew what the grains with combat qi signified to an Earl Domain.

Knights made up most of the defense force. Although Abel’s Earl domain was not short of elite forces with all these wizards, knights with noble training were quite lacking in comparison. With this, small noble knights could grow very fast. A knight would often remain extremely fateful to the domain they were cultivated in.

“Teacher, no need for the apprentice wizards to worry. I have puppets to do physical labor. Just look at this soil, it might dry up soon if someone doesn’t take good care of it. Once it dries up, it will be useless,” Abel explained.

Of course, Abel knew it could be impossible for apprentice Wizards to do physical labor, Their bodies still hadn’t gotten used to the impact of mana, so they were too weak.

Normal farmers couldn’t enter the 6 star magic circle since it was filled with dangerous mana, so apprentice wizards were his only choice.

“You are right; I’ll organize some apprentice wizards to take on this mission now!” Even though Wizard Morton was not a farmer, he could see how bad this soil was.

“If you want any wizard resource, just ask Bartoli. I have more than enough credit points in Liante City to support everyone here. Just organize it however you like!” Abel said.

“Ok, I will take good care of them!” Wizard Morton was almost getting jealous of those apprentice wizards. They not only had good mana and accommodation, but Abel had also used his own credit points to exchange resources for them.

Liante City had the best wizard resource in the entire Holy Continent since they were in control of most of the important territories. They also had many wizards to add to the process of resource production.

Wizard Morton was stunned by Abel’s trust in Steward Bartoli. From his words, he sensed that Abel had let Bartoli take care of all his credit points in Liante City. However, Wizard Morton did not ask about it. There must be a reason why an intermediate wizard had become Abel’s steward.

At night, Abel brought Flying Flame to the Dark World. The moment he entered the Rogue Encampment, he felt a dramatic shift. A crack emerged from his forehead, and the world stone was ignited. Once again, he felt like he was in full control of this world.

Ever since he had gotten this little piece of world stone, Abel could remember anything that came across his eyes. He recalled that map of Lut Gholein as he sat on the back of Flying Flame.

It was a good thing that he didn’t have to worry about the rivers, mountains, and forests when flying. He could just keep flying straight. There was no need for detours. There was no need to waste time and effort.

Flying Flame’s speed was scary; it was a few times faster than Black Wind. Since Dragons could control the atmosphere, they could achieve maximum aerodynamic ability, and Abel could sit comfortably on its back without the wind blowing on his face. No turbulence, no need for defense.

Abel looked down at the scenery below. He felt like he was almost flying by himself, but he knew this was just an illusion gave out by the world stone. Maybe once he gathered all parts of the world stone, then he might be able to fly by himself.

Just a little piece of world stone had made him lose himself. If his body didn’t level up so dramatically, he would not even dare to touch another piece of world stone even if it was right in front of his eyes.

Abel sensed that this piece of world stone was only 1/5 of the original one. Since he had gotten this world stone from Andariel, maybe the other 4 were held by the final demons of the other 4 worlds.

Abel laughter bitterly. Even Andariel’s least powerful attack had almost wiped out his entire team. The following demons might be even more powerful.

As Abel kept thinking, Flying Flame had already exited the Rogue Encampment. By this point, he realized the Rogue Encampment looked different from the map. The desert it depicted had disappeared.

He thought he might have mistaken the desert as a valley when he was on the ground, but now from the sky, the place really was a big gap.

Yes, it was a big gap. It was as if someone had cut out the desert between Lut Gholein and the Rogue Encampment.

“The force of the universe!” Abel was overwhelmed.

He was sure the desert was cut out. From the uneven sides of this gap, he could sense a powerful force still remaining after countless years.

Who did this? Angels? Demons? Abel didn’t know, but he was sure one had to make a huge sacrifice to unleash this blow. If an attack like this could be easily made, the Dark World would have been destroyed long ago.

When Flying Flame was flying on top of the giant gap, Abel felt a sense of loss. The world stone had once again submerged, just like when he went back to the Holy Continent.

Abel looked back at the Rogue Encampment. Maybe his world stone could only show its power in the Rogue Encampment.

“Flying Flame, turn around!” Abel yelled.

Flying Flame quickly did a swirl in mid-air and speed back to the Rogue Encampment.

He was right; the world stone reignited as soon as he reached the Rogue Encampment’s territory.

“Ok, Flying Flame, turn back again. Keep flying east!: Abel gently padded on Flying Flame’s neck.

Flying Flame did not complain; it just did what Abel said.

As Flying Flame flew across the giant gap again, it’s speed had noticeably reduced.

Abel felt like his soul was getting suppressed, and the suppression was coming from the giant gap below.

Abel’s soul was chained up with Flying Flame, so they could share some feelings together. At that moment, a sense of horror came from Flying Flame. The giant gap had some scary power within it. Although this power had worn away a little bit after countless years, it was still extremely powerful at its core.

If Abel was riding a four-legged dragon instead of Flying Flame, it might have dropped right down to the ocean already. This gap was like a natural barrier separating Lut Gholein and the Rogue Encampment.

Abel and Flying Flame tried to withstand this scary pressure together. Although Flying Flame had decreased its speed, it was still progressing towards the east.

By that point, Abel was running into trouble. Although he had drunk Soul Potions, was strengthened by a dragon core, and had 240 points of will, his achievements were as thin as paper under the immense pressure he felt. From this, Abel could also see how far behind he was from Flying Flame. It was the difference of race. He was still miles behind the dragons even after countless enchantments.

At that moment, he was only withstanding half of the pressure from the giant gap, yet his soul began to shake. The only thing he could do was try his best to hold on. If he lost his soul chain with Flying Flame, he would need to take up all of the pressure by himself.