I'm called Ben. Conslet.

Many people call me the Dark Archmage, the Necromancer, the Evil Mage, the Holy See's number one public enemy, etc., etc., among these many meaningless titles, my favorite name is still the handsome old man.

This nickname came out of the mouth of a barbarian chieftain, with a hint of ridicule, and later, in the big family of the Bloodhoof Tribe, it slowly spread.

I don't know what the handsome old man means, but I like these three words very much, although it feels a little silly, but it is very kind.

I'm a Terran elemental user who has been stuck at the sub-holy level.

Thirty years ago, I was a devout disciple of the Holy Father, until one day, perhaps witnessing a tragic death of a foreign race, or perhaps feeling something, or perhaps waking up from my sleep, in short, I defected.

Actually, I'm just running away, and it has nothing to do with rebellion!

But throughout the establishment of the Holy See, anyone who dares to leave the Holy See without permission will be branded as a traitor.

I really just ran away, from the Holy See, from my dear friend Monrosa, who was slowly getting carried away by power, from the world of the Terrans, and even from the maelstrom of the continent of San Cassis.

I've been to many places, many planes, and I've seen many races.

I have seen the brave and warlike orcs, and I have been to the Beamon Shabak, which is no different from the civilization of the human race.

I've seen wild and savage ogres, and I've been to the green goblin continent where there is no grass.

I have seen lichs and winged knights who also practice evil magic, and I have been to the demon plane assimilated by dozens of races.

I've seen monsters that can only kill, and I've been to the underworld like Shura's purgatory.

I've seen too much, I've been to too many places.

I don't like the continent of St. Cassis, but I love that hot land, and I can't go back, so I stopped at the Green Goblin continent, which is closest to that plane.

I've been there for a long, long, long time, and it turns out that those green goblins are wise, and the green goblins with two heads can be used for two purposes, and they can practice two different lineages of dark magic at the same time.

I was happy to find out about this, because as an elemental user, there are only two things that are most important, the first is advancement, and the second is inheritance.

My magic notes are missing, so I don't want the mantle to be inherited.

I had a good time with the Green Goblins, and in order to teach the young Green Goblins magic skills, I would kill his father or mother at dawn, because only then would the young Green Goblins not attack me, and in the morning, I would kill one of his sisters or brothers, because only then would he listen to me honestly, and at night, I would cut off one of his fingers, because only then would he not attack me while I was asleep.

I killed a lot of Green Goblins, and finally, those Green Goblins accepted me, I didn't have to kill anymore, and those young Green Goblins would follow me to learn magic and meditation.

This went on for nearly three years, or even four years, and just as things were slowly getting better, and everything was going in the direction I had envisioned, a blind old man appeared and slashed my beloved apprentice to death with a sword, as well as his parents, brother and sister.

I swore that I would never return to the continent of San Cassis again, because I didn't want to fight my only best friend, Monrosa.

But when I saw that vigorous sword qi split through the body of my beloved apprentice, I broke my oath and returned to the continent of San Cassis again.

I'm going to break that blind old man's body to pieces, and if he hadn't been so fast before, I wouldn't have broken my oath.

What happened next, really amazing.

I met an interesting guy named Montal. Len, a Terran pretending to be a barbarian warrior, has more identity than me, a noble baron, a lord of a remote town, a group of dwarf mules, a protector of the golden dwarves, a patron saint of the poor giants of the Garnia Plains, etc., etc.

I thank that blind bad old man, because of him, I returned to the continent of San Cassis, because of him, I met Montallon, because of him I came to the Bloodhoof Tribe, because of him, I have been apprenticed to dozens of brilliant barbarians.

The rest of life was painful, but equally happy.

Fight, fight, fight, spread my prestige on every inch of the San Cassis Continent, and sprinkle the glory of the Bloodhoof Tribe on every inch of the San Cassis Continent.

In the next six months, I often sighed that giving birth to a child should be like Montal. Lun!

Following in his footsteps, in battle, I found peace, in peace, I was redeemed, in redemption I found my reason for being.

Now I am known as the Holy Venerable, and the Green Goblin Continent has a civilization that belongs to them under the education of tens of thousands of barbarians, so I am called the Holy Venerable Archmage by the Green Goblins!

Three years ago, I was ridiculous to think that a continent of San Cassis could not accommodate me and the equally wonderful and glamorous Monrosa.

But now, in the entire Green Goblin Continent plane, I am the uncrowned king!

My dear friend Monrose, just a great pope who has abdicated, enjoys glory and has hundreds of millions of Terran believers, but slowly sheds all his aura.

And I, with billions of people, although they are all green and have not very good brains, but I know that in the end, I am still the victor in the war with Monrosa, or me!

Monrosa will always wander among the three major planes, if you want to go to the demon plane, you must pass through the Green Goblin Continent, and this continent, this plane, the whole plane, is my territory, here, I am the master, so when Monrosesa called me a saint with a wry smile, I would accept his salute very seriously, in my heart, laughing, laughing heartily!

Well, to get back to the point, the three planes, billions of people, and even decades later, our descendants, may wonder what happened on that day.

All the parties involved call that day "that day", which is very embarrassing, but everyone knows what that day represents.

On that day, it represented that the three planes had completely embarked on the path of peace, representing hundreds of races, finally merging together, representing countless civilizations, colliding with dazzling sparks, representing history, and opening a new page.

That day, Montal. Len, in order to allow me and the Holy Son, that is, the current Pope Orpheus, as well as the previous generation of Great Pope Monrosa and the Terran Space Archmage Albert to evacuate safely, I was left alone in front of the hundreds of thousands of demon army.

A quarter of an hour, maybe two quarters of an hour, maybe a little longer, and when I got back to Lordaeron, and back to the battlefield with the good sons of the Bloodhoof tribe, I couldn't feel Montal. Lun's breath of life, at that moment, I just wanted revenge, revenge for the young man I swore I wanted to follow for the rest of my life.

There are many elemental users in the Bloodhoof Tribe, and they also have eyes locked, and behind me, there are also many extreme powerhouses, old blind men, two stupid dragons, the poor catastrophic defender Kaka, the druid sage Rooney, a few young people with extremely high fighting talent, etc., etc., they have also discovered that their beloved boss has lost all life qi.

At that moment, the people of the Bloodhoof Tribe behind me, for the first and only time, did not shout as they charged in the face of the enemy.

Moving forward silently, slowly, but firmly, I, like everyone else, thirsted for blood, for the enemy's, or for our own.

It was at that moment that a miracle happened.

Montal. Len, the young man we wanted to follow to the dead rocks of the sea, came back to life and became a golden dragon, soaring for nine days.

And the real enemy, too, appeared.

There is only one enemy, some call him the Holy Father, some call him Gaia, some call him Kaos, the god of chaos, and many more, call him the god of chaos, the god of disorder, the god of darkness, the source of fear, and so on and so forth.

An unusually ancient lifeform, a madman who has been sealed for tens of thousands of years, a madman resurrected through countless powers of faith.

The appearance of the madman exposes countless lies.

There are no gods, no gods, no five gods, no creation gods, no ----------- gods, just these ancient beings.

These living beings, just like us, have gone through too many years, countless beings believe in them, absorb the power of faith, they continue to grow stronger, and finally, they think they are gods, and countless living beings really think that they are gods.

Before Montallen killed him with his own hands, at least, everyone thought he was a god!

But in the end, we learned that he was not, because God could not be killed.

What is in Allen's body is not an ancient magic element, but an inevitable mission, a mission to completely end the false gods!

The false god died like that, bitten to pieces by the golden dragon, and finally, the body of the false god was buried in the cemetery at the back of the Bloodhoof tribe camp.

There are a total of six tombstones in the cemetery, five of which are false gods, and one of Montal. Len's own, ultimately, except for Montal. Len, in the other graves, there is a place that should exist.

That battle was called the Battle of Miracles, and that day was called that day.

Rock Kingdom, Outpost County, Barbarian Ancient Plains, Star Great Forest, Green Goblin Continent, Demon Plane, all of this, every place where I followed Eren to stop, was for that day, for that moment, everything was Allen's mission, and my existence, our existence, was to accompany Eren to complete that sacred mission.

Hundreds of thousands of demon armies prostrate at Allen's feet, greeting the god they should worship-------- Montal. Lun!

This hapless ghost who was bombarded by a cannonball to the Locke Kingdom, this idiot lord known as the Scrap Baron, this great lord of the ---------------- Barbarian Ancient Plains whose prestige spreads to all known planes!