Benson tried to open his eyes, but the wind hit his face, leaving him closed. This made him more aware of the pain that came from his body, inch by inch.

A white light suddenly appeared in the originally dark vision, and Benson felt as if he was approaching the kingdom of God, and the pain in his body seemed to have become a kind of enjoyment, an experience, and a thorny road that he had to pass through to step into the kingdom of God.

"Benson!!" Two sudden shouts woke Benson suddenly, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he realized that something was being thrown at him.

It was a rope, made like a lasso, to be precise, and its round mouth was flying towards Benson's location. At this time, Benson had not come back to his senses, but he only felt that something had just landed on his neck, and he pulled it down, and his body slid directly into his waist.

Suddenly a huge pull came from the rope, Benson only felt that his waist was bent, and the whole person was pulled up like a puppet, and an even greater pain suddenly hit Benson, Benson felt that even breathing was painful at this time, if possible, he would rather close his mouth and nose.

A bone-chilling pain came from behind him, and Benson felt his flesh slowly falling off the sharp 'thumbtacks'. Benson had given up thinking altogether, and was just instinctively reciting the scriptures.

But as soon as he read two sentences, he felt that his eyes were dark, and the whole person fainted.

When Benson woke up again, he was awakened by a roar of rage.

"Mortals, you are only worthy of our livestock!" Benson felt a hint of red in his vision, and suddenly his body instinctively felt a burning sensation, and sweat began to pour outward.

"Mortals, I want you to experience what it means to be a mighty king! You scourges are the real animals! My children are hurt by you!" the cry was all too familiar.

"You dare to worship false gods! It seems that this world has not experienced fear for too long! Mortal, follow me! Only I can heal your child! I can help you! Surrender to me!" A chill suddenly spread everywhere, and the sweat that Benson had just shed began to condense rapidly, and the frost was cold. Benson clearly felt the condensation of pores and the appearance of frost flowers at this time.

Benson tried to open his frozen eyes, but after alternating between hot and cold, Benson only felt dizzy and fell asleep again.

'Kill all living creatures, punishment is lifted,' Benson heard in a daze. Unconsciously my heart suddenly calmed down a little.

When Benson was completely awake again, he was already in another dimension, not in the main god space, but in an extremely familiar place, brightly lit. Seeing Benson wake up, Borg hurried forward.

"My lord, do you feel better?"

As he spoke, Borg hurriedly handed over tea and towels.

"Is this coming back?" said Benson when he saw the scenery around him.

"Yes, my lord, I'm back"

"Mission accomplished?" said Benson, looking a little incredulous. I hurriedly wanted to enter the main god space to take a look.

Borg didn't stop either, and after a few moments, he saw Benson's expression change, but it was noticeably more relaxed.

Without waiting for Benson to ask, Borg hurriedly said, "My lord, you were taken away by the corpse knight, and it was originally a scene of nine deaths. But luckily, I met Adolf and his party, and with their help you were saved."

"But the most important thing is Lord Sid, who has found the culprit who controls these green mist and corpse knights and monsters. Do you know what? This is where this man is hiding. It was right at the foot of the corpse knight that Lord Sid had drilled into."

Borg became more and more energetic at this time, and the whole person was talking about his eyebrows. Fortunately, the subject is still Side. Otherwise, others would think that these things were all experienced by him.

"Do you know who the murderer is behind that?" Borg suddenly looked nervous, and his voice lowered a lot, only to see him look left and right several times, as if he was worried that someone else was overhearing the news.

"It's a wizard!" Borg, leaning closer to Benson's ear, word by word.

"Wizard?" Benson thought a little incredulous. I saw that he muttered to himself and repeated these two words, and the change in his expression was also very obvious, and he suddenly laughed and laughed, and finally settled on an incredible expression.

Benson shook his head, "How is that possible? Isn't this a country legend? There are dozens of rumored wizards in Stanlow City alone, relying on some foolish things to cheat the countrymen out of their money."

"My lord! a real wizard! a real wizard. A wizard who can send fireballs and create ice!And Lord Sid has gained a lot from this wizard!" Benson shook his head in disbelief. Borg is like a child who tells the truth but is not believed, and desperately needs to prove that he is right.

However, saying this, Borg's voice suddenly lowered, "It's a pity, these things happen to be needed for space missions, and in the end, Lord Sid handed over these things to space."

"However, I think maybe that day, I will be able to exchange some wizard skills in the space, and I will also be able to exchange some fireballs to play with when the time comes," Borg said again, his eyebrows fluttering.

Hearing Borg talk about the intertwining of fire and ice, Benson gradually remembered how he felt at a certain moment. Suddenly, I remembered the words I heard.

"I vaguely hear someone talking in that stone chamber, I don't know if you heard"

"Is there one?" said Borg, who had denied it beyond Benson's imagination.

"I hear the words mortal, livestock," Benson stared at Borg.

I saw him shake his head, looking extremely confused, looked at Benson, thought about it again, and thought twice.

"My lord, I really didn't hear the words, we only saw the last battle between the wizard and Lord Sid, and by the time we came to our senses, the wizard had been burned alive by the fireball he had sent. At that time, thanks to Lord Sid's cleverness, he hurriedly hid in the main god space, otherwise, he might have been burned alive."

As Borg spoke, the whole topic jumped to something else.

Benson didn't open his mouth to warn, seeing Borg's appearance, it seemed that he really didn't hear those few shouts, and he didn't have to lie to himself.

'Could it be that I really heard it wrong?' Benson shook his head slightly, and his head ached faintly at the thought of this. (To be continued.) )