Becoming a creator in prehistory

A group of people from Hengcheng came to the periphery of the dead fog, looking at the tumbling fog, Mei Ben was both afraid and curious.

When he was in the logging camp, he had heard of the death fog.

After the Druid sect shrunk, the dead fog was the biggest enemy of the loggers, but none of the loggers who entered it could come out alive.

Meiben really wanted to know what the true face of this deadly fog was.

But this time, the opportunity was right in front of us.

I saw that Longinus squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, and then said:
"There are a large number of werewolves' footprints and aura here, and it is possible to gather frenzied werewolves in one place. As far as I know, only Benu can do it.

Meiben, your conjecture is correct, the target has indeed come here, and there is a high probability that it has already entered the dead fog. "

Hearing Longinus' analysis, a knight of truth next to him couldn't help asking questions.

"Master Holy Fool, isn't the dead fog a restricted area for the living? How can the living enter it without incident?"

Upon hearing this, Longinus shook his head and replied:
"I don't know what method Benu used to enter the dead fog, but judging from the footprints, he has indeed entered.

Now, the only way to determine whether he is within the dead fog is to follow the footprints.

If we can find Bennu in the dead fog, our mission will be half done. "

Seeing this, Mei Ben asked in surprise:
"Teacher, do you have a way to lead us into the dead fog?"

Longinus heard the words, and replied as a matter of course:
"Of course, mortals avoid the dead fog, but that doesn't include gods.

I am a member of the family of gods, and I am also a holy fool who pursues the wisdom of the Creator. How can the mere dead fog compare to the majesty of the eternal truth of the Creator. "

While speaking, on the high tower of Hengcheng thousands of miles away, the light of the sun of truth suddenly soared.

The light of this eternal sacred artifact began to radiate, and it hid on the outskirts of Hengcheng. It planned to wait for passers-by to catch the monsters of the tooth-making sacrifice, but it was irradiated by this sudden strong light, and it was turned into ashes on the spot amidst the wailing.

But the light of the Sun of Truth is still expanding outwards, and the light continues to gather from a loose state, spanning thousands of miles, until it comes to the Holy Fool.

In the astonished eyes of everyone, Longinus looked at the ball of light in front of him and said with a satisfied smile:
"Although it is only the afterglow of truth, it is enough for us to be safe in the dead fog.

OK, let's go. "

As he spoke, he grabbed the ball of light with his hand and strode towards the dead fog.

Just like what the Holy Fool said, facing the rays of the sun of truth, the dead fog instinctively moved out of the way as if it had been scalded by boiling water.

Seeing this, Meiben and the other knights of truth hurriedly followed behind the Holy Fool, walking towards the depths of the dead fog.

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Everyone who lives in this world has his own regrets, and Benu is no exception.

Although he has broken through the limit of the golden family's lifespan due to his ability to transform, he is only a mortal after all.

The death of Ashmi and James was a regret enough for him to remember his whole life.

When he learned that he had killed his younger brother with his own hands, the extreme self-blame drove him into madness, almost turning him into a lunatic.

He knew that no matter how much he repented, it would be useless, and it was impossible for the dead James to come back to life.

He used to think that Ashmi, like his younger brother, had died in the death mist, but now he unexpectedly found out that the teacher was still alive, how could he be indifferent to this.

Instigated by the strange voice, he stepped into the dead fog with determination.

He thought that he had broken free from his dream in the dead fog, and returned to sobriety from madness, and the will that he had repeatedly honed should be enough to support him to move forward in the dead fog.

Unfortunately, he still overestimated himself.

With the blessing of the moon, the power of the dead fog in the abyss was even more strange a hundred years ago.

The pitch-black mist was like living worms, constantly drilling into Benu's body from his seven orifices and pores.

He only felt that his whole body was in excruciating pain, and every organ in his body was attacking him.

The severe pain made it extremely difficult for him to take every step forward, and in the end he still couldn't hold on, and fell to his knees weakly on the ground.

"Damn it, am I going to die here?"

Just when Benu thought he was going to die, that weird voice appeared again.

"Quack, stupid druid, you actually stepped into the dead fog like this, you are looking for death."

Hearing the other party taunting with an ugly crow voice, Benu couldn't help but get a little angry.

It was the other party who kept encouraging him to come in before, and now it is the other party who is gloating at his misfortune.

Furthermore, the only weakness of the dead fog is the brief moment between day and night.

The sun no longer rises in the eternal night, this only weakness has disappeared, and there is no other option for him not to break through.

Benu, whose body was in a state of overwhelm, had no strength to respond to the other party. He silently endured the pain, preparing to face his own death calmly.

When this idea came up, the voice in the ear suddenly stopped ridiculing, but became kinder.

"Druid, my friend, since you can't bear everything in front of you, why don't you ask me for help.

We haven't known each other for a day or two. Do you still remember that I provided you with important clues many times before? I am very willing to help you. "

With the sound of crows rang out from Bennu's ears, he was surprised to find that the dead fog that had invaded his body was constantly pouring out, and seeing them scrambling for the first place seemed to be frightened.

This is the first time that the strange voice has shown its ability, and it has such an amazing effect when it is shot.

"Quack, how about it, my ability is not bad.

Alright, hurry up and find your teacher Ashmi, the abyss in the dead fog makes me sick, I won't protect you forever. "

Without being reminded by the other party, Benu, who got rid of the danger of his life, embarked on the journey to find Ashmi again.

However, searching aimlessly is not an efficient way to find someone, especially compared to the Hengcheng pursuers who followed him and followed the werewolf's footprints.

Not long after they were on the road again, the two sides met in the dark mist.

"Teacher, look, it's Benu, he's there!"

As a person who has seen Benu's real body, Mei Ben recognized the person in front of him at a glance.

On the other side, Benu didn't expect to meet other people in the dead fog.

Moreover, the other party was still the one who pointed the way for him and had a predestined relationship.

However, when he saw the Holy Fool and the Knight of Truth behind him, he immediately understood that the other party was not kind.

Bennu never sits idly by, and usually takes the initiative to meet threats.

Accompanied by a loud whistle, a large number of werewolves rushed out of the dense fog, and rushed towards the Hengcheng group. A big battle was inevitable...