Water and Fire Twins Magician

"Is this an illusion?" Castro was stunned.

Then the excruciating pain and tinnitus came again, interrupting his imagination in one fell swoop.

"I'm afraid the auditory hallucination has worsened again..." He closed his eyes in pain.

The pain was getting more and more intense, and all his senses were numbed.

He could not feel his limbs and his whole body seemed to be melting, but the burning pain as if his whole body was burned by flames still lingered, as if even his soul was burning. This made him even suspect that he was actually dead and was being tortured in an unknown level of hell.

"Not really? Did I do anything bad in my life? Should I go to hell and be punished?"

He was just an ordinary office worker. After his first love failed, he was single for many years. He was in a daze. After get off work every day, he would either hide in his room and play games until late at night, or sit in the Internet cafe with his friends and play games.

But if you say he is an honest man, he is probably not. He has been friends with Mikami Mouya and Hebei Mouhuashen for a long time, and is praised by his friends as the essence of human porn movies; there are only a few genuine software on his computer, and he listens to music by hacking websites; when he is in the elevator during the morning rush hour, he will secretly press the close button when he sees a colleague he hates; he once picked up 20 yuan on the street, and 10 minutes later, he turned it into Shaxian snacks and ate it...

Is that all? Will I have to suffer this torture after death? I didn't kill anyone or commit any crime. I even pushed the sales lady away when she sat on my lap...

Before his eyes, there seemed to be only the blazing, endless fire of hell...

But the flames seemed to be fading, and the pain in his body was also lessening.

Soon, he no longer felt any pain, but instead felt his body was light, warm, and very comfortable, just like lying in bed in an air-conditioned room.

"What's going on? I've heard from religious friends that after death, people will be burned in purgatory, and when their sins are burned out, they can go to heaven. Could it be that I only committed minor sins in my life, and I can redeem my sins so quickly and go to heaven? But I don't believe in religion..."

As he was daydreaming, Castro discovered that his vision had returned to normal.

However, what appeared before his eyes was not the ceiling of the ward that he had been staring at for a week, but an almost completely dark, enclosed space with only a very small amount of light seeping in from the cracks in the wall.

Suddenly, a strong beam of light shone on him.

He couldn't feel his own body, nor could he raise his head, but he could rotate his vision 360 degrees at will.

He looked up and found a huge bright moon hanging high in the night sky above his head. The beam of light shining on him was the moonlight that passed through a deep well and shone on him.

Am I at the bottom of a well? This is definitely Castro's version of heaven.

Then he noticed three dark shadows quickly jumping into the well and swooping towards him.

Castro did not panic or try to run away, because he was convinced that he was dead. What could be more terrifying than death, so he acted as if it had nothing to do with him.

The three shadows quickly came to the bottom of the well and surrounded him. The shadows were all humanoid, but it was uncertain whether they were human. Otherwise, who could jump directly into the well that was at least several dozen meters deep and remain unscathed?

One of them knocked the ground with something unknown, and a fireball immediately burned at his shoulder, and the entire bottom of the well was lit up in an instant.

Only then did Castro see clearly that this was an underground space made of bricks with passages all around. It looked like an underground maze with interconnected paths.

Surrounding him were three men dressed like actors.

The one who lit the fireball was an old man with long white hair and a white beard. He was holding a wooden stick, and above the wooden stick was the small fireball.

"Hey, he's a magician." Castro judged based on his many years of online gaming experience. But before he could think about why a magician appeared in front of him, he was already frightened by his expression.

The other party was obviously ten times more surprised than he was.

"Heaven... Heavenly Fire... is real..." The old man in front of him was so surprised that he couldn't speak clearly.

The words he spoke were not a language that Castro knew at all, but he could completely understand what the other person meant, as if there was a translation AI in his mind.

The other two people also had shocked expressions on their faces, and these three people seemed to be coming for him. Castro thought, is this a messenger from heaven? Or is he playing cosplay?

The other two, one of them was tall, wearing heavy armor, with golden curly hair and beard, and a firm look in his eyes, giving off a sense of majesty without even being angry.

But now he no longer cared about his manners and was stretching out his hands, trying to hold Castro in his palms, as if he were some priceless treasure.

"Pure fire from heaven! Look at this color. Even though it's just a tiny bit of fire, it can rival all the lights on earth!"

Castro couldn't see his own body, so only now did he learn something from him.

I turned into a ball of sparks? Is this my soul?

"Be careful, Richard the Lionheart! This is the heir of the Heavenly Fire that only appears once in a thousand years! If you snuff it out with your dirty hands, the loss will be irreparable even if you lose your entire Saxon Empire!"

The third person was the one who spoke. He was wearing a gorgeous red robe, a red hat on his head, a greasy face, and a fat belly. But he exuded a holy temperament that was completely opposite to his appearance.

He looked younger than the white-haired old man, but older than the blond-haired man.

"Lionhearted Richard?" Castro looked at the sturdy golden-haired man in front of him and said, "Then is this fat man in a red robe a cardinal?"

“How could the person who inherits destiny be easily destroyed by mortals like us?” said the white-haired old man.

The three of them realized at the same time that they were participating in a major event that would affect the fate of the people of the world.