Boluogo knew that he couldn't ask anything else, so he started talking about something else. He looked at this strange space.

"You are omnipotent in your land, right?"

"You can understand it this way."

When he met the tyrant before, he still needed certain rituals to call him, but in the tyrant's land, he seemed to be no longer bound and could appear as he pleased, even extending his protection to everyone.

The physical restraints had disappeared before, and Boluogo stretched his body vigorously, just like a warm-up exercise before a battle.

"Then before I leave here and work hard for us to help each other, I have some small requests."

"for example?"

Boluogo thought for a while and asked tentatively.

"Want a glass of orange juice?"

The tyrant was stunned for a second, then laughed again. He snapped his fingers, and a glass of orange juice appeared out of thin air in Boluogo's hands.

Boluogo took a sip, and the taste was no different from the orange juice in his memory. He even said that the tyrant even chilled it for him kindly.

"Is there anything else?" the tyrant asked again.

"Hmm? Let's have some music."

A ray of light fell, and a record player was reflected in the darkness. If Bologo saw it correctly, this was the one he had at home.

"Yes, Not Bad."

Bologg stood up slowly, and at this moment the tyrant also appeared in front of him. He suddenly stretched out his hands and hugged Bologg's head tightly with both hands.

The cables on the face began to twist and split, revealing a hundred scarlet eyes, which all looked at Boluogo's eyes.

"You... are of extraordinary value."

The tyrant seemed to have spoken a magic spell. He let go of his hands and merged with the darkness.

When the light lit up again, Boluogo returned to the dim land. Everything just seemed to be an illusion, but he still held a glass of orange juice in his hand.

There were bursts of coughing, and Boluogo turned his head, only to see that Palmer's injuries were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and at the same time, a heavy layer of ether was protecting his body.

Not only him, but also himself, the power from the tyrant protected Boluogo.
Chapter completed!