The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

"You just can't deny that you're getting old..."

In this extraordinary world, age and strength are not necessarily proportional.

Those with great strength often have long lifespans, but the reverse is not necessarily true.

Although the other saints' plan was extremely dangerous, Palmer, who was as cautious as an old dog, volunteered to participate this time because...

He couldn't wait any longer.

Since the gods disappeared, Palmer has lived through a long period of time, and he is among the oldest of all the saints still in existence.

He was already a saint before the gods disappeared, and as a saint who rose to the position of Grand Patriarch through divine promotion, ninety percent of Palmer's power came from divine grace.

Now, a thousand years later, without the replenishment of divine power, he can only watch helplessly as sand slips away like sand through an hourglass, and now... it's almost completely depleted.

In recent years, Palmer has come to understand his own abilities. Although he still holds the rank of a saint, his strength is not much stronger than that of the top legends.

"My lord, when will you return? Your most loyal servant can hardly hold on any longer..."

If the gods don't return this time, Palmer may not get to see it again.

Step by step, Palmer walked out of the field hospital without encountering any attacks along the way.

"Ok?"

Are you really that timid?

Palmer was very surprised that he had not been attacked, and was even a little confused.

"Since this generation of humans is so cowardly, then I'm leaving."

Palmer wasn't lying; if they hadn't stopped him, he would have left first.

But just as they were preparing to move...

cough cough cough.

That annoying cough sounded again, this time not from behind but from in front.

call……

The wind picked up at some point, and the temperature began to drop rapidly. Before he could even take a breath, a thick white fog appeared in front of Palmer's eyes.

The cold, dense fog, with visibility of no more than ten meters, quickly created a dangerous atmosphere, but this was nothing to a well-informed sage.

"Heh, not too bad."

Squinting, Palmer's back slowly straightened, and the weariness around him began to disappear rapidly.

He is old, but he is still a saint, still an apostle of God!

"But that's not enough! No one can stop our Lord's return!"

"Ow!!!"

The aging saint raised his head and roared, his aura gradually rising, and a fierce and malevolent aura spread from him.

boom!

The immense force erupted, directly dispersing the thick fog that had enveloped them, revealing the true truth.

"!!?"

When the fog cleared, Palmer did not find the legendary human chapters ready for battle.

Only two legends appeared in the thick fog, and they didn't seem particularly...powerful.

Palmer frowned, feeling more bewildered than slighted.

Why are there only two people? And one of them is okay, but the other one...

Palmer saw a person who appeared to have suffered severe burns lying half-reclined in a wheelchair, coughing painfully.

That annoying sound came from him.

Unlike other burn patients who wrap their entire body in gauze, he left his body exposed, covered in abscesses and unhealed wounds.

Every cough aggravates the wounds on my body, causing them to either burst open and bleed or ooze pus; just looking at it makes me feel like I'm living a life worse than death.

"...Are you here to die?"

Although the other person looked weak, Palmer did not underestimate him; his question was merely a sarcastic remark.

But the wounded soldier wasn't angry at all; instead, he grinned, revealing a wide smile on his bloodied lips.

"Cough cough cough... You noticed that?"

The Constipated Knight coughed laboriously twice, stared intently at Palmer, and said:

"I really did come here to die."

他 说:

"At the same time, I will also send death to you."

Hahaha!

As if he had heard a ridiculous joke, the aged saint also burst into laughter:

"Unbelievable!"

"How dare a mere mortal offend an apostle of the gods! He is truly overestimating himself!"

His fingernails gradually became sharp, and Palmer's thin body rapidly expanded, soon transforming into a three-meter-tall, massive, wolf-headed orc.

Looking down at the tuberculosis-stricken knight in his wheelchair, the rejuvenated Palmer roared with filial piety:

"Then I will make you die completely! Repent!"

His only response was a soft cough from the Constipated Knight.

"Cough cough cough."

……

……

"gentlemen?"

The soldier guarding the teleportation array hall frowned, looking at a man who seemed dazed, and tentatively asked:

"Sir, could you please step out of the teleportation portal? You're affecting other users' access."

Chapter 457 A Sense of Discomfort

"Sir! Can you hear me!?"

No matter what they said, the man wearing the shattered mask seemed to be immersed in his own world, standing motionless.

Something is wrong!

"gentlemen!?"

They exchanged glances, and the soldier standing at the back silently made a concealed gesture towards the camera in the corner.

(Something's wrong, please provide backup!)

Although such situations are rare, their duty here is to deal with them.

With the advancement of magical technology, teleportation arrays are now virtually safe. While comfort during long-distance teleportation remains an issue, it is now possible to ensure that no accidents occur during the teleportation process.

However, while the teleportation array is safe, the people who are teleported through it are not necessarily safe.

The emergence of awakened individuals who have gone out of control due to pollution has always been a major problem that humanity has to face.

Every awakened individual who has fought against supernatural beings must undergo rigorous checks upon returning to the human settlement; only those who pass the required tests are allowed to proceed.

but!

Such a procedure cannot eliminate dangerous targets 100% of the time; there will always be some that slip through the net.

Some of the contaminated awakened individuals do not show any signs of it immediately. They appear perfectly normal on the outside, but they are like dangerous bombs, with the risk of exploding out of control.

They hide among the crowd, becoming time bombs for others.

Fortunately, with the introduction of a special monitoring device developed by the Silver Council 150 years ago, monitoring out-of-control Awakeners has become much easier and more efficient, and now very few escape.

Conversely, this also makes each of these out-of-control awakened individuals who successfully evade detection more dangerous than the last.

goo.

Swallowing hard, the soldiers continued their questioning as they slowly approached the man.

……

The man whom the soldiers were wary of—Ning Feng—stood on the teleportation array, his brows furrowed.

He heard the shouts, but he paid no attention to them; he was thinking.

Although I've left the City of Watchers and my conversation with the Stargazer is almost over, and I've learned quite a few secrets, but...

What is this sense of unease?

There's a strange feeling in my heart, the kind of awkwardness that comes from neglecting something important.

What exactly have I forgotten?

But the more Ning Feng thought about it, the deeper his brows furrowed, because he couldn't find anything amiss.

Things that shouldn't be asked have been selectively avoided, and those that could be asked have been answered.

But where exactly did things go wrong?

"gentlemen!"

Ning Feng: ?

Finally, he heard the powerful shouts in his ears. Ning Feng looked up in confusion and saw a group of soldiers who were clearly on high alert.

Ok?

Are you calling me?

Why did you call me?

Oh--