The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

Even as he crushed his own body, he was coughing and laughing at the same time.

This is a madman, a complete pervert!

Palmer was no stranger to madmen; in the initial period after the gods disappeared, many devout priests went into a semi-mad state.

It was also through his own efforts in purging those fanatical priests that the stability of the church was finally maintained.

But the withered, sickly fellow before him was different from those priests; he was more powerful, and also more insane.

He even left Palmer feeling like he didn't know where to begin.

His body is exceptionally fragile; a legendary-level attack would be enough to destroy it. However, he possesses an incomprehensible regenerative ability, and he also exudes a faint but dangerous aura.

Moreover, this feeling was gradually getting stronger, reaching its peak when Palmer himself started coughing.

wrong!

what is happening?

What exactly did I miss?

He said it was some being's favor towards him... wait!

preference?

"!!!"

Suddenly, an unlikely conjecture occurred to Palmer, and even his equestrian servant trembled violently.

No way...no way, no way!

But apart from this possibility, there seems to be no other explanation.

Palmer trembled slightly, staring at the consumptive knight who had returned to normal, and asked incredulously:

"Could it be that you are a... Scroll Master?"

The Divine Scroll Master!?

Could this man actually be a follower of some evil god?

The personalities and allegiances of deities are different. Some actions that they see as expressions of their own preferences are actually very difficult for mortals to bear, and may even bring pain and disaster.

If this man is a divine scroll reader of a deity, then everything can be explained.

Perhaps it was a deity who controlled disasters and diseases who took pity on the consumptive knight and gave him this thing, which she considered to be very wonderful.

When Palmer pressed him for an answer, the Constipated Knight made no attempt to hide his true feelings. He tilted his head and said:

"Ah, if even you think so, then there must be some truth to it, right? Some of our researchers have actually come to similar conclusions."

Under Palmer's incomprehensible gaze, Ferra paused for a moment, then laughed to herself:

"So, I really was chosen by someone with a rather eccentric personality, right? Hahaha... cough cough, see, she has good taste."

Although the illness brought him endless torment, it did not destroy his optimistic and positive soul.

After so many years of endurance, Fera has been able to bear the pain caused by the illness and has begun to find joy in every detail of life.

Even the title "Taxoprostol Knight" was first used by him, and only later did it spread to the outside world and become known to others.

Otherwise, such a discriminatory title would not be accepted by others, so self-deprecation is fine.

It was his nonchalance and indifference that made Palmer even more confused. The aged saint couldn't understand why such a person existed.

boom!

The orc stomped his right foot hard on the ground, cracking the surrounding earth, and roared as he questioned:

"Why!?"

Why would someone like that exist?!

"Are you insane?! After receiving the favor and special treatment of the gods, you clearly understand their greatness and have experienced their supreme power. Why would you still choose to betray them?"

This situation, which he greatly envied, was met with indifference from the other party, which infuriated Palmer.

In an era when gods have vanished, to still be able to experience their favor... isn't that a kind of luck?

This is something that even extraordinary beings wouldn't dare to dream of, something they would only dream of, yet this human has trampled upon it with utter contempt.

"Since you are a Divine Scroll Master, why don't you join our ranks?"

Why choose humans, a hopeless race?

He doesn't understand!

"Why? Cough cough cough, that's a really strange question."

But facing the wolf-headed orc saint who was gradually descending into madness, with his hair standing on end, Fera, who was being questioned, simply laughed easily:

"Because I am human."

The tuberculosis knight, who looked more like an undead than a human, paused for a moment, blinked his eyelids without eyelashes, and then smiled brightly:

"Because this is our world, and I love this world."

"Do I need any special reason to protect it and resist the invasion of aggressors like you?"

Ferra's matter-of-fact answer gradually calmed Palmer's emotions, which were on the verge of madness. The elderly saint was no longer agitated, but instead looked at the enemy with a cold gaze.

enough.

That's enough. There's no need to ask anymore. This chosen one by the gods has already been corrupted by humanity.

“You overestimating human, since you are so stubborn and unrepentant, then I have no choice but to judge you, you heretic traitor, myself.”

Continuing to let him live would only bring shame upon the gods.

"If you can do that, then please do so. I look forward to that moment."

With a long exhale, Palmer lowered his body and landed on all fours, his muscles tensing as magic began to gather in his limbs.

Even the divine power of a deity cannot completely withstand external attacks. Once a certain limit is reached, the deity who possesses the divine power will also die.

Just before Palmer was about to launch his attack, Fera, who was sitting in a wheelchair opposite him, suddenly clapped his hands.

popping.

Instinctively sensing that something was wrong, Palmer didn't wait for anything to happen and rushed out.

Whoosh!

They quickly closed in on Fera, intending to kill him once again.

but……

"Alright, that concludes the final pleasantries. Thank you for keeping me company for so long."

"I am incredibly moved to have such a noble person as you to chat and confide in me in the final moments of my life."

"I feel incredibly honored to have you by my side in death."

Palmer!!?

The consumptive knight, sitting quietly in his wheelchair, placed his right fist against his mouth and coughed softly at the saint standing close before him.

"Cough cough cough."

"Cough! Cough! Cough!?"

Chapter 462 A Miracle

The moment the cough rose in his throat again, Palmer suddenly realized he had made a huge mistake.

Because of the overwhelming impact, he was completely absorbed in the matter of the Divine Scroll Master and failed to understand why he had coughed similarly earlier.

broken.

Although he realized there was a problem, Palmer did not stop moving, and due to inertia, he could not stop.

He continued charging forward, then grabbed the smiling, tuberculous knight and crushed him without hesitation with his massive hand!

Palmer didn't want to hear any more stories from the other person, nor did he care what traps they had set. As long as he killed the other person directly, all the traps and schemes would be meaningless.

But Palmer was disappointed once again, because after crushing the tuberculosis knight into a pile of minced meat, before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he heard that haunting voice again.

"Cough cough cough, for an old man like you, you seem a bit too irritable."

Slowly turning his head, Palmer found the Constipation Knight still sitting in his wheelchair not far behind him, smiling at him in the same posture as before.

With his brow furrowed, Palmer stared intently at Fera across from him, his nose twitching incessantly.

Could it be a hallucination? But based on the information Palmer received from his highly developed senses, it was all real, and he had not been pulled into a hallucination.

Although he was old and weak, his status had not diminished. If someone wanted to pull him into the illusion, the opponent would have to be at least a Saint of the same level.

But if this isn't a hallucination, then what exactly is going on?

Seeing the other person's smiling face, Palmer, who had been silent, suddenly sensed the faint divine aura emanating from the other person.

...Could it be that...?

Seeing the other person's suddenly widened eyes and the vertical child shrinking again, Fera laughed happily and nodded vigorously:

"Judging from your reaction, it seems like you've finally figured it out?"

"Yes! You're right, it's not some other force, it's... a miracle."

Miracle.

Or, in the current situation, it could also be called a miracle.

Miracles don't come without a price; often, the gods pass on the corresponding costs to mortals.

But there are exceptions. Fera is a living example, embodying the miracle that belongs to the gods in another form—immortality.

Although Fera's current condition can hardly be described as living a normal life, he has certainly not faced death.

anger!

After figuring out the cause and effect, Palmer felt an unusual rage and couldn't help but roar:

"You traitor to the gods! How could you use such a precious miracle for something like this!?"

Such a precious opportunity! Such invaluable energy! This is irrefutable proof that the gods have not fallen! How could it be treated with such contempt?