The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

"That's meaningless of you to say it like that. I can do whatever I want, right? This is my life, it doesn't belong to you or your god."

After saying that, Fera paused for a moment, touched his chin, and then said somewhat uncertainly:

"However, that doesn't seem quite right, cough cough cough... After all, it's related to you now too."

With a strange gaze that made Palmer's hair stand on end, the Constipated Knight laughed:

"Haven't you realized it yet? Our lives, cough cough cough... are already intertwined."

Didn't you realize it? No, Palmer had actually realized the problem a long time ago, but he just couldn't believe that the other party would actually dare to do it!

Palmer came here with the mindset of going to his death, not intending to leave alive, but he did not expect that the other party would have the same idea as him.

To live and die together.

And he actually managed to do it!?

"Impossible! You're clearly just a legend, how could you... cough cough cough!"

With each cough, Palmer felt a change in his body.

He felt himself becoming younger...

The sudden burst of new vitality into his aging body did not bring him joy; instead, he felt a chill run down his spine.

At the same time, another chilling feeling was gradually becoming stronger.

weak.

The swelling and dryness in his throat, the burning sensation in his lungs as if they were on fire, the rapid loss of strength in his body, and the heavy fall to the ground.

The incongruity of being young and extremely weak amplified Palmer's unease.

Cough cough cough!!!

His lungs suddenly felt as if they were being filled with flowing magma, and the pain that made him want to scream involuntarily erupted in his lungs.

"No, we can't just sit here and wait to die! There must be a solution!"

But just as Palmer was still fighting back and preparing to fight to the death, the consumptive knight suddenly covered his eyes with his hands.

"Ah—this feeling of powerlessness, this stagnant lake before my eyes, is this what aging feels like? Is this what health feels like?"

Tears of emotion welled up from between his fingers, flowing down his chest and making the whole scene even more eerie.

"Thank you! For letting me experience this feeling."

The two men, who were originally enemies, were now facing each other. One lay weakly on the ground, panting heavily, while the other, sitting in a wheelchair, thanked the enemy on the ground with tears streaming down his face.

"Cough! You damned bastard... I won't let you get away with this, cough cough cough..."

His condition deteriorated rapidly within minutes, and Palmer watched as the Constipation Knight aged quickly, with large patches of age spots appearing on his body.

"Although you seem to hate me, I have always been grateful to you."

Wiping away his tears, the consumptive knight, who looked decades older and still aging, shook his head and said hoarsely:

“I am very grateful for your appearance, for being here alone, and for allowing me to kill you.”

"And thank you for killing me."

Wearily leaning back, the tuberculosis knight slowly closed his eyes and muttered:

"Just a friendly reminder, at this point, you don't really need to struggle anymore. Say your last words quickly..."

He shut his mouth before he finished speaking, like an old man peacefully sleeping on a warm afternoon.

He hadn't slept so peacefully in a long time.

Such a peaceful sleep is simply a miracle...

"Do not……"

Ferra was asleep, but Palmer couldn't.

This can't go on!

Blow up!

Remembering the archangel's self-destruction before his death, Palmer made up his mind.

I can't die so miserably; I must... I must complete my mission!

"Go to hell... cough!?"

Chapter 463 Isn't nothing the same?

The power within him was rapidly fading, but even the remaining portion was enough to cause immense damage to the world.

This was Palmer's initial mission: to launch a suicide attack on the Land of Fallen Gods, creating as much smoke as possible to distract humanity's high-level forces and buy more time for the other saints to "hunt" them down.

Palmer's mission from the very beginning was to pay with his own life; he came to end his own life and make the greatest possible contribution.

What Palmer didn't expect was that, in the end, he not only failed to restrain many legends, but was instead restrained by a strange patient, and now he was going to die with him.

How embarrassing!

The "miracle" within him belonged to the gods. This power, derived from divinity, was especially effective for a saint like him who relied on divinity for advancement.

He is elevated by divinity, but also subject to divinity.

Although it happened very quickly, Palmer already knew very well that he was not going to survive.

His lifespan was already nearing its end, and now, with the added burden of this unknown disease, he had absolutely no chance of survival.

but……

Do you think I would accept it without resistance?

Perhaps the passage of time has made Palmer conceal his ferocious fangs, but he has never been a soft-hearted person and would not admit defeat so easily.

You want to outdo me in craziness, huh?

"How can the suffering of you mere humans compare to the pain we felt when we lost our divine connection?"

"Your suffering is less than mine!!!"

With his jaws clenched tightly, Palmer stared at the sleeping tuberculosis knight, a mad, bloodthirsty glint in his eyes.

He still remembered that the place where they fought was not far from the temporary hospital in the First Blood War Zone. Now, even if he could not take away more legendary lives, taking away these young and outstanding humans would be a success in itself.

"Then, let you all be buried with me."

Without further hesitation, he directly activated the last of his power.

Boom boom boom!

A violent roar emanated from his chest, as if unstable pressure was constantly rising, tearing his bones and flesh apart.

In just half a minute, Palmer would become the biggest bomb in history, causing irreparable damage to humanity...

"If only they had just self-destructed from the beginning... But looking at the result, didn't it make no difference?"

Palmer originally thought so.

"All for the sake of God!"

But just as he mustered his last strength to self-destruct, his angry roar got stuck in his throat.

laugh!

Suddenly, a huge wooden wedge was driven into the ground behind Palmer!

The silvery-white wooden wedge pierced his saintly skin and took root in his flesh.

The wooden wedge, made of an unknown material, contained energy that caused Palmer's expression to change drastically. It directly sealed off the surging power within him, leaving no trace of it!

"Heh heh... No, that's impossible."

There can't possibly be anything in this world that can seal this power, unless... no, that's even more impossible!

How could humans possibly possess such divine artifacts?!

cough cough...

He coughed up a lot of blood, and Palmer glared at the second enemy who had disappeared for so long, a man he hadn't even realized was missing.

When did I start to ignore the other person's existence?

If I really think about it now, the patient must have been resurrected when the two of them were killed for the first time, while the cold-blooded man died completely.

Is this another miracle?

"You did it, cough cough cough! What did you do!?"

Grand Duke Hanci, wearing a mask, loosened his grip on the wooden wedge, stared at Palmer with icy eyes, and remained silent.

He didn't have the habit of answering questions for others, let alone for his enemies.

In silence, Hanci raised his right foot high and then slammed it heavily onto the wooden wedge.

boom!

The impact, fueled by rage, caused the wooden wedge to pierce Palmer's chest, pinning him to the ground!

"cough!"

His body was like a deflated balloon, with chaotic forces within him surging uncontrollably toward the wooden wedge, along with his life force, which was like a candle flickering in the wind.

"Do not……"

After doing all this, Hanci confirmed that Palmer could not break free on his own and turned to leave, gently pushing the wheelchair of the Constipated Knight.

Without making a sound, he escorted Fera away and disappeared in a few breaths, leaving Palmer trapped in the unknown mist.

"Come back! Cough..."

You can't leave, you can't!

Do not……

I cannot die here yet; I have not done anything yet.

"My lord!!!"

Palmer was humiliated and nailed to the ground, using his last strength to look up at the sky, hoping to see the glory of the gods one last time.