The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

But he saw nothing.

The sky remained a hazy gray, with nothing visible.

No god appeared, no angel was sent to save him, nothing at all.

Faced with this outcome, Palmer fell silent as his blood continued to drain from his body.

The last words were suddenly blown away by the wind and disappeared into the gray space.

"Your servant can no longer serve you..."

In the very end, Palmer suddenly remembered memories he himself had almost forgotten.

That was probably more than 1,600 years ago, when he was just a child who was thrown out of the tribe by the new chieftain during a winter of food shortage.

When he was left in the wasteland with his leg broken, he also looked up at the sky, watching the snowflakes fall continuously.

Palmer remembers that at that time, he had only one thought in his mind.

"so cold……"

No god came to save him then.

They are exactly the same.

At the end of death, there is nothing at all.

There is no extravagantly luxurious divine kingdom, nor any god waiting for him.

"Hasn't nothing changed?"

With that thought in mind, Palmer kept his eyes open, staring at the sky.

Until the soul is completely shattered.

……

……

"Um……"

Fera slowly opened her eyes and saw the scenery around her constantly changing.

"My friend...did we do it?"

The frost spike, carrying Fera at breakneck speed, immediately stopped, shook its head, and slowly said:

"You did it, and it was 'you' who did it."

What I did wasn't really cooperation; it was just using a powerful artifact when the situation was already decided. Any legend could do that, and I shouldn't share the honor that belongs to Fera.

But Fera himself didn't seem to care, casually waving his hand and laughing:

"Hahaha...nothing has changed, has it?"

"When you get to the very end, don't be so serious, and don't worry about these unimportant details! We just did it."

The fact that these two legendary figures joined forces to kill a saint is an astonishing feat, no matter the era.

"And in the end, I'll only cause you more trouble."

He shook his head silently, and just as Han Ci was about to answer, he suddenly paused and looked abruptly ahead.

He sensed the presence of other people...

They're rapidly approaching!

Is this rapidly approaching entity friend or foe?

The chill spread silently. Before the other party revealed their identity, Grand Duke Hanci did not hesitate to regard them as an enemy and fully activated his senses and vigilance.

He appeared silently in front of Fera, shielding him behind him. In this position, no matter what happened, he could protect him immediately.

Chapter 464 Ash Fera

Frostthorn was on high alert, but the Constipation Knight showed no sense of urgency whatsoever.

He didn't even notice that the frost spikes were already blocking his way.

Now, Fera is so weak that he can no longer perceive changes in the outside world; his legendary five senses are now worse than those of an ordinary person.

Unaware of anything amiss, Fera continued speaking to herself with her eyes half-closed:

"After I die, I'll leave the rest to you. I'll also need to take my body back with me."

Han Ci wanted to warn him, but the approaching person gave him an immense sense of pressure, and he dared not let his guard down.

"Actually, it wouldn't be a big deal not to bring them back, but I still don't really want to bury them here. It's too lonely here. They're all gone..."

Fera seemed to be hallucinating at this moment, nodding as he listened intently when no one answered.

"Go home? No, I do want to go home, but I haven't had a home for a long time... I haven't been able to go back for a long time."

As his skin wrinkled more and more, the time he was chasing gradually caught up with the tuberculosis knight, causing his body to age rapidly.

This is the price to pay.

Ferra gave Palmer her illness and youthful life, but in doing so, she also received the fate of aging and death from him.

This might be an unbearable price for others, but for Fera, who was determined to die, it was something he had always dreamed of.

Only to avoid letting his life pass away meaninglessly, he held onto the forbidden power he obtained from that great man until today before finally using it.

Fera has endured this hardship all by himself.

Now that I have fulfilled my mission, there is no reason for me to continue, and I can let go.

Moreover, I haven't felt this healthy in a long time.

Grand Duke Hanci: "…………"

Completely unaware of the approaching danger, Fera muttered to herself for a while before suddenly falling silent, her mood becoming somewhat somber. She then slowly spoke:

"Oh right, there's something I've never told you. I originally wanted to take it to my grave, but now that the moment is really coming, I feel I can't be so selfish."

"Glory doesn't matter, it's just... once I die, no one will remember them anymore."

ho ho...

Breathing became difficult, but Fera seemed completely oblivious, as if the discomfort was nonexistent to him.

“Fera is not my name, but a code name; it is actually my surname.”

“My name is Ash, Ash Fera, I won’t go into the long string of words in the middle, you wouldn’t remember it anyway.”

Ash chuckled twice, his somber mood returning to normal, and spoke calmly:

"Ferra, a rigid family that was not particularly noble, but which never tarnished the spirit of nobility until its demise."

"And I... am the last survivor of the Fera family, a prisoner exiled to this era, just a coward who should have died long ago but only dared to die now."

The scene before him became increasingly blurry. Ash couldn't even see the world a meter away. His surroundings were like chaos, or like a kaleidoscope turned upside down.

But Ash felt no fear, not at all.

Because he knew his friends were nearby, there was nothing to be afraid of, and he could finally rest.

Will you remember me?

"If you really can't remember it, it's okay."

While I sincerely hope you'll remember that at least we existed...

"Alright, my friend, thank you for being with me all this way... It's time to say goodbye."

As Ash slowly closed his eyes, he no longer resembled the "Consumptive Knight" at that moment; he looked like a weary old man who had finally passed away peacefully.

Darkness enveloped him, and his body felt as if it had fallen into an endless abyss, floating lightly.

Just as Ash's consciousness was about to fade away, a bright light suddenly flashed in the darkness.

The dazzling light pierced the darkness and moved at an incredible speed, rapidly approaching his direction!

"……Um?"

Ash opened his eyes and saw a peculiar figure stop in front of him.

It was a man he had never seen before, with gentle eyes and a warm aura.

No, Ash had actually met him.

The man before her gradually overlapped with the figure in her memory, until finally they were indistinguishable.

So it really is true!

I've seen you before!

Ash stared wide-eyed at the radiant man, his excitement growing:

"Did you come to pick me up? So, there really was someone waiting for me!"

The man paused for a moment, then nodded and smiled gently:

"Of course, I'm here to pick you up."

The gentle words gave Ash a surge of courage, and he straightened up with all his might.

"Then they! Are they waiting for me too?"

"Will do."

Smiling happily like a child, Ash shakily raised his hand, trying to grab the man's sleeve, but it fell limply halfway up.

"That's great! That's great..."

The old hand, tormented by illness, fell weakly, only to be gently caught by a pair of hands as it was about to slam down.

After a long wait, he met his end at the most exciting moment.

He faced his death without regret.

"……Good night."

Like a gentle whisper, Ning Feng murmured softly and gently placed Ash's hand on his chest.

Ning Feng didn't know who the other person had mistaken him for in the end, but he didn't mind.