Neither of these two points was unusual in this temporary hospital full of injured patients, but Palmer Saint still felt a long-lost fear at this moment.
too close.
It's so close!
Almost like a slight cough in the ear…
"who!?"
Turning around suddenly, Palmer's dog's head had all the wrinkles smoothed out, and he glanced with fierce and sharp eyes.
No?
In his saint-level vision, there is nothing inconsistent with the picture in front of him, and it is still the same as before.
Sniff.
Moving his nose, Palmer used all his natural abilities to search for enemies within the restraint range.
……No.
Compared with the previous half hour, no new smell entered, and no individual existed that could pose a threat to him.
But as a saint who has been famous for many years and the ancestor of the dog-headed orcs, although Palmer is old enough, he does not feel that he has reached the age where he will have auditory hallucinations.
Saints do not hear hallucinations.
Instead of relaxing his vigilance, he became more cautious, trying his best to hide his figure while continuing to search for the unknown shadow.
"Where will it be!?"
Is this the human countermeasure?
But where is he?
"snort!"
After searching for a long time without making any progress, Palmer's nervous mood calmed down and he sarcastically muttered to himself:
"A bunch of sneaky guys, since you don't dare to come out, then I'll leave."
Turning over and walking off the occupied hospital bed, Palmer crouched and slowly walked toward the exit.
His movements were not fast. He really looked like a dying old man in his twilight years. Every step he took was trembling, as if he would fall down with the next step.
This is not just an appearance, his body has really reached the point of decline and is no longer at its peak.
Waiting for the humans to attack, Palmer smiled bitterly in his heart.
"It's really not okay to refuse to accept old age..."
In this extraordinary world, age and strength may not be directly proportional.
Beings with strong strength often have a long lifespan, but not vice versa.
Although the plans of other saints this time are very dangerous, Palmer, who has always been as cautious as an old dog, took the initiative to participate this time because...
He couldn't wait any longer.
Palmer has endured a long time since the disappearance of the gods. Even among all the existing saints, he is also the oldest one.
He was already a saint before the gods disappeared, and as a saint who was promoted to the patriarch by the gods, 90% of Palmer's power comes from the gifts of the gods.
And now, thousands of years later, without the replenishment of his divine power, he can only watch it pass like an hourglass eye, and now... it has been almost consumed.
In recent years, Palmer himself has become clear about his abilities. Although he still has the status of a saint, his strength is not much better than that of the top legends.
"My Lord, when will you return? Your most loyal servant can hardly hold on any longer..."
If the return of the gods cannot be welcomed this time, then Palmer may not be able to wait until the next time.
Step by step, Palmer really walked out of the field hospital without encountering any attacks along the way.
"Um?"
Are you really that timid?
Palmer was very surprised that he was not attacked, and even confused.
"Since this generation of humans is so cowardly, then I'm leaving."
Palmer didn't lie. If he hadn't been stopped, he would have evacuated first.
But just when I was preparing to transfer...
Cough cough cough.
That annoying cough sounded again, this time it no longer came from behind but from in front of him.
call……
I don't know when the wind started blowing, and the temperature began to drop rapidly. Just as he couldn't breathe, a thick white mist appeared in front of Palmer's eyes.
The icy, dense fog with visibility no more than ten meters quickly created a dangerous atmosphere, but this was nothing to a well-informed saint.
"Oh, it's not too useless."
Narrowing his eyes, Palmer's back slowly straightened, and the twilight energy on his body began to disappear quickly.
He is old, but he is still a saint and an apostle of God!
"But that's not enough! No one can stop my Lord from returning!"
"Ouch!!!"
The twilight saint raised his head and roared, his momentum gradually rising, and the ferocious aura spread around him.
boom!
A huge explosion of momentum blew away the dense fog, revealing the original truth.
"!!?"
When the thick fog dissipated, Palmer did not see the prepared human legendary battle group.
Only two legends appeared in the thick fog, and they didn't look very... powerful.
Frowning his brows, Palmer was more puzzled by what appeared in his mind than being despised.
Why are there only two people? And, one of them is fine, but the other one...
Palmer saw an injured person with what appeared to be severe burns lying half in a wheelchair, coughing painfully.
That annoying sound was made by him
Unlike other burn patients who wrapped their entire body in gauze, he exposed the abscesses and unhealed wounds on his body.
Every cough will cause wounds on the body, either bursting with blood or squeezing out thick water. Just looking at it will make you feel worse than death.
"...Are you here to die?"
Although the other party looked weak, Palmer did not despise the other party. He was just mocking him by asking.
But in the end, the wounded man was not angry at all. Instead, he opened the corners of his blood-stained mouth and showed a big smile:
"Ahem, cough, cough...have you seen all this?"
The consumptive knight coughed twice, stared at Palmer, and said with burning eyes:
"I did come to die."
He said:
"At the same time, I will also give you death."
Hahaha!
As if hearing a ridiculous joke, the old saint also laughed:
"Don't overestimate your capabilities!"
"How dare a mere mortal dare to offend the apostle of the gods! You are really overestimating your capabilities!"
The nails gradually became sharper, and Palmer's thin body expanded rapidly, and soon turned into a three-meter-tall, huge, muscular orc with a wolf head.
Looking down at the consumptive knight in the wheelchair, the rejuvenated Palmer roared his filial piety:
"Then I will let you die completely! Repent!"
What answered him was a light cough from the consumptive knight.
"Ahem, cough, cough."
…
…
"gentlemen?"
The soldiers guarding the teleportation array hall frowned, looked at a man who seemed to be in a daze, and asked tentatively:
"Sir, can you get out of the teleportation? You have affected other people's use."