The power in the body is fading rapidly, but the remaining part alone is enough to cause huge harm to the world.
This was Palmer's initial mission, to attack the Land of God's Fall in a suicidal manner, create as much smoke as possible to contain the high-end power of mankind, and buy more time for the other saints to "hunt".
Palmer's mission has been at the cost of his own life from the beginning. He is here to end his life and maximize his value.
But what Palmer didn't expect was that instead of restraining many legends in the end, he would be restrained by a strange patient, and would even die with him now.
What a shame.
The "miracle" in the body belongs to the gods. This power from the gods is particularly effective for a saint like him who relies on the gods to gain promotion.
He is elevated by divinity, but is also subject to divinity.
Although it happened very quickly, Palmer knew very well at this moment that he would not survive at all.
His lifespan itself has come to an end. Under the double superposition of this unknown disease at this moment, he has no way to survive at all.
but……
"Do you think I'll accept it without resistance?"
Perhaps it was the passage of time that allowed Palmer to restrain his ferocious fangs, but he had never been a soft-hearted person and would not admit his failure so easily.
You want to be crazy compared to me, right?
"How can the pain you feel as mere humans compare to the pain we feel when we lose our connection with the gods?"
"Your pain is beneath me!!!"
Clenching his mouth tightly, Palmer looked at the sleeping consumptive knight, with crazy blood flashing 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 cannot take away more legendary lives, taking away these young and outstanding humans is also a success.
"Then, let you be buried with me."
Without any further hesitation, he directly activated the last power in his body.
Boom boom boom!
There was a violent roar from his chest, as if unstable pressure was rising, stretching his bones and flesh.
In just half a minute, Palmer will become the largest bomb in the history of the world, causing irreparable losses to mankind...
"It would have been nice if I had just self-destructed from the beginning... But judging from the results, isn't there nothing wrong with it?"
Palmer, that's what I originally thought.
"Everything is for the gods!"
But just when he mobilized his last strength to prepare to self-destruct, his angry roar got stuck in his throat.
laugh!
Suddenly, a huge wooden wedge was inserted behind Palmer's back!
The silver-white wooden wedge pierced his saint-level skin and took root in his flesh and blood.
The wooden wedge of unknown material contained energy that caused Palmer's expression to change suddenly, directly blocking the power surging in his body without any fluctuation!
"Ho ho... no, it's impossible."
It is impossible that there is anything in this world that can seal this power, unless... no, this is even more impossible!
How could humans have artifacts!?….
Ahem...
Coughing out a large amount of blood from his mouth, Palmer glared at the second enemy he didn't even realize had disappeared for so long.
Since when did you ignore the other person’s existence?
If you think about it now, it should be that when the two of them were killed for the first time, the patient came back to life, and this cold man died completely.
Another miracle?
"You did it, ahem! What did you do!?"
The masked Archduke of Cold Thorn loosened his grip on the wooden wedge and stared at Palmer with cold eyes without saying a word.
He has no habit of answering questions for others, let alone
Needless to say, it is an answer to the enemy.
In silence, Han Ci raised his right foot high and then stepped heavily on the wooden wedge.
boom!
The impact containing anger caused the wooden wedge to pierce Palmer's chest directly, nailing him directly to the ground!
"cough!"
His body was like a deflated balloon, and the chaotic power in his body surged toward the wooden wedge uncontrollably, taking with it the remaining vitality of his candle in the wind.
"No……"
After doing all this, Hanthorn confirmed that Palmer could not break free by his own ability, then turned around and left, gently pushing the consumptive knight's wheelchair.
Without making any sound, he escorted Fela and disappeared in a few breaths, leaving Palmer nailed in the unknown fog.
"Go back, come back! Cough..."
You can't go, you can't!
No……
I can't die here yet, I haven't done anything yet.
"My Lord!!!"
Palmer was nailed to the ground in humiliation, and he used his last strength to look up to the sky, hoping to see the honor of God for the last time.
But he saw nothing.
The sky was still so gray and nothing appeared.
No gods appeared, no angels were sent to save him, nothing.
Regarding this result, Palmer finally fell into silence, with blood flowing continuously 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..."
At the end, Palmer suddenly remembered a memory that he 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 chief during the winter when food was scarce.
At that time, his leg bones were broken and he was thrown into the wasteland. He also looked up at the sky and looked at the falling snowflakes.
Palmer remembers that he only had one idea in his mind at that time.
"so cold……"
There was no god to save him at that time.
Simply, exactly the same.
At the end of death, there is nothing.
There is no extremely luxurious kingdom of God, nor is there any god waiting for you.
"Isn't it true that nothing has changed?"
With this thought in mind, Palmer kept staring at the sky with his eyes open.
Until the soul is completely broken.
…
…
"Um……"
Fela slowly opened her eyes and saw that the scenery around her was constantly changing.
"My friend...did we do it?"
Han Qi, who was moving quickly with Fela, immediately stopped, shook his head, and said slowly:
"I did it, and, 'you, did it.'"
What I did was not cooperation at all, it was just using the artifact when the situation was decided. Any legend could do it, and they should not share the honor that belonged to Fela.
But Fela himself didn’t care, he waved his hands casually and said with a smile:
"Hahaha...hasn't nothing changed?"
"When it comes to the end, don't be so serious and don't care about these unimportant details! We did it."
As legends, the two of them worked together to kill a saint. This was an astonishing feat no matter what time it was.
"Besides, it will cause you trouble in the end."
He shook his head silently, and just when Han Ci was about to answer, he suddenly paused and looked ahead.
He sensed the aura of other people...
Approaching quickly!
Is this rapidly approaching existence an enemy or a friend?
The cold air spread silently. Before the other party revealed his identity, the Cold Thorn Archduke did not hesitate to regard the other party as an enemy and tried his best to inspire him.
improve your own perception and alertness.
Silently, he appeared in front of Fela, with the cold thorn protecting him behind him. In this position, no matter what happened, he could be protected immediately.