The world doesn't need succubus to save

Chapter 458

cough cough cough.

Weak wheezing, coupled with a wheezing cough.

Neither of these two points is unusual in this temporary hospital full of injuries, but Palmer Saint still felt the long-lost fear at this moment.

too close.

It's so close!

It's almost like coughing lightly in the ear...

"Who!?"

Turning his head suddenly, Palmer's dog's head was flattened, and he glanced fiercely and sharply.

No?

In his saint-level field of vision, the picture in front of him didn't have any violations, it was still the same as before.

sniff.

Wiggling his nose, Palmer fully urged his innate ability to search for enemies within the range of restraint.

……No.

Compared with the previous half hour, there wasn't any new scent coming in, and there wasn't any individual that could pose a threat to him.

But as a saint who has been famous for many years and the ancestor of the kobold orcs, although Palmer is old enough, he still doesn't feel that he has reached the age where he will experience auditory hallucinations.

Saints do not hallucinate.

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?
"Humph!"

After searching for a long time without any progress, Palmer's original nervous mood calmed down, and he said mockingly to himself:
"A group of sneaky guys, since you dare not come out, then I will go."

Turning over from the occupied hospital bed, Palmer hunched his body and slowly walked towards the exit.

His movements were not fast, he really looked like a dying old man in his twilight years, trembling with every step, as if he would fall at the next step.

This is not just an appearance, his body has really reached the point of decay, and it is no longer the most prosperous period.

Waiting for the humans to attack, Palmer smiled wryly in his heart.

"It's really impossible to refuse to accept the old..."

In this extraordinary world, age and strength are not necessarily directly proportional.

A powerful existence can 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 cautious like an old dog, took the initiative to participate this time because...

He couldn't wait any longer.

From the disappearance of the gods to the present, Palmer has survived a long time, even among all the existing saints, he is also the oldest group.

He was already a saint before the gods disappeared, and as a saint who was promoted to the Patriarch by relying on the gods, [-]% of Palmer's power came from the gift of the gods.

And now, thousands of years later, without the supplement of divine power, he can only watch it pass by like staring at an hourglass, and now... it has been almost exhausted.

In the past few years, Palmer himself knew his abilities. Although he still had the personality of a saint, his strength was not much stronger than the top legends.

"My lord, when will you return? Your most loyal servant can hardly hold on..."

If the return of the gods cannot be ushered in 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 in this way, without encountering any attacks along the way.

"Ok?"

Really so timid?

Palmer was very surprised that he was not attacked, and he even couldn't figure it out.

"Since this generation of humans is so cowardly, then I will leave."

Palmer didn't lie, if he didn't stop him, he would have evacuated first.

But when preparing to transfer...

cough cough cough.

That annoying cough sounded again, this time not from behind but from in front of him.

call……

I don't know when the wind blew up, and the temperature began to drop rapidly, but he couldn't breathe, and a thick white mist appeared in front of Palmer's eyes.

The icy thick fog with a visibility of no more than ten meters quickly created a dangerous atmosphere, but this was nothing to a well-informed saint.

"Heh, it's not too wasteful."

Squinting his eyes, Palmer's back slowly straightened, and the old spirit on his body began to disappear quickly.

He is old, but he is still a saint, still an apostle of God!
"But it's not enough! No one can prevent the return of our Lord!"

"Ow!!!"

The old saint raised his head and screamed, his aura gradually rose, and the ferocious aura spread around him.

boom!
The huge aura erupted, directly blowing away the dense fog that filled the air, revealing the original truth.

"!!?"

When the dense fog cleared, Palmer didn't see the legendary human battle group waiting in full battle.

Only two legends emerged from the fog, and they didn't look very... powerful.

Frowning, Palmer was more puzzled than being despised.

Why only two people?Also, one of them is fine, but the other...

Palmer saw a severely burned man half lying in a wheelchair, coughing in pain.

That annoying sound was made by him
Unlike other burn patients who wrapped the whole body of skin with gauze, he just exposed the body with abscesses and unhealed wounds.

Every cough will bring about the wounds on the body, either bursting out blood or squeezing out thick water, just looking at it makes life worse than death.

"...Are you here to die?"

Although the other party looked weak, Palmer didn't underestimate the other party, asking this question was just mocking.

But in the end, the wounded man was not angry at all. Instead, he grinned at the corner of his blood-stained mouth and showed a big smile:

"Ahem, ahem, ahem... Did you see all of this?"

The tuberculosis knight coughed twice, stared at Palmer, and said with burning eyes:
"I did come to die."

他 说:

"At the same time, death must be given to you."

Hahaha!
As if hearing a ridiculous joke, the old saint also laughed loudly:
"Unbelievable!"

"Mere mortals dare to offend the apostles of the gods! It's really beyond their control!"

The nails gradually became sharp, and Palmer's thin body swelled rapidly, and soon turned into a three-meter-high giant wolf-headed and strong orc.

Looking down at the consumptive knight in the wheelchair, the recovered young Palmer growled:

"Then I will let you die completely! Repent!"

And what answered him was a light cough from the tuberculosis knight.

"Cough cough cough."

……

……

"gentlemen?"

The soldier guarding the teleportation array hall frowned, looked at a man who seemed to be in a trance, and asked tentatively:

"This gentleman, can you get out of the teleportation? You have affected other people's use."

(End of this chapter)