The world doesn't need succubus to save

Chapter 463 The Blessed! ?

cough cough cough.

Like a life-threatening cry, the decadent panting kept echoing in my ears.

Damn.

what is happening?
Palmer stared at the enemy in front of him, trying to perceive the other's true emotions from his hideous and ugly face.

But no matter how he looked at it, there was only one emotion he felt, and that was... Pleasure.

Unparalleled pleasure.

He even coughed and laughed every time his body was crushed by himself.

This is a madman, a pure pervert!
It's not that Palmer has never seen a lunatic. During the initial period when the gods disappeared, many devout priests entered a semi-mad state.

It was also those crazy priests who he personally eliminated, and finally managed to maintain the stability of the church.

But this haggard, patient-like guy in front of him is different from those priests, he is stronger and crazier at the same time.

He even made Palmer feel helpless.

His body is extraordinarily fragile, a legendary level attack is enough to destroy his body, but he has an incomprehensible recovery ability, and he also exudes a seemingly dangerous aura.

And this feeling was gradually getting stronger, and when Palmer himself started to cough, this feeling reached its peak.

wrong!

what is happening?
What point am I missing?
He said it was a certain existence's preference for him... Wait!
preference?

"!!!"

Suddenly, an unlikely conjecture came to mind, and Palmer's vertical pupils trembled suddenly.

Impossible...impossible, impossible!

But apart from this possibility, there seems to be no other explanation.

Shaken suddenly, Palmer stared at the tuberculosis knight who had returned to his original state again, and asked in disbelief:
"Could it be! Are you a... favored one?"

God's favor! ?

Could it be that this man is actually favored by a certain evil god?

The personalities and alignments of the gods are different, and some behaviors that they see as expressing their love are actually very unbearable for mortals, and may even bring pain and disaster.

And if this man is the favored person of a god, then everything can be explained clearly.

It may be that the pity of some god of disasters and diseases, which has been shown to the consumptive knight, has brought him this very good thing in his eyes.

Regarding Palmer's questioning, the tuberculosis knight did not hide his thoughts, he tilted his head and said:
"Ah, if you think so, then there should be some truth, right? Some of our researchers have actually come up with similar answers."

Under Palmer's incomprehensible gaze, Fira was stunned for a moment, and then laughed to himself:

"So, I was really attracted by a certain existence with a strange personality, right? Hahaha... Ahem, look, he has a good eye."

Although this illness brought him endless torture, it did not destroy an optimistic and positive soul.

After so many years of patience, Ferra could bear the pain of his illness and began to find joy in every detail of life.

Even the title [Tuberculosis Knight] was first claimed by himself, and then spread to the outside world to be known by others.

Otherwise, such a discriminatory title would not be recognized by others, and self-deprecating would be fine.

It was his ease and indifference that made Palmer even more confused. The old saint didn't understand why such a person existed.

boom!
The right foot stomped on the ground vigorously, cracking the surrounding soil, and the orc roared and questioned:
"why!?"

Why is there such a person!
"Are you crazy!? After being favored and favored by the gods, you have clearly understood the greatness of the gods and experienced the supreme power. Why did you choose to betray him?"

This kind of situation that he envied very much, but the other party didn't care, which made Palmer very angry.

In the age when the gods disappeared, to be able to experience the favor of the gods... Isn't this a kind of luck! ?
This kind of thing that extraordinary creatures dare not even think about, but has been trampled on by this human being with contempt.

"Since you are the one favored by the gods, why don't you join our arms?"

Why choose a hopeless race like humans?
He doesn't understand!

"Why? Cough cough cough, it's strange for you to ask this question?"

But facing the wolf-headed orc saint who was gradually falling into madness and whose hairs all started to stand on end, Fela who was being questioned laughed easily:

"Because I'm human."

The tuberculosis knight, who looked more like an undead than a human, was taken aback for a moment, blinked his eyelids without eyelashes, and smiled brightly:

"Because this is our world, and I love this world."

"I want to protect it, I want to resist the invasion of invaders like you, do you need any special reason?"

Fela's answer of course made Palmer's madness gradually calm down. The old saint was no longer agitated, but looked at the enemy with cold eyes.

enough.

Enough is enough, there is no need to ask any more, this favored one chosen by the gods has been polluted by humans.

"Human beings who are overwhelmed, since they are so obsessed with obsession, then I can only judge you, a heretic traitor, with my own hands."

Continuing to let him live will only shame the gods.

"If it can be done, then please, I am eager for that moment."

Exhaling a long breath, Palmer lowered his body and landed on all fours, his muscles tensed, and the magic power began to gather in his limbs.

Even if it is the favor of the gods, it is impossible to completely resist the attacks of the outside world. As long as a certain limit is reached, the gods will also die.

But just before Palmer was about to launch an attack, Fira, who was sitting in a wheelchair across from him, suddenly clapped his hands.

popping.

Instinctively feeling that something was wrong, Palmer didn't wait for something to happen, but rushed out directly.

Whoosh!
Quickly approaching Fela, intending to kill him again.

but……

"Okay, the last pleasantries are over, thank you for chatting with me so much."

"At the last moment of my life, I am extremely excited to have a noble existence like you chatting with me."

"It is a great honor to have you accompany me to die together."

Palmer! ! ?
The tuberculosis knight who sat quietly in the wheelchair put his right fist in front of his mouth, and coughed lightly at the saint who was close to him.

"Cough cough cough."

"Cough! Cough! Cough!!?"

(End of this chapter)