The world doesn't need succubus to save

Chapter 464 One 【Miracle】

At the moment when another cough came out of his throat, Palmer suddenly realized that he had made a huge mistake.

Because the impact was too great, I was completely immersed in the matter of the favored one just now, and didn't figure out why I had the same cough before.

broken.

Although he had already realized that something went wrong, Palmer's movements did not stop, and it was impossible for him to stop under the effect of inertia.

He still rushed forward, and then squeezed the smiling tuberculosis knight fiercely, and crushed him with his huge palm directly without hesitation!
Palmer didn't want to hear any more stories from the other party, and he didn't care what traps the other party set up. As long as he killed the other party directly, all the traps and tricks would be meaningless.

But Palmer was disappointed again, because after crushing the tuberculosis knight into pieces, before he had time to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard the lingering voice again.

"Ahem, cough, as an old man, you seem a little too irritable."

Turning his head slowly, Palmer found that the tuberculosis knight was still sitting in a wheelchair not far behind him, smiling at him in the same posture as before.

Frowning tightly, Palmer now repeatedly stared at Fira opposite, his nose constantly twitching.

Could it be hallucination?But judging by what Palmer's well-developed senses were feeding him, it was all real and not being pulled into hallucinations.

Although he is old and weak, his own personality has not been lowered. If you want to pull him into the illusion, the strength on the opposite side must be at least a saint of the same level.

But if this is not an illusion, what is the situation now?
Looking at the other party's smiling face, Palmer, who was silent, suddenly noticed the faint divine aura on the other party's body.

……Could it be that! ?
Seeing the other party's suddenly widened eyes and narrowed vertical pupils again, Feila laughed happily and nodded vigorously:
"Looking at your reaction, it seems that you have finally figured it out?"

"Yes! You are right, all these are not other powers, but... a miracle."

Miracle.

Or, in the current situation, it can also be called - [miracle].

Miracles do not come without a price. In many cases, the gods pass the corresponding price on to the mortals.

But this is not without exceptions. Fira in front of him is a living example, embodying the miracle that belongs to the gods in another form-immortality.

Although Feila's current state is hard to say that he is alive normally, but he really has not ushered in death.

anger!
Palmer felt unusually angry after thinking clearly about the cause and effect, and roared uncontrollably:
"You traitor to the gods! How dare you use this precious miracle for such a thing!?"

Such a precious opportunity!Such precious energy!This is enough to prove that the gods have not fallen!To be so belittled?

"It's meaningless for you to say that. I can do whatever I want, right? This is my life, and it doesn't belong to you or your gods."

After saying this, Fira was stunned for a moment, touched his chin, and said with some uncertainty:

"However, it doesn't seem right to say that, ahem... After all, it has something to do with you now."

With a strange gaze that made Palmer's hair stand on end, the tuberculosis knight smiled and said:

"Haven't you realized it yet? Our lives, ahem... have been bound together."

Didn't realize it?No, in fact, Palmer has long been aware of the problem, but he still can't believe that the other party actually dared to do this!

Palmer came here with the mentality of going to die, and didn't intend to go back alive, but he didn't expect that the other party had the same idea as himself.

With the total death.

Moreover, he actually can do it! ?
"Impossible, you are obviously just a legend, why... cough cough cough!"

Every time he coughed, Palmer felt his body change.

He feels that he is becoming younger...

His extremely aging body suddenly began to glow with new vitality, which did not make him happy, he only felt that his back was cold.

Because at the same time, another chilling feeling is gradually becoming stronger.

weak.

The throat was swollen and dry, and the lungs gradually began to burn like a fire. The strength in the body was rapidly disappearing, and he fell heavily on the ground.

Young and extremely weak, this feeling of disobedience made Palmer's uneasiness magnify rapidly.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! ! !
The two lobes of his lungs were suddenly scorching hot as if they had been poured into flowing magma, making him want to cry out in pain involuntarily.

"No, you can't sit still, there must be a solution!"

But just as Palmer was still struggling to resist and was about to fight to the death, the tuberculosis knight over there suddenly covered his eyes with his hands.

"Ah—this feeling of powerlessness, this blurry vision, is this what it feels like to be old? Is this what it's like to be healthy?"

Tears of emotion gushed out from the gaps between the fingers and flowed on the skirt of the chest, making the whole scene even more weird.

"Thank you! Let me experience this feeling."

The two people who were originally enemies, one was lying on the ground weakly and gasping for breath, and the other sat in a wheelchair and thanked the enemy on the ground with tears.

"Cough! Damn you...I won't let you go, cough cough cough..."

The physical condition deteriorated rapidly in just a few minutes, and Palmer also saw that the tuberculosis knight was rapidly aging, and even large areas of age spots appeared on his body.

"Although you seem to hate me, all I have always been grateful to you."

Wiping the tears from his face, the consumptive knight who looked decades old and still aging shook his head, and said hoarsely:
"I am very grateful for your presence, thank you for being here alone, for being able to kill me."

"And thank you for [killing] me."

Leaning back tiredly, the tuberculosis knight slowly closed his eyes and muttered:
"I would like to remind you kindly that you don't have to struggle any more. If you have any last words, please say them quickly..."

Before he finished speaking, he closed his mouth, like an old man who fell asleep peacefully in a warm afternoon.

He hadn't fallen asleep so peacefully in a long time.

Such a peaceful sleep is simply a miracle...

"Do not……"

Fella was asleep, but Palmer couldn't.

Can't go on like this!

Blow up!

Remembering the self-destruct of the sacrificial archangel before he died, Palmer made up his mind.

You can't die so aggrieved, you must... must complete your mission!

"Die...cough!?"

　At the end of the year... I'm going to write a year-end report, and I'm in a lot of pain.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)