The world doesn't need succubus to save

The power in the body is rapidly fading, but the remaining part alone is enough to cause great damage to this world.

This was Palmer's initial task, to attack the Land of God's Fall in a suicidal manner, to create as much smoke as possible to contain the high-end power of human beings, and to buy more time for the "hunting" of other saints.

Palmer's mission has been at the cost of his own life from the very beginning, and he has come to end his life and make the most of it.

It's just that Palmer didn't expect that instead of restraining many legends in the end, he was restrained by a strange patient, and he was even going to die with him now.

What a shame.

The "miracle" in the body belongs to the gods. This kind of power from the gods is especially effective for a saint like him who relies on the gods to get promoted.

He is exalted by divinity, but also subject to divinity.

Although it happened very quickly, at this moment Palmer knew very well that he would not survive at all.

His own lifespan has already come to an end, and under the double superposition of this unknown disease at this moment, he has no way out at all.

but……

"Do you think I'll accept it without resistance?"

Perhaps it was the passage of time that made Palmer restrain his ferocious fangs, but he was never a soft-hearted person, and he would not admit his failure so easily.

Are you going to be crazy with me?

"How can the pain of your mere human beings compare to the pain we suffered when we lost the link to the gods?"

"Your pain is under me!!!"

Gritting his mouth tightly, Palmer looked at the sleeping tuberculosis knight, his eyes flashed with crazy blood.

He still remembered that the place where they fought was not far from the temporary hospital in the First Blood War Zone. Even if he couldn't take away more legendary lives, taking away these young and outstanding humans was also a success.

"Then, let you all be buried with me."

Without further hesitation, he directly activated the last force in his body.

Boom boom boom!
A violent roar emanated from his chest, as if an unstable pressure was constantly rising, pushing his bones and flesh apart.

In just half a minute, Palmer will be the biggest bomb the world has ever seen, causing irreparable damage to humanity...

"It would be fine if I blew myself up from the very beginning... But, judging from the results, isn't there nothing wrong with that?"

Palmer, originally thought so.

"Everything is for the gods!"

But just as he mobilized his last strength to prepare to explode, his angry roar got stuck in his throat.

laugh!
Behind Palmer, a huge wooden wedge was suddenly inserted!

The silver-white wooden wedge pierced his saint-level skin and took root in his flesh and blood.

The wooden wedge made of unknown material contained energy that changed Palmer's expression suddenly, directly blocking the surging power in his body without any fluctuations!
"Ho ho... no, it's impossible."

It is impossible for there to be something that can seal this power in this world, unless... no, this is even more impossible!

How could humans have artifacts! ?
cough cough...

Coughing a profuse amount of blood from his mouth, Palmer glared at the second enemy he hadn't realized he hadn't seen for so long.

Since when did you ignore the existence of the other party?

If I try my best to think about it now, it should be that when I killed the other two for the first time, the patient was revived, and this cold man died completely.

Another miracle?
"You did it, cough cough cough! What did you do!?"

The masked Duke Coldthorn loosened his grip on the wooden wedge, stared at Palmer with cold eyes, and said nothing.

He was not in the habit of answering questions for others, let alone for the enemy.

In silence, Hanthorn raised his right foot high, and then stepped heavily on the wooden wedge.

boom!
The impact of anger caused the wooden wedge to pierce Palmer's chest directly, nailing him to the ground!
"cough!"

His body was like a leaky balloon, and the chaotic power in his body surged towards the wooden wedge uncontrollably, and at the same time, it also carried the vitality of his lingering candle.

"Do not……"

After doing all this, Hanthorn confirmed that Palmer could not break free with his own ability, turned around and left, and gently pushed the tuberculosis knight's wheelchair.

Without making a sound, he escorted Fira and disappeared within a few breaths, leaving Palmer nailed in the fog that no one knew.

"Back, come back! Cough..."

You can't go, you can't!

Do not……

I can't die here yet, I haven't done anything yet.

"My lord!!!"

Palmer was pinned to the ground in humiliation, and with the last of his strength he looked up to the sky, wishing to see the honor of the gods for the last time.

But he didn't see anything.

The sky was still so gray, nothing emerged.

No gods appeared, no angels were sent to save him, nothing.

For such a result, Palmer fell into silence at last, as the blood in his body continued to flow.

In the end, the words were blown away by the sudden wind and disappeared into the gray space.

"Your servant can no longer serve you..."

At the very end, Palmer suddenly remembered a memory that he himself would forget.

That was probably more than 600 years ago, when he was just a child who was thrown out of the tribe by the new patriarch when food was scarce in winter.

At that time, he was thrown into the wasteland with a broken leg bone, and he also looked up at the sky, watching the snowflakes that kept falling.

At that moment, Palmer remembers, he had only one thought on his mind.

"so cold……"

There was no god to save him then.

Simply, exactly the same.

At the end of death, there is nothing.

There is no extravagant Kingdom of God, and there is no god waiting for you.

"Hasn't nothing changed?"

Thinking of this, Palmer kept staring at the sky with his eyes open.

Until the soul is completely broken.

……

……

"Um……"

Feila slowly opened his eyes, seeing the scenery around him constantly changing.

"My friend... did we do it?"

The cold thorn that was moving quickly with Feila stopped immediately, shook his head, and said slowly:
"It did, and, 'you' did it."

What I did wasn't cooperation at all, it was just using the artifact when the situation was settled, any legend could do it, and shouldn't share the honor that belonged to Fela.

But Fela himself didn't care, he waved his hands casually and said with a smile:

"Hahaha... nothing has changed?"

"Don't be so serious when it's the end, don't care about these unimportant details! We did it."

It is an amazing feat for two people to kill a saint with their legendary bodies.

"And, in the end, I will cause you trouble."

Shaking his head wordlessly, just when Hanthorn was about to answer, he suddenly paused and looked forward.

He sensed the breath of others...

It's fast approaching!

Is this rapidly approaching existence an enemy or a friend?

The cold air spread silently, and before the other party revealed his identity, Grand Duke Hanthorn did not hesitate to regard the other party as an enemy, and fully aroused his own perception and vigilance.

Silently appeared in front of Feila, and the cold thorns protected him behind him. No matter what happened in this posture, he could protect him immediately.