What truly shocked him was the black blood remaining at the corner of the tuberculosis knight's mouth. It was almost entirely devoid of blood, only the pitch-black color of toxins remained.
"You! You're not faking it!?"
Has his body really reached this point?
"No! I was definitely faking it!"
Cold Thorn: ?
"Of course, that's not entirely accurate. It's more like it is, but not entirely."
"Cough cough... I got a little excited and couldn't control myself."
The wheelchair beneath him shifted, as if pacing back and forth. The tuberculosis knight wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth and said casually:
"I really can't hold on any longer, but what does it matter? I don't need to hold on anymore."
Cough cough cough.
On that terrifying, zombie-like face, Han Ci saw an uncontrollable excitement.
"Oh, are you excited?"
The tuberculosis knight nodded vigorously and sighed:
"Yes! This is the day! You know how long I've waited. I've been dreaming about this moment, and now... I don't have to wait any longer."
Han Ci understood perfectly what those words meant, and the other party made no attempt to hide it.
In the eyes of the tuberculosis knight, no… his entire body radiated a strong will to die.
He longed for death.
Whether it be from the enemy or from his own, the Constipated Knight craves it all.
After a moment of silent observation, Grand Duke Hanci did not offer any dissuasion, but simply pushed the other man's wheelchair and said calmly:
"I will collect your body."
His smile grew even brighter as the Constipated Knight looked around and saw rows of intact corpses.
"Yes! We do need someone to collect the body, but your skills... well, they're really good."
"Then I'll leave it to you..."
He slowly closed his eyes and murmured softly:
"My friend."
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