Cough cough cough.
Weak, feeble breathing, accompanied by a feeble cough.
Neither of these two things would be unusual in this makeshift hospital full of wounded people, but Palmer St. still felt a long-lost fear for a moment.
Too close.
It's way too close!
It was almost like a light cough next to the ear...
"who!?"
Suddenly turning around, Palmer's wrinkles on his dog head were smoothed out, and he scanned the dog with fierce and sharp eyes.
No?
In his saintly perspective, the scene before him was perfectly normal, just as it had been before.
Sniff.
With a sniff, Palmer fully activated his innate ability, searching for enemies within his effective range.
……No.
Compared to the previous half hour, no new smells entered, nor were there any individuals who could pose a threat to him.
But as a saint who has been famous for many years, the ancestor of the kobolds, Palmer, although old enough, does not feel that he has reached the age where he will have auditory hallucinations.
Saints do not hallucinate.
Instead of letting his guard down, he became even more cautious, doing his best to conceal his figure while continuing to search for the unknown shadow.
"Where could it be!?"
Is this humanity's countermeasure?
But where is he?
"snort!"
After searching for a long time without any progress, Palmer's initial tension subsided, and he muttered to himself with a mocking tone:
"A bunch of sneaky guys. Since you don't dare to come out, then I'm leaving."
Palmer rolled off the hospital bed he had been occupying and slowly walked toward the exit, his body hunched over.
His movements were slow, truly like that of a frail old man, each step trembling as if he would fall at any moment.
This is not just a superficial appearance; his body has truly reached a point of decay and is no longer at its peak.
Palmer smiled bitterly to himself as he awaited the human attack.
"You just can't deny that you're getting old..."
In this extraordinary world, age and strength are not necessarily proportional.
Those with great strength often have long lifespans, but the reverse is not necessarily true.
Although the other saints' plan was extremely dangerous, Palmer, who was as cautious as an old dog, volunteered to participate this time because...
He couldn't wait any longer.
Since the gods disappeared, Palmer has lived through a long period of time, and he is among the oldest of all the saints still in existence.
He was already a saint before the gods disappeared, and as a saint who rose to the position of Grand Patriarch through divine promotion, ninety percent of Palmer's power came from divine grace.
Now, a thousand years later, without the replenishment of divine power, he can only watch helplessly as sand slips away like sand through an hourglass, and now... it's almost completely depleted.
In recent years, Palmer has come to understand his own abilities. Although he still holds the rank of a saint, his strength is not much stronger than that of the top legends.
"My lord, when will you return? Your most loyal servant can hardly hold on any longer..."
If the gods don't return this time, Palmer may not get to see it again.
Step by step, Palmer walked out of the field hospital without encountering any attacks along the way.
"Um?"
Are you really that timid?
Palmer was very surprised that he had not been attacked, and was even a little confused.
"Since this generation of humans is so cowardly, then I'm leaving."
Palmer wasn't lying; if they hadn't stopped him, he would have left first.
But just as they were preparing to move...
Cough cough cough.
That annoying cough sounded again, this time not from behind but from in front.
call……
The wind picked up at some point, and the temperature began to drop rapidly. Before he could even take a breath, a thick white fog appeared in front of Palmer's eyes.
The cold, dense fog, with visibility of no more than ten meters, quickly created a dangerous atmosphere, but this was nothing to a well-informed sage.
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"Heh, not too bad."
Squinting, Palmer's back slowly straightened, and the weariness around him began to disappear rapidly.
He is old, but he is still a saint, still an apostle of God!
"But that's not enough! No one can stop our Lord's return!"
"Awooo!!!"
The aging saint raised his head and roared, his aura gradually rising, and a fierce and malevolent aura spread from him.
boom!
The immense force erupted, directly dispersing the thick fog that had enveloped them, revealing the true truth.
"!?!"
When the fog cleared, Palmer did not find the legendary human chapters ready for battle.
Only two legends appeared in the thick fog, and they didn't seem particularly...powerful.
Palmer frowned, feeling more bewildered than slighted.
Why are there only two people? And one of them is okay, but the other one...
Palmer saw a person who appeared to have suffered severe burns lying half-reclined in a wheelchair, coughing painfully.
That annoying sound came from him.
Unlike other burn patients who wrap their entire body in gauze, he left his body exposed, covered in abscesses and unhealed wounds.
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