Every cough aggravates the wounds on my body, causing them to either burst open and bleed or ooze pus; just looking at it makes me feel like I'm living a life worse than death.
"...Are you here to die?"
Although the other person looked weak, Palmer did not underestimate him; his question was merely a sarcastic remark.
But the wounded soldier wasn't angry at all; instead, he grinned, revealing a wide smile on his bloodied lips.
"Cough cough cough... You noticed that?"
The Constipated Knight coughed laboriously twice, stared intently at Palmer, and said:
"I really did come here to die."
He said:
"At the same time, I will also send death to you."
Hahaha!
As if he had heard a ridiculous joke, the aged saint also burst into laughter:
"Overestimating yourself!"
"How dare a mere mortal offend an apostle of the gods! He is truly overestimating himself!"
His fingernails gradually became sharp, and Palmer's thin body rapidly expanded, soon transforming into a three-meter-tall, massive, wolf-headed orc.
Looking down at the tuberculosis-stricken knight in his wheelchair, the rejuvenated Palmer roared with filial piety:
"Then I will make you die completely! Repent!"
His only response was a soft cough from the Constipated Knight.
"Cough cough cough."
...
...
"gentlemen?"
The soldier guarding the teleportation array hall frowned, looking at a man who seemed dazed, and tentatively asked:
"Sir, could you please step out of the teleportation portal? You're affecting other users' access."
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