Cough cough cough.
Like a death knell, those feeble breaths echoed in my ears.
Damn it.
What exactly is going on?
Palmer stared at his enemy, trying to discern his true emotions from his hideous and grotesque face.
But no matter how he looked at it, the only emotion he felt was...pleasure.
Unparalleled pleasure.
Even as he crushed his own body, he was coughing and laughing at the same time.
This is a madman, a complete pervert!
Palmer was no stranger to madmen; in the initial period after the gods disappeared, many devout priests went into a semi-mad state.
It was also through his own efforts in purging those fanatical priests that the stability of the church was finally maintained.
But the withered, sickly fellow before him was different from those priests; he was more powerful, and also more insane.
He even left Palmer feeling like he didn't know where to begin.
His body is exceptionally fragile; a legendary-level attack would be enough to destroy it. However, he possesses an incomprehensible regenerative ability, and he also exudes a faint but dangerous aura.
Moreover, this feeling was gradually getting stronger, reaching its peak when Palmer himself started coughing.
wrong!
What exactly is going on?
What exactly did I miss?
He said it was some being's favor towards him... wait!
preference?
"!!!"
Suddenly, an unlikely conjecture occurred to Palmer, and even his equestrian servant trembled violently.
No way...no way, no way!
But apart from this possibility, there seems to be no other explanation.
Palmer trembled slightly, staring at the consumptive knight who had returned to normal, and asked incredulously:
"Could it be that you are a... Scroll Master?"
The Divine Scroll Master!?
Could this man actually be a follower of some evil god?
The personalities and allegiances of deities are different. Some actions that they see as expressions of their own preferences are actually very difficult for mortals to bear, and may even bring pain and disaster.
If this man is a divine scroll reader of a deity, then everything can be explained.
Perhaps it was a deity who controlled disasters and diseases who took pity on the consumptive knight and gave him this thing, which she considered to be very wonderful.
When Palmer pressed him for an answer, the Constipated Knight made no attempt to hide his true feelings. He tilted his head and said:
"Ah, if even you think so, then there must be some truth to it, right? Some of our researchers have actually come to similar conclusions."
Under Palmer's incomprehensible gaze, Ferra paused for a moment, then laughed to herself:
"So, I really was chosen by someone with a rather eccentric personality, right? Hahaha... cough cough, see, she has good taste."
Although the illness brought him endless torment, it did not destroy his optimistic and positive soul.
After so many years of endurance, Fera has been able to bear the pain caused by the illness and has begun to find joy in every detail of life.
Even the title "Taxoprostol Knight" was first used by him, and only later did it spread to the outside world and become known to others.
Otherwise, such a discriminatory title would not be accepted by others, so self-deprecation is fine.
It was his nonchalance and indifference that made Palmer even more confused. The aged saint couldn't understand why such a person existed.
boom!
The orc stomped his right foot hard on the ground, cracking the surrounding earth, and roared as he questioned:
"Why!?"
Why would someone like that exist?!
"Are you insane?! After receiving the favor and special treatment of the gods, you clearly understand their greatness and have experienced their supreme power. Why would you still choose to betray them?"
This situation, which he greatly envied, was met with indifference from the other party, which infuriated Palmer.
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In an era when gods have vanished, to still be able to experience their favor... isn't that a kind of luck?
This is something that even extraordinary beings wouldn't dare to dream of, something they would only dream of, yet this human has trampled upon it with utter contempt.
"Since you are a Divine Scroll Master, why don't you join our ranks?"
Why choose humans, a hopeless race?
He doesn't understand!
"Why? Cough cough cough, that's a really strange question."
But facing the wolf-headed orc saint who was gradually descending into madness, with his hair standing on end, Fera, who was being questioned, simply laughed easily:
"Because I am human."
The tuberculosis knight, who looked more like an undead than a human, paused for a moment, blinked his eyelids without eyelashes, and then smiled brightly:
"Because this is our world, and I love this world."
"Do I need any special reason to protect it and resist the invasion of aggressors like you?"
Ferra's matter-of-fact answer gradually calmed Palmer's emotions, which were on the verge of madness. The elderly saint was no longer agitated, but instead looked at the enemy with a cold gaze.
That's enough.
That's enough. There's no need to ask anymore. This chosen one by the gods has already been corrupted by humanity.
“You overestimating human, since you are so stubborn and unrepentant, then I have no choice but to judge you, you heretic traitor, myself.”
Continuing to let him live would only bring shame upon the gods.
"If you can do that, then please do so. I look forward to that moment."
With a long exhale, Palmer lowered his body and landed on all fours, his muscles tensing as magic began to gather in his limbs.
Even the divine power of a deity cannot completely withstand external attacks. Once a certain limit is reached, the deity who possesses the divine power will also die.
Just before Palmer was about to launch his attack, Fera, who was sitting in a wheelchair opposite him, suddenly clapped his hands.
*Slap slap*
Instinctively sensing that something was wrong, Palmer didn't wait for anything to happen and rushed out.
Whoosh!
They quickly closed in on Fera, intending to kill him once again.
but……
"Alright, that concludes the final pleasantries. Thank you for keeping me company for so long."
"I am incredibly moved to have such a noble person as you to chat and confide in me in the final moments of my life."
"I feel incredibly honored to have you by my side in death."
Palmer!!?
The consumptive knight, sitting quietly in his wheelchair, placed his right fist against his mouth and coughed softly at the saint standing close before him.
"Cough cough cough."
"Cough! Cough! Cough!?"
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