The moment the cough rose in his throat again, Palmer suddenly realized he had made a huge mistake.
Because of the overwhelming impact, he was completely absorbed in the matter of the Divine Scroll Master and failed to understand why he had coughed similarly earlier.
broken.
Although he realized there was a problem, Palmer did not stop moving, and due to inertia, he could not stop.
He continued charging forward, then grabbed the smiling, tuberculous knight and crushed him without hesitation with his massive hand!
Palmer didn't want to hear any more stories from the other person, nor did he care what traps they had set. As long as he killed the other person directly, all the traps and schemes would be meaningless.
But Palmer was disappointed once again, because after crushing the tuberculosis knight into a pile of minced meat, before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he heard that haunting voice again.
"Cough cough cough, for an old man like you, you seem a bit too irritable."
Slowly turning his head, Palmer found the Constipation Knight still sitting in his wheelchair not far behind him, smiling at him in the same posture as before.
With his brow furrowed, Palmer stared intently at Fera across from him, his nose twitching incessantly.
Could it be a hallucination? But based on the information Palmer received from his highly developed senses, it was all real, and he had not been pulled into a hallucination.
Although he was old and weak, his status had not diminished. If someone wanted to pull him into the illusion, the opponent would have to be at least a Saint of the same level.
But if this isn't a hallucination, then what exactly is going on?
Seeing the other person's smiling face, Palmer, who had been silent, suddenly sensed the faint divine aura emanating from the other person.
...Could it be that...?
Seeing the other person's suddenly widened eyes and the vertical child shrinking again, Fera laughed happily and nodded vigorously:
"Judging from your reaction, it seems like you've finally figured it out?"
"Yes! You're right, it's not some other force, it's... a miracle."
Miracle.
Or, in the current situation, it could also be called a miracle.
Miracles don't come without a price; often, the gods pass on the corresponding costs to mortals.
But there are exceptions. Fera is a living example, embodying the miracle that belongs to the gods in another form—immortality.
Although Fera's current condition can hardly be described as living a normal life, he has certainly not faced death.
anger!
After figuring out the cause and effect, Palmer felt an unusual rage and couldn't help but roar:
"You traitor to the gods! How could you use such a precious miracle for something like this!?"
Such a precious opportunity! Such invaluable energy! This is irrefutable proof that the gods have not fallen! How could it be treated with such contempt?
"That's meaningless of you to say it like that. I can do whatever I want, right? This is my life, it doesn't belong to you or your god."
After saying that, Fera paused for a moment, touched his chin, and then said somewhat uncertainly:
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"However, that doesn't seem quite right, cough cough cough... After all, it's related to you now too."
With a strange gaze that made Palmer's hair stand on end, the Constipated Knight laughed:
"Haven't you realized it yet? Our lives, cough cough cough... are already intertwined."
Didn't you realize it? No, Palmer had actually realized the problem a long time ago, but he just couldn't believe that the other party would actually dare to do it!
Palmer came here with the mindset of going to his death, not intending to leave alive, but he did not expect that the other party would have the same idea as him.
To live and die together.
And he actually managed to do it!?
"Impossible! You're clearly just a legend, how could you... cough cough cough!"
With each cough, Palmer felt a change in his body.
He felt himself becoming younger...
The sudden burst of new vitality into his aging body did not bring him joy; instead, he felt a chill run down his spine.
At the same time, another chilling feeling was gradually becoming stronger.
weak.
The swelling and dryness in his throat, the burning sensation in his lungs as if they were on fire, the rapid loss of strength in his body, and the heavy fall to the ground.
The incongruity of being young and extremely weak amplified Palmer's unease.
Cough cough cough!!!
His lungs suddenly felt as if they were being filled with flowing magma, and the pain that made him want to scream involuntarily erupted in his lungs.
"No, we can't just sit here and wait to die! There must be a solution!"
But just as Palmer was still fighting back and preparing to fight to the death, the consumptive knight suddenly covered his eyes with his hands.
"Ah—this feeling of powerlessness, this stagnant lake before my eyes, is this what aging feels like? Is this what health feels like?"
Tears of emotion welled up from between his fingers, flowing down his chest and making the whole scene even more eerie.
"Thank you! For letting me experience this feeling."
The two men, who were originally enemies, were now facing each other. One lay weakly on the ground, panting heavily, while the other, sitting in a wheelchair, thanked the enemy on the ground with tears streaming down his face.
"Cough! You damned bastard... I won't let you get away with this, cough cough cough..."
His condition deteriorated rapidly within minutes, and Palmer watched as the Constipation Knight aged quickly, even developing large patches of age spots on his body.
"Although you seem to hate me, I have always been grateful to you."
Wiping away his tears, the consumptive knight, who looked decades older and still aging, shook his head and said hoarsely:
“I am very grateful for your appearance, for being here alone, and for allowing me to kill you.”
"And thank you for killing me."
Wearily leaning back, the tuberculosis knight slowly closed his eyes and muttered:
"Just a friendly reminder, at this point, you don't really need to struggle anymore. Say your last words quickly..."
He shut his mouth before he finished speaking, like an old man peacefully sleeping on a warm afternoon.
He hadn't slept so peacefully in a long time.
Such a peaceful sleep is simply a miracle...
"No……"
Ferra was asleep, but Palmer couldn't.
This can't go on!
Self-destruct!
Remembering the archangel's self-destruction before his death, Palmer made up his mind.
I can't die so miserably; I must... I must complete my mission!
"Go to hell... cough!?"
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