The power within him was rapidly fading, but even the remaining portion was enough to cause immense damage to the world.
This was Palmer's initial mission: to launch a suicide attack on the Land of Fallen Gods, creating as much smoke as possible to distract humanity's high-level forces and buy more time for the other saints to "hunt" them down.
Palmer's mission from the very beginning was to pay with his own life; he came to end his own life and make the greatest possible contribution.
What Palmer didn't expect was that, in the end, he not only failed to restrain many legends, but was instead restrained by a strange patient, and now he was going to die with him.
How embarrassing!
The "miracle" within him belonged to the gods. This power, derived from divinity, was especially effective for a saint like him who relied on divinity for advancement.
He is elevated by divinity, but also subject to divinity.
Although it happened very quickly, Palmer already knew very well that he was not going to survive.
His lifespan was already nearing its end, and now, with the added burden of this unknown disease, he had absolutely no chance of survival.
but……
Do you think I would accept it without resistance?
Perhaps the passage of time has made Palmer conceal his ferocious fangs, but he has never been a soft-hearted person and would not admit defeat so easily.
You want to outdo me in craziness, huh?
"How can the suffering of you mere humans compare to the pain we felt when we lost our divine connection?"
"Your suffering is less than mine!!!"
With his jaws clenched tightly, Palmer stared at the sleeping tuberculosis knight, a mad, bloodthirsty glint in his eyes.
He still remembered that the place where they fought was not far from the temporary hospital in the First Blood War Zone. Now, even if he could not take away more legendary lives, taking away these young and outstanding humans would be a success in itself.
"Then, let you all be buried with me."
Without further hesitation, he directly activated the last of his power.
Boom boom boom!
A violent roar emanated from his chest, as if unstable pressure was constantly rising, tearing his bones and flesh apart.
In just half a minute, Palmer would become the biggest bomb in history, causing irreparable damage to humanity...
"If only they had just self-destructed from the beginning... But looking at the result, didn't it make no difference?"
Palmer originally thought so.
"All for the sake of God!"
But just as he mustered his last strength to self-destruct, his angry roar got stuck in his throat.
laugh!
Suddenly, a huge wooden wedge was driven into the ground behind Palmer!
The silvery-white wooden wedge pierced his saintly skin and took root in his flesh.
The wooden wedge, made of an unknown material, contained energy that caused Palmer's expression to change drastically. It directly sealed off the surging power within him, leaving no trace of it!
"Heh heh... No, that's impossible."
There can't possibly be anything in this world that can seal this power, unless... no, that's even more impossible!
How could humans possibly possess such divine artifacts?!
Cough cough...
He coughed up a lot of blood, and Palmer glared at the second enemy who had disappeared for so long, a man he hadn't even realized was missing.
When did I start to ignore the other person's existence?
If I really think about it now, the patient must have been resurrected when the two of them were killed for the first time, while the cold-blooded man died completely.
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Is this another miracle?
"You did it, cough cough cough! What did you do!?"
Grand Duke Hanci, wearing a mask, loosened his grip on the wooden wedge, stared at Palmer with icy eyes, and remained silent.
He didn't have the habit of answering questions for others, let alone for his enemies.
In silence, Hanci raised his right foot high and then slammed it heavily onto the wooden wedge.
boom!
The impact, fueled by rage, caused the wooden wedge to pierce Palmer's chest, pinning him to the ground!
"cough!"
His body was like a deflated balloon, with chaotic forces within him surging uncontrollably toward the wooden wedge, along with his life force, which was like a candle flickering in the wind.
"No……"
After doing all this, Hanci confirmed that Palmer could not break free on his own and turned to leave, gently pushing the wheelchair of the Constipated Knight.
Without making a sound, he escorted Fera away and disappeared in a few breaths, leaving Palmer trapped in the unknown mist.
"Come back! Cough..."
You can't leave, you can't!
No……
I cannot die here yet; I have not done anything yet.
"My lord!!!"
Palmer was humiliated and nailed to the ground, using his last strength to look up at the sky, hoping to see the glory of the gods one last time.
But he saw nothing.
The sky remained a hazy gray, with nothing visible.
No god appeared, no angel was sent to save him, nothing at all.
Faced with this outcome, Palmer fell silent as his blood continued to drain from his body.
The last words were suddenly blown away by the wind and disappeared into the gray space.
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