Four Split Personalities

’Hey, hey, hey, what’s happening, what’s happening?!’

’Are you still online? Can you see the message?’

’Even if you go offline now, it’s too late!’

’Is it too much consumption or what, don’t scare me, hey!’

’Give me a response, I’ll let bygones be bygones about your previous lies!’

’Yu Chen!’

Motan was frantically typing messages in the chat box while unusually calmly and composedly turning to Cordova, "Revitalize Powder!"

"No problem, guaranteed a large and full portion!"

Without a word, Cordova immediately pulled out an astonishingly large wooden box from his bag and flung it onto the ground. It exploded into a puff of crystalline green powder right under everyone’s feet, dispersing a rich life force that drew the attention of a large wave of mutants.

[As expected...]

Motan had sensed it earlier, Yu Chen’s ability to produce massive enmity and broadly taunt the mutants seemed to have failed. At the moment she fell, at least a hundred monsters hesitated and turned around, directing their attention toward the direction of the warriors of the joint forces.

No traces were found, but there were opportunities to exploit!

So, he immediately had Cordova smash the box of Revitalize Powder to further attract those mutants’ interest, then turned his head to look at Ger.

"I know."

Ger instantly understood; before Motan could open his mouth, he leaped high from his horse’s back. His relatively petite body paused slightly in the air before he fiercely charged toward the several steps in front of the chapel. In less than three seconds, he firmly landed in front of Snow Mane, his right arm’s small round shield spinning fast, firmly blocking a few mutants that still wanted to push forward, unharmed by the foes and not retreating a step.

Holding Yu Chen, Snow Mane finally breathed a sigh of relief, sat down with a thud, and with a complex expression watched Ger’s back, "Instructor, about that..."

"It’s so good to see you guys are alive."

Ger chuckled and waved his hand to interrupt: "We’ll talk about it later. Rest well, take care of Forget Language. I won’t let these creatures get past me."

He stood there nonchalantly, without any apparent gesture, yet the small round shield with the city gate emblem seemed to come to life, whirling up and down. It continuously used the force from Ger’s arms, shoulders, hips, and legs to catapult between himself, the mutants, the steps, and even the exterior of the chapel’s doors, plunging or flipping every mutant about to enter the territory behind him outside, not leaving a single gap.

As rumors put it, Ger, an Advanced Stage Knight of the Justice Sect, was best at mid- to small-scale defensive battles. However, the Justice Sect rarely encountered such battles, so he and his shield gradually became the stuff of eerie tales. It’s understandable, as one of the most aggressive forces of the Holy Church Union, the knights of the Justice Sect rarely encountered the word ’defense’; they mostly preferred group beatdowns.

Therefore, scenes of Ger surrounded by burly men kicking at the enemy were far more common than him holding firm with his shield, especially since stepping down to become an instructor. New knights in the past dozen years had hardly ever seen his shield.

That black, rotund, inconspicuous shield, like an iron gate, barred all mutants!

"Black Vatican Priest!"

Ger, while casually slapping his shield that had rebounded off a mutant’s face, sending it toward another monster’s hip, loudly said to Motan at the front of the square, "I can hold this place."

"For how long?"

Motan asked without pausing: "Without any additional support."

Ger raised an eyebrow, seized the rim of the shield flying back, leaned against the inner side of the shield, and dashed forward three and a half steps, fiercely knocking some newly climbed-up mutants back into the mass of corpses at the square and laughingly declared, "As long as you say."

"Three and a half years."

"..."

"Just kidding."

Motan grinned, having just received a message from Yu Chen, "It’s nothing major, it’s just the system forced me into unconsciousness, I’m mentally cheering (•̀ω•́)." He had completely calmed down, then spun around and loudly said to the warriors already assembled in front of the square, "The monsters in front of us are the last batch in Misha County..."

He paused for a moment, raised his tightly clenched right fist high above his head, and yelled at the top of his lungs, "No commands, no orders, no coordination, charge now, we will be triumphant!"

Whoosh!

"We will be triumphant!"

All pulled out their weapons, letting out deafening roars, and charged for one final assault.

The Mutant Groups that had noticed a large amount of fresh vitality had, at the same moment, shrieked and charged toward those already battle-worn and heavily injured prey!

Ten seconds later, the vanguard composed of two-hundred and sixty players from the suicide squad collided fiercely with the monsters. Within a few breaths, a quarter of them fell, yet they also clamped down on the wild surge of the opponents, binding those mutants, who were at least three times faster than ordinary humans, firmly at the edge of the square, unable to advance an inch!