Four Split Personalities

"Thank you, Pierce..."

A blurry figure murmured in his arms, her face impossible to make out no matter how hard he looked, the only clarity was her messy, chestnut-colored short hair. She weakly lifted her blood-soaked, delicate hand, caressing his pale cheek with a smile in her eyes.

Her slender and rough hand grew colder, no matter how desperately he commanded the shadows to plug the wound, he was still unable to prevent her warmth and vitality from slipping away.

"..."

Tears streaming down his face, he seemed to be screaming something, probably that person’s name, but no matter how hard he tried to recall, even when he called out loudly, he still could not remember her name.

"You are my hero, Pierce... become stronger, I want you to be stronger, so that you won’t blame yourself like you do now... suffer like this... when you meet someone else, someone more deserving of your care..."

Such utter nonsense, this foolish woman who knew no better!

"Shut up, ... you’ll be fine!"

He yelled in anger, still unable to remember her name, but that didn’t matter. The urgent task at hand was to save her, to bring her back to life at all costs!

"I’m so glad you are this sad for me... this upset, but I don’t want you to be like this anymore, so strive to become strong, strong enough that you won’t let yourself suffer over such things."

Are you out of your mind?

What time is it to still be saying such things?

If you die here, what’s the point of me getting stronger?

Are you an idiot? Are you crazy? I wouldn’t do this for a second person other than you!

Your concerns are all needless!

If you really care about me, then damn well fight to live! Don’t leave me alone! Scold me with your hands on your hips like you used to! Pop out of nowhere and startle me like you did last night!

You don’t know shit!

Don’t you dare die on me!

Although this is what he thought, although these were his true feelings, but...

"Ah, I understand, I will definitely become super strong, then go around playing the hero, saving beauties, to make sure you die with regrets!"

Pierce Sclinger held her increasingly weak hand tightly, forcing a hideous smile, and loudly said, "So, rest assured, Milena."

How great it was that, in the end, he could remember her name.

"Heh, you liar..."

The woman in his arms shook her head, murmuring softly, "The first time we met, it was I who saved you..."

Her hand dropped, and with a contented smile, she closed her eyes, devoid of breath.

From that day on, Sclinger became a completely different person, relentlessly striving to become stronger, losing himself gradually in the process, until he even forgot the name of that woman.

Until now...

"How wonderful it is to remember your name at the end... so wonderful..."

"I kept my promise, I became stronger, and I never grieved for anyone else..."

"Because aside from you, there is no one else who can make me sad..."

"Milena..."

Pierce Sclinger died, his body torn into dozens of pieces by sword light, and at the moment they scattered on the ground, they were incinerated to ashes by the Flame Stream that followed the final move, Broken Sunset.

But as Darian had said earlier, it was a death without any Torment, a quick and clean end. Sclinger didn’t feel a hint of pain until the very last moment. On the contrary, as he lost consciousness, he seemed to see that chestnut-haired woman, smiling and beckoning to him...

"So, it’s your turn now..."

In an instant, Darian Diesel, who had slaughtered a Great Mage in a blink, materialized before Sergei. His chiseled face bore no expression as he spoke with no inflection in his voice, "Our dear ancestor truly suffered your ’care’."

"Puh!!"

Sergei spat out a mouthful of blood, crushed to the ground by Darian’s sheer presence. Blood oozed continuously from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, and even his bones creaked relentlessly from within. He could do nothing but vomit blood and desperately plead with his eyes; he was rendered unable to utter a single word.

The unexpected feebleness of his opponent made Darian frown. He silently retracted the aura he had unknowingly revealed in his rage and said, "Don’t be like this, sir. If you die too cleanly, it will make things difficult for me."

With that, he extended two fingers toward Sergei’s trembling form, pointing at him, and sent a vigorous red-golden Fighting Spirit into Sergei’s body. While preserving his consciousness and Qi Force, he casually crippled his ability to move.

"I did not come alone."

Darian casually turned and bowed to Jadka, "Also joining me in dealing with this matter, is a third of the Diesel Iron Cavalry."

Jadka raised an eyebrow: "And then?"

"And then... Since this man dared to strike against our Grand Elder, that means..."

Darian took a deep breath, then with a low voice, he commanded, "Crush him."

His voice was not loud, but those three words swept out as if endowed with magic, exploding in the air like thunder.

The next moment, under the stunned gaze of Motan and the others, hundreds of Heavy Cavalry, cloaked in black, stepped out in unison from all directions. They wore the same dark silver Magic Pattern Plate Armor as Darian, with langquenards of over two meters strapped to their waists, and held Cloud Steel Dragon Spears, three and a half meters in length, and entirely white. They rode on Diesel Black Dragon Colts, priced at no less than 8,000 Gold Coins. These powerful beasts, muscles knotted and skin dark, equal in strength to Middle Rank Demon Beasts, moved silently in unison. The sound of their hooves was like the dull thunder of a storm, resonant and overwhelming, without any hint of discord.