Four Split Personalities

"Joint Spellcasting Group!"

Motan tore open his last Amplification Scroll and shouted loudly, "Target inside the city, Fireball Technique, Curve Shot."

The next second, nearly a hundred raging fireballs soared from behind him, drawing scattered parabolas across the sky like a meteor shower before plummeting into the city.

Then...

Boom!!!

Almost at the instant the first fireball hit the ground, a blinding pillar of flame shot into the sky, then began to spread endlessly. In less than five minutes, the southern district of Sava City was ablaze, turning the entire sky red.

No one cried out in shock, because everyone present knew this was only the beginning.

The final phase’s steps were never secret, cruder and simpler than the previous three stages. Put simply, it involved maximizing the bombing with the "Kirov" to inflict the greatest damage on the remaining mutants. Then, the forces of Cordova and Xia Lian (now replaced by the Skalan Duchy reinforcements) at the long bridge would stop intercepting, allowing those monsters to step into the Twin Cities. Simultaneously, the princess’s Guard, previously transported across the tributary of the Jin Hui River, would take action. They would whisk her at full speed to Sava City once the drugs suppressing her bodily functions in Yu Chen’s body wore off, naturally leading the attracted mutants to follow...

Having completed the evacuation, Sava City would then open its gates to welcome the princess’s Guard and the pursuers behind them. Everyone inside had already been evacuated half an hour earlier. The players and Guards in charge of the evacuation did three things before leaving: flung open the south gate, sealed all other entrances, and scattered any easily combustible fuel throughout the city.

And then—Burn!

Nearly a hundred Fireball Techniques effortlessly ignited the fires in the south of the city. With enough fuel, a mere ten minutes was enough for the city-burning blaze to spread thoroughly.

If calculations were correct, this inferno should burn for about two hours.

After that, the city gates would reopen, and those who had survived the previous three stages of the Requiem of Souls would face the last batch of mutants from Misha County. They’d draw the final stroke on this already prolonged war before dawn.

The elven warrior Grape, a member of the dare-to-die squad, tilted her head up slightly, looking at the flames almost engulfing the whole of Sava City, and subconsciously tightened her grasp on her husband’s hand.

She didn’t know if she could survive the first charge after the gates reopened. Honestly, she didn’t care whether she’d survive. Even if her new character ended up as a goblin or Lizardman, at worst, she’d just find a way to die once more. Her concern was for the people inside the city...

The dare-to-die squad of the fourth phase might have a sliver of chance to survive, and the heavily armed interception squad entrusted with the most arduous tasks in the third phase weren’t necessarily doomed to die, but Morning Forgotten Language, the Saintess, and her surrounding Guard were playing the lead role in a mission with no future.

To withstand the pursuit of thousands of mutants in a fiercely burning city until the fire died down wasn’t a very difficult task, but if surviving was the premise, then it was nearly a joke.

Even a tough warrior-housewife like Grape wouldn’t accept such a suicidal mission in real life, but those NPCs with no second chance accepted it without hesitation, knowing full well what would come as they rushed into Sava City.

This gesture, which couldn’t simply be described as brave, baffled Grape, but it didn’t stop her eyes from reddening for those companions already engulfed in the sea of fire.

"It will be over soon, wife,"

Tirio Wind Rage gently pinched his partner’s cold hand, forcing a smile as he spoke, "It’ll all be over soon. We will win."

"I know."

Grape rubbed her eyes, staring fixedly at the fearsome, heat-emitting city before her...

"Of course, we will win!"

...

"They merely did what they could and should do."

Gerbin looked at the silent Motan beside him and said gravely, "You need not feel guilty. Snow Mane and those who volunteered for the Guard were ready for this. No victory comes without a price, and clearly, they were willing to pay that price for victory..."

Motan nodded slightly, remained silent for a long while before managing to force a rather ugly smile, "I know. I realized that when I saw them off."

Three High Order Righteous Knights, including Snow Mane, plus twenty exceptional Middle level knights—all NPCs with no chance for a do-over—had unhesitatingly accepted his request...

A request to send them to their deaths.

Now that the final phase was more than half over, and there was no longer a need to maintain an iron will, Motan couldn’t help but recall those people turning to leave, unavoidably seeing their determined figures, and inevitably... became weak.

But now wasn’t the time to be weak. Misha County was still not liberated, and numerous mutants were still active on this land, in the madly burning city before him.

He had to pull himself together!

"But, Black Vatican Priest..."

Gerbin looked at him hesitantly, carefully choosing his words before asking uncertainly, "Are you certain Forget Language will be alright? I... I really can’t imagine... Despite your assurances, if something unexpected happens to her..."

Motan’s expression stiffened slightly, then quickly relaxed as he said, "Don’t worry, she will be fine."

She will be fine...

She will be fine...

But would she really be fine?

An uneasy Motan subconsciously furrowed his brows, then quickly opened his friend list and located the ID at the very top—[Morning Forgotten Language/Absolute Neutrality].

’How’s the situation?’ he sent a message and then, for the first time, prayed that the other party wouldn’t reply.

The result...

’Situation’s not bad, we’ve charged into the Holy Church Union chapel just like we planned, there’s nothing much around here that can burn, it’s just a bit hot.’

In less than two seconds, Yu Chen’s message appeared before Motan’s eyes.

The latter’s expression visibly darkened, and he replied in a second, ’Why haven’t you logged out yet? Could it be you’re caught in a combat situation?!’

’Ah, no, no, haven’t entered combat status yet, Snow Mane and the others have already established the defensive line, and those mutants haven’t touched me.’

’Then why haven’t you logged out?’

’I just didn’t get around to it, relax, relax, I’m logging out now, bye-bye~’

’Hey! Hadn’t we already agreed on this?’

Motan sent out a message in annoyance but received no reply.

’Are you still there?’

Motan composed another message and sent it, but it was like casting stones into the sea.

[Could she really have obediently logged out?]

Motan’s brows relaxed slightly, and after a few seconds, he sent another message to Yu Chen, ’Stop pretending! I know you’re still there!’

Still, there was no response, as if Yu Chen had indeed left the game.

She should have exited the game because that was part of the plan...

The Princess’s Guard was to escort Yu Chen to the Holy Church Union chapel in the City of Savar, then set up a defense right there, blocking the entrance to the chapel, while Yu Chen, who wasn’t dragged into combat status by any mutant, was to find a blind spot in the chapel and log out at a place where Snow Mane and the others couldn’t see her.

Then, without their target of hatred present, the monsters might not charge the defensive line too persistently, and the Princess’s Guard could then casually find a spot to let themselves be burned alive after covering their life signs with Death Dust...

This was impossible.

Even if the existence ’Morning Forgotten Language’ completely disappeared from the Realm of Innocence due to logging out, those monsters would definitely target the only living people inside City of Savar and eradicate the entire Princess’s Guard.

But at least Yu Chen would survive.

That was the proper procedure...

In a situation with no other choice, even if only one person could survive, it was still better than the annihilation of the entire force.

This was the explanation Motan had given to Yu Chen before, and the latter had agreed to his request straightforwardly.

But...

Motan watched the City of Savar engulfed in flames, his fists clenched slightly under his robe.

"Why do I feel so uneasy..."

Chapter 457: End