Four Split Personalities

Dice laughed heartily and spread his hands, "That’s right, it was our Commander. He was just a noob Priest back then, said he was going to Hover City to help Her Highness the Saintess. I thought he was boasting at the time, but who would have thought, in such a short time, that kid actually became the boss and he’s doing a bang-up job."

"The Black Vatican Priest is very impressive. If it weren’t for him..."

I was just about to say a few good words about the boss when Dice waved his hand to interrupt me.

"I know, I know all about it."

He shook his head and sighed deeply, "I was just thinking, if he... or if one of those two Saintesses had come a bit earlier, that child might not have had to die."

I was at a loss for words again...

Dice didn’t go on because there are no ’what-ifs’ in this world.

I don’t know how long it was before the fire’s intensity began to wane. Black Vatican returned to the front of the group and gave everyone something of a ’speech,’ which strictly speaking, wasn’t much of a speech. It felt more like chatting about everyday things...

He called himself a half-wit...

He said he couldn’t forget these utterly terrible days...

He said that at least, we did what we thought was right...

He told us to be proud of ourselves...

From an objective standpoint, none of the words he said had any dominance or stirring power.

But for some reason, I suddenly felt much more relaxed.

Moments later, the north gate of Sawar City was flung open again, and we stepped onto the final battlefield.

Surprisingly, Miss Morning Forgotten Language was still alive, not just her, even those Princess’s Guard NPCs were still breathing!

Even though nobody understood what that earth-shattering black light was all about, we still charged at the Mutants right away, in our final charge.

We fought each in our own disorganized way, squeezing out every bit of our strength, fighting a fierce battle on the scorching battlefield, our comrades fell one by one, the monsters fell one by one, everywhere were shouts of killing, howls, and the sounds of flesh being torn apart.

Our eyes were bloodshot with rage. The daredevil comrades were almost a hundred down in an instant, but not a single person retreated.

That Thief named Dice saved my life, at the cost of having half his neck torn open by a rampaging beast.

It was only then, belatedly, that I wondered why an NPC like him was in the daredevil team.

Maybe I’ll never know the answer, but the relieved look in his eyes before he died gave me a faint understanding of something.

A few minutes later, I too exhausted my Health Points from excessive blood loss and died on the charge, unheroically fallen on a pile of rubble.

To our fortune, we ultimately won.

An hour ago, my friend told me that the regional world mission "Rescue Misha" had been completed, we had won.

At this moment, I feel any flowery rhetoric is superfluous, so I plan to end with some data I obtained from Sister Feather Song...

According to rough statistics:

By the start of the Requiem Plan, a total of six hundred and twenty-one people from the Misha County Coalition Forces had died, sweeping the North Territory centered around Hover and Mida City, liberating the central part of Misha County around New Bud City, Granc City, and the Guda Mi Plains, and securing footholds in the Southern Territory cities of White Tower and Pan Tree, saving nearly twenty thousand common people. Saintess Wang Yu accumulated nearly three thousand people’s plagues.

Requiem Plan Phase One: More than three hundred warriors who stood in place of Saintess Xia Lian and those from Cordova at the Twin Cities Long Bridge saw two hundred and sixty-seven casualties.

Requiem Plan Phase Two: Under Black Vatican’s command, the lure-the-enemy plan was completed with no casualties.

Requiem Plan Phase Three: A total of eight hundred and seventy-five casualties, of which three high-level professionals died from exhaustion.

By the final phase of the Requiem Plan, the surviving forces of the coalition numbered one thousand two hundred and twenty-three.

As of game time AM01:45 that day, all mutants in Misha County were wiped out, and the coalition forces achieved their ultimate victory.

Total survivors: two hundred and five.

...

My Misha’s Diary has ended.

Once again, thanks to the forum moderator @Benevolent Tyrant Dragon; thanks to the friendly proofreader @Sandstorm Funeral; thanks to @Spring bro, @Crab Roe Bao, @Supreme Northern Gentleman, @Omni-Heaven Explosive Run, @Mystic Thief Peppa, and everyone else who has supported me; thank you to every single person who has fought alongside me, I love you all.

— [2049.02.27, Goblin Princess Celia]

Motan, sitting in front of the monitor, remained silent for a long time, silently giving the post a like as a visitor before turning it off, standing up to make himself a cup of coffee, without adding anything to it.

A bit bitter, a bit astringent, a bit sweet.

Chapter 465: End