Four Split Personalities

Motan himself also laughed, touching his nose awkwardly and spreading his hands, "It seems everything has been eaten, well, then let’s talk about something else..."

Actually, I don’t really know what to say, but since I’ve led everyone in battle for so long, it doesn’t seem quite right not to say anything.

This disaster has killed so many people, the vast majority of whom I do not know...

And to soothe this disaster, I have caused the death of many people, I can remember each of their names...

I don’t know if the catastrophe of Misha County will leave a significant mark in history, but that’s not important.

I also don’t know if those of you who readily went to their deaths will be engraved on the Monument of Brave Spirits, whether any name will be written incorrectly or be eroded by time.

All I know is that I will never forget these utterly terrible days, and you probably won’t either.

I don’t know what brought you all here, was it honor? was it justice? was it responsibility? was it money? was it experience? or were you just bored with nothing better to do?

So I can’t use any cause as a slogan.

All I can say is that we did the right thing, at least we did what we thought was right.

Myself included...

I might feel guilty, pressured, and uneasy about those orders that sent you all to your deaths, but I do not regret it, because the joint forces never asked anyone to obey orders unconditionally, we come and go freely, we have no ’Supervising Battle’ teams... well, we don’t even have what you’d call military discipline, but even so, I haven’t seen a single person back down.

We have cleared the mutants from the north, eradicated every Monster in the central area of Misha County centered on the Gudami Plain, and today we have killed three-quarters of more than twenty thousand Mutants in the Southern Territory, and we’re about to finish off the remaining quarter.

Be proud of yourselves, and, of course, if possible, it would be wonderful if you could praise me too."

Motan made a comical face.

"Hei Fan is awesome!"

Someone in the crowd suddenly yelled.

"Thank you very much."

Motan bowed exaggeratedly and then took a deep breath, shaking the cross on his wrist with a smile, "Perhaps as a Believer of the Goddess, I should wish for Her to bless you all, but the truth is, everything we’ve achieved so far we’ve fought for ourselves, so you might as well bless yourselves, in case you die in battle it’ll save our Goddess from taking the blame."

The crowd burst into laughter, including the Holy Knights with their strict discipline who shook their heads and smacked their lips.

"The upcoming battle doesn’t need command anymore."

Motan shrugged and smiled, "After the city gates are opened, the Black Vatican Priest will officially retire and join the battle as a common member of the joint forces. I plan to charge at the forefront, not because I want to set an example, but... well, you know, Her Highness the Saintess is still in the city."

Feather Song led the booing, followed by the players in the crowd who joined in the commotion, and finally, everyone booed along.

"So, please allow me one last time as the Commander of the joint forces..."

Motan’s expression became serious as he saluted everyone, "I wish you all great martial fortune!"

"Great martial fortune!"

Everyone, including Feather Song and those behind him, responded resoundingly.

"Open the gates!"

Motan turned abruptly, staring at the smoke-ridden city of Sawa, and swung his right hand down heavily—

"Rest in peace!"

Chapter 458: The End