Four Split Personalities

"No other way."

The Big-Eared Mosquito, having regained some spirit, struggled to stand up with the support of his sword, wiping the bloodstains on his cheek haphazardly and shrugged, "And there’s no need. According to the plan, all you have to do is charge back to the third defensive line from here, and we... huff, we just need to hold out for another seven or eight minutes, to ensure you’re sent off and consider the mission accomplished."

Swooping Eagle helped him, asking with a wry smile, "And then?"

"And then?"

The Big-Eared Mosquito laughed heartily, raising his fist and pounding it on the other’s Knight Armor, "Then, when we regroup, the third phase will be settled."

"Got to admit, when it comes to planting flags, you’re the tough one..."

"Damn, you do have a point there."

A moment later

The Knight Order, somewhat ready again, assembled once more behind Ger. Although they had recovered less than twenty percent of their overall condition, they unanimously declined further treatment, indicating they were ready to return to the fray.

It wasn’t because time was particularly pressing, but rather, if these Clergy continued their healing, then after their departure, the heavy-armored interception troops, completely drained of endurance, would be wiped out here in a short time.

"Let’s go, lads, the gods are with us."

Ger mounted his mini warhorse, looked up at the neat formation in front of him, tapped his breastplate twice, and made the blessing gesture common within the Holy Church Union, then turned his horse’s head to look at the warriors in front of the fortifications... the ones opening a path for the Knight Order.

Those willing to use their bodies to build a wall for the Knight Order, covering their comrades whose strength far exceeded their own, fighting isolated until now yet never taking a step back, looked over at them as well. Each of their armors was battered, their bodies covered in the filthy black blood of the Mutants, looking as though they might collapse at any moment, yet they still clenched their teeth and stood their ground.

Their gazes toward the Knights were pure and gentle, filled with expectation, encouragement, boasting, and smugness, but not a hint of complaint.

Every living person on this position stood upright, using weapons, shields, fists, elbows, and even headbutts to repel the monsters desperately crowding them, silently waiting for the Knight Order to charge again.

Beyond them lay dozens of silent corpses, some whole, some not, some peaceful, some with glaring eyes... or just a blur of flesh and blood. They were the fallen, desperately retrieved from the clutches of the monsters by their comrades.

Pale-faced Healers also slowly made their way to the front of the fortifications, and the High Priest from the Fertile Sect raised his hands as if to release a wide-range healing Divine Art, but in the end, he only managed to conjure a dim, yellow mist that quickly dissipated in the breeze.

"Let’s go, lads, the gods are with us."

The survivors of the armor-clad interception troops heard Ger’s pep talk to the Knight Order and smiled softly, turning their heads, offering looks of expectation and encouragement. Then they saw the lead Dwarf Knight turn towards them, solemnly lifting his Longsword and declared, "And glory belongs to you."

"Glory belongs to you!"

Three hundred and ninety-seven Holy Knights neatly raised their Longswords in front of their foreheads, their eyes burning as they solemnly paid tribute to the Big-Eared Mosquito leaning on his sword, Ferman who lay unconscious, the High Priest of the Fertile Sect trying to muster another Divine Art, the Dwarf Priest swinging a hammer at a Mutant’s jaw while turning back with a goofy smile, and everyone standing there, and everyone lying there, repeating resoundingly, "Glory belongs to you!"

Tears streamed down the face of a blood-stained female warrior, who clung tightly to the young human man in her arms, who had lost his left arm and was unconscious from severe injuries, suddenly screaming at the top of her lungs, "Kill them all!"

"Good, wait for our triumphant return."

Ger nodded solemnly, vigorously flung his cape, which wasn’t much different from a pillowcase, raised his Longsword, and drifted toward the Mutants like a breeze.

"Wait for our triumphant return!"

Behind that breeze was a storm made up of three hundred and ninety-seven Holy Knights, roaring towards the even larger horde of monsters outside the fortifications.

Game Time PM16:06

Misha County United Forces Holy Knight Order began their fourth charge.

Meanwhile

Hodir Mountain Path, Third Engagement Zone

"Feather Song reports that the Knight Order started their fourth charge twenty seconds ago,"

She quickly scanned the message panel and calmly said behind Motan, "He did not report on the condition of the Holy Knights; the arrival time cannot be judged."

This emotionless female assassin had taken on the role of deputy once again. On one hand, she had exhausted the majority of her strength in the previous few hours to the point where she would collapse after just a short run, and on the other hand, because Motan was completely unable to handle the barrage of messages coming from all sides, as he was now focusing all his energy on battlefield command, constantly adjusting every detail as best as possible to maintain a defense line that was on the verge of collapse.

This was by no means an easy task, even for someone as talented as him in this regard. Although the number of enemies had been reduced to the minimum, correspondingly, the combat power of his own side had also begun to plummet. The warriors were at their physical limits, and the psychological pressure was increasing. The slightest carelessness might lead to a complete collapse.

All sentient beings have their limits, even those with the most tenacious will, so Motan did not dare to be negligent, fearing that a single misjudgment would lead to the loss of all their efforts...

"He didn’t report the condition?"

Motan frowned slightly, nodding, "I think I know what’s happening. Later on, send a message to that heavy armor intercept group’s messenger called Big Eared Mosquito. Ask if their healers still have the capacity to spare. If the answer is yes, they might still be saved, as long as the Knight Order can arrive in time... Damn! The people at eleven o’clock need to fall back NOW! You’re about to be cut off!!"

He stepped into the half-meter range affected by the amplification magic and anxiously issued instructions. But the ever-changing battlefield did not give Motan a chance. Almost as soon as his words finished, dozens of mutants charging from the flank forcibly pushed back three squads, roaring as they pounced towards the left of the line. The squad that was trapped among the enemies had been completely cut off at the right front of the main force, turning into an isolated unit, a unit that would not receive any support for at least the next ten minutes.

Eventually, a mistake still occurred. In this battlefield, where at this moment no formations existed, three combat sequences were totally mixed together, and anyone with the strength was pulled to the front line to fight. Distracted, he had ultimately overlooked a spot... No?

"Wait, I remember I just told them to withdraw. Why..."

Motan was momentarily dazed, and just then, that ’isolated unit’ of only four people had already caught the attention of the surrounding aggressive mutants.

"It’s over!"

The orc warrior swinging his hammer frantically in an attempt to carve out a pathway wore a bitter expression. Though he tried hard, the so-called blood path was utterly impenetrable; they couldn’t even advance in the direction of the fortifications after ten seconds.

"Then we’ll fight them to the end,"

The two human girls standing back to back said resolutely, shouting, "Buy us two minutes. We’ll detonate our own magic power and perish together with them..."

"No need."

Dressed in a black-and-white robe, the sweet and innocent-looking ’Great Yin-Yang Master Guxiaole’ shook her head and lazily raised her hands.

The next moment, two objects appeared before her...

To the left was a pale white spirit tablet.

To the right, a deep red talisman.

"[Medium Secret Technique—Ghost Realm]!"

She flung the spirit tablet into the air, followed swiftly by crushing the ’writhing’ talisman...

[Yin-Yang Shift Technique—Paper Egret]!"

Chapter 443: End