Quadruple split.

Chapter 31 It can be done!
The most powerful Ned was being attacked by four orc warriors at the same time. The long sword in his hand was filled with a layer of light blue mist, and there was a slight chill on it. Frost-enchanted weapons were able to contain the enemies who might hit Motan and Futaba to the greatest extent, but Ned himself, who was consuming more and more, had already begun to be injured.

In the process of a collision and interception, he was even hit in the back by two warhammers at the same time. If he hadn't blocked it with a backhand in time, the impact alone might have seriously injured him directly.

But what Mo Tan could do was to bless him with a prayer of perseverance every five minutes, and occasionally interspersed with a few law shields and healing spells that were better than nothing.

He really couldn't do more, because despite what seemed like a dangerous situation, Ned was already in the best shape of himself and Futaba at this point...

The bone of Salazar's left arm was broken. In order to help Crabbe get rid of the predicament of being attacked by the enemy more than ten seconds ago, he directly punched the enemy behind his teammates with an elbow, but was attacked by the orc warrior who was originally entangled with him. The fist smashed horizontally to the side, and an arm was directly abolished.

After that, Mortan hardly interrupted the Statute Shield on his body, but he was unable to perform high-intensity treatment for Salazar.

Because the situation of Yinna and Crabbe was so bad at this time, the latter's forehead was drawn with a deep blood hole that could be seen in the fight, and the continuous gushing blood made his vision become abnormal. It's blurry, and the giant axe in his hand has begun to have a gap because it has been beaten dozens of times with the strength only slightly inferior to that of his own clan...

And because he doesn't like to wear the tight standard soft armor, his naked upper body is already covered with trauma at this time. Even if his physique is far better than that of the previous player with extremely poor game experience, Mo Tan knows that if he continues, Crabbe steps Its follow-up is only a matter of time!

Most of the Lay on Hands spells with insignificant healing effects were used on Crabbe by Motan. Although he can still barely maintain his fighting power with the prayer of tenacity, it is only 'now'!

You must know that Mo Tan's magic power and belief value are limited!

Yinna's injury is much better. After all, the evasion ability and speed of the elf ranger far exceed all the enemies present, but you must know that she is not a strong orc like Crabbe, nor is Salazar obsessed with it for a long time. A monk who has tempered his body and mind, many of the attacks that the latter two can survive with a little slowness, Yinna will pay a heavy price if she hits it once.

Simply put, the blood is less and the prevention is low!
Originally, Mo Tan was able to maintain the Holy Word Shield (law) for her as much as possible, but since Salazar broke an arm, he has been unable to take care of it...

To be honest, Mo Tan has been able to maintain a relatively tight auxiliary rhythm in the past ten minutes so far. In addition to using his skills as much as possible in critical moments, he is also due to the new talent he acquired not long ago.

[Pious: Your devotion to the god's mansion is worthy of recognition, and the passive recovery rate of Faith is permanently increased by 30%; when you are in a combat state and do not move for 30 seconds, you will enter a 'Pious' state. Passive recovery speed increased by 50%, this status will be removed after moving, reactivation requires re-requiring 'Devotion'. 】

This talent is most likely a gift from God. After all, Mo Tan did not feel that he had the potential of a mad believer, nor did he make any achievements for the sect. It is logically impossible to get such a game that is obviously like a game so quickly. A talent that will be more useful later on.

The lower the talent level, the less practical it is... Mo Tan complained in his heart that he was cheap and sold well before.

But if it wasn't for the support of [Religion] at this time, he would have used up his magic power and faith value long ago.

but……

[Can't do it. 】

Mo Tan mechanically raised his hands for an unknown number of times, and blessed the Holy Word Shield that had just cooled down on Salazar, who had just suffered a heavy blow, and his body had begun to become unbalanced.

[Or, I can do it, but 'I' can't do it...]

Ned was forcing a charge, trying to save Yinna, who was blocked by an orc shield warrior, who had blocked the dodging angle. He succeeded, but was also slammed into the back by the enemy who was following closely behind.

[If I appeared here with another personality, maybe I wouldn't be in this predicament...]

Mortan stiffly refreshed Ned's Enduring Prayer of Tenacity, and when he was about to heal Crabbe, he found that his magic power had almost bottomed out.

At this time, his companion had thrown away his nearly scrapped axe, and was entangled with the two orc warriors who were trying to outflank Salazar with his bare hands, and there were several more wounds on his body.

['I' can face any desperation and difficulties with a smile, and effectively use everything to achieve my goals, without relying on anyone, and enjoy the crazy fun calmly...]

Futaba's spellcasting stopped, she no longer had any magic power, and at this moment, even the most ordinary fireball could not be released...

['I' can be the most trustworthy support for our partners. With persistence and belief, I will accompany everyone to create miracles with their own hands...]

Yin Na's face was pale. Although Ned created a breathing space for her just now, she has already consumed too much physical strength, and the current situation is so desperate that there is almost no chance of a turnaround. Chance.

[But 'I' can't do it... Although I have the same knowledge, experience, experience, and knowledge, even though it is the same 'I', the one standing here is the most mediocre one... 】

Mo Tan's hands clenched weakly, his face ashen.

Human beings, at some point, will suddenly develop a sense of self-loathing, whether they are geniuses, great men, villains, lunatics, or mediocrity.

Regret and chagrin, questioning and introspection are the privileges of intelligent creatures.

I hate myself for betraying my friends.

Hate your indifferent self.

I hate myself for not being filial.

Hate unscrupulous self.

I hate myself for lacking courage.

Hate the immutable self.

Hate half-hearted self.

I hate my self-contained self.

Turning around and looking back, if we could go back to those moments when we didn’t want to be remembered, we would want to give ourselves such a slap in the face.

When the original atmosphere was good enough, if we had the courage to confess, wouldn't the result be different?
If you can spare even half a day to visit your family during your busy work, wouldn’t it be so regrettable?

Stand up when your friends are in difficulty, even if you will be very guilty and embarrassed for a while, but is it possible that you will not be too lonely now?
Of course, the world is not that sweet...

Even if you muster up the courage to speak up, you may be humiliated in public.

Even if he returns home with the risk of being laid off, he may not be able to catch up with that last second.

Even if you stand up for a friend, they may sell you one day in the future.

But just a beautiful possibility is enough to make us regret, hate and even hate ourselves at some point.

But Motan is different...or rather, a large part of it is different...

In the state of [chaotic neutrality], he likes to treat everything as a pleasure, and he will never be responsible for his actions, which of course also includes the emotions of 'self-loathing' or 'regret', even if it is The death threat that is close at hand will be regarded as a rather adventurous game by him~
In the state of [Lawful Good], he will not do anything that violates his principles. He always knows what he should do and what he wants to do. He is always responsible for his words and deeds, and is proud of his good deeds. So naturally you don't hate yourself.

But the Motan at this time is different...

He's not that different from most of us, so he hates the 'can't do anything' self now.

Even if he is only a 2nd-level priest, he has done his best in this encounter, but Mo Tan is still very dissatisfied with himself...

[If it weren't for the current 'me', I would definitely be able to do better! 】

This is what he thinks, and it is precisely because he understands 'self' too much that this kind of emotion arises. After all, if we were normal people like us, we would basically have 'Ah~ I've tried my best~' an idea.

Just like a student who has the ability to score 100 points in the test, he will be more upset than the scumbags when he encounters a problem that he cannot do. It is the same reason.

The reason for this maddening feeling is not because of how close Mo Tan and the members of the Fenrir team are, how sympathetic they are. In fact, he can still distinguish between the game and reality very well. As for Futaba Not to mention, if you die, you'll just be beaten back to the prototype to start over.

He's just dissatisfied with himself...

There is no harm without contrast. Sometimes this sentence is not just a joke, Mo Tan was hurt by his 'self'.

Because he is no different from the 'most of us'.

We need recognition, even when we are angry with ourselves, we just need a little self-comfort...

And now Mo Tan couldn't even find any reason to comfort him.

But he is not alone...

"Hey! Slow down!" Ned staggered and took two steps forward, but suddenly turned back and smiled at him: "Are you a little tired?"

Mo Tan was stunned.

Salazar snorted lightly and crashed into the arms of an orc warrior before the Holy Word Shield on his body faded. At the same time, he put on a dark energy to shake the opponent four or five steps away, and even grinned rarely. , Chong Mo Tan gave a distant thumbs up: "Don't listen to the captain's nonsense, you are really good! Well, especially after my arm is broken."

"Hehe!" Crabbe grabbed a heavy and rough hammer, smashed the orc who was so tired that he was sticking out his tongue down the slope, and laughed: "I think this kid is here, I at least It's twice as fast as usual!"

Yin Na happened to dodge between Mo Tan and Futaba at this moment, raised her hand and shot an arrow at the guy who wanted to chase after Ned, turned her head and smiled at the two of them: "Captain never speaks nicely. , you are all amazing!"

Shuangye shrugged, pouted at Motan, and muttered, "He's more useful than me, and his mana doesn't seem to be useless."

Mo Tan was stunned for a while, until Crabbe signaled to himself that he should add a little more blood with a pretentious scream not far away.

It seems that even if I am not 'special', it is still useful...

【Do not!Maybe even more useful! 】

Raising his hand and throwing a Lay on Hand to Crabbe, Mo Tan began to think.

[Maybe now I can't make any unpredictable plan, and I can't make everything go to hell with my own power~]

Mo Tan looked around the small and messy battlefield.

[I don’t have enough courage and willpower to shoulder everything and stand at the forefront to lead everyone to victory. 】

The figures and actions of every teammate around him clearly came into view. This short period of hard work has given Mo Tan a preliminary understanding of everyone.

【but……】

Only healers in auxiliary positions have the opportunity to master everyone's habits, actions, and abilities in battle in the shortest possible time, so that they can make treatment or blessings in advance.

[There are also some things that only me, the me, can do. 】

Mo Tan has always had: enough knowledge and wisdom, fast reaction speed, keen insight!
What you only have when you are a black Brahman: an auxiliary occupation, an approachable personality, and a resonance with most ordinary people!
"team leader!"

Ned turned around immediately.

I saw Mo Tan suddenly shouted in a deep voice: "Behind you, a little to the left! Suppress the one with the shield!"

"What do you mean?" Ned glanced in that direction subconsciously, and after a little hesitation, he still rushed over, swinging his sword to force the opponent to raise his shield to block.

Although he wasn't quite sure why he wanted to suppress a shield-wielding soldier with little attack ability at such a time, it didn't prevent Ned from trusting Mordan.

This trust was given to him by Mo Tan in the past ten minutes!
"Crabbe!" Mo Tan didn't give any explanation, but only blessed Krabbe with the Holy Word Shield that should have been applied to Ned according to the previous rhythm, and said loudly: "Take three steps back! Swish that red-haired one! "

Crabbe didn't say a word, Dengdengdeng took three steps back, and swung a hammer at an orc soldier who was inconvenient to shoot just now because he didn't have a good position.

The other party has been waiting for work, so he easily avoided the blow, but he also turned away subconsciously.

"Salazar! Blow him up!" Mo Tan said immediately, "Using the trick that you have to slow down for half a minute once you use it!"

Bah! !

The Lizardman monk slapped the guy who had just turned sideways and turned his back towards him with a palm, and asked in confusion, "How did you know that I did this 'collapse palm'?"

"Nonsense, I've been watching it all the time!" Mo Tan replied casually, his right hand stretched out, and a golden halo flashed, but it was not any auxiliary spell.

It is the lowest level of divine art in the knowledge of holy light, and the attack power is extremely poor - Ningguangya
But even though the attack power of this skill is very poor, it is bright!
"Yinna!" Mo Tan said immediately after throwing out the light arrow: "This is the direction, Salazar has helped you pull the angle away! Do you see those dirty butts? Please spread it with one hand!"

"Received~~~"

Chapter 30: Final
(End of this chapter)