Quadruple split.

Chapter 63 It's getting dark

Mo Tan's mood at this moment is indescribable. He is also flustered, confused, and overwhelmed, but time is running out. The almost incomprehensible strength of the class is obvious to all, and Salazar cannot be erased no matter how much he delays. The absolute strength gap between the two, the threat of death has never disappeared, and it will only make people tremble even more when it temporarily slows down.

If Ned hadn't said the previous sentence, perhaps Mo Tan would have chosen to stay with Futaba to face the former, but after learning that the other party wanted to make the information about the crimes of the Marshall family public. , he finally decided to choose 'right', even though it was cruel...

It's not the cruelty to those who are left to die, but more to the cruelty to himself.

Forcing yourself to let go of your partner's hand and go away alone often takes more courage than standing up recklessly.

Mo Tan actually didn't know what he should do. After all, like most of us, he was always so swaying and could be shaken by too many things, so he forced himself to think differently...

How would you judge if you were yourself at other times?
If you were in another state, what decision would you make?
He came up with the answer and didn't hesitate any longer.

"We have to leave!" Mo Tan tugged at Futaba's slender arm, trying to make the girl who had lost control of her emotions regain her sanity. He thought this girl would be calmer than himself, but he didn't expect the other party's The heart hidden behind the code name 'SUN' is far less strong than the outer shell.

Futaba wrenched his hand away, shaking his head desperately: "I don't want to leave, I've had enough, really, run away..."

[I can't go on like this anymore, I must find a way to let her leave together, but it's hard to convince her in a short period of time with my current self. If it was me at that time...if I was good at guiding or confusing others' emotions I……】

Mo Tanqiang endured a sudden dizziness, thinking hard and feeling what he would do at this moment if he was in a state of another personality.

At the same time, it is necessary to maintain the current 'self'.

You must know that it is not difficult to think in a different position, but it is not easy for Mo Tan to simulate another idea of ​​his own...

And he can't forcibly quit the game even if he is judged by the system to be in combat state. If he is kicked out of the game because of personality conversion, the consequences will be even more disastrous. It must be known that the player cannot reasonably disappear in front of two NPCs. Hei Fan's body Most of them will stay in the game under systematic protection like the character 'Mo' was used before. You must know that such protection is only effective for harassment and other bad behaviors, and it is impossible to prevent death or something...

Otherwise, as long as life is in danger, it will drop the line, wouldn't it be too beautiful?

Although I haven't experienced it myself, I should be able to guess even if I guess...

Therefore, you must still be a 'Black Brahma', and you must not be disconnected due to personality transformation, and you must use the thinking mode of other personalities to think in this situation!
It's hard, but it's not impossible, if it's your own...

If it is the most ordinary me now, this me who has no characteristics or 'personal style' at all, there should be a chance!

……

The painful time is always extraordinarily long. When the dizziness that seems to have lasted for a long time recedes, the time outside is only a few seconds.

There seemed to be a system prompt beeping in his ear, but Mo Tan didn't care, just shook his head slightly at Futaba, and the corner of his mouth outlined a contemptuous arc.

"It turns out that you only have this level..." His slightly upward tone was full of sympathy and harsh malice: "Hypocritical, impulsive, naive and ignorant, tsk tsk, I'm almost moved to cry by this innocence. now~"

Futaba didn't move at all, just indifferently pulled out two scrolls, turned her back to him: "Whatever you say."

"Well, it's really lofty, this is the so-called sacrifice of life, right?" Mo Tan lazily released Lay on Hands and Perseverance Prayer on Ned and Yinna respectively, and kept his mouth in Futaba's ear. He murmured: "A piece of data, AI, etc., but in the end, are they inferior to these guys, or is it because you think you are a high-level 'player' that you choose to make their deaths meaningless?"

"Don't say it..." Futaba covered her cheek with her cuff, and choked in a low voice, "Don't mind me."

"Don't be sentimental, I don't want to care about you." Mo Tan couldn't help but sneer, leaned closer to Shuangye and said in a low voice, "It's just that those smart data that died in vain are a bit pitiful, after all, the waste paper that has even blown his nose these days. Both of them can create some value, and the two of Crabbe and Salazar, um, and Ned who decided to stay here and die, are rendered meaningless by you."

Futaba turned around abruptly, staring at Mo Tan with red eyes, her voice a little hoarse: "They didn't mean anything..."

"Their existence is meaningless!" Mo Tan interrupted him coldly: "As a weak person who can be bullied at will, as data that does not know which recycling bin it will be thrown into after death, as a desperate person What is the significance of the little people who have worked hard but still can't make a fuss?"

He secretly made a gesture to Ned and Yinna who were looking over here, indicating that they should not speak, and then continued to look at Futaba with cold eyes.

"You leave now, and then find that thing and give it to that chief!" Futaba, who can fully understand the meaning of Mo Tan's words, said loudly: "Everyone will not die in vain!"

"Yeah, I do plan to do it." Mo Tan rolled his eyes, actually turned and walked into the distance, smiling without looking back: "Of course you might as well do a little calculation and think about how much I can live. What are the odds of coming down, are there any other options...to make those sacrifices worthwhile..."

Any other options?
Just subconsciously thinking, Futaba immediately came to the conclusion that the best choice is to leave together and then run away separately. As long as one survives, there is no need to get rid of the class completely, as long as one of them can escape the battle. The status is successfully offline...then it is successful...

Only in this way can the data, AI, NPCs of Crabbe, Salazar, Ned and Yinna become valuable...

"I'm sorry." Futaba softly said to Ned and the two: "I may not be able to accompany you to the end..."

"Thank you." Ned smiled heartily. "Come on, time is running out."

……

Mo Tan, who was walking alone, heard footsteps behind him, and finally showed a tired smile. He knew that the girl had figured it out.

"Let's go a little further, and we'll run away separately." Futaba, who caught up with the former with the acceleration magic, said quickly: "I will use magic to create a lot of traces on the road, you move as straight as possible, if I If the estimate is correct, if we remain unattended for about ten minutes, we will be out of the combat state, and we will be offline at the first time."

Mo Tan sneered and stroked her hair: "Thank you very much, but I can also make traces..."

"I'm better." Futaba waved the staff lightly to increase Mo Tan's movement speed, and shook his head: "That bastard should care more about me, and it can be seen that the previous scroll seems to have influenced him a lot. Theoretically He will choose to come to me first, of course, if he wants to leave me to the last solution, I will trouble you to help buy time."

Calm, alert and sensible, that hard shell has clearly returned to Futaba.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Mo Tan nodded, and then said a little embarrassedly: "That... I just said it seemed a little..."

Futaba glanced at him: "I was pretty handsome just now, although I want to tear your mouth to pieces."

Mo Tangan laughed, right when the other party was praising him.

……

Three minutes later, Futaba refreshed Mo Tan's acceleration spell again, and then ran to the east without looking back. Small fireballs or ice picks flew out of her staff constantly, creating around the Lots of traces.

Like provocation.

Mo Tan started to leave in the opposite direction of Futaba. According to the previous plan, he needed to let himself go as far as possible, and immediately went offline as soon as he got out of the fighting state.

My stamina has almost reached its limit, and the time I was delayed a little while ago is not meaningless.

The situation with Futaba should be similar...

Having said that, I actually did it, thinking like another personality, although I was still full of discomfort during this process, and I was in a relatively uneasy mood, but it seems that the effect is not bad...

But, that's it?

Are you the only one who survives?
Although this is still true, if Futaba is caught by that guy, he should be tortured to some extent. Although the pain in the game is not strong, for a girl...

Is it suitable?

Unconsciously, Mo Tan began to think from another angle...

The conclusion is of course - inappropriate!
He stopped and calculated the time a little. At this time, there were still five or six minutes before Futaba judged that it would take him to get out of the battle. If he played to his death, would he be able to persevere under the class?
Impossible, but Futaba should still be moving... It's not without hope...

I have some healing methods, and I have not used the healing potion I got at the beginning. From this point of view, players who can directly restore their health have an advantage over NPCs who need to let the potion take effect slowly.

Take a gamble, if Futaba survives...

Anyway, at best, it's just a reshuffle. No matter how miserable I am, can I still be miserable than Cordova?

Mo Tan, who had made up his mind, no longer moved forward, but slowly walked in the direction he came from.

What he didn't notice was that at this moment, his health and stamina were recovering at an extremely fast speed...

Another minute passed...

Mo Tan, who had just walked out a short distance away, suddenly stepped down and found a black shadow rapidly falling towards him from mid-air.

He turned to the side subconsciously, and then saw...

A blood-stained corpse with a blood-stained face that was clearly Ned, who was still smiling lightly and lightly not long ago...

A spy who cooperated with the Fire Claw Lord, a victim of the Marshall family's misdeeds, and the captain of Fenrir's squad.

died……

No miracles happen, no twists and turns...

He died in such a reasonable and expected way, and the corpse, which was still dripping with blood, lay limply at his feet, but his expression was full of calm and indifference, and there was a trace of nostalgia in it. Is it a reluctance to give up on life, or...

"Killing that elf didn't take a lot of effort, but this waste actually died first, huh~" A sharp voice laughed from above, and the blood-soaked class turned over from mid-air and fell without making a sound. He grinned at Mo Tan: "Don't get me wrong, this is not my blood, but I just played a little too far~"

Mo Tan didn't answer him, just crouched down and gently closed Ned's eyes that were still angrily open, then lowered his head and prayed silently, not involving any gods, just hoping that this 'little person' could get a little peace... …

"Boring priest." Benne walked up to Mo Tan sensually: "I have tortured this poor spy as much as possible. His death was long and painful, even if he turned into an undead creature, it's not surprising~"

"What is this..." Mo Tan shook his head with a wry smile, and whispered, "I still can't do anything."

"You can go to accompany him." Ban Nei rubbed his shoulders, his face full of impatience: "I'm almost done playing, I'll ask you to die before going to that little girl to complete the final torture. Bar……"

"I can't understand the meaning of your life in this world." Mo Tan stood up slowly, looking at the demon-like murderer in front of him, ready to fight for the last time.

At the same time, he is also trying his best to suppress his emotions that are starting to get more and more out of control. If he suddenly disconnects at this time, the class will most likely catch up with Futaba before she leaves the battle...

But the effect of that extreme control is still not significant...

"Meaning?" Bene sneered and shook his head: "Only the weak need meaning to maintain their lives, I don't need that kind of thing."

His smile was hideous and morbid, and his body was covered in the blood of innocents...

His sins are so ugly that it is hard to look straight...

Mo Tan was a little stunned for a while, and it seemed a little hard to accept that everyone died at the hands of such a person...

The world is really helpless...

My head is a little dizzy, but my consciousness is clearer than ever before...

【Ah...that's right...】

[It's so ugly that it can't be added anymore...]

[This reason is even better than no reason...]

【because……】

"Are you strong?"

Mo Tan, whose eyes were originally clear and bright, suddenly lowered his head listlessly, murmuring softly as if babbling.

However, Banne didn't want to say anything more to the guy in front of him. He raised his hands full of blades and leaned forward to kill it, wanting to get rid of the boring prey in front of him as soon as possible!
then……

Was gently pressed in place!

The indescribable fear and pressure almost suffocated the class. Mr. Buffy, who once made him unable to resist the slightest thought, was nothing compared to an ant. The assassin, who was well-known at the top of the Violet Empire, was in his mind at this moment. It was a blank space, and although every cell in his body was trying to resist, he couldn't make his footsteps move even a little bit!
His soul has already surrendered...

"Then can you tell me now." The 'priest' in front of him raised his head, and those eyes that were as calm as abyss blinked slightly
"As a 'weak', what is the meaning of your existence?"

it's dark.

Chapter 61: Final

(End of this chapter)