Chapter 63 It’s dark
It’s hard to describe Mo Tan’s mood at this moment. He is also flustered, confused, and at a loss, but time is running out. The almost unsolvable strength in the class is obvious to all. , no matter how much Salazar delays, he cannot erase the absolute strength gap between the two. The threat of death has never disappeared, and the temporary slowdown of it will only make people more frightened.
If Ned had not said what he said before, maybe Mo Tan would have chosen to stay and face the former like Futaba, but after learning that the other party wanted to let the document recording the crimes of the Marshall family After the information was made public, he finally decided to choose the 'right', even though it was cruel...
It was not cruelty to the people left to die, but more to himself. Quite cruel.
Forcing yourself to let go of your companion's hand and leave alone often requires more courage than to step forward regardless.
Mo Tan actually didn't know what he should do. After all, like most of us, he was always so vacillating and could be shaken by too many things, so he forced himself to think differently...
If it were you at other times, how would you judge?
If you were in another state, what decision would you make?
He came to the answer and hesitated no more.
"We have to leave!" Mo Tan pulled Futaba's slender arm hard, trying to make this girl who had lost control of her emotions regain her sense. He thought that this girl would be calmer than him. But he didn't expect that the other party's heart hidden behind the code name 'SUN' was far less strong than that outer shell.
Futaba broke free of his hand and shook her head desperately: "I don't want to leave. I've had enough. Really, run away..."
[We can't go on like this, I must find a way to make her leave together, but it is difficult for me to convince her in a short time now. If it were me at that time... If it were me who was good at guiding or confusing other people's emotions...】
Mo Tan resisted a sudden feeling of dizziness and tried hard to think and feel what he would do at this moment if he were in the state of another personality.
At the same time, we must maintain our current ‘self’.
You must know that it is not difficult to think from someone else's perspective, but it is not easy for Mo Tan to simulate another's own thoughts...
Even if he is judged to be in a combat state by the system, he cannot forcefully exit the game. If he is kicked offline due to personality change, the consequences will be even more disastrous. You must know that there is no way for the player to disappear reasonably in front of two NPCs. Hei Fan's body Most likely you will use 'default' as before 'That character remains in the game under systematic protection. You must know that that kind of protection is only effective against harassment and other bad behaviors. It is impossible to prevent death...
Otherwise, as long as you encounter life Wouldn't it be great to just drop the line when it's dangerous?
Although I have not experienced it personally, I should be able to guess it even if I guess...
Therefore, I must still be the 'Black Brahman', and I must not be disconnected due to personality change. And you have to think in the thinking mode of other personalities in this situation!
It’s difficult, but it’s not impossible, if you do it yourself...
If it were the most ordinary version of myself now, the one with no characteristics or ‘personal style’ at all, I should have a chance!
......
The painful time is always extremely long. When the dizziness that seems to have lasted for a long time subsides, the time in the outside world is actually only a few seconds.
There seemed to be a system prompt sound in his ears, but Mo Tan didn't pay attention to it. He just shook his head gently at Futaba, with a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth.
"It turns out you are only at this level..." His slightly rising tone was full of sympathy and harsh malice: "Hypocritical, impulsive, childish and ignorant, tsk tsk, I'm almost going to be beaten. I was moved to tears by this innocence~”
Futaba was not moved at all. He just pulled out two scrolls indifferently and turned his back to him: "Whatever you say."
"Well, it is really noble. This is the so-called sacrifice of life for righteousness. Right?" Mo Tan lazily released the holy healing spell and the prayer of perseverance on Ned and Yinna respectively, and said He kept mumbling in Futaba's ears: "One mouthful of data, AI, etc., but in the end you are not even as good as these guys. Or is it just because you think you are a superior 'player' that you choose to let it go?" Are their deaths meaningless?"
"Stop talking..." Futaba Yosode. Covering his cheek with his mouth, he choked in a low voice: "Leave me alone."
"Don't be so sentimental, I don't want to care about you." Mo Tan couldn't help but sneered, leaned closer to Shuangye and whispered: "Just But I feel that those smart data that died in vain are a bit pitiful. After all, these days, even the waste paper that you have blown your nose can be used. Create some value, but Crabbe and Salazar, well, and Ned, who decided to stay here to die, have been rendered meaningless by you."
Futaba Meng. He turned around and stared at Mo Tan with red eyes, his voice was a little hoarse: "They are not meaningless..."
"Their existence is meaningless!" Mo Tan interrupted him coldly: "As weak people who can be bullied at will, as data that will be thrown into the recycling bin after death, as desperate people, What’s the point of these little people who have tried hard but failed to make any waves?”
He made a gesture to Ned and Yinna who were looking towards them, indicating that they should stop talking, and then continued. He looked at Futaba with cold eyes.
"You leave immediately, and then find that thing and give it to that chief!" Futaba, who fully understood the meaning of Mo Tan's words, loudly said: "Everyone will not die in vain!"
< br>"Yes, I do plan to do this." Mo Tan rolled his eyes, actually turned around and walked away, smiling without looking back: "Of course you might as well do a little calculation and think about me. What are the chances of surviving? Are there any other options... that can make those sacrifices somewhat worthwhile..."
Are there any other options?
Just thinking subconsciously, Futaba immediately came to the conclusion that it was the best choice for the two of them to leave together and then escape separately. As long as one of them could survive, they didn't even have to get rid of the class completely, as long as one of them could escape from the battle. The status is successfully offline... Then it is successful...
Only in this way can Crabbe, Salazar, and Ned These data, AI, and NPCs with Yinna... have become valuable...
"I'm sorry." Futaba said softly to Ned and Ned: "I may not be able to accompany you until the end... "
"Thank you." Ned smiled from the bottom of his heart: "Let's go, time is running out."
......
Mo Tan, who was walking alone, heard a sound of footsteps behind him, and finally showed a tired smile. He knew that the girl had finally figured it out.
"Go a little further, and we will escape separately." Futaba, who caught up with the former with the help of acceleration magic, said quickly: "I will use magic to create a lot of traces on the road. You can try your best to If my estimate is correct, we will be out of combat if we remain unattacked for about ten minutes, and we will be offline as soon as possible."
Mo Tan laughed sarcastically and touched. Touching his hair: "Thank you very much, but I can also make traces..."
"I'm better." Futaba waved his staff lightly to increase Mo Tan's movement speed. , while shaking his head and saying: "That bastard should be more concerned about me. It can be seen that the previous scroll seems to have affected him a lot. In theory, he will choose to come to me first. Of course, if he wants to keep me until the end Once solved, I’ll ask you to help buy time.”
Calm, alert and rational, that hard shell has obviously returned to Futaba.
"Okay, it's all up to you." Mo Tan nodded, and then said with some embarrassment: "Well... what I just said seems a bit..."
Futaba glanced at him: "You were quite handsome just now, although I just wanted to tear your mouth out."
Mo Tan laughed dryly, assuming that the other party was praising him.
......
Three minutes later, Futaba refreshed another acceleration spell for Mo Tan and then ran to the east without looking back. Small fireballs or ice cones kept coming. Earth flew out from her staff, creating a large number of marks around her.
It's like provocation.
Mo Tan began to leave in the opposite direction of Futaba. According to the previous plan, he needed to walk as much as possible and go offline as soon as he was out of combat. .
The physical fitness level has almost reached the limit. The slight delay before was not meaningless. If it were not for that stay, I might not be able to walk now... Double Ye's situation should be similar...< br>
Having said that, I actually did it, thinking like another personality. Although I was still quite uncomfortable in the process and felt quite uneasy, it seems to have worked. Not bad...
But, that's it?
Only you survive?
Although this is still correct, if Futaba is caught by that guy, she 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 for a moment. At this time, it was still five or six minutes before Futaba judged that it would take him to break away from the battle. If he was risking his life, would he be able to hold on under his subordinates? Woolen cloth?
Impossible, but Futaba should still be moving at this moment... Thinking about it this way, it is not hopeless...
I have some treatment methods, and I still have the initial treatment. The potion has not been used. From this perspective, players who can directly restore health have an advantage over NPCs who need to let the potion take effect slowly.
It’s a gamble, if Futaba can survive...
Anyway, at best, it’s just a new account. No matter how miserable I am, can I still be worse than Cordoba?
After making up his mind, Mo Tan stopped moving forward and 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...< br>
Mo Tan, who had just walked not far away, suddenly stopped and found a black shadow falling rapidly towards him from mid-air.
He subconsciously turned sideways, and then he saw...
A bloody corpse, with a face stained red by blood, was clearly Ned, who was smiling freely and lightly not long ago...< br>
A spy who cooperates with the Fire Claw Leader, a victim of the Marshall family's evil deeds, and the captain of the Fenrir Team.
Dead...
No miracles happened, no twists and turns...
He died in a reasonable and expected way, and his body, still flowing with blood, lay limply at his feet. His expression was full of calmness and indifference, with a hint of nostalgia in it, and he didn't know what it was. Is it reluctance to give up life, or...
"It was not very difficult to kill that elf, but in the end, this waste died first, haha~" A sharp voice sounded above with a playful laugh, and his body was covered in blood. Ban Nei flipped over and fell from the air lightly without making a sound. He grinned at Mo Tan: "Don't get me wrong, this is not my blood, but I just went a little too far~"
Mo Tan did not answer him, but squatted down and gently closed Ned's eyes, which were still open angrily. Then he lowered his head and prayed silently. He did not involve any gods, but just hoped that this 'little man' could find some peace... …
“Boring priest.” Bennet walked up to Mo Tan solemnly: “I have tortured this poor spy as much as possible. His death was long and painful, even if he turned into an undead. The creatures are not strange either~"
"What the hell..." Mo Tan smiled bitterly and shook his head, murmuring in a low voice: "I still can't do anything."
"You can go accompany him." Ban Nei rubbed his shoulders with an impatient look on his face: "I've almost finished playing. Before I go to find that little girl to complete the final torture, I ask you to die first. Well..."
"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, preparing to fight for the last time.
At the same time, he was also trying his best to suppress his emotions that were starting to get more and more out of control. If he suddenly disconnected at this time, the class would most likely catch up with Futaba before she left the battle...
But the effect of the strong control is still not significant...
"Meaning?" The class sneered and shook his head: "Only the weak need meaning to maintain their lives. I There is no need for that kind of thing.”
His smile was ferocious and sick, and his body was covered with the blood of innocent people...
His sins were so ugly that it was hard to look at...
Mo Tan was in a daze for a moment, as if It’s a little hard to accept that everyone died at the hands of such a person...
This world is really hopeless...
My head is a little dizzy, but my consciousness is clearer than ever...
[Ah...that's it...]
[It's so ugly...]
[This reason is worse than no reason at all...]
[Because...]
“Are you strong?”
Mo Tan, who originally had clear and bright eyes, suddenly lowered his head listlessly and murmured softly as if gibbering.
But the class no longer wanted to say anything more to the guy in front of him. He raised his hands full of blades and leaned forward to kill, wanting to kill this boring prey in front of him as soon as possible. !
Then...
I was gently pressed in place!
The unspeakable fear and pressure almost suffocated the class. Lady Buffy, who had once made it impossible for her to have the slightest idea of resistance, was simply worse than an ant compared to it. This person who is well-known among the top leaders of the Violet Empire The assassin's mind went blank at this time. Even though every cell in his body was trying his best to resist, he couldn't move his footsteps at all!
His soul has surrendered...
"Then can you tell me now." The 'priest' in front of him raised his head, and his eyes as calm as the abyss blinked lightly
"As a 'weak' person, what is the meaning of your existence?"
It's dark.
Chapter 61: The End
(End of this chapter)