Four Split Personalities

"General!"

"..."

"General!!"

"..."

"General Laine!"

"Ah!"

Richard suddenly stood up, the motion so abrupt that it almost toppled the chair beneath him. He staggered two steps before barely managing to steady himself by grabbing the table in front of him. It took a while for his bloodshot, dark yellow eyes to gradually clear up and for his dry vocal cords to regain function, letting out a hoarse, low growl: "Time..."

"Four fifty in the morning."

The calm voice sounded from behind him. Richard didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. At this time, unless the position had been completely breached, there wouldn’t be anyone else here besides his fiancée and deputy officer.

He slapped his cheeks forcefully. The tall man with dazzling blonde hair, the highest commander of the Great United Army’s Fifth, Ninth, and Seventeenth mixed legions, an Epic Tier war priest of the Dawn Sect, known as [Iron Lion], Richard finally fully regained his clarity. He asked with difficulty, "How long did I sleep, Heather?"

"Three hours."

The holy temple knight from the Sun Sect, carrying the name of [Penitent], replied softly. This woman named Heather Winterfang looked about the same age as Richard. She had an oval face and shoulder-length hair, and the [Judgement Shine - Sunflame] heavy armor on her was heavier than that of her fiancé. Her light golden vertical pupils contained a hint of worry solely for Richard Ryan: "You’ve been sleeping too little lately."

Richard glanced at Heather, a stiff arc forming on the corner of his mouth: "That’s not the reason for waking me up at this moment, Heather. If it happens again, I’ll send you to Covenant Fortress immediately."

"I am your fiancée and also your deputy officer."

Heather casually ignited the corner of the tent with a brilliant golden fighting spirit to light the suggestion stove, quietly saying: "I have the right to suggest that you take better care of yourself."

"I am your fiancé."

Richard narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice: "I also have the duty to send you to a safe place."

Heather bit her silver teeth lightly, her gaze sharp as she spoke: "I am also the head of your special forces unit, the [Penitent] Brigade. I am needed here."

"Glad you remember your identity, Head Heather, who is needed."

Richard sat back in his chair, looking down at the sand table without turning his head: "So please follow my orders. Even during rest time, report to me every hour and a half at the latest."

Heather instinctively bared her sharp white canine teeth, but she ultimately did not act out. After a brief silence, she bowed her head: "Yes... General Laine."

"Very well."

Richard tiredly rubbed his brow, casting three consecutive Spirit Awakening Spells on himself, and then casually released a [Peaceful Halo] with Heather at the center, also encompassing the guards outside the tent. He spoke softly: "Since it’s taken so long to call me, it seems there aren’t any urgent battle reports, but let’s start with the latest situation anyway."

"Yes."

Brought warmth all over by the divine power Richard summoned, Heather stood at attention and said earnestly: "In the past three hours, we’ve repelled three assaults from the [Disaster Legion], with a casualty ratio of approximately 1:7. Watchtowers number eighteen, twenty-seven, and thirty-five were eliminated, and the purification barrier’s range was compressed by thirty-five percent. It’s expected to recover before dawn. Following your orders, the penitents with higher pollution resistance have been rotating to supplement the buffer domain during this time. In addition, more than half of the [Environmental Gardener III models] prioritized for our side are already consumed. The counsel proposes a strategic withdrawal, sacrificing positions 798 and 799, to prioritize eliminating the enemies persistently harassing the supply lines—"

"No."

Before Heather could finish, Richard raised his hand to interrupt her, speaking in a deep voice: "Those two positions can’t be given up, or the gap will be torn too wide."

Heather stared intently into her lover’s eyes, speaking sternly: "We don’t have enough troops, General. If this continues, it won’t take long before not just positions 798 and 799, but our entire defense line will be torn apart. The [Disaster Legion] doesn’t care about casualties, but we do! Those twisted creatures won’t tire, but our warriors will! Please wake up; we’ve done our best. We’ve tried everything we can!"

"Hei Fan’s primary command hub is right behind us, acting as a lure! He’s working tirelessly every moment to maintain stability across the whole southern front. His workload is twenty times ours! His two strongest units aren’t by his side! His followers are launching reinforcements again and again, knowing they won’t return!"

Richard slammed the table, his eyes wide with anger, and roared: "Barty’s Seventh Mixed Legion is already wiped out! Have you seen him retreat from the Red Cloud Platform? Lainan is dead! Barty’s personal sharp blade regiment defied orders and charged into that already flattened highland, only retrieving her body!"

"Lainan... has fallen in battle?"

Heather staggered, looking incredulously at Richard, who seemed to have aged ten years in just half a year. She trembled, saying: "You’re talking about General Barty’s love, Lainan Lena?"

Richard nodded slightly, his eyes slightly red, and gritted his teeth as he corrected: "To be precise, you should say his wife. Barty heard that saying ’get married after the war’ was inauspicious, so he secretly married Lainan. Although I was on the western front and couldn’t attend, I received the news... and then... that damn—"

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