Four Split Personalities

In other words, within twenty minutes, the chances of victory for both sides remain fifty-fifty, with even a slight advantage for Motan!

Because, as mentioned earlier, the initiative is in the hands of the attackers, while the defenders can only exhaust their minds to prevent it beforehand and to react as the assaults happen. In this situation, the mental pressure on the former is slightly less than on the latter. So, until the troop strength gap widens significantly, Motan is the one who is more at ease.

However—

Although it calls for more exhaustive deliberation, there is still a threshold requirement for concentration in the battlefield, which does not increase infinitely. In other words, whether the pressure or any other factor, there exists a limit.

Teresa is confident in her ability to steadily persist for twenty minutes while maintaining this ’limit’ as her ’lower limit’!

[I won’t give you a chance!]

[No matter how great you are, I will win!]

[Don’t get distracted! Don’t let your mind wander! Don’t look elsewhere! Don’t think about anything else! At least at this moment, don’t let your eyes see anything other than me! At least at this moment, you can only look at me! Look at Danu’s [Witch]—Teresa Tarosa!]

"Command!"

Seventeen minutes after the intense battle reached the stage where the blue side’s [Central Blossom] bloomed, Teresa abruptly stood up and forcefully swung her right hand—

"Abandon positions [Big Cat], [White Potato], [Paintbrush], [Ice Pop]. All stationed troops proceed with the Eleventh and Fifteenth Army Groups to the pre-designated location [Lady of Blood’s Furnace] and crush all units codenamed [Dawn No.1]!"

"Abandon positions [Colored Ball], [Fish Stick], [Aroma], [Apple]. All stationed troops move out immediately with the Seventh Army Group, abandon the current defended region, and head to the pre-designated location [Dark Dragon’s Jaw] to disperse all units codenamed [Dawn No.2]!"

"Abandon positions [Egg Roll], [Vanilla], [Full Moon], [Indigo]. All stationed troops and the Ninth and Twelfth Army Groups assemble at the pre-designated location [Song of the Martyr], center formation on the Third to Eighth Legions of the Twelfth Army, form a guillotine circle formation, at all costs intercept all units codenamed [Dawn No.3] from proceeding to the pre-designated location [Crimson Burned Sky]!"

"The Eighth Army Group to abandon all supply lines and move to the pre-designated location [Foundation Hammer] at the fastest speed, construct temporary fortifications on-site, support the temporarily designated [Thunder of Wrath] engineering special operations team, and set up a unilateral indiscriminate defense barrier!"

"Prepare for the First Army to enter the battlefield, take over the defense region from the Eleventh Army, and form a Circle Defense Formation centered on the central army!"

"Prepare for the Second Legion to enter the battlefield, take over the defense region from the Fifteenth Army, and form an Iron Lock Interception Formation centered on the vanguard!"

"Prepare for the Third Legion to enter the battlefield, take over the defense region from the Seventh Army, starting from position [Mini], and form a Long Chain Interception Formation!"

"Prepare for the Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth Legions to enter the battlefield, take over the defense region from the Eighth, Ninth, and Twelfth Army Groups, using position [Easter Egg] as the axis, and form a Circle Defense Formation centered on the Fifth Army!"

"Additionally..."

After issuing eight consecutive orders, Teresa then threw six freshly written instructions cards, each distinct in content and several degrees more complex, towards Lian, whose right hand was almost moving as a phantom: "Enter these six instruction cards in no particular order."

"Alright."

With a flick and hook of her left hand, aided by the steel wire hidden in her sleeve, Lian ’picked up’ that stack of instruction cards from afar, nodded gently, penned the final two strokes on the last instruction card, and then vanished in an instant at the doorway.

It was still an incomprehensibly swift speed, yet compared to the almost visually elusive agility from before, Lian now seemed a tad slower.

This wasn’t an illusion, but rather the mental fatigue after enduring massive strain.

Being a counselor for Teresa Tarosa, even if it doesn’t require taking on any battlefield simulation tasks, is definitely not something an ordinary person can undertake.

On the low table beside the sand table, nearly a hundred pre-written instruction cards were compiled, of which eighty percent are destined not to appear in this strategic exercise.

And most of these things were written down by Lian based on Teresa’s dictations.

In addition, she had to constantly observe the battlefield, act as Teresa’s other eye, report battle updates word for word, and intensely monitor the opponent’s status to be ready to repeat or assist in interpretation at any moment.

Frankly, it is fortunate that it was the genius Assassin Lian acting as Teresa’s counselor; otherwise, following this rhythm, any other person would likely have collapsed from exhaustion long ago.

Of course, the current extent of matter was essentially tailored by Teresa for Lian, so if it were someone else, they wouldn’t have to bear such a heavy workload.

In summary, although there might be some mental fatigue in the coming days, Miss Lian’s efforts were certainly not in vain, especially during this last period where she single-handedly supported Teresa’s seamless, extremely complex, and grand tactical system, countering much of the blue side’s numerous advantages with her exceptional execution power.

The reason is rather simple. Although the blue side indeed temporarily gained the initiative, under the premise of both commanders possessing similar efficiency, Yu Chen couldn’t outpace Lian under any circumstance.

Even though Motan had already issued numerous forward-thinking commands, during the recent bouts against Teresa’s countermoves, the rhythm ultimately lagged due to the decisive disparity between the counselors.

Thus...

"This is the end."

Teresa smiled faintly, instinctively touched the shoulder where a theoretical braid should hang, and exhaled deeply while overlooking the sand table in front of her—

Seventeen minutes.

The ridiculously aggressive assault from the blue side lasted for precisely seventeen minutes, during which even Teresa, exerting all her efforts, was nearly fooled by the opponent’s unfathomable decisions multiple times, almost committing critical mistakes. The casualty ratios on both sides were nowhere near as ideal as expected; although the blue side indeed suffered greater losses, the red side also lost a significant amount of troops under the relentless onslaught of the former, with over ten high grounds turned into strategically worthless flatlands through relentless blows from both sides!

The young lady gently wiped the sweat off her face, and watching her forces that had completely segmented the remnants of the blue side in the central zone, forming an encirclement stance, licked her lips in a lingering finish.

If it were possible, I would really love to keep playing with him like this forever~

Unfortunately, this game which has been sufficiently satisfying is finally nearing its end...

Though the overall troop strength hasn’t surged ahead significantly, purely in terms of the central region, the control range of the red side is overwhelmingly larger than the opponent’s. From now, it would take less than a quarter of an hour for Teresa to fully conquer the central zone, turning the rest of this competition into garbage time.

This wasn’t a fair competition, and Teresa’s aim has never been to simply overwhelm that Black Vatican Priest.

She was merely releasing herself without reservation once.

She just wanted to ensure that at least for a certain period, the opponent’s eyes, mind, and thoughts were filled with her entirely.

As for victory, it was honestly just a bonus.

[Hmm, should I find a way to let Hei Fan win? In the latter half... Hmm, doing that might make him unhappy, right?]

The demonic allure in her eyes gradually faded away; despite the match not yet reaching its conclusion, the young girl, now loosening up, started to let her mind wander.

This wasn’t neglect; it was an instinct to protect herself, just like how people naturally want to sleep when they feel tired.

However, in the next second, Teresa Tarosa’s eyes, gradually turning languid, suddenly widened!

No!

No, no, no, no, no!!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!!!

He’s scheming something!

He must be scheming something!

He has no reason not to be scheming something!

[Damn it!]

Just as Teresa lunged towards the sand table, grabbing the stack of neatly sorted battle reports by Lian, ready to flip through—

The emergency command lamp, which had finally paused, blazed red once more!

Chapter 1323: End

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