The villain's journey from the Type-Moon world

"But...this is the gate."

"Why bother about the gate? There's no one here. Even if someone really comes, they are just refugees at most. Are you still worried that they will break down the city gate?" Sarkaz said angrily.

The gatekeepers, upon hearing this, agreed that it made sense, so without further ado, they rushed to put out the fire. While they were running from the fire, W secretly used his Originium technique to plant bombs on them. By the time they arrived at the scene, they might not only not put out the fire, but actually add fuel to the flames.

"Go, open the door!" W ordered.

Outside the camp, Hedley, Inès, Garson, and the others, who had already heard the commotion, were already waiting for the camp gate to open. As soon as the gate opened, Garson, the leader of the mercenary group, was the first to issue an order, "Charge in! Kill all those Ursus brats!"

A group of Sarkaz immediately emerged from the shadowy grass and charged directly into the camp. For a moment, war cries filled the air. These Sarkaz mercenaries, leveraging their rich combat experience and their natural advantage in Originium skills, charged into the camp like dragons, wantonly slaughtering the stray Ursus soldiers.

In a blink of an eye, they had already killed over two hundred people. The remaining several hundred Ursus soldiers finally realized that someone was attacking the camp. The few surviving centurions led their troops to fight against the Sarkaz mercenaries.

After all, they are the regular army of Ursus, and there are many veterans among them. In addition, the warlike nature of Ursus is no less than that of the Sarkaz. Faced with such a crisis, the morale of the army did not collapse, but began to unite as one.

"Brothers! Rebels are attacking our camp! Some have forgotten the former might and glory of the Fourth Army and dare to bully us! This shame must be washed away with blood! Let those villains see the glory of Ursus! Hurrah!!"

“Hula! Hula! Hula!”

Hundreds of Ursus men shouted in unison and started fighting directly with the Sarkaz mercenaries. For a moment, they relied on their numerical advantage to repel the Sarkaz's offensive.

Chapter 35: The Bonus of Black Mist

"Not good. Mercenaries are best at street fighting rather than direct confrontations like this. If this continues, we will suffer casualties sooner or later." Hedley successfully killed an Ursus heavy armored soldier in front of him and began to speak.

"These guys...tsk, they're quite resilient. If it were any other army or race, this wave of bombing would have already wiped them out." W hurled explosives from his crossbow, but the Ursus shield guards, familiar with the trajectory, blocked them one by one. At this moment, the advantages of the regular army's tactics and the war grinder were fully demonstrated.

"Tsk! Where are the other members of the Reunion Movement? Are we the only ones there?" Garson couldn't help but curse.

"Shhhhh-"

At this moment, the sound of breaking air was heard, and several sharp arrows pierced the chests of several Ursus soldiers.

"There are crossbowmen! Pay attention to the defense! Snipers, find the location of those crossbowmen!"

"Support has arrived, everyone hold on!"

Both sides began to respond to the situation accordingly. The Ursus side began to judge the position of the crossbowmen and launch reverse sniping attacks, while the Sarkaz mercenaries, seeing the support coming, immediately gained morale and swung their weapons even harder.

However, this situation could not last long. The disadvantages in tactics and numbers had already left the frontline soldiers with more or less wounds, and perhaps the first victim was about to be born.

However, what they didn't know was that a thick black fog began to rise from their feet, quietly spreading into their bodies. Just as the Sarkaz's battle line began to lose balance, an Ursus soldier successfully seized the opportunity and slashed the Sarkaz's neck with a knife - the first victim was born...?

"Huh?" The Sarkaz swordsman was stunned. He originally thought that his life was about to be in danger, but he found that the opponent's knife was actually bounced away. He was not dead?

"What the hell is this?!" The Sarkaz Blade Soldier had just noticed a faint layer of black mist covering his body, but before he could even consider it, his battle instincts immediately warned him of the enemy's next attack. Hastily, he used his blade to block it. "Dang—" He saw the Ursus's broadsword being abruptly deflected by him, staring at him in horror, clearly not expecting such a sudden increase in strength.

"Could it be this black fog?!" The Sarkaz swordsman did not hesitate and immediately swung his long sword to chop at the opponent. As a result, the heavy armor that had been very difficult to cut before was now easily cut in half like cutting melons and vegetables.

"Hahahaha! Whose Originium skill is this? The amplification ability is so strong." Sarkaz Blade Soldier was overjoyed, and then looked at his next enemy cruelly.

Not only this Sarkaz swordsman, more and more Sarkaz discovered the changes in themselves. Not only were they invulnerable to swords and guns, but their combat effectiveness had at least doubled. Now it was not too easy for them to kill these Ursus soldiers.

In an instant, the situation was reversed. The Ursus soldiers began to wail, and one after another fell.

"Oh no! Something's wrong! Pull the front line back, shrink the formation, and have the shield guards push forward! Find the magicians who released the enhancements for them! The magician team starts to attack them!" Centurion Ursus saw the sudden unreasonable fighting power of those Sarkaz warriors at a glance, and instantly guessed that the other party was most likely to cast some battlefield magic to double the fighting power of those people.

Unfortunately, they were doomed to return empty-handed. They discovered that the only people present were melee fighters, with no so-called war sorcerers at all. Their own sorcerer team's spells were not only intercepted by the enemy's strange black fog, but also ambushed by the crossbowmen, killing all of them.

The completely unkillable enemy, coupled with the opponent's killing speed, finally made the Ursus soldiers, who had finally reunited, unable to withstand the pressure. They were finally scared and began to disperse.

"No running! No retreat! If we scatter, we will surely die—ugh!" While the centurion was still shouting loudly, an arrow with a purple glow suddenly shot from the sky, accurately piercing the centurion's breastplate and heart, causing him to fall down and die.

"Well done, Faust. Your crossbow is getting even better." A crossbowman at the camp praised Faust. Faust remained silent, re-stretching his bowstring and beginning to move.

On the front battlefield, the centurion's death was the final straw that broke the hearts of the Ursus soldiers. They completely collapsed and began to flee in all directions. With this scattering, the advantage they had previously had was no longer there, and the battle instantly became one-sided.

The Sarkaz began to reap lives, and their leader Garson was even more bloodthirsty. He laughed loudly while killing and led his team towards a seemingly stronger remnant force. He had his eyes on the head of another centurion and wanted to take it into his pocket.

"It was such an easy reversal? A hundred of us actually managed to defeat the Ursus regular army that was several times larger than ours?" To be honest, even Hedley was in disbelief after this battle. He also had the power of the black mist on his body. He could clearly feel the improvement of his physical fitness brought by that power. In Hedley's eyes, only the former heroes of Kazdel could do this.

"I've said it before, now that he has taken action, it's basically foolproof." Ines said after she wiped out an Ursus soldier who was still lying on the ground and had completely lost the will to fight.

"..." Although Hedley had to admit this, he did not feel the joy of victory. Instead, he became more wary of the man named Wang Chong.

"I'm going to find Garson." W left a message and walked in the direction of Garson.

"What are you doing? Shouldn't you know what's going to happen next?" Ines frowned and stopped him.

"Ha~ Of course I know, but only Garcson needs to die." After saying that, W ran directly in the direction where Garcson disappeared.

"You mentioned before that I shouldn't get close to Garson's team. What's going on?" Hedley said.

"I've said it before, he wants to control our Sarkaz mercenary group. And he looks down on Garlson... so you can imagine what will happen to Garlson and his men. And this is also a gift he gave us." Inès said.

Hedley felt a chill in his heart. A gift? I'm afraid it's unlikely. With Garson dead, he didn't know how the royal court would view what happened here.

……

Garson was now like a mad hound, slaying the enemies before him. With his invulnerable body and a strength increase that had more than doubled, Garson felt incredibly high.

Logically, Garson wasn't one of those people, but for some reason, his bloodlust grew stronger and stronger, and he became increasingly frantic. He even began to rely on his invulnerability, not even dodging the opponent's blades, but slaughtering them at top speed.

Even the team members behind him were held back and unable to rush forward immediately, and the distance between them and Garson grew wider and wider. Although Garson was getting closer and closer to the centurion he was targeting, he didn't notice that he was surrounded.

"Hahahaha—die!" Garson raised his greatsword and slashed at his only target—the centurion. To stop Garson, countless blades slashed at him.

"It's useless! Die-ugh!!!"

Garson's sword stopped in mid-air, and a sharp pain came into his chest. The centurion, with a strange smile on his face, held a long knife in his hand and pierced Garson's heart directly.

"How... is it possible? I am not immune to swords and guns...!!!" As his life was coming to an end, Garson noticed that the black mist on his body had quietly begun to dissipate at some point, and at the same time, the long swords around him also cut into Garson's flesh and blood.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” Garson roared, but he had already been fatally injured, so he could only end it there.

Chapter 36: Subduing the Sarkaz (Part 1)

The people behind Garson naturally saw their boss being cut into several pieces, and they were immediately filled with grief and anger and wanted to rush over to take revenge, but they were unable to break through the formation of those people and reach the position in the first time.

"Huh?" At the same time, the centurion who dealt the first blow to kill Garson suddenly paused his weird smile, and then his eyes became as if he had just woken up from a dream, looking at the Sarkaz who died under his knife in confusion.

"The black mist covering those demons has disappeared! Cut them into pieces!" At this moment, an adjutant beside him suddenly shouted. The other Ursus soldiers also noticed this because of the adjutant's words. While they were terrified, they were also filled with anger. How could there be such an Originium technique that could transform people into invulnerable monsters?

If it weren't for these disgusting things, they would have already chopped down all the demons who dared to attack them. Therefore, after being reminded, the Ursus directly raised their swords and chopped down these isolated Sarkaz who had penetrated deep into the enemy territory.

"BOOM!"

But at this moment, the Ursus soldiers who were rushing towards the Sarkaz were suddenly hit by crossbow bullets, and the crossbow bullets exploded instantly, directly blowing these Ursus soldiers into pieces.

"You idiots, you've rushed too far, beyond the range of the undead black fog. Why don't you retreat quickly!" A female voice rang out from behind the Sarkaz mercenaries. Upon hearing this, the Sarkaz mercenaries immediately retreated. Sure enough, the black fog that made them invulnerable to weapons and guns reappeared on them.

The Ursus soldiers who were still fighting with the mercenaries immediately withdrew their attacks and retreated after seeing that the other side had regained their invulnerability, and did not fight with these invulnerable monsters.

"Let's go! They don't dare to chase us! Go find the captain and report the situation immediately!" The centurion reacted immediately and made a decisive move. After hearing the centurion's order, the men retreated in an orderly manner.

"Hmph! Trying to escape?" A figure with red "cockroach tentacles" on her head leaped high from the air, firing, reloading, and firing again, hurling crossbows imbued with her Originium Technique at the fleeing Ursus soldiers. The sound of bombardments echoed, killing many Ursus soldiers. However, the shield guards, wielding large shields, also reacted, raising their blast shields to protect the centurion's retreat.

"Tsk, you damn bastard, do you really think I can't kill you?" Upon seeing this, W immediately charged forward, intending to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the few remaining Ursus soldiers.

When the Ursus soldiers saw that the enemy had actually escaped from the "black fog range", that they were not wrapped in the black fog, and that there was only one person attacking, they planned to kill this ignorant girl.

"Whoosh whoosh-"

But something strange happened. Those people couldn't catch W's sight at all. In the blink of an eye, three shield guards were killed by slashing their necks. The defense line was broken in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, W had already rushed to the front of the centurion.

"Quick! Stop it quickly - uh!" This time, for some reason, the centurion did not use his weapon to kill the attacking enemy calmly as before. In the end, he was directly stabbed in the throat and fell in a pool of blood.

Seeing that the centurions were dead, the soldiers completely lost the courage to continue fighting and simply laid down their weapons and surrendered, no longer having the courage to fight. W didn't care whether these people surrendered or not, and directly aimed the crossbow bullets at their heads.

"Those who surrender will not be killed." Suddenly, someone's voice sounded in W's ears.

"Tsk... I don't have any rope to tie people up." W said unhappily.

"Raise your hands." The voice continued.

W raised her right hand as instructed, and a wisp of black mist quickly flew out from her palm, binding up the nearly 10 surrendered soldiers with the black mist.

"Behave yourself and go back with me." W pointed at the heads of the Ursus soldiers and shouted.

……

Soon, the only survivors in the camp were the Sarkaz mercenaries and a few captured and surrendered soldiers. W reorganized Garson's forces and brought them to the assembly point. They were the only ones on the scene. The crossbowmen supporting them headed up the mountain path to alert the main Reunion forces to head their way.

"Dead?" Inès said, looking at Garson's unrecognizable body.

"That's no nonsense, it has become like this." W said with a smile.

At that moment, the black mist covering all the Sarkaz suddenly peeled away. As the other Sarkaz watched, it gathered in the sky, forming a massive ball of black mist. Then, from within the ball of black mist, a man slowly emerged, walking through the air. The black mist drifted behind him and beneath him, forming layers of stairs beneath his feet. The man slowly descended, landing on the ground. This appearance alone was enough to put pressure on the Sarkaz.

"Let me introduce myself, Wang Chong. I'm just an idler in the Reunion Movement. That's right, the black fog on you all comes from me." Wang Chong said lightly.

For a moment, the Sarkaz glanced at each other, their conversations becoming noisy. They had heard a few rumors about Wang Chong today. The "Black Mist Demon," the ruthless individual who devoured ten inner guards alive—in the eyes of the Sarkaz, who always revered the strong, such a figure was undoubtedly worthy of respect.

But seeing is believing. Now, after experiencing the black fog, these Sarkaz have a direct understanding of each other's strength.

"Thank you for your help, sir. I wonder if you have any other instructions for us." Seeing the other party's powerful appearance, combined with what Inès and W just said and Garson's death, Hedley knew very well that the other party was planning to recruit them, the members of the Sarkaz Mercenary Group.

"Well... I think you have all witnessed my power. And in fact, this power is not something I can only lend to you, but a real gift to you. Just like now--" Wang Chong glanced at Hedley with a hint of approval, and then waved his hand casually, and the black mist fell directly into Hedley's body.

"Hmm!" Hedley only felt that after the black mist entered his body, his body felt more relaxed than ever before. It was completely different from before when it just covered his body surface. It was actually changing his body, increasing his physique and strength.

Seeing this, Hedley grasped his sword and swung it towards a group of tents. A black slash streaked across the ground, carving a deep gully, and the tents were directly shattered by the bombardment.

Seeing this overwhelming power, a fiery glint flashed in the eyes of every Sarkaz. The black fog had previously made them fearless of the swords of the Ursus soldiers, which was already a huge attraction for them, let alone now?

"Thank you for your grace of rebirth, sir. However, this gift is too great and I don't know how to repay you. Moreover, this gift is probably not something that ordinary people can easily obtain from you, sir. Sir, are you saying this because you value our abilities?" Hedley put away his sword. He saw the fanaticism in the eyes of those Sarkaz and knew that it was only a matter of time before they would subdue this group of people. He might as well show it.

"Indeed, I'm impressed by the potential of your Sarkaz Mercenary Group. I've heard your stories, how you struggled to survive in the war-torn land of Kazdel. Others look down on you, thinking you're nothing more than executioners licking blood on the edge of a knife. They even racially discriminate against you, calling you bloodthirsty demons, monsters, and the source of all evil and misfortune." Wang Chong spoke directly.

For a moment, the entire Sarkaz mercenary community fell silent, for what the other party said was undoubtedly the truth, a reality of the discrimination they had long endured. Some Sarkaz who were unable to bear it even secretly clenched their fists.

"Haha, but that's nothing more than the prejudice of fools, the shortsightedness of the weak, and the deliberate slander of the ambitious. Every Sarkaz present here has struggled through that hell to this day. You are the strong ones who have fought your way out of the sea of ​​blood. You are the lucky ones, and you are the defenders of the dignity of the Sarkaz. I admire your strength in fighting your way out of the sea of ​​blood, your good fortune in surviving numerous deaths, and even more so, the way you continue to fight to defend the dignity of your race."

Wang Chong's voice was deafening, echoing in every Sarkaz's heart, causing their blood to boil. Of course, not all Sarkaz were like this. After countless wars and witnessing the dark side of human nature, they were not new to hearing such impassioned speeches. How could they be sure that the other side truly meant what they thought, or simply coveted their combat power to exploit?

"Of course, you've heard plenty of good and bad things, and I'm afraid you're already tired of them. But there's one thing those people can't give you. That's power, the kind of overwhelming power you just witnessed! And only power is the capital you need to survive this struggle; only power is the carrier of your good fortune; and only power is the only thing that can give you peace of mind and allow you to defend your dignity!"

"And now, I will give you this reliance. I only need one promise, a promise to be loyal to me and to obey my command! Whether you think I'm using you or you're willing to believe my words, I only need you to give this one promise! So - I only have one last question, loyalty to me, who agrees? Who opposes?"

Wang Chong pointed at the Sarkaz and spoke.

Chapter 37: Subduing the Sarkaz (Part 2)

After hearing Wang Chong's words, the Sarkaz mercenaries fell silent. If their previous impassioned speeches might have been empty words exploiting their own passion, then what Wang Chong said now was undoubtedly placing a piece of cake in front of them that they couldn't refuse.

As Wang Chong had said, these Sarkaz, having experienced so much, no longer readily believed the promises of others. They trusted only the swords in their hands and their own strength, firmly believing that only this power could soothe their hearts.

If someone were to tell them they were willing to take them home, providing them with food, clothing, and shelter, free from discrimination and betrayal, a life like home, they would undoubtedly scoff. Even if the gentle Demon King Theresa of Kazdel had spoken the same words, they would only half-believe them. This was the nature of these Sarkaz, whose precious trust had been worn away by repeated disappointment.

On the contrary, Wang Chong's open statement and the exchange of the power they most desired actually reassured them and made them willing to nominally pledge allegiance to Wang Chong.

"We are willing to pledge allegiance to Mr. Wang Chong." Hedley spoke first. After all, he had already accepted the feedback of that power, so his role as the "guide" was a foregone conclusion. Inès, a member of Hedley's mercenary team, also pledged her loyalty in due time, followed by the rest of the team.

"My teammates and I are also willing to pledge our allegiance." W grinned and led her newly conquered group of Garson's followers to pay their respects to Wang Chong.

"We are also willing to pledge allegiance." After seeing the two large mercenary forces pledge allegiance to Wang Chong, the other Sarkaz mercenaries no longer hesitated and swore their loyalty one after another.

"Very good, I promise this is the best choice you've ever made in your life. However, I have to say this upfront. Since you've chosen to be loyal to me, I don't care what you do on a daily basis, but if I'm present, you must follow my instructions. If anyone disobeys—"

"Boom!"

Before Wang Chong finished speaking, a huge explosion suddenly sounded. The Sarkaz couldn't help but look in that direction. It seemed that an explosive had come into contact with the flames still burning in the camp, resulting in a huge explosion.

Wang Chong simply sneered, then turned sideways to look at the still-burning flames behind him and said, "Just like now, those flames and noisy explosions defy my will and interrupt my words. Then, what awaits them is only—"

"Destruction!"

As soon as he finished speaking, black fog rose into the sky, forming a giant palm as tall as a mountain, and then slammed down directly.

"call--"

After the Mist Palm landed, a strong airflow blew across the faces of every Sarkaz. Horror, awe... many emotions appeared in the eyes of the Sarkaz who had witnessed the power of this palm.

Even Hedley fell silent. He had finally witnessed the moment that being struck. The power of that palm strike was comparable to that of a god. It was exactly like those legendary figures he had heard of, only recorded in ancient stories. Was he witnessing another living legend?

The black mist dissipated, the flames long since extinguished, and everything turned to calm. Wang Chong turned around, chuckled, and said, "Well, I think everyone should be clear about my attitude towards betrayers and disobedient people."

The whole place was silent, and no Sarkaz opposed the new leader anymore.

Wang Chong nodded in satisfaction, then said, "Now, I will grant you my gift."

The black mist blew, descending upon the bodies of every Sarkaz. Every Sarkaz felt the changes brought about by the black mist on their bodies. This was a genuine increase in strength, which made them extremely happy.

But then, Wang Chong's next words once again fueled their enthusiasm and agitation: "This is just the beginning. The improvement of the black fog isn't a one-time thing. If you perform well, you'll receive a second and third boon. Those who excel will have more opportunities to receive boons than others."

What? It could actually continue to increase in strength? Such words undoubtedly fueled the Sarkaz's excitement and fanaticism. Suddenly, several were completely captivated by Wang Chong, ready to become his loyalists. Using a combination of kindness and force has always been the best way to win over people.

While some were happy, others were sad. Some far-sighted Sarkaz were already worried about their future. Gaining power so easily—what was the price? Was it really just, as Wang Chong said, that all it took was loyalty and excellent performance?