The villain's journey from the Type-Moon world

"Hmph, forget it." Inès followed W and retreated to the prepared position.

Chapter 109 The hero is made

The sun was dragging a blood-red afterglow across the sky, and was about to fall to the end of the mountains.

Nicholas strode through the vast army of ten thousand men, his boots clacking against the frozen ground with a dull echo. Looking around, beneath each double-headed eagle flag fluttering in the cold wind, his elite Ursus troops were ready for battle.

"In the past, I was a vanguard following the late emperor on the battlefield. Now I hold a spear and wear armor, commanding thousands of soldiers. The reason for this is my achievements in hundreds of battles!" Nicholas stood on the towering reviewing stand, looking down at the Ursus soldiers waiting in formation.

"Without external wars, we soldiers have little use for our duties and are unlikely to see a chance to rise to prominence. Now, with bandits and robbers rampant within, it's time for us to eliminate the intruders and prove to Your Majesty the sharpness of our Ursus Empire's powerful weapons. We've trained our troops for a thousand days, but your success depends entirely on this one battle! Is there anyone willing to draw a sword for Your Majesty and our honor?"

The soldiers lined up below the stage straightened their backs and their armor clashed.

"How can you possibly stand up to a mere band of mountain bandits? However, I must remind you—don't underestimate the enemy. Don't forget the treacherous nature of the people in the bitter cold of the Far North, and don't let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity go to waste!"

He raised his whip and lashed the railings hard, his gaze sweeping across the room. "We must wipe out the rebels. Today is the day to achieve our mission! Follow me as I charge into the icy peaks and plunder the lands! The glory of Ursus grants us strength!"

"Hula! Hula! Hula!"

A roar like a landslide and a tsunami resounded through the sky. The Ursus soldiers shouted slogans, their blood boiling. Although Ursus was a warlike nation, it was precisely because of this that every soldier, especially the young ones, wanted to prove themselves through war and force, and to restore the glory and splendor of Ursus.

Ursus had not seen a war for many years, and the Third and Fourth Armies had been exiled as the defeated side in the previous great rebellion and civil war, and were left hanging on this ice field and ignored.

Now, everyone has an opportunity to turn things around: to eliminate the destabilizing factors of internal strife on the ice sheet. Only then can their achievements be recognized by the emperor and the higher-ups. Only then will they be valued and promoted from this remote and impoverished area.

"The vanguard troops will take the lead and advance towards the mountain in two groups! Focus on breaking through the bandits in the northwest corner, and don't let go of those in the southwest corner. They are sparsely populated, and fighting on two fronts, they will definitely not be able to take care of the front alone! The engineering team will continue to widen the dense forest road leading to the mountain so that military equipment can be transported to the front. The main force will build a defense line to prevent accidents." Colonel Nicholas gave the order.

Order after order was carried out, and the Ursus war machine began to take shape. Unlike the arrogant patrols, they obeyed orders and began to proceed in an orderly manner according to the battle plan. The 1000-man vanguard was slowly dividing into 200 and 800 units, and began to advance towards the southwest and northwest.

Meanwhile, on the mountain, Wang Chong, who had been observing all this through the black mist, narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "We really can't underestimate the Ursus Empire. They're clearly in dire straits, yet they still have such a well-trained army. If all the armies in Ursus were this brave and capable, it would be extremely difficult for the Reunion Movement to overthrow the empire on their own."

"Haha... this is inevitable. Although Ursus is decaying, its weapons are still sharp. Otherwise, why would those surrounding enemy countries who are eyeing it covetously always be so wary and dare not easily divide up the Ursus Empire? The glory created during the previous emperor's time has been blessing the army until now." At this time, the figure of a black snake emerged from the black fog and spoke slowly.

"So this is the reason and confidence you're so crazy as to want to drag Ursus and Yan Nation into the vortex of war? Black Snake, you not only underestimate Yan Nation, but also overestimate those rotten insects of Ursus. Do you think there are only two outcomes: either victory and reforging the Brilliant Flame, or failure and becoming ruined, and then rebuilding anew on the ruins?"

"But there is only one ending for the warmongering Ursus, and that is complete division under the flames of war. The imperial power will be gone, and the military power will be supreme. Warlords will rule the country, and the various countries will form alliances and support these warlords as their representatives to start an endless dark melee. In the end, Ursus will be completely destroyed by internal friction. It will completely become history, and it can only become history." Wang Chong said with a sneer.

"Of course I know. If I hadn't witnessed your wisdom, how would I know how to save Ursus?" Black Snake sighed, then said, "I have quietly spread your ideas at the university in Saint Steed Castle. I believe it won't be long before these ideas will sweep across the entire Ursus intellectual community. They are all young people, the future of Ursus. Now Ursus is about to undergo a complete transformation."

"As for the empire's weapons... they are not without decay. What you are facing is the troops of the Second Division under the First Army of the Fourth Army of Ursus, which is already the most elite division of the Fourth Army. If even such a unit is completely rotten, then Ursus would not need me to instigate it, and the time for the countries to divide it would have begun long ago." Black Snake said slowly.

"I see. Elite? Ha, I'm fighting the elite. This will be a defining battle for the Reunion Movement." Wang Chong said, adjusting the Reunion Movement's title from "Emerging Prominence" to "Emerging Prominence." Since their power had already been discovered, there was no need to hide it any longer.

This also happened to increase his troops' morale by 30% and their combat effectiveness by 10%. This way, they would be completely sure of victory against the 10,000-man force. Since they were going to win, they had to win completely and utterly! A complete victory! Let all of Ursus know what a terrifying rebel army had appeared on their territory.

"Ding—Detected that the Reunion's forces are under siege by the local Ursus forces. This initiates the side quest: First Defensive Counterattack. Command the Reunion's forces to successfully resist this 10,000-man siege and achieve victory. Mission Reward: 1000 Villain Points, 3 Epic Lottery Draws. Additional Bonus: Currently, each enemy killed will earn one point of Reputation."

At this time, the system finally released a side quest. Wang Chong nodded slightly after seeing the reward. 1000 Villain Points and three Epic Prize draws were a good deal. As for reputation points, Wang Chong didn't think much about it, as they were quite small at the moment. But even a small amount of money was still meat, so he just had to annihilate as many of these enemies as possible.

"However, there is one thing that is a little puzzling to me. With your strength, those mere 1 people should be no match for you. Why do you..." Black Snake did not continue, but his meaning was very clear.

"Ha, Black Snake, if what you said is true, the entire Ursus is no match for me. Then I can just turn around and slaughter all the high-ranking officials and troops of Ursus, and then directly appoint Tallulah as the queen. Isn't that the fastest result? If anyone resists me, I will kill them. Then do I have to kill until there is no one left to resist? No more voices of opposition will be heard in the entire court? This is not how wars are fought, and ruling a country is not so brutal." Wang Chong chuckled and shook his head.

"Without struggle, without overcoming difficulties and obstacles... Even if I give this position to Tallulah, she won't be able to hold it. Even if I hand this country over to the Integration Movement, they won't be able to hold it. I can provide them with a safety net to a certain extent, but they have to fight for what they want."

"Even the patriots know that their high-end combat power won't make a move until the very end. Soldier against soldier, general against general. Only soldiers who have experienced blood and death can see further and understand how to fight. They can also know how to become stronger and how to improve themselves. Only then can they keep up with us, the powerful ones who have already distanced themselves from them. Perhaps now they are like ants in front of the powerful, but who knows if these ants will transform into powerful dragons in the future?"

Wang Chong said slowly, "Which powerful person has swept across this land from the moment they were born? Aren't they all unique among the masses? And I, on this land, want to cultivate the most powerful people from the largest group of people. This is my hero creation. Everyone is a hero, everyone is a dragon."

"Heroes are made, and everyone is like a dragon..." Black Snake muttered, his eyes gleaming as he spoke, "No wonder Your Excellency casts his gaze upon those seemingly weak, yet most universal, ordinary people. Indeed, throughout history, even Emperor Igor, who founded the Ursus Empire, was a mere commoner forcibly conscripted into the army. He then continuously improved himself during his military career, repeatedly achieving remarkable feats and becoming a hero in the eyes of the people of the Hippodrome and Ursus. Later, when the Hippodrome Empire decayed, Igor, with his personal charisma, formed a rebel army, ultimately overthrowing the corrupted Hippodrome and establishing the Ursus Empire. Throughout the Emperor's life, he was showered with glory and legends, but who knew he was just an ordinary citizen forcibly conscripted into the army?"

"Old Black Snake, the fact that you can figure this out through the legendary experience of Emperor Igor in the past proves that your experience over the years has not been in vain." Wang Chong crossed his arms and waited quietly for the battle to begin.

"Just watch, Black Snake, and see how everyone in the Reunion Movement achieves their own legend." Wang Chong said slowly.

"Well, I'll wait and see." Black Snake said slowly.

Chapter 110: The Vanguard's Retreat

A cold wind howled across the mountain ridges, its blade-like currents slicing through the soldiers' armor. Suddenly, a sound of piercing air echoed from the mountain road, like a flock of eagles swooping down.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

"Put up your shields! Fire in the direction the crossbow bolt just came from!"

At the southwest corner of the mountain road, the battle erupted first, a flash of blood and screams filled the air. Whistling arrows tore through the air, their precision like the kiss of death, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the enemy. As if stalked by an invisible grim reaper, each Ursus vanguard soldier fell, caught off guard and utterly defeated.

, he and his ghost team used optical camouflage to become invisible, and they moved around the passes in a mysterious way and launched the first round of offensive against the Ursus soldiers.

Faust and his ghost troops, relying on their Originium skills to conceal themselves with optical camouflage, silently stalked the various passes, like venomous snakes lurking in the darkness. Faust himself, in particular, loomed like a phantom, his every appearance bringing a head to the ground, every sniper shot a life.

The first volley of fire caught the Ursus soldiers by surprise, and over twenty of them perished instantly, a direct loss of one-tenth of their number. However, the Ursus soldiers were no fools. The heavily armored infantry responded immediately, erecting a shield formation like an iron wall. The heavily armored infantry marched in front, shielding the incoming fire, while the archers unleashed projectiles. The halberd bearers and melee fighters advanced slowly, protected by the heavily armored soldiers.

"call out--!"

"Uh! Ah!"

A burly, heavily armored warrior felt a sharp pain in his chest and fell heavily to the ground. A crossbow bolt, shimmering with purple light, like a vengeful sword from hell, easily pierced the armored warrior's sturdy shield, ending his life. The arrow's violent force even sent soldiers flying.

In an instant, a fatal crack appeared in the defense line. Before the enemy could react, dozens of arrows poured in like raindrops, wantonly harvesting fresh lives.

"Damn it... What's wrong with this crossbow arrow! Can't even the giant shield block it?" The commander of the Ursus vanguard gritted his teeth, with rage burning in his eyes. He immediately adjusted the formation, filled the original gap, and continued to advance slowly. At the same time, he ordered his crossbowmen to continue to suppress the fire in the direction where the crossbow arrow had just been shot.

"Where are these guys hiding! Even if they are invisible, the volley just now should have killed them! Damn it!" The commander cursed in his heart.

Crossbows clattered incessantly, a hail of arrows rained down from the sky. Yet, those invisible demons remained ever-present, always striking at the perfect moment. Like the legendary hunters, their elusive movements and ruthless attacks plunged this well-trained army into an endless nightmare.

The breath of death permeated the battlefield, and blood stained the winding mountain road red. No one knew where these terrifying ghosts would appear next, or how they would end more lives. They were like messengers sent by the god of death, lithe yet deadly, bringing with them a never-ending cycle of terrifying slaughter.

The shield guards and Reunion heavy armored soldiers who were standing on high ground and gazing at the situation below looked at each other in surprise.

"This... there is no need for us to take action at all. Faust is about to defeat them." A shield guard said.

"The same goes for those Phantom Crossbowmen. I really don't know how Mr. Wang Chong trained them. Now their combat effectiveness is no less than that of the elite of Ursus. Under Faust's Originium skills, those Phantom Crossbowmen are truly a ghost army as their name suggests. Tsk tsk, this kid has really made it. We old guys are about to be caught up by him. The young are really formidable, the young are really formidable." Another shield guard said with a smile.

"Don't be too happy too soon. This is just the enemy's vanguard. The main force has not arrived yet. You and I both know what the army's meat grinder-like combat method is. Tell Faust not to play too crazy. Conserving physical strength on the battlefield is the key." A more calm shield guard said.

"The arrow... is sharper." Faust felt the force of the crossbow bolt, silently assessing it. He found himself in exceptionally high spirits today, feeling better than ever. Was it because the master's speech had once again moved him? Faust wondered. While he couldn't understand the reason, he knew he had to rely on his current good condition to try his best to disperse the army before him.

"Faust... the shield guards told us not to overexert ourselves. This is just the enemy's vanguard, and we have to stay in good enough shape to fight a tug-of-war." A phantom crossbowman from the ghost army came to Faust and brought back the news.

"...Okay. But let us make two more breakthroughs before retreating. We really need to rest." After estimating the status of the personnel and the fact that more than half of the enemy's troops were injured, Faust nodded and began to slowly pull the front line back.

In the current battle, only two Phantom Crossbowmen had been wounded by arrows due to their delayed retreat. Fortunately, these injuries were mostly minor and did not affect their movements. Even if they were withdrawn to rest, it would not affect the firepower of the dozens of Phantom Crossbowmen.

……

The flames of war began to spread to the northwest corner of the mountain, and the fierce battle was about to begin. The vanguard began to slowly ascend the slope, but they hadn't advanced far when a series of deafening roars suddenly erupted. In an instant, the snow flew, smoke filled the air, and flames, like flowers of death, suddenly burst forth amid the white snow. The violent explosions shook the entire valley, and the scorching air rushed in, almost suffocating the breath.

"Enemy attack! Take cover! It's a booby trap!"

The shrill roar of an Ursus warrior was drowned out by the relentless roar. Their formation was ripped apart by the explosions. The booby traps meticulously laid by W using his Originium skills instantly engulfed the dozens of warriors at the forefront in the vortex of the explosion. Scorching airwaves, mingled with metal fragments, swept across the land, and screams echoed incessantly. In a single encounter, dozens of the eight hundred vanguard troops were dead, and hundreds sustained varying degrees of injuries. Wails and roars mingled, and blood-stained snow splattered everywhere.

"Boom boom boom!"

Before they could recover from their shock, another earth-shattering explosion echoed. Amidst the howling cold wind, dozens of brilliant Originium spells pierced the air from the hillside, pinpointing their position. Dazzling light instantly engulfed the battlefield, and scorching energy waves distorted the very air. Numerous explosions echoed in quick succession, the overwhelming firepower nearly disorienting the vanguard troops.

"What's the situation? Report the enemy's deployment quickly!" The only rational voice on the battlefield came from the commander of their 800 people.

At the same moment, the sound of piercing air pierced the night. Amidst flashes of cold light, arrows rained down like a torrential rain, showering both flanks. The rain was dense and dense, leaving a bloody mess wherever it passed. Several lightly armored scouts, having just received the commander's order, poked their heads out to survey the situation when they were pierced through the vitals by the sharp arrows, falling facedown.

"Damn it... Retreat first, let the heavily armored soldiers hold up their shields to block those Originium spells. Crossbowmen, attack the location where the spell was just cast! Divide the long-range firepower into three teams and shoot alternately! Don't give them a chance to show their heads!" The commander of the vanguard troops in the northwest gave orders. After suffering losses from mines buried in the snow, the vanguard troops had no choice but to retreat first, readjust their tactics, and then launch a new attack.

On the hillside, the Sarkaz mercenaries in the fortifications shouted excitedly after seeing the enemy retreat. One of the Sarkaz swordsmen stood up and shouted, "Charge out now and cut all these wimps in half! Hahahaha!"

"Come on you (Sarkaz swear word)! Get down right there!"

However, before the Sarkaz swordsman could finish his words, he was kicked to the ground by W. The spot where he had just stood up was pierced by a powerful crossbow, which stuck in the earthen wall and sent dirt flying everywhere.

"You're charging forward just for such a small gain! Not only are you exposing your strength and risking being surrounded by the enemy's main force, do you even know where the mines I've laid are? You're just charging in blindly! If you want to die, do it yourself, don't drag anyone else with you." W cursed, scanning the crowd with a cold gaze. "Anyone who dares to charge without my orders will be the first to be killed. Don't think you're invincible just because you're wearing the Black Mist Armor. It has its limits, too. Don't forget what happened to Garson!"

"Everyone, be quiet. I have my own way to keep you all alive and earn the greatest credit. Start by hitting everyone with your ranged weapons. If you don't know how to use them, just work hard to help your teammates carry arrows and other supplies. Load the spare crossbows and make sure the crossbow magazines are fully loaded!!!"

As she spoke, she produced a specially crafted crossbow. The Originium energy surged from her palm, pouring into the crossbow. Instantly, the crossbow bolts erupted in a blinding red glow, like falling stars. As they struck the bulky, heavily armored enemy soldiers, brilliant sparks erupted, killing or wounding those caught in the crossbow's path.

Shot after shot, accompanied by a deafening roar, the heavy armor defense line was instantly riddled with holes under the blast of W. The unprotected lightly armed infantrymen immediately became sitting ducks, falling to the ground one after another in the torrential rain of arrows, and a pool of blood spread out.

"BOOM! Hahahaha, keep shooting!" W's eyes flashed with pride, "This is the real start of the show..."

Chapter 111 The Arrival of the Main Force

The sun sets, its afterglow blood-red, and dusk is about to envelop the earth. The two battlefields are still noisy and the killing has not stopped, the blood-red setting sun illuminating this battle against all odds.

The Reunion Movement, taking advantage of their rest, strategically defeated the 1000-man vanguard force on both the southwest and northwest battlefields, forcing them to retreat. With casualties aplenty, only around 400 men remained, and they retreated hastily, bringing a sigh of relief to the Reunion Movement forces on both sides. Before the enemy's main force arrived, the Reunion Movement troops munched on the bread they had prepared and rested to recuperate.

“Tick…tick…tick…”

In the dense forest below, Colonel Nicholas and other senior officers rode alongside the main force in a military off-road vehicle. Heavy tires trundled over the muddy road, while military radios blared, relaying the latest battle updates from the front lines.

"Colonel, we are about to reach the battlefield." The driver reported to Colonel Nikolai sitting in the back seat.

"Hmph." Nicholas glanced coldly out the window at the remnants of the vanguard, dragging their heavy bodies and returning to rest with fear in their eyes. A gloom crossed the eyes of the battle-hardened veteran, and the corners of his tightly pursed lips twitched slightly. This result truly annoyed him.

"Colonel," the officer beside him said, "It's getting dark. It's not wise to force an attack any further. If we drag it out until night, it will be disadvantageous to our army."

"Of course I understand. The original plan was for the vanguard to confront these bandits who stole our weapons. Even if they didn't win, they'd still be able to bring back sufficient results and intelligence. But I never imagined they would suffer such a humiliating defeat, completely blinded by the enemy's firepower. Not only did they fail to bring back any information on the enemy's deployment and strength, but they suffered heavy losses. This forced me to send the main force to avenge this humiliation. Otherwise, after a night of fermentation... Haha, I'm afraid our morale will plummet tomorrow, making it even more difficult to climb the mountain!"

A sneer played on Nicholas' lips. After a moment's hesitation, he continued, "Now, we must understand the enemy's deployment and fight this battle effectively. We fear not the enemy, but the unknown! Our army only needs to force the enemy back up the mountain before the sun sets. Once we understand their numbers and situation, we'll have achieved our combat objective. Then we can withdraw and regroup."

He paused, his gaze piercing. "Those bandits stole our weapons, equipment, and supplies, but they also allowed me to see their true strengths. Haha, do you think that just because you have these weapons you can compete with the elite of Ursus? Taking advantage of the last ray of light before nightfall, I will force them to reveal their true colors!"

……

In the southwest corner, Faust, using the dim light, had returned to the foot of the mountain. Every few steps, he encountered the cold corpse of an Ursus. Faust stood alone at the foot of the mountain, strewn with corpses, his dark figure blending into the darkness.

On the deadly silent battlefield, only the cold bodies of dead men spoke of the cruelty of the past. He gazed down at the Ursus soldiers lying at his feet, his eyes lowered, as if considering the best angle of attack. These departed souls would soon become his bait.

"Faust... they're coming again!" However, a hurried voice reached his ears, and Faust immediately used his Originium technique, narrowing his eyes as he looked down. He saw a massive army approaching.

Faust roughly counted them, his heart sinking slightly. A force of nearly 1000 men was approaching. Although he knew he would eventually face a one-on-ten situation, the sight of a thousand-man army approaching still filled the young man with nervousness.

However, at the same moment this emotion arose, an equally high fighting spirit also emerged. Even if the enemy had a thousand men, so what? On this treacherous mountain road, a thousand men would have to advance in a zigzag pattern, deploying only five columns at most. Moreover... under Wang Chong's guidance, he had already prepared a deadly weapon for this very purpose!

The geographical advantage is his most solid ally, and coupled with the carefully arranged killing weapons... the balance of victory has already tilted towards him.

"Tell the others to check the status of the things we have arranged. This time we have to pretend to be defeated and keep luring them upwards. Let the uncles be prepared to defend the line to the death." Faust said using the communication device next to his ear.

"Understood..." The voice on the communicator came and then hung up. Faust stared at the group approaching his range, ready to fire the first shot.

"call out--"

As the string rang through the air, a purple crossbow arrow pierced through the dim light and went straight for the invader's head.

……

To the northwest, the war had begun once again. A vast, dark mass seemed endless. Over eight thousand elite Ursus main forces slowly emerged from the shadows of the dense forest, determined to reduce this land to dust. This torrent of steel carried a murderous intent, determined to plow through everything in its path.

This towering formation was no longer a simple interweaving of four types of troops: heavy armored soldiers (Shield Guards), light armored soldiers (Empire's elite vanguards), halberd-wielding warriors (Ursus Assaulters), and crossbowmen (Ursus Assault Crossbowmen). Numerous engineers, shouldering heavy responsibilities, advanced from the ranks. Knowing the treacherous minefields ahead, they resolutely charged into the perilous terrain, solely to clear any obstacles. Armed with detectors, they advanced cautiously under the protection of massive shields, meticulously surveying the minefield.

Under the cover of heavily armored soldiers, they began probing with detectors. Once they found their location and marked its coordinates, they immediately withdrew. Before W, who was controlling the booby traps above, could react, the Ursus army's warlocks, along with the war wizards, began chanting spells, and a large number of spells took effect. The energy from these spells transformed into dozens of streams of light, striking the minefield ahead.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

Flames shot up into the sky, and the mountains shook the earth! Massive explosions echoed one after another, and countless flames threatened to overturn the entire ground. At this moment, a large number of war magicians in the Ursus army began to exert their strengths, using the energy blasts generated by the Originium technique to directly detonate all the mines in the area.

"Tsk... the tough guys are finally here." Looking at the devastation wrought by the powerful war sorcerers, W's expression grew solemn. What they were facing now was the true reality of war on this continent! Spells rained down upon the ground, and countless explosions echoed all around. Without exceptional skills, or even being a formidable sorcerer, they would have been blasted to pieces long ago.

"Pay attention to the enemy's advance and spell attacks. Show the same vigilance you had when you were on the edge of a knife! Concentrate your forces on reducing the enemy's numbers. Don't put all your attention on dealing with the enemy's magicians!" W gave the command.

"Inès, go check the enemy's attack intentions. Hedley, you and the melee soldiers will be responsible for the upcoming hand-to-hand combat and command. Be prepared to pull back."

Instantly, the entire Sarkaz mercenary group sprang into action, for they were the first to encounter the enemy's main force. The sounds of crossbows and spells echoed continuously, and the fortifications they had built could not hold out for long; under the onslaught of magic, they were about to collapse.

"They want to surround and annihilate us. They'll attack the flanks first, then slowly push through the middle, hoping to create a pocket and swallow us all in one go." Inès quickly returned from using her Originium skills to scout the enemy. Upon learning of the enemy's movements, W sneered and said, "Swallow us all? Interesting! We'll see if they have the stomach for it!"

Despite this, the Ursus's fierce attack successfully closed in on Reunion's first line of defense. Their two wings even crossed it and moved towards the center, encircling them. Thus began a fierce hand-to-hand combat.

"How dare you... Ha, who was that idiot who just said we were going to charge? Now I order you to be the vanguard, lead us to retreat and reunite with the shield guards on the second line of defense! Hedley, I'll leave the rearguard to you!" W said, and began to break out from behind with 70 Sarkaz. Hedley, with 30 Sarkaz, withstood the pressure from the front, and with W and the others behind him, he also began to retreat.

For a moment, a spectacle unfolded. A steady stream of elite Imperial vanguards and Ursus raiders surrounded and annihilated the Sarkaz, yet the Ursus soldiers never managed to break through their defenses. In fact, they were being fought off by the Sarkaz. They outnumbered the Sarkaz many times over, yet their weapons fell upon the Sarkaz, who seemed unmoved. Instead, the Sarkaz, with their backhanded swords, slaughtered them like slicing vegetables and melons.

This contrast quickly intimidated the troops fighting the Sarkaz. After all, who could possibly accept fighting such an invincible enemy? Some even began to stagnate, daring not to charge forward.

"Damn it! What the hell are these idiots doing! There are only a hundred of us and we haven't wiped them out yet! Even if they are Sarkaz, those are just ordinary Goliaths! Can't we even kill these Goliaths?!" Nicholas looked at the battle situation in front of him, his face became even darker. He really didn't expect that a good battle would turn out like this.

Could it be that the Fourth Army, which had not fought for a long time, had become so corrupt?

"Sir, how about we open the encirclement and let these Sarkaz go first, and keep some distance from them? Now they have come into contact with our troops, and our crossbowmen and warlocks can't take advantage of it." The officer beside him reminded.

"Let them go? Why should we? And why aren't the crossbowmen and sorcerers using their powers?" Nicholas said slowly. "Since those guys in the front are starting to get scared and retreat, they don't deserve to be the glory of our Ursus Army. We'd better be prepared to sacrifice ourselves and save the reputation of the Ursus soldiers! Order the sorcerers to use their magic on those Sarkaz immediately!"

Chapter 112: Revenge (Part 3)

No one expected that Colonel Nicholas would simply abandon those encirclement troops, regardless of their life or death, and planned to rely on the firepower of magic to forcibly kill those Sarkaz mercenaries.

"Colonel...if you do this, I'm afraid it will have a negative impact on the morale of the army. It will especially discourage those soldiers who are at the forefront." The officer next to him advised.

Colonel Nicholas' expression was stern, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. "Stop talking. Since they're already on the verge of collapse, we might as well take this opportunity to purge the scum from among the troops. The vanguard must be determined to die, breaking through the enemy lines!"