The villain's journey from the Type-Moon world

"In that case, Ulrich is quite ambitious. If he is given more time to manage his affairs, it is entirely possible that he will be promoted to the center of power in Ursus. Who knows, Ursus may produce another military duke who controls the legion and the government..." Black Snake's eyes began to darken, as if he was thinking about something.

"Forget it. Since he's standing in my way, he's doomed. Especially now that he's in charge of these 40,000-man army, he's already a force to be reckoned with. If we let him escape, allowing him to take control of Ursus and command even more armies, it would only hinder our revolutionary progress," Wang Chong said bluntly. "Don't forget, what Ursus lacks most is time."

"I understand...it's just a pity." Black Snake said slowly.

"It's dawn." Wang Chong watched as a ray of purple light slowly rose from the horizon. He said slowly, "Go back into the black fog. I'm going to launch the first attack again."

……

Daybreak dawned, and the Ursus army, having endured a night of hardship, was somewhat languishing. While a quick, swift battle would have been fine, the constant interruption of sleep was making it even more difficult. With some time left before the battle officially began, they decided to use this time to catch up on some sleep.

"boom!!!"

However, just as some soldiers were beginning to close their eyes, a huge explosion suddenly sounded, followed by the sound of spells bombarding and crossbows flying around.

For a moment, many Ursus soldiers died in their sleep, and those who had been awakened began to take action immediately to deal with this situation.

"The enemy is attacking again! Quick! Report to the main camp! This time they're serious! Those damned demons have rushed to the front and are already fighting with our shield guards! The elite vanguard can't withstand the fighting of those demons, and they urgently need the support of crossbowmen and magicians!"

The commander who was reinstated was completely certain that the demons were fighting with his own side this time, and he was convinced that the other side was not deceiving him under false pretenses as before. He immediately reported the news.

"Are they attacking again? Are they serious this time?" Inside the camp, Ulrich, having received the news once again, listened to the soldier's report, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "What about the Patriot? Has he shown up?"

"Never seen them. The only ones who came to attack were from the Sarkaz Mercenary Group." The soldier shook his head and said.

"Since the Patriots haven't arrived, let those on the front lines take care of this Sarkaz mercenary group. Asking for assistance for such a trivial matter..." Oleg, the former commander of the Third Division, said somewhat dissatisfiedly. However, before he could finish his words, Ulrich shouted, "Idiot, don't you know the fighting power of those demons?"

"Even if the Patriots hadn't arrived, that demonic force shouldn't be underestimated. I've seen their battle record. They fought against our Empire's elite vanguards, persisting in hand-to-hand combat for an entire morning without sustaining a single casualty. Ordinary swords and Ursus warriors couldn't penetrate the strange black mist defenses enveloping their bodies. I'm afraid some unknown Originium technique is at work. Leaving those vanguards and shield guards fighting them would only drain their manpower, leaving them no chance of defeating them."

"Immediately order the elite melee troops in the camp to cooperate with the heavy corps to escort the mages and heavy artillerymen to the battlefield! Also, have the logistics department prepare to transport our heavy firepower weapons to the front line." Ulrich stood up and said, "Since those Sarkaz demons have taken the initiative to rush towards us, we must not miss the opportunity they have given us. It's almost dawn, so we might as well officially start the war now! Let's use these demons as sacrifices and cut off the arm of that group of bandits!"

"Yes!"

Seeing Ulrich officially give the order to start the war, all the senior commanders in the tent began to take action, gathering various corps and starting to advance along the two routes they had opened up, heading towards the southwest and northwest battlefields respectively.

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On the northwest battlefield, Wang Chong stood at the center of the Sarkaz forces, silently observing the situation in the camp through the black mist. Seeing the personnel begin to mobilize, he began to call out to Ines, "Ines, have them begin an orderly retreat. The enemy's main force has been drawn out."

"Yes! The front row of heavy guards will hold the line, and the back row will push back while increasing the firepower to suppress them. Don't let them react. The middle row will evacuate in an orderly manner with the back row!" Ines gave the order, and the Sarkaz mercenary group had already begun to retreat before the Ursus soldiers formed a siege on them.

"They want to leave! Charge forward, elite vanguards, go around behind them and block their retreat! Keep them here at all costs!" However, the Ursus commander on the opposite side was obviously not a pushover either. When he was under pressure to judge the situation ahead, he gave orders decisively.

"The Sarkaz Blade Team and the Sarkaz Greatsword Team will move from the front row to the back row. Eliminate all those who attempt to block our retreat!" Inès's Originium skills allowed her to clearly monitor the flow of personnel on the battlefield. When she noticed Ursus circling the flanks and preparing to close in, she immediately gave the order to break out from the rear.

"kill!!!!"

Suddenly, the cries of killing rang out, swords flashed, and blood covered the snow. The Ursus soldiers, already furious, desperately tried to keep the Sarkaz mercenaries. However, the Sarkaz mercenaries, relying on their formidable strength and the protection of their black mist armor, forged a bloody path out.

Just as Ulrich expected, even if the Ursus vanguard had a firm fighting spirit and perseverance, the gap in strength meant that they could not achieve any other useful results except using their lives to delay the pace of the Sarkaz mercenary group.

However, just delaying the pace is enough...

"!! Let the heavy guards put up the giant shield!" Inès suddenly gave the order.

Just as the Sarkaz mercenaries were about to retreat to the foot of the mountain, a barrage of crossbow bolts and flames descended from the road leading to the northwest battlefield. It was clear that Ursus's ballistae and magicians had arrived at the front lines. Numerous magicians began chanting, ready to unleash their devastatingly powerful Originium techniques to annihilate this seemingly unstoppable force.

But will all this really go as Ursus wishes?

Chapter 182: Firefight

"Boom boom boom!"

A barrage of spells bombarded the giant shields, drawing blood from the knuckles of the Sarkaz holding them. If they hadn't learned the techniques and corresponding Originium skills from the guerrilla shield guards during this period, coupled with the black mist protection and the sophisticated equipment looted from Ursus, they would have been crushed by these powerful spells.

Although they had resisted the first round of attacks, the situation was not optimistic. Ursus soldiers were still trying to double-team them. The Sarkaz troops had now become a tortoise shell, adequate for defense but insufficient for offense. Even this defense would become increasingly weaker as the number of opposing mages increased.

"Fire! BOOM!" At that moment, a burst of light appeared on the mountain, followed by the sound of continuous artillery fire. Many shells fell in parabolic trajectories towards the Ursus troops.

"Boom boom boom!"

Huge explosions echoed, followed by agonizing cries. The shells landed among the crowd, creating giant blood-splatters like blooming roses. Most crucially, the Ussars who had been surrounding the Sarkaz troops were not only blasted, but the few who survived were pierced through the armor and bodies by dozens of crossbow bolts, leaving them lying on the hillside.

"It's a mortar! Damn... How did they get all this weaponry? Could they have stolen it from Nicholas's troops last time?!" The commander on the front line immediately determined what kind of attack they were under and immediately ordered: "Shield Guards, provide auxiliary defense. Don't worry about those demons anymore. Cover the surviving soldiers on the front line! The First Company of Magicians, launch an immediate attack! We don't seek to annihilate them completely, but we must bite off a piece of their flesh!"

"Om-"

Under the order, the sorcerers had no choice but to temporarily reduce the power of their spells, chanting and wielding them at a faster pace. Red flames emanated from the sorcerers' raised hands, and under their control, the flames gathered into a massive fireball, flying straight towards the retreating Sarkaz mercenaries.

"Hmph." At this moment, Wang Chong finally made his move. However, he did not use his own black mist power. Instead, he stripped off the surface black mist armor of every Sarkaz soldier, transforming it into a giant black mist fist that smashed directly into the fireball.

"boom!"

The collision of the two energies unleashed a massive wave of energy, knocking some Ursus soldiers who were still trying to charge to the ground. Even the Sarkaz troops who were closer were nearly tripped by the impact. Fortunately, the shield-bearing heavy guards withstood the pressure, preventing the energy waves from impacting the Sarkaz soldiers inside.

"You are the only one who has a magician team, right? Magicians, vent your anger on them completely!" On the top of the mountain, W ordered the Sarkaz magician team that had already rested to start chanting the ancient spell. An Originium crystal was placed in front of them. Under the effect of the spell, the Originium crystal shattered into dust and dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, a dark evil aura began to appear on the bodies of those magicians and rose from them. They gathered this power and then pushed it out together. The dark source stone energy column directly blasted towards the magicians on the opposite side.

"Shield guards, take the lead! Protect the magician!" Due to the distance, only the magician could attack the magician, so the shield guards had to defend first. The dark energy hit the shield guards' shields, but was intercepted by Ursus's shield guards.

However, due to this delay, it was difficult for the magicians to strike the retreating Sarkaz troops again. They could only watch helplessly as the enemy retreated to the defense line again.

"Damn it! They got away!" The commander was filled with hatred, yet he could do nothing. These Sarkaz troops were simply too difficult to defeat. Ordinary soldiers couldn't do anything to them, and ranged forces would need to concentrate their firepower for a while to completely defeat them. Any mistake would allow these people to slip away.

"Don't worry, they won't be rampant for long! Even if they are invulnerable, I don't believe they can keep fighting without getting tired, eating or drinking! What's more, our trump card hasn't appeared yet!" Another commander on the side patted him on the shoulder and comforted him.

"What's the situation now?"

At this moment, a cold voice rang out. The two commanders quickly turned around, clasped their fists, and half-knelt, saying, "General!"

"From the looks of you, it's clear that the Sarkaz troops are not left behind." Ulrich said lightly.

"General, even if we couldn't completely wipe out the enemy, we could at least destroy half of them. The magicians have already constructed a large-scale Originium war spell, but... but none of us expected that the army would suddenly summon a huge black mist fist, which actually withstood our Originium spell. If not for this, at least we could have inflicted heavy damage on that Sarkaz army." A commander reported the situation that had just occurred.

"Oh? Black fog? Fist? Please tell me in detail... Don't miss any details." Ulrich asked with his eyes slightly narrowed.

The commander then explained everything that had just happened in detail. When Ulrich asked if the Sarkaz had any changes when the giant fist appeared, the frontline commander thought carefully and then said, "That's right! General, those Sarkaz originally had black mist lingering around them, but after using that move, the black mist disappeared and didn't return for a long time."

"It seems this is the power of these Sarkaz's Originium skills. Previous battle reports on that layer of black mist armor also recorded that it required an attack force exceeding a certain threshold to break through the defense, so it could only be penetrated by spells and heavy crossbows. Now, however, this black mist can actually be gathered into a means of attack... but the cost is also obvious. After using it, the black mist on them disappears, and they are no longer invulnerable to swords and spears. Even if the elite vanguards engage them in hand-to-hand combat, they can still decapitate them."

Ulrich roughly judged the situation based on the previous and subsequent speeches and spoke.

"This reveals another weakness of these demons. These weapons are exactly what we need to deal with them. Didn't they steal the mortar? Let's show them the true power of our nation."

"All troops, listen up! Prepare to attack the mountain! When it's completely light, the artillery battalion will launch the attack first! Completely crush those bandits' self-righteous defenses!"

"Also, notify the special forces in the southwest battlefield to prepare to attack the mountain at the same time."

Ulrich issued a series of orders, and the entire legion officially began to move. Simultaneously, a massive Ursus army advanced along the widened forest road. In the center of their encirclement, numerous large siege engines were slowly rolled onto the battlefield. Powered by Originium crystals, and manipulated and operated using Originium techniques, these were Ursus's most powerful weapons, formidable weapons rivaling those of war wizards.

On the mountain, Wang Chong gazed at the overwhelming Ursus army, expressionless, unfazed by the overwhelming might. After all, in Wang Chong's eyes, these were merely warriors slightly stronger than mortals, even inferior to the might of the King's Army of Iskandar he had witnessed before. The only ones worth noting were the magicians and a few elite warriors.

"It looks like the enemy is planning to use heavy firepower to completely destroy our defenses. W, Inès, and Hedley are preparing to have the Sarkaz gradually withdraw from the secret passages. The terrain and defenses here are untenable and can't withstand the bombardment of those heavy firepower weapons lined up in a row." Wang Chong spoke directly.

"Yes!" The three obeyed Wang Chong's orders without offering the slightest resistance, and began to quietly evacuate the Sarkaz through the secret passage they had dug over the past few days, heading up the mountain. Of course, to prevent the enemy from noticing anything unusual, they retained a number of men closest to the secret passage entrance, ready to shoot any spies approaching, proving that the defense line was still manned.

Chapter 183 Attacking the Mountain

The morning sun pierced through the clouds, casting a rusty halo across the vast snowy plains. The heavy Originium artillery arrays of the Ursus artillery battalion still spewed out embers, their dark red barrels emitting twisted heat waves in the freezing -20 degrees Celsius, their chrome plating rippled like melt from the continuous volleys.

Artillerymen wearing antifreeze gloves were using shovels to fill snow blocks into the liquid-cooling ducts. The moment the metal components came into contact with the ice and snow, a shrill hissing sound erupted. The steaming white air columns were like hundreds of silver snakes awakening from hibernation, interweaving into a strange curtain above the artillery positions.

The telescope's view slowly swept across the hillside a hundred meters away. Major General Ulrich's knuckles tapped unconsciously on the brass tube. The dense ring of fortifications dotted between the folds of the mountain had now transformed into a picture scroll of hell—the swirling permafrost at the edge of the crater formed jagged layers of crystals, melted snow and coke mixed into a turbid asphalt stream, and the remaining barbed wire trembled in the morning breeze like a dying spider.

Suddenly, Ulrich waved his hand, and the messenger, who understood the gesture, immediately ordered the artillerymen on the front line to stop firing. The deafening artillery roar finally stopped.

What made Ulrich somewhat alert was the abnormal silence: there was no wailing piercing the smoke, nor was there any metallic reflection wandering among the ruins. Only the fragments of the military flag torn by the shock wave rustled on the broken wood.

"Send the scouts to investigate closer," Ulrich's voice was like an undercurrent beneath the ice. "Focus on searching for any traces of those bandits. Find even the smallest fragments of flesh and blood."

The messenger quickly took the order and left, his nimble figure disappearing into the morning mist. Soon, dozens of elite Ursus scouts crept in, groping their way up the hillside like civet cats.

"General, have you noticed anything unusual?" asked the adjutant on the side in confusion.

"It's too quiet... I doubt their defenses will hold up under the barrage; they'll be destroyed. But aside from those first few shots that drove back our scouts, the entire hillside seems to be passively taking the attack. There's no visible resistance, as if there aren't any defenders on the hill at all," Ulrich analyzed. "We'll probably have a conclusion when the scouts return."

After a while, the intelligence officer brought Ulrich the scouts' findings. "General! The scouts report that the enemy's defenses have completely collapsed within the range of the artillery fire. But strangely, our scouts haven't found any flesh or blood or severed limbs."

"Hmph, these bandits are indeed cunning." Ulrich sneered. "I believe they dug a secret escape route leading to the back of the hillside when they built their fortifications. They're quite savvy, knowing they can't match our superior firepower head-on."

"Then, General, if that's the case, wouldn't our army be able to easily capture the bandits' first line of defense this time? Haha, I remember from the previous battle report that Nicholas and his men spent the entire morning attacking and lost many men. It seems these bandits aren't as formidable as we imagined."

The adjutant felt a little contempt when he saw that they had taken down the first line of defense set up by the Reunion Movement in less than an hour at daybreak.

"Oh, we were able to take down this first line of defense in such a short time, certainly because our firearms were powerful enough, but it was also because Nicholas's defeat gave us quite a bit of information about this bandit group, so we were able to confidently and boldly deploy these weapons to attack them."

Ulrich paused, then continued, "Don't forget, the enemy has decisively withdrawn. Although we've captured the defenses, we haven't inflicted any significant losses on these bandits. Are you being dismissive now? Do you want me to let you go to the front lines and test their might in the first hand-to-hand combat after we get up the mountain?"

"General, I know I was wrong! I was careless..." The commander broke out in a cold sweat after hearing this. After realizing his mistake, he quickly knelt on the ground to apologize.

"Only when you have the last laugh do you have the right to despise your opponent. Pass the order down, proceed according to the original plan, let the 1st and 2nd Mixed Regiments serve as the vanguard to explore the situation ahead. These direct-fire artillery will not be needed before we reach the mountain. Subsequent fire strikes must be assisted by Imperial Artillery Harbinger drones to accurately target the target."

When Ulrich turned around, his coat fluttered in the wind, forming a sharp arc, and the double-headed eagle emblem on the collar reflected a cold light.

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On the other side, after ascending the first hillside, they arrived at the Reunion Movement's second line of defense: the Nine-Curve Mountain Road. The terrain here was relatively flat, but the road was winding. This was precisely why it provided the Reunion Movement with an opportunity to maneuver.

However, this time, Wang Chong didn't intend to rush into using the enemy's wheeling tactics. If these Ursus believed they could defeat him and his men with only 3 or 4000 soldiers, then he should be prepared to pay the price.

On the cliffs to the left of the mountain path, a scattering of dark holes reflected a faint light. Without careful inspection, you wouldn't notice them. These were the fortifications already built, capable of flank attacks on the enemy, catching them off guard in an instant.

This had already been demonstrated during Colonel Nicholas's previous battle. Using the impenetrable cliffs as a defensive barrier, even magic could not harm the Reunion members trapped within them.

Furthermore, the Sarkaz mercenaries weren't the only ones guarding the second line of defense. Besides the special forces, the Reunion Movement's strongest elite, the guerrillas led by the Patriots, were stationed there, awaiting the arrival of the Ursus troops.

"Captain, listen to the noise, they are coming up." The shield guard next to the Patriot keenly noticed the slight movement of the ground and said.

"...Fight." The Patriot said with a red light in his eyes.

"Yes! Your will." The shield guards exhaled a puff of white mist, ready for battle. The messenger relayed the order to the front, and the guerrilla crossbowmen and guerrilla magicians stationed on the defense line were ready to strike, waiting for the moment the enemy appeared from the hillside.

At the front, the Shield Guards and the Sarkaz Mercenaries had already joined forces, with Wang Chong personally commanding the front lines. Besides W, Inès, and Hedley, Wang Chong was accompanied by the Dragon Maiden, Albion, who was lying on his back, munching on a large loaf of bread.

"This guy is really too leisurely. It's ok for him to command at the front line, but he also brings a child with him." W glanced at the white-haired dragon girl whose face still showed childishness, and couldn't help but think in his heart.

"However, since he is so relaxed, I'm afraid this battle won't be a big problem. Tsk, he can solve the problem with just a slap, but he lets us, his subordinates, do it." W complained in her heart, but the confidence brought by Wang Chong allowed her to go crazy on the battlefield without any scruples this time.

"The main attacking group of guards will be in the front, with archers supporting on both flanks." Wang Chong used the black mist to transmit his voice to everyone, "while the shield guards will be responsible for withstanding the enemy's subsequent long-range spell attacks and destroying as many of their manpower as possible."

The guerrilla and Sarkaz crossbowmen stood up from their trenches, their sights trained on the top of the hill ahead, ready to fire as soon as the enemy showed their heads. The guards at the front also sharpened their knives, ready to engage in hand-to-hand combat at any moment.

"Tap..."

As the sound reached their ears, everyone's nerves were tense. Everyone stared at the battle line ahead, as long as the enemy came up, a full-scale battle would break out.

"coming!"

The moment the first Ursus soldier appeared, a crossbow bolt struck him squarely in the forehead, knocking him to the ground instantly. A bloody battle was imminent, and a large number of the Ursus Empire's elite vanguards rushed forward recklessly. Even being struck down by crossbows could not stop their advance.

"Boom boom boom!"

However, a large number of explosions occurred on the land they passed by. Those were bombs that W had buried using the Originium technique before, waiting for these people to step on them and explode into pieces.

"Tsk... there are so many people here. Aren't they afraid of death at all?" W said while performing blasting and projectile launching.

"They're just not dead yet. This is just the beginning." Wang Chong said slowly, "Have the melee soldiers in front prepare for hand-to-hand combat. The magicians begin their fire attack! The shield guards from the opposite Ursus are coming up."

"Roger that!" The Sarkaz sorcerers began unleashing their Originium skills, unleashing a torrent of magical attacks, completely wiping out the vanguard elites that were about to charge. However, just as Wang Chong had predicted, the heavily armored Ursus shield guards began to enter the battlefield, using their massive shields to block the crossbow bolts and spell bombardment as they slowly advanced.

At the same time, a large number of crossbow arrows were shot from behind them. Although most of them fell on the road ahead, a small part of them began to fall into the trenches where the Sarkaz Guards were.

However, there was no need for the shield guards of the Reunion Movement to take action. The Sarkaz Guards relied on their own bravery to chop and smash the crossbow arrows, and no casualties were caused.

However, as time went on, more and more Ursus soldiers climbed up the hillside. After all the Originium skill bombs placed by W were triggered, there was no one who could continue to stop the Ursus attack, and hand-to-hand combat was finally about to break out.

"Come on! Bear cubs, let's see how much you really weigh." Two Sarkaz guards and a shield guard formed a team, fighting and retreating in the trenches. With this small-scale combat unit with one main attack, one covering, and one supporting, the Ursus soldiers who jumped into the trenches, hoping to surround and harvest them, were instead harvested by these combat teams' close coordination.

They retreated in an orderly fashion, following the route of the broken trenches, and continuously depleted the enemy's manpower. For a moment, the trenches were filled with blood and blood, and there were screams of agony everywhere.

Chapter 184: Albion's First Appearance

"Report—report to the General. The First Regiment encountered fierce resistance and, after losing nearly one-fifth of their personnel, was already showing signs of collapse. However, with the arrival of the Second Regiment, morale was temporarily stabilized, and the battle line was successfully held at the top of the slope. However, the enemy's black mist armor had not been broken, so they were unable to cause effective damage."

After the attack lasted for half an hour, the intelligence officer reported the situation on the front line to Ulrich.

"This Black Mist Armor is really a headache for Originium skills... Have you found where the root of this Originium skill comes from? Which magicians on the other side performed it?" Ulrich frowned slightly and asked.

"According to the command from the front line, our magicians have not traced the source of the Originium skills of these black fog armors... What's even strange is that these black fogs don't respond to our detection spells at all." said the intelligence liaison.

"The Originium skills of these demons are ancient and mysterious. It's normal that our magicians can't detect them. But General, if the losses continue like this, before we can even start the round-the-clock attack, I'm afraid we will have to lose at least two mixed regiments if we want to capture the top of the hill. It's really not worth it. Please order the activation of drones to guide our projectile artillery for fire support." The adjutant on the side suggested.

"... Pass the order down and have the artillery battalion get ready. Operate the drone to start locating the target. Also, dispatch some magicians to provide support. Completely capture the top area and continue to advance." Ulrich said.

"Yes!"

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