A Villain's Journey Begins in the Type-Moon World

"Qiangqiang-"

At this time, Ursus Guards and Shield Guards had arrived at the pass and began hand-to-hand combat with the Reunion Movement's Shield Guards and Guards.

"They're here!" At this moment, Faust's eyes lit up, because he saw that the end of Ursus's team suddenly became chaotic, and a bunch of people were thrown out and fell directly off the cliff.

"Wait...what happened? Why are the people behind us so noisy...Holy crap! What's that!?"

"Ugh—!! My butt! My butt!"

"Well--!!!"

Many Ursus soldiers, drawn by the commotion behind them, turned to look back and witnessed a scene they would never forget. Countless bamboo shoots sprang up from the ground and grew at an astonishing speed, with some unlucky ones getting shoved into their buttocks by the growing shoots, emitting comical screams.

However, most of the Ursus crossbowmen who weren't wearing much armor were impaled by the rapidly growing bamboo. The heavily armored Ursus soldiers fared no better; crushed by the bamboo, they were either unable to move or were forcefully pushed off the cliff.

"Bamboo...where did all these fast-growing bamboos come from!?"

"It's Originium Arts! It must be an Originium Arts trap cast by the other side! Quick! Break through to the front! Find that caster! Otherwise, we'll all die here!"

This supernatural phenomenon was undoubtedly attributed to Originium Arts. Seeing their impending doom, the Ursus soldiers pushed forward like madmen. Little did they know, this not only failed to help those in front overcome the pass, but many were also pushed out of the mountain path by their own comrades before they could even be squeezed out by the bamboo.

This chaos was clearly exploited by Faust's side. The shield guards held the pass, preventing anyone from breaking through. Meanwhile, Faust and his men dealt with the sorcerers and crossbowmen who tried to coordinate with the warriors to break through the shield guards' direction.

As for Mephisto, he directly controlled the Ursus guards who had been wounded fighting the Shieldbearers. He had them pretend to fight the Shieldbearers, but actually occupy positions to prevent those behind from replacing them and weakening the Shieldbearers.

"Ugh!"

"Help! I don't want to die here!"

The screams grew closer, and bamboo shoots sprouted from the ground, relentlessly reaping the lives of the Ursus troops on the mountain path. The few Ursus soldiers who hadn't yet reached the path were utterly terrified by the scene before them, completely at a loss for what to do.

Even the commander in charge of frontline operations had just been pushed off a mountain path and fallen off a cliff, his death virtually certain. Without command and leadership, this special forces team completely disintegrated, and with the cooperation of the growing bamboo forest and the Reunion Movement, they were utterly wiped out.

"...Huff...Huff...We...won?" The phantom crossbowman who had just spoken with Faust stared at the scene in disbelief. He naturally understood what had happened; after all, he had buried those bamboo shoots himself.

“Faust… could it be the stuff you just scattered?” the Phantom Crossbowman asked.

“Hmm…” Faust took out the golden package and said, “This is something called Jin Ke La that Teacher Wang Chong gave me. It can quickly promote plant growth. And the method of using bamboo shoots to protect this last section of the mountain road was also taught to me by Teacher Wang Chong.”

“No wonder… Mr. Wang Chong actually left such a strong backup plan… But now that the road ahead is covered with bamboo, won’t we be unable to get down?” the Phantom Crossbowman said.

“Don’t worry, Teacher said that Jin Ke La not only accelerates the growth rate of plants, but also accelerates their death process. It shouldn’t be long,” Faust said. “Besides, we don’t need to go down anymore. With what we just experienced and this bamboo forest, those Ursus people probably won’t dare to come up again for a while, and they won’t be able to come up again. We’ve held our ground for tonight.”

"Tonight... what do we do after that?" the Phantom Crossbowman asked, puzzled.

“There’s no more. My teacher already told me… this war should end tonight.” Faust murmured, gazing towards a platform.

Chapter 200 Missed Opportunity

On the northwestern battlefield, the final lines of defense were impregnable. Enemy magic, striking the front lines, had little effect whatsoever. As for heavy artillery and mortar fire, the Reunion Movement members simply took cover in the mountain's artillery shelters. Once the enemy's firepower had subsided, they would emerge to scout the enemy's position, relaying their location to the artillery positions behind them, allowing for subsequent attacks.

This back-and-forth continued, with Ursus's forces steadily dwindling while the Reunion Movement suffered almost no losses. This frustrating feeling of being unable to retaliate was causing widespread agitation and low morale among the Ursus frontline personnel. Virtually no one was willing to charge into battle and die anymore. The two sides remained locked in a stalemate; the Reunion Movement forces couldn't advance, and the Ursus army couldn't capture the hillside front.

The situation only slightly changed when the warlocks arrived on the battlefield. With the help of the warlock group, one warlock constructed a defensive iron shield out of metal, while the other created missiles from rocks, directly ramming into the incoming shells and wearing them down.

With the war sorcerers providing protection, the Ursus army was finally able to advance despite the enemy's heavy fire. Even the artillery battalions turned their fire on the Reunion front lines, suppressing them and preventing them from retaliating.

"If we had known it would be so easy to withstand this firepower, we should have sent the war sorcerers sooner. At least our Ursus warriors wouldn't have suffered such heavy casualties. The general is being so cautious because he's worried that Patriot might retaliate. But now that things have come to this, the enemy is still hiding and won't come out. It seems they've completely lost their ability to resist."

Upon witnessing this scene, the commander in charge of the front lines couldn't help but inwardly blame the usually cautious "careful general." In the eyes of many commanders and officers, General Ulrich was less cautious and more cowardly. Fortunately, after repeated suggestions from the other commanders, the general finally agreed to proceed with the march without restraint.

"We almost missed our chance. If it had dragged on any longer, the Patriots might have recovered their strength, and then we wouldn't have been able to take this position so easily," the commander cursed under his breath.

"boom!"

But at that moment, a deafening explosion suddenly rang out, startling the commander. He discovered that the large metal shield that had been protecting him from the shells had been pierced through, destroying a large group of Ursus warriors beneath the breach.

"Damn it! What's going on?!" The commander immediately looked carefully at the front line and saw a bright light appear on the ridge. A huge cannon barrel flashed with a crimson light, and then the crimson beam of light struck the giant shield again, piercing it through once more without any surprise.

"This is—a naval cannon! How could they possibly have a mobile naval cannon from Ursus!? And they even brought it up the mountain!?" The commander instantly recognized the type of heavy weapon the enemy was using from the distinct red beam of light.

"Damn it, we were almost at the front line, how could this happen?! Quick! Order another war sorcerer to attack that moving cannon immediately! We can't let that cannon continue firing!" the commander immediately gave the order.

Because mobile naval guns fire straight-line Originium energy, they cannot be deployed on reverse slopes for cross-firing like other heavy artillery. They can only engage the enemy in a straight line from the top of a ridge. Consequently, mobile naval guns expose their positions, making them easy targets for concentrated enemy fire.

The war mage who controlled the rocks immediately gathered countless rocks and fired them directly at the ship's cannon on the ridge. To prevent the cannon from escaping, the rocks covered an area large enough to obscure half of the ridge, determined to destroy the cannon capable of shattering the giant shield.

But just then, a huge flame suddenly blazed up on the ridge, and a man holding a long sword was seen igniting a pillar of fire that shot into the sky. With a wave of his hand, a horizontal, scorching slash cut through the entire group of attacking rocks, and amidst the explosions, the rocks were shattered into fragments that fell to the ground.

"It's that warrior who manipulates fire!" The commander felt a chill run down his spine upon seeing this attack. He never imagined that Talulah, whom they had assumed was beyond saving due to Oripathy, would reappear on the battlefield.

"Damn it! I told you we shouldn't have dragged this out for so long. Now look what's happened, someone has already recovered." The commander gritted his teeth. They were so close to breaking through the defenses, but now a powerful enemy soldier has appeared. It's likely that their attack will be blocked again, resulting in even more casualties!

"Stay here!" Just then, the vanguard was enveloped by a chilling aura, and black ice began to grow on their bodies, rising higher and higher until it completely froze their bodies.

"Oh no! That guy who killed two of our war mages has recovered! Quick! Send orders to protect the mages and bring them back!" The commander was shocked when he saw Frostnova's Originium Arts appear. Two of their war mages had died at the hands of this white rabbit. If he lost two more war mages, he could forget about being the commander. He might be pushed to the front line and become one of the cannon fodder.

Ultimately, at the cost of over 700 lives, the warlocks and artillery battalion were successfully brought back. This retreat marked yet another failure of the Ursus offensive.

……

Ulrich clenched his fists as he looked at the report delivered from the front lines, and sighed, "Has the opportunity been missed after all?"

Because of excessive caution, they didn't commit their strongest forces from the start, allowing the enemy's two powerful warriors to recover, making a strong attack on the position impossible.

"The detailed report from the southwestern battlefield has also been submitted. The mountain path is now completely covered by bamboo forests, making it impossible to pass. Even if we can clear the bamboo forests, there's no guarantee that the enemy won't use similar Originium Arts to defeat our army again," said the commander who was relaying information and analysis from the southwestern battlefield in place of Pavel.

"Let's call it a night...." Ulrich shook his head. It was already late at night. The soldiers were exhausted from the constant shifts in battle and the lack of sleep they had been getting for various reasons. There was no way to overcome the two lines of defense. They had no choice but to abandon their attempt to forcefully take down the Reunion Movement and wait for reinforcements to arrive tomorrow before making any further plans.

"...%￥*&..." The commanders discussed in hushed tones for a while, and ultimately had no choice but to accept this result. This mishap with the fighter jet caused some commanders to begin questioning Ulrich's strategy. Ulrich was also aware of this. Previously, he could forcibly unite these people through his prestige and skill, but now, with his misjudgment of the fighter jet, these people had developed some different thoughts.

Ulrich merely observed coldly, remaining silent. After all, he had seen such looks far too many times. To Ulrich, temporary gains and losses were always just that—temporary. Even if he lost this war, he had ways to protect himself and rise again in the future.

……

Night had fallen, and this was the first time the latter half of the night had been so quiet. Both the southwestern and northwestern wars had temporarily ceased. On the northwestern battlefield, the war mages hadn't returned to their camp but instead chose to rest on the battlefield. After all, two powerful warriors were posing a threat; without their presence, they feared they might not only lose the pass in the latter half of the night but also suffer a devastating attack from the Reunion Movement, losing countless men. The Ursus Legion could no longer afford such attrition.

But it was precisely because of this that a certain team was given an opportunity...

Under the cover of night, a group of people rappelled down the mountain using ropes. Dressed in black night-time clothing, they made their way down the mountain silently, taking advantage of the dim light.

"Charge! We..."

Shh, someone's there.

After Arcueid landed, Wang Chong covered her mouth as she tried to ask about the operation. Then, Ren Dong took the initiative, grabbing a patrolling soldier outside the bushes by the neck, stabbing him to death with a dagger, and dragging him into the bushes.

"There are fewer patrols than usual. It seems the setback in the southwest battlefield has led the new commander in charge of the southwest to transfer half of the guards and patrols from here to the southwest battlefield," Wang Chong said after sensing the situation of the patrols around him with the black mist.

“In that case, it will be much easier for us to sneak up on the main camp. Everyone, follow my lead.” Honeysuckle took the lead and the others followed one by one.

Chapter 201 Decapitation Operation

"Sigh...we've suffered another defeat. We were about to win, but our general chickened out and refused to launch a full-scale attack. As a result, we gave the enemy a chance to breathe, and those bandits regrouped." A patrolling soldier complained.

“You’re not fighting on the front lines, what are you worrying about? Just take care of our patrols,” another soldier who was paired with him said.

"How can we not worry? Don't you think about it? The longer this battlefield stalemate lasts, the greater the risk of death for us. Not to mention the possibility of raiders suddenly appearing out of nowhere, what if there are no soldiers left on the front lines? Won't they have to send us to the front lines too? Have you forgotten the group that Lieutenant Colonel Pavel just took away?" the soldier complained.

"Hiss...you're right. Damn it, those guys are really useless. It took them so long to take down a bunch of bandits...and we greenhorns are suffering because of them." His companion complained. "Alright, alright, let's not talk about that unlucky topic. Let's talk about something related to us. Do you think there will be any more commotion in the middle of the night?"

"Probably not. Both fronts have been pushed far from the main camp, and the bandit leaders on the other side are still stationed on the mountain to guard against our army. Why would they sneak out to continue to annoy us?" the soldier said.

"I don't think so. These guys are probably going to disturb everyone's sleep again. Besides, if they didn't come to harass the camp every night, how could we be in such bad shape that we can't even fight off these troublemakers? I think this is their conspiracy to deliberately weaken our fighting ability. Once we're well-fed and rested, these guys won't be a match for us at all," his companion said disdainfully.

"On the contrary, I feel that once we get a good night's sleep, we'll have no excuse for not being as good as others in terms of combat effectiveness. Wouldn't that be even more humiliating?" the soldier rolled his eyes and said.

"Hmph, that's all they've got. Anyway, those guys only have the guts to harass the camp, they'd never actually raid it. One of the brothers who switched shifts with me already said that even if there's a huge commotion tonight, he won't get up; he's determined to get a good night's sleep." The companion sneered.

"What? Isn't he afraid of being court-martialed?" the soldier asked in surprise.

"Court punishment? What if a large number of people are treated like that? Everyone has been tortured to the point of exhaustion these past few days, and I'm not the only one with this idea. If a bunch of people disobey military orders, are they all going to be court-martialed? Don't forget that we're already short-handed after losing so many brothers. Even if the general wants to punish them, he should consider the current situation." The comrade said.

"Tsk... I should have known better than to work the night shift today; maybe I could have gotten a good night's sleep," the soldier complained.

“Who says otherwise…” The colleague also regretted working the night shift tonight.

"It's alright, it's not too late to sleep now," a voice said.

“sh……!!!”

The two were startled and were about to question him loudly when they felt a chill in their throats and were unable to speak. They felt a warm current flowing out of their necks.

"thump"

The two fell to the ground in the snow, and then disappeared without a trace after being enveloped by a black mist.

“I have some good news. Those soldiers, after being harassed for days, have already assumed that today's attack will only disturb their sleep. When we launch a surprise attack on the camp, at least we won't be surrounded by the army immediately.” Wang Chong stepped out of the shadows and said to the people behind him.

"Let's go, the camp is almost in sight. The decapitation operation is officially beginning. Send those who are still fast asleep—all on their way!"

……

Inside the camp, Ulrich, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

“It’s happening again… this heart-pounding feeling.” Ever since Ulrich experienced his first attack on the camp, he would wake up repeatedly in the middle of the night because of this feeling. Even without the Reunion Movement’s bandits attacking the camp, he had never had a good night’s sleep.

This feeling of dread intensifies when he hears noises outside, as if a knife is held to his throat. It is precisely for this reason that Ulrich always orders the entire camp to be on high alert whenever there is a disturbance, in order to defend against any external threat.

"boom!"

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Just then, another huge explosion rang out, causing Ulrich's heart to pound faster and his unease to intensify.

"Are they harassing our camp again? Where did these guys come down the mountain from...? A bunch of useless fools still haven't figured it out. But why do I have such a strong premonition? Could something happen tonight?"

Ulrich calmly donned his armor and stepped out of his tent. Even the usually cautious man was beginning to suspect that tonight would likely be another farce.

But when Ulrich stepped out of the tent, he noticed something was wrong. The whole area was in chaos, with many Ursus soldiers running around shouting something, and flames rising in the distance, constantly moving towards the center.

"Stop right there! Anyone who dares to run away again will be killed without mercy!" Ulrich shouted coldly at the soldiers who had no discipline whatsoever. However, the soldiers seemed not to hear Ulrich's words at all and continued to flee frantically. Ulrich's face turned cold, and he drew his broadsword, cleaving a soldier who was still ignoring him in two with a single stroke.

Furthermore, with Ulrich's powerful swing, the blade struck the ground, creating a large crack that startled the fleeing soldiers, who stopped and looked at Ulrich with fear.

"What on earth is going on?! Are they all deaf?!" Ulrich roared, his eyes seeming to want to kill everyone in front of him.

"Report...Reporting to the general! It's an attack on the camp! A gang of devils! They've attacked the camp!!" A soldier, unable to contain his shock, fell to the ground and stammered.

Ulrich grabbed the soldier and lifted him up, yelling, "What devil! Explain yourself!"

"General... General! Those guys aren't human!! They can either cleave a dozen shield guards in two with a single sword strike, or summon giant fire demons, and there are even monsters flying in the sky that breathe fire down!! Now... now they're all coming! We, the guards, can't hold them off at all!!" The soldier almost bit off his tongue as he quickly explained the situation.

"What!? The enemy camp is really under attack!?" Upon hearing the soldiers describe the enemy's strength and their advancing towards their camp, Ulrich's alarm bells rang instantly! The ominous premonition he had been feeling all along had finally been confirmed today.

"Then why are you all running around like that! Quickly notify all the battalions to assemble the army and surround all those thieves!" Ulrich roared.

“General…we’ve notified them, but it’s no use! The soldiers sleeping in the camp simply won’t listen to our orders. They say things like, ‘It’s just another disturbance today…’ They don’t believe a word we say!” the soldier said.

"Damn it!" Ulrich threw the soldier to the ground. At that moment, the scenes of the previous disturbance of the camp were all connected with the events of today in his mind.

"So that's how it is... So that's how it is... So this is the real killing move of these thieves!" Ulrich understood the key to this. The lies of the past few days were all for this day, taking advantage of the soldiers' complete lack of hope to launch this real attack on the camp, and the target was naturally them, the military commanders.

"Immediately notify commanders at the colonel level or above! Even if you have to fight, you have to wake them up! Inform them of the seriousness of the situation as quickly as possible! Make them immediately integrate their troops! It has to be fast! Otherwise, everyone will die here today!!" Ulrich shouted repeatedly.

Because of Ulrich's prestige and his words, the soldiers did not continue their escape. Instead, they immediately went to the tents of officers and above to deliver the message.

Meanwhile, Ulrich was also rushing towards the command post, needing to inform the front lines of the situation so that the legions there could immediately withdraw. Losing the northwest and southwest fronts wouldn't matter, but if the enemy destroyed all command structures, the entire Ursus legion would become a complete rabble.

Chapter 202 Collapse at the slightest touch

"Leivatin!"

At this moment, Surtr unleashed her greatest advantage on the battlefield. Her fire demon wielded a longsword that easily swept across a large area of ​​Ursus's military camp, setting it ablaze.

As for those who panicked and tried to surround and kill Surtr, they were either burned into flames or cut in half at the waist by a single swing of her greatsword.

The others, too, displayed their unique skills. Skadi's exaggerated, body-spinning sword swings, with their wide, sweeping motions, cleaved any enemies who dared to invade into a bloody pulp. Her power, capable of shaking mountains, was now fully unleashed; Skadi was now like a superhuman, unstoppable.

The most terrifying of all is Specter. Aside from her monstrous strength, similar to Skadi's, and her wide-ranging attacks, her chainsaw weapon is truly horrifying, like a meat grinder. The sound of the chainsaw churning bone and flesh when Specter strikes is enough to send chills down anyone's spine. Now, no one dares approach Specter; instead, she laughs maniacally as she chases after fleeing enemies, hacking and slashing.

Arcueid seemed to realize that his method of tearing apart Ursus soldiers with his bare hands was too inefficient, especially after comparing it to the performance of others. Arcueid not only found his method of dealing with opponents with claws and fists too slow, but also too monotonous. Even Albion, flying through the sky and breathing fire, was more pleasing to the eye than Arcueid.

"I've got it!" Suddenly, Arcueid recalled that during his battle with Wang Chong, Wang Chong had used the method of manipulating his blood to become his weapon.

As a True Ancestor, even if I can't use magic, how could I forget my old skill of manipulating blood?

With her mind clear, Arcueid's next move was quite frightening. After piercing an enemy, she would extract all of their blood, sometimes transforming it into blood swords that pierced through the surrounding enemies; other times, it would transform into blood needles that pierced through the gaps in the Ursus soldiers' armor. Then, following the flow of blood throughout her body, when it reached organs such as the heart or brain, it would immediately trigger a blood explosion, shattering these organs to pieces.

With only Honeysuckle, one can only kill using pure skill in an unremarkable way, making one's efficiency far slower than others. But fortunately, because she provides guidance, most people have to revolve around her.

"It's much easier than I imagined. These soldiers are nothing like the Black Mist soldiers we trained with; they show no fear or panic whatsoever and always attack us with the highest efficiency." Honeysuckle couldn't help but think of this.

"Gentlemen, we're almost at the central camp. The real enemy is yet to come. They won't be as easily defeated as the soldiers we encountered on the outskirts. We must finish this quickly and decisively, without giving the commanders a chance to react. We must kill them all before they gather their more than 10,000 soldiers from the camp to surround us!" Wang Chong said.

"Albion, find out where those guys dressed so differently from the other soldiers are! Especially those who are bossing others around, find them all!" Wang Chong relayed the order to Albion, who was flying above with his wings spread, through the black mist. Upon hearing this, Albion immediately increased his altitude, dodging the incoming crossbow bolts while beginning to locate the men as requested by Wang Chong.

Albion quickly spotted Ulrich among the tightly packed army formations ahead, as he continuously relayed orders to the messenger, directing the soldiers to assemble towards the center. Both Ulrich's gesturing and his distinctive general-grade heavy armor, so different from the other soldiers, immediately identified him to Albion.