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

"Hahahaha—this is the roar of my soul, forged from hatred. Roar, my wrath!!"

Chapter 75 Wang Chong: It's my turn to act.

"Hahahaha—this is the roar of my soul, forged from hatred. Roar, my wrath!!"

A loud female laugh echoed from the sky, followed by even more pillars of fire shooting upwards, directly separating Iskandar's Macedonian legions from Mordred and other heroic spirits. Iskandar instantly felt a sense of crisis and immediately reined in his horse, bringing it to a halt.

Five meters in front of him, the ground cracked, and three huge black spears shot out from the ground, piercing through several soldiers and hanging high above. If Iskandar had been slightly careless, he would have suffered the same fate.

"Halt!" Iskandar commanded, and the legion halted in unison. Seeing the massive, ever-rising pillar of fire, which had instantly claimed hundreds of his vanguard, Iskandar's resolve hardened. He then looked towards the sky, towards the source of the sound, and roared:

"Who goes there!?"

"Oh, I think I just heard someone cursing something... a coward afraid to show his face? Hahahaha, there are so many overconfident people in this world. But since they've already cursed me, I'm not going to be nice. Pay the price with your blood and feel this rage! Hahahaha!"

The woman's almost maniacal laughter rang out from the sky again, and at that moment, countless dark figures began to slowly appear from the sky.

"This...this is!? A dragon species!? A wyvern! My God! How can there be so many wyverns!" Webber exclaimed in astonishment after seeing the full extent of the dark figures in the sky.

At that moment, everyone saw the source of the voice. On the foremost bipedal dragon stood a figure clad in black armor, with flowing white hair, holding a banner in his left hand and a black sword in his right, gazing down from the dragon's back. Undoubtedly, this person also exuded the aura of a Servant; he was also a Servant.

However, her face seemed to be covered by a mask, and no one could see what was behind her... except for one person.

At this moment, Jeanne's eyes widened in disbelief. When she saw the new Servant's stats, especially the line of his true name, Jeanne felt that her worldview and beliefs had been shaken.

"How could this be... how is this possible?" Joan of Arc murmured to herself.

"Ding—Congratulations to the host for your Servant Jeanne d'Arc [Alter] (Black Jeanne d'Arc) causing Jeanne d'Arc's beliefs to be shaken and making her question the meaning of life. After conversion, you are awarded 200 Villain Points. Congratulations to the host for your Servant Jeanne d'Arc (Black Jeanne d'Arc) for intimidating everyone present except your own side with her strength. After conversion, you are awarded 3000 Villain Points. Your current Villain Points are 5840." The system notification sounded.

"Wait! Why is Jeanne Alter's intimidation 3000? Not 300? Are you sure you didn't add an extra zero?" Wang Chong exclaimed in surprise.

“Host… I was worried you’d think I didn’t give you enough.”

"Huh? You didn't give me enough? Did you somehow undercalculate a zero before, Mordred?!"

"I really admire your comprehension, host... Host, the reason Jeanne Alter's intimidation has such an effect is because of the number of people present. Those guys created by the King of Conquerors are all counted as heads," the system complained.

"Holy crap, so they were all included too? Wait! There are tens of thousands of them! How come you only gave them 3000!"

"Hmm, that's more like it, a familiar host. First, the legion isn't so easily intimidated; their morale is very high, and only a small portion of them are truly intimidated. Second, although they count heads, the villain rating they give is relatively low, and for this kind of legion, villain points are calculated in a different way," the system explained.

"Alright, alright, what's the point of explaining so much? You never tell me the real calculation method anyway, so in reality, you just give me whatever you want. In short: give me more villain points in the future, and give me more surprises like this, understand what I mean?" Wang Chong said irritably.

"Yes, yes," the system replied, bowing and scraping.

Meanwhile, Iskandar and Jeanne d'Arc Alter were positioned one above and the other below, air versus ground. The Macedonian phalanx no longer had that advantage and was instead being suppressed by the firepower of the wyverns led by Jeanne d'Arc Alter. Although there were only a few hundred wyverns and many powerful heroic warriors under their command, most of their soldiers were unable to withstand those flying beasts.

In addition... that Servant who also possesses immense power and a wide-range anti-military Noble Phantasm, along with Mordred, will make dealing with those two forces quite troublesome.

"Newly appeared Heroic Spirit, may I ask your name? I, the Conqueror King Iskandar, am immensely pleased to clash with such a powerful being as you. Hahahaha." However, this only fueled Iskandar's fighting spirit. He burst into laughter, then pointed his sword at Jeanne d'Arc Alter in the sky and said.

"Want to know my name? Hahaha, why would I tell a dead man who angered me? Come on, let me see if your massive army can withstand the wrath of the Avenger! And you lot, don't just stand there watching, come on! Let's burn them to ashes together!!"

Without a word, Jeanne Alter launched her attack. In an instant, the wyverns spewed flames, while Mordred and her two companions jumped onto three of the wyverns that flew towards them, using their aerial advantage to engage Iskandar's army in battle.

Only Artoria stood still at a distance. The soldiers were blocked and could not reach her location. This battle was no longer related to her.

"Hahahaha! So strong, so incredibly strong!" Watching the witch wielding the dragon in the sky, relentlessly unleashing flames from her sword to cleanse his troops, Iskandar felt no anger. Instead, his fighting spirit reached its peak. He roared, "All warriors! The enemy consists of seasoned heroes, historical figures renowned for their battles! Invincible warriors! Enough to force us to unleash our full power! Come! Show these heroic spirits our overwhelming might!"

"Ah ...

"Roar!!!!"

Iskandar roared in battle, and the warriors howled as they charged toward the enemy. No matter the pillars of fire, the blinding silver light, the arrows, the scythe of death, or even the unreachable dragons, they would burn themselves out in the battle, until their very last breath!

……

After the initial charge, less than one percent of the Conqueror's army remained; the rest were mostly the strongest warriors in the legion. Meanwhile, Mordred and Medusa, both melee fighters, sustained minor injuries, while the ranged attackers Euryale and Jeanne Alter suffered little damage.

However, apart from the ones under Jeanne Alter and the others, the other wyverns were still managed to be killed by the warriors who seized the opportunity, threw their spears, and killed them. It must be said that these fearless warriors are truly admirable.

The remaining hundred warriors protected Iskandar, the Conqueror King. However, Iskandar understood the situation. He had used his full strength, but ultimately he was no match for the four Servants, especially powerful warriors like Jeanne Alter and Mordred, who were in no way inferior to him. Rather, to achieve such a brilliant victory against four opponents truly befits the Conqueror King who conquers all.

"Hahahaha, tonight I'm able to fight against so many powerful figures and witness so many dazzling contests. This is the charm of the Holy Grail War! Hahahaha!" Even though he was defeated, the King of Conquerors still laughed heartily, causing the four people who were his enemies to begin to have a new understanding of him.

"Come! Fight to the very end! Witness the victor of this war!" With that, Iskandar was about to launch another charge! Even knowing defeat was inevitable, he would continue to uphold his kingly and domineering ways, embarking on his journey of conquest!

“What a magnificent king. But only death can bestow upon him the greatest respect.” Mordred said this, but she knew in her heart that this king would not fall today.

Not only did she know this, but the other three also knew it.

"Alright, Conqueror King. I'm truly sorry to have interrupted your fun. However, there's no need to charge to your death anymore. The Holy Grail War is far from over, and an opponent like you shouldn't be eliminated so easily." At this moment, a voice rang out from behind Iskandar, who was about to charge.

Then, Wang Chong slowly left Joan of Arc's side and walked step by step toward Iskandar's figure.

"The Ruined King...aren't you already...?" Iskandar asked in surprise, seeing that the other party still seemed to want to fight.

"Ah, as you can see, both I and my Master have recovered somewhat over this long period of time. Leave the rest to me. I still have some grudges with the other party, and there are some scores to settle." Wang Chong pointed to the wound on his chest that had almost healed and said slowly.

Chapter Seventy-Six: The Emperor's Decree Has Been Made

Let's go back to the moment when Jeanne Alter first appeared.

Wang Chong hadn't originally planned to act so hastily and wanted to delay a bit longer. But who knew that Jeanne d'Arc's reaction upon seeing Black Jeanne d'Arc was so extreme? She had already directly targeted the other party in this Holy Grail War incident, intending to no longer conceal her identity and prepare to take down Black Jeanne d'Arc directly.

Fortunately, Wang Chong was paying close attention to Joan of Arc's condition and promptly noticed her thoughts, thus stopping her in time.

“Jeanne, I don’t know why you were so excited when you saw that masked servant, but we are not in a good position right now. Even if you make a rash move and defeat him, you may not be able to keep him alive.”

"Moreover, the mastermind behind this Holy Grail War should be their Masters, not these Servants. Those heretical Masters have grand schemes, and we must plan carefully before acting. This is only the first night of the Holy Grail War, so you should conserve your power and Noble Phantasm and not expose them. Leave this situation to me. Don't worry, these Servants will be fine tonight."

After hearing Wang Chong's words, Joan of Arc finally calmed down and didn't immediately don her spirit robes and begin fighting. However, seeing Wang Chong preparing to act, she still carefully gave him some advice:

“You must be careful… that woman. You haven’t seen her true name or Noble Phantasm, so you don’t know why I’ve listed her as the most dangerous Heroic Spirit.” After Jeanne finished speaking, she hesitated for only a moment before saying, “That Heroic Spirit… she could very well be another version of myself.”

"...Really?" Wang Chong asked earnestly, barely managing to keep his composure.

“Indeed… However, she is not a Ruler-class Servant, so some privileges cannot be used on other Servants. But you just witnessed her immense strength. I will tell you everything I know. After all, I have confirmed that she is definitely an Another Servant.” Jeanne then told Wang Chong about all of Jeanne Alter’s skills, abilities, and even her Noble Phantasm.

"True name detection... This kind of Ruler-exclusive privilege is really insane. No wonder she can become the referee in the Holy Grail War. Only certain Servants who can change their own stats or have Noble Phantasms that can conceal their stats can escape Jeanne's detection." Wang Chong thought to himself after hearing this.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Although I can't take down all these heretical Servants tonight, I can still manage to drive them away." After saying this, Wang Chong stepped forward after seeing that both sides were fighting and there were not many people left.

“Sigh… I’m always troubling Wang Chongjun. But Wang Chongjun is right, the person behind it all has grand ambitions. I need to use some of my strength at the most crucial moment. Right now, Wang Chongjun is the visible sword and shield. He will inevitably reveal a corner of the enemy’s conspiracy in the confrontation.” Joan of Arc thought so firmly.

Time then returned to the present, where Wang Chong walked beside Iskandar and began to confront Mordred and his group in front of him.

“Hey, the one in red, is your name Mordred? Do you remember that battle we had in the wilderness earlier today, the scene of us fleeing in disarray?” Wang Chong said directly to Mordred.

Upon hearing this, everyone present seemed to be deep in thought, especially Iskandar, who directly said, "Hahaha, so the two Servants who started fighting during the day a few days ago were actually the King of Ruin and this Saber Mordred. It's a pity I arrived a step too late, otherwise I could have already experienced the prowess of the two of you."

"Huh!? Last time, my Master just retreated because the commotion was too loud and he was worried about attracting unnecessary attention. Did you really think you could defeat me?" Mordred said disdainfully.

"You should have already witnessed my Noble Phantasm. That's my true Noble Phantasm. What I used last time was just a decoy. Not to mention that you're already a candle in the wind, weak and feeble. Even if you had all the strength you had when you fought that golden guy, you might not be able to withstand this sword strike!"

"I spared your life just now so I could avenge the humiliation I suffered after you recovered your full strength. Now that you've come seeking death, I don't need them; I'll kill you alone!" Mordred said, gripping her Noble Phantasm tightly. Her fury clearly revealed the deep-seated grudge between them.

"Xiao Mo, you're pretty good. Your acting is actually quite impressive," Wang Chong muttered to himself.

"No, Master, what you just said was really infuriating. What do you mean by 'fleeing in defeat'? It makes me want to beat you up." However, it was Mordred's voice, filled with gritted teeth, that came through.

"Huh?" Wang Chong exclaimed in disbelief. He had thought the other person was acting, but it turned out the other person was just being themselves.

But regardless, the show continued, and Wang Chong slowly said, "Oh? So you thought that was the release of my Noble Phantasm before?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" Mordred was also taken aback by this question. Could it be that his Master was holding back when fighting him? Well, that makes sense. After all, his Master was incredibly powerful. Who would support six Servants at once? It was just too outrageous.

"I'm laying my cards on the table, I'm not pretending anymore." Wang Chong grinned crookedly, and in the next moment, an unimaginable aura of pressure erupted from his entire body. Countless streams of white fluorescent light flowed into Wang Chong's body. Then, the massive black aura once again spread around Wang Chong, but this time, the density of the black aura far exceeded anything anyone had ever seen before.

"Conqueror King, what I'm about to do might be a little unfair to your fallen brothers, so I'm letting you know first. After all, this is our only way to turn the tide," Wang Chong said to Iskandar, who was beside him and felt the power most deeply.

"Hahahaha, since the Ruined King thinks highly of my dead brothers, do whatever you want! I also want to see what other tricks you have up your sleeve." Iskandar seemed to have thought of something, and thus looked on with anticipation.

"Hmm." Without saying much, Wang Chong continued to spread the black mist, and soon, a lot of noisy sounds came from within the black mist.

"Roar!!!" A furious roar resounded, causing all the Heroic Spirits present to feel a sense of oppression. Jeanne d'Arc Alter, flying in the air, frowned, thinking to herself, "When did my Master acquire such power? But then again... the entire Fuyuki Greater Grail is his now, what can't he do? Hahaha, I'm more looking forward to seeing what kind of expression Jeanne will have when she learns the truth."

"This is……"

The army of thousands of white ghosts, shrouded in a thick, dark mist, was terrifying. Among them were three particularly large ghosts, which hovered and menacingly stared at Mordred and his companions. In addition to the humanoid ghosts, hundreds of ghost dragons coiled in the sky.

Mordred's pupils contracted slightly. She had seen her Master throw those ghosts at the King of Heroes' Noble Phantasm before, but she clearly saw that her Master's ghosts should have been exhausted. Where did she find so many ghosts?

"So that's how it is, the Ruined King. You actually managed to make the dead serve you again. Are you borrowing troops from me? Huh? Hahahaha." Iskandar's insight was still extraordinary. He could tell at a glance where these wraiths came from. After all, he could clearly feel the aura and connection of his warriors who had fought alongside him through thick and thin from those wraiths.

Iskandar didn't blame Wang Chong for turning his warriors into ghosts. After all, they were already dead spirits, and now they were simply reappearing before him in a different form. Besides, Wang Chong had already informed him.

“Indeed, this is my trump card: [The Emperor's Decree is Decided]. Under heaven, all land belongs to the Emperor; on the shores of the earth, all people are his subjects. My men, even after their deaths, will fight for me and raze hell to the ground,” Wang Chong said slowly.

"Now, everyone, do you still wish to continue this battle? Don't blame me for not warning you, after being empowered by my Noble Phantasm, those fallen bastards will not only not weaken in combat, but will actually become stronger. The dragons you brought are almost entirely exhausted, but on our side, whether on the ground or in the sky, we will no longer be suppressed by you as before, and our strength has increased to a whole level. Are you sure the first battle of the Holy Grail War should be our final battle?"

Chapter Seventy-Seven: The First Battle Ends

"Hahaha, why not? The first battle is the decisive battle, it doesn't sound bad. And I'm really looking forward to seeing if your ghosts can withstand my burning flames." Jeanne Alter continued to laugh exaggeratedly.

"Jeanne d'Arc Alter, your performance is a bit over the top... I know you're very satisfied and excited with Jeanne d'Arc Alter's expression, but can you control your emotions? You look rather silly right now." Wang Chong's telepathic message suddenly reached Jeanne d'Arc Alter's ears.

"Huh? What? What? I was trying so hard to hold back my laughter, okay? Shouldn't you praise me? And what do you mean by 'silly'? I'm crazy, you know~ crazy! Or should I get a few bishops to perform a medley for you?" Jeanne Alter grumbled and sent a disgruntled telepathic message.

"Stop torturing that bastard Pierre. Send him to hell to be slowly simmered into soup. There's no need to whip his corpse every day; it's bad luck."

"Hmph, fine, I'll do as you say... So, what's the next step?"

“It’s time to end this. We’ve made enough noise, and we’ve pretty much achieved our goal for today. After a few more rounds of fighting, let’s retreat,” Wang Chong said.

This statement was not only made to Jeanne Alter, but also to her other Servants.

"Since that's the case, then let's fight!" From the perspective of the others, facing the provocation of the female servant in black armor, Wang Chong immediately engaged in battle, leading the ghost army that had been transformed from the Conqueror King's legion to fight against his own servants.

Acting shouldn't be too fake; seven parts truth and three parts falsehood are needed to create a convincing illusion. Mordred, Jeanne d'Arc Alter, and others decimated many of Wang Chong's ghostly troops until Jeanne d'Arc Alter unleashed her Noble Phantasm once more, and Mordred unleashed her fully charged Noble Phantasm attack, wiping out a quarter of Wang Chong's ghostly army. Only then did the fighting cease.

"Hmph, our Masters have ordered that tonight's fighting end here. Remove the Reality Marble and we'll retreat," Jeanne Alter shouted.

“I told you to leave before, but you wouldn’t. Now that we’ve fought this far, you feel like you can’t win, so you want to run away? That makes no sense,” Wang Chong said coldly, plunging the Broken King Sword into the ground.

"Can't beat us? If we fight to the death, the outcome is uncertain. Besides, we still have Caster and Rider yet to appear. Do you really think you can hold us back with just a bunch of guys?" Little Medusa retorted shrewdly. "Either let us go, or we're not afraid to fight to the death. We'll do as you say, make the first battle the decisive one. Once we kill you, the rest will be dealt with one by one."

"Are they actually joining forces to eliminate one Servant after another?" Iskandar sensed something unusual and began to ponder.

"What do you think, Conqueror King?" Wang Chong asked.

"That's enough for now. Tonight has been more than enough. Besides, there are some things I really need to sort out and figure out back at the time." Iskandar shook his head, deciding not to stubbornly continue the fight, and began to withdraw his Reality Barrier. It seems the King of Conquerors isn't just someone who blindly charges forward.

"Then so be it." Wang Chong absorbed all the black mist and ghostly spirits into his body, his heart already brimming with joy: "This is truly a windfall! The remnants of the souls of the tens of thousands of heroic spirits after the Great Emperor's death have actually been turned into ghostly spirits by my 'Decree of the Sovereign.' Having tens of thousands of ghostly spirits at once, and of such high quality, undoubtedly greatly enhances my strength. I just wonder if such an opportunity will come a few more times. Will those heroic spirits respawn when the Great Emperor uses his treasure again?"

"Conqueror King, Ruin King, and Knight King. Next time we meet, you won't be so lucky. Wash your necks and wait, hahahahaha!" Jeanne Alter let out a hearty laugh, riding her wyvern and disappearing into the night. The Gorgon sisters didn't leave with anything to say either, simply riding away on their dragons.

"Hmph! The Ruined King, is it? You'll remember this, you've been given a second chance at life today." Mordred left these words and prepared to fly away, but before leaving, she turned back to look at Artoria, who was walking towards Irisviel. It was unclear what she was thinking, but in the end, she flew away anyway.

As the first night of the Holy Grail War came to an end, Wang Chong was somewhat moved. He then waved his hand at Waver and Irisviel, dispelling the black mist around them.

"Thank you, Broken King." Irisviel politely thanked Wang Chong. Wang Chong waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing.

“Thanks to you today, Your Excellency, the Ruined King.” Iskandar extended his hand and said with a smile.

“You too, Conqueror King.” Wang Chong shook hands with the other without any politeness. The two were not nearly as tense as when they first met. Instead, they were like two very good friends.

"Let's go, kid." The Conqueror King pulled the wailing Waver back into the chariot, waved, and said, "Well then, everyone, it'll be a while before we part ways. Next time we meet, make me really fired up! Hahahaha, we'll take our leave now. Ara la la la!!" The Conqueror King Iskandar, driving his chariot, streaked with lightning, also disappeared into the night.

All that's left on this field are Wang Chong and Jeanne d'Arc, the imposter Caster duo, and Irisviel and Artoria, the Saber duo.

“Caster.” At this moment, Jeanne d’Arc also ran over. Wang Chong patted Jeanne d’Arc on the shoulder, seemingly to encourage her, and then said to the Saber group, “This is my Master, Leticia. She is still a bit immature and was unintentionally drawn into this Holy Grail War. Therefore, I am the one who takes care of everything, big and small.”

"Is that so?" Irisviel noted down the name, intending to have Kiritsugu investigate it thoroughly when she got back... However, the other person had saved her life, and she felt a pang of conscience about having to investigate them. Besides, the shooting earlier might very well have been related to Kiritsugu. Was it really right for her to treat her savior this way?

However, unlike Irisviel's unease, Artoria seemed to have sensed something and said, "Ruined King, you've lingered here. Is there something you want to say?"

“Indeed, I would like to extend an invitation to both of you,” Wang Chong said slowly.

"An invitation?" Both of them frowned slightly upon hearing this, unsure of the other's meaning.

"Don't worry, I mean no harm. It's even okay if you don't agree now." With that, Wang Chong handed a card to Artoria. Since she was holding the sword in her right hand, Artoria instinctively tried to take it with her left. However, the stinging sensation reminded her that her left hand was cursed by Diarmuid's Yellow Rose, so she had no choice but to put the holy sword away and grab the card with her right hand.

"This is……"

"This is the meeting place for tomorrow, a guest room in an ordinary Chinese restaurant. I sincerely invite you both to come. I can give you some information that you'd like to know... such as news about those strange extra Servants who appeared before. I believe you won't refuse this information."

After Wang Chong finished speaking, he turned around and led Joan of Arc back, leaving behind the words: "Consider this an opportunity I'm giving you. Whether you come or not is entirely up to you."

……

"Wang Chongjun, are you planning to win over the Saber group?" Jeanne asked.