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

"Yes!" came the reply from the communicator, and then the communication was temporarily interrupted.

"General, there's also something strange about Boris's situation. Our men stormed the manor and found Boris dead. Meanwhile, the nobles, protected by Boris's guards, managed to escape through the rebels."

Stonoff frowned deeply and said, "I really can't figure out why Boris did this. Instead of escaping himself, he gave the chance to live to those nobles... Is there some secret we don't know about?"

“Don’t waste your brains on those unnecessary things… As long as we wipe out those lowly people, those newly rich will naturally not escape either.” Quan Duoer shook his head and then said.

……

Near the city walls, most of the defensive lines had already retreated inwards, and the city walls were not facing inwards. Once the troops of the entire Dor region stormed the city walls, they would have nowhere to retreat.

Now, most citizens have come down from the wall and gathered at the city gate. If it weren't for the need for the front line to withstand the pressure, they would have left long ago.

With constant rotations, almost every citizen has some kind of injury. The fact that they have been able to hold on until now without collapsing demonstrates their amazing willpower.

Of course, it could also be because they didn't want to be outdone by even a "young girl".

"We should go down now."

Valery looked to the far ends of the city walls on both sides and saw dark figures beginning to climb them and rush towards them.

“We can’t hold this place anymore. The entire Dor region’s forces are stronger and more numerous than ours. The fact that they are wary of us and have even deliberately set up a trap proves that our plan tonight is doomed to fail.”

"Okay. Let's go."

Early Dew nodded deeply, knowing that defeat was inevitable.

After arriving below with Valery and other commanders, he began to order the citizens to retreat in an orderly manner. From this moment on, the morale of the citizens gradually declined. No one could easily accept the loss of the city walls they had finally managed to capture and were now going to return them.

"Listen up, everyone! This operation is not without purpose. We have completely exposed the strength of the All-Dor forces! Many people came here with doubts: that our procession would fall apart at the slightest touch if we were slaughtered by the All-Dor forces."

"But what is the truth? No! On the contrary, we withstood the pressure and rescued our compatriots who were trapped in the ambush! Your courage and perseverance have forced them to fight back with all their might!"

"The entire army of Dor is not invincible, nor are we weak. What we lack right now is the support of the entire city, equipment, and combat experience."

"But in the ongoing struggle that follows, I firmly believe that more people will join us! We will pick up more weapons left behind by the enemy, and even manufacture our own weapons to arm ourselves! As for experience, needless to say—in our continuous battles with them, the gap between us and them is narrowing step by step!"

"Fellow countrymen of Chernobyl! As long as we persevere in our fight, victory will surely be ours!"

Early dew delivered her final motivational speech of the day, followed by the final instructions:

"If we were able to take this place once, we will conquer it again! Now, let's preserve every bit of our strength and escort every wounded soldier and our compatriot to safety!"

Her voice was hoarse but resolute, like the final drumbeat of war striking everyone's hearts. After a brief silence, the order was carried out resolutely.

Some people pounded their fists on the cold city wall bricks, swallowing their resentment; others quickly turned around, helped up their fallen comrades, and carried the wounded who could not move.

Some people gripped the captured weapons tightly, their rough fingers repeatedly wiping away the congealed blood and dust, their eyes resolute.

The citizens and police officers who had fought on the city walls, under the cover of Skadi and others, orderly withdrew from the city gates and retreated to the narrow alleys of the outer city.

The retreat was heavy, but not chaotic. Every time they looked back at the enemy torches gradually approaching the city walls, the vow to "conquer again" burned even more fiercely in their hearts.

They knew this was not the end, but the beginning of a long tug-of-war. Today's retreat was to preserve the burning embers, and one day, this will to return, stained with blood, tears, and rage, would ignite an even greater wave of resistance, until the banner of freedom was planted once more on those blood-stained walls.

Chapter 321: Lifting the City Wall

As the citizens, police, and several thousand private soldiers who had joined along the way slowly withdrew, the main force of Dor followed closely behind and arrived at the city wall. They set up their firearms, ready to unleash a barrage of fire on everything within a 500-meter radius.

Just then, a dragon's roar resounded in the sky, and several beams of fire shot down, continuing their barrage on the walls from several directions. It was Albion, who held air superiority, unleashing a devastating dragon-fire attack on those atop the city walls.

"boom!"

However, at that moment, the War Warlocks also targeted the aerial targets, unleashing a large number of Originium spells to track and strike Albion in the sky.

Although Albion's flight speed allowed her to evade their attacks, she couldn't immediately intervene unless she braved their magical attacks to launch a bombardment.

However, her purpose was only to draw the fire of those on the city wall so that the trio below could make adequate preparations.

Near the city gate on one side of the outer wall, Surtr stood guard, unleashing the full power of Levadin's Originium Arts, turning the entire gate passage into a path of flames.

The soldiers dared not step into the passage to pursue the civilians, and even some of the war sorcerers' spells and crossbow bolts were defeated by the enemy's scorching Originium Arts, melting completely.

Of course, this did not come without a price. Surtr herself was also enduring the high temperature, and her body could not withstand it for long.

Moreover, once the war sorcerers concentrate their forces to attack her, she will not be able to stop all the Originium spells and will eventually be defeated.

At that moment, her two teammates, Skadi and Specter, immediately sprang into action. They each ran 100 meters to the left or right of Surtr.

After determining their positions, the two took a deep breath, then twisted their bodies forcefully, dragging their heavy weapons and slamming them against the city wall.

"boom!!"

The entire city seemed to shake violently, as if the ground itself had trembled. The city wall, unable to withstand the force, shattered a section of over 400 meters long under the impact of the two men's attack, and collapsed backward.

"Go!" the three shouted at the same time, taking advantage of the chaos caused by the collapse of the city wall to retreat along with the other citizens.

Such a commotion not only shocked the suffering troops of the entire Dor region, but also left the dispersing civilians speechless.

The city wall they had painstakingly conquered has already collapsed?

"Fellow countrymen, the collapse of the city walls bought us all time to escape, which proves that we are the ones truly favored by fate! We are the ones walking on the right path!"

Zao Lu suddenly realized what was happening, rallied her spirits, and said, "Let's not let down this blessing from fate! For our final victory, let's run!"

Following Zao Lu's words, the group stopped investigating the specific reasons for the city wall's collapse and even believed them, accelerating their evacuation.

“Early Dew, if I’m not mistaken, the collapse of that city wall couldn’t be…” Winter asked softly.

"Yes, it was the work of the three teachers who taught me my skills and opened the passage." Zao Lu said with lingering fear, "But I didn't expect the three teachers to be so powerful."

"With this kind of strength, even taking out all the soldiers of Dor wouldn't be a problem, right?" At this moment, Lie Xia had returned to the team, his body covered in bruises.

But she didn't show any signs of pain, and her overall attitude was very optimistic.

"It's not that simple. Look, aren't those protective barriers in the distance? Those are defensive spells constructed by the spellcasting group. It's precisely because of those defensive spells that the seemingly intimidating city walls collapsed without causing too much damage to a large number of troops."

"Their losses were probably only the people standing on that section of the city wall and those heavy weapons."

"The reason why we were pushed back so quickly by the enemy, even with the help of those three, was because more and more of their warlocks were on the scene, making it difficult for us to resist. The power of warlocks is something that no equipment, weapon, or manpower can match."

Truth slowly said:

"The only way to catch up with these warlocks quickly is to contract Oripathy. Otherwise, only those with exceptional talent can learn and successfully use spells of this strength so quickly in such a short time."

Are you alright?

Just then, a greeting reached their ears, and the girls turned around to see Skadi and her friends.

“We’re fine, but Skadi-sensei and you… this is the first time I’ve seen you injured. Especially Surtr-sensei…”

Seeing the wounds on the three of them, Zao Lu couldn't help but remark. Especially Surtr's extensive burns, which were no less severe than Zao Lu's fatal injuries.

“It’s alright… With Ah Chong’s power sustaining it, these injuries will gradually heal over time,” Surtr shook his head and said.

Skadi and the others, as early special forces members, had already had Wang Chong's black mist power implanted in their bodies. This power would continuously repair their bodies until they returned to their original state.

"The enemy's numbers are considerable, especially after the warlocks have rallied, making it difficult to force a breakthrough."

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out from the side:

"This is why our Reunion Movement has always adhered to the strategy of avoiding the enemy's sharpest edge and conducting special operations, guerrilla warfare, and mountain warfare." (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the initial statement.)

"Only by dividing the Ursus forces, dispersing their strength in various places, preventing them from pooling their resources and leveraging the advantages of an army group's overwhelming force, can we defeat them one by one and gradually erode their strength."

"Teacher!" Zao Lu exclaimed in surprise. From the shadowy corner to the side emerged Wang Chong, Arcueid, and Albion.

"Take a good rest and don't move." Wang Chong raised his hand, and black mist surrounded the group, repairing their wounds.

“Winter, Truth, you and your men continue to evacuate towards the passage as instructed. Then leave through other passages so that the citizens can return to their homes. As for this area, it will probably become a battlefield. Do not let those citizens turn back and approach.”

Wang Chong looked at the other two and said.

"Good." Zhenli breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Wang Chong officially appear. This meant that the battle would be taken over by truly professional people, and they and the resisting citizens would be able to catch their breath tonight.

"Who is he? Why do you all seem to listen to him?" The only one who was still a little confused was Lie Xia, who had only joined not long ago, and looked very puzzled.

"I'll talk to you later, Liexia, we have to go now." Lin Dong pulled Liexia away, causing Liexia to fuss, "Hey! I'm still injured! Don't pull me like that... Ugh! My wound is healed, thank you, Black Mist Bro whom I don't know!"

Wang Chong withdrew his hand that had been lightly flicking away the black mist, paying little attention to the way Lie Xia addressed him. Instead, he looked at the people present and said:

"The next task is quite heavy. As for Zao Lu, you don't need to say much. The main force of the parade is now led by you. Although we are here tonight, the next period will be the most difficult, especially getting those who do not have much combat experience to cooperate with our Reunion Movement forces."

"Secondly, the plan to stop Chernobog's movement must continue. This time, I will personally take charge, and it must be completed by tomorrow."

Startled, Zao Lu quickly asked, "Why the rush?"

Wang Chong slowly said, "According to the latest intelligence from the Reunion Movement forces outside, there has been a change in the border troops of the two cities near Chernobog, with several thousand troops from each city leaving. And their target is the direction they are heading towards Chernobog."

"This means that once the core is controlled by Dor's forces, he will receive nearly 10,000 reinforcements. At that time, Chernobyl will probably be left alone and unable to fight against his forces."

Upon hearing these words, Zao Lu realized the seriousness of the situation and then asked, "What can I do?"

"You will work with Grandpa Herag to coordinate the command. The Infected and the Reunion Movement will follow Grandpa Herag's orders. What you need to do is, as the leader of the citizens, coordinate the anti-combat plan with Grandpa Herag."

Wang Chong said slowly, "I may be back soon tomorrow, or I may be delayed for a long time. In any case, during this period, I can only leave the affairs of Qiecheng to you."

Hearing Wang Chong's instructions, even Zao Lu, who had already led the citizens in resistance, couldn't help but feel a sense of pressure. But she still nodded solemnly and said, "I will do my best to complete it."

During the conversation, Wang Chong had already healed the wounds of Zao Lu and the others. At the same time, a commotion arose as the troops of Quan Duoer had rearranged their formation and cleared a path through the collapsed city wall, and were advancing towards the outer city.

"Phew... Let's get ready to fight. There's still a long night ahead... Don't worry, with me here, you can fight without restraint this time."

Wang Chong smiled and patted Zao Lu on the shoulder, then used the black mist to lead the group toward the lines set up by Helag.

Meanwhile, due to the significant time wasted due to the collapse of the city walls, the frontline commander, fearing punishment from the entire Dorgon, ordered that no effort be spared in rebuilding the city.

"Phew... Let's get ready to fight. There's still a long night ahead... Don't worry, with me here, you can fight without restraint this time."

Wang Chong smiled and patted Zao Lu on the shoulder, then used the black mist to lead the group toward the lines set up by Helag.

Meanwhile, due to the significant time wasted due to the collapse of the city walls, the frontline commander, fearing punishment from the entire Dorgon, ordered that no effort be spared in rebuilding the city.

Chapter 322: Clash

Night fell, and the outer streets of Chernobyl, thick with the lingering smell of gunpowder and blood, were shrouded in deathly silence and fear. Heavy iron boots pounded on the rubble, producing a chilling, drumbeat-like sound, like those from hell. (The last two lines are a poetic expression and don't directly relate to the preceding text.)

The soldiers, in groups of three, went to the suspicious houses and then roughly kicked open the closed doors. The light from their lanterns swept over every suspicious corner with a cold, scrutinizing gaze.

However, they did not find any human figures.

"This way! Search this area too! We can't overlook a single suspicious spot!"

"Don't let any suspicious person get away!"

The noise continued, but strangely, not a single soldier caught any suspicious civilians.

Commander Popov's lips were pressed tightly together, and the veins on the back of his hand gripping the communicator bulged. The search within a 500-meter radius had been fruitless, as if the rebels had simply vanished into the dark labyrinth.

“Useless! All of you are useless!” he growled in a low voice into the communicator in his hand, cold sweat beading on his forehead and sticking to the cold lining of his helmet.

"The general has arrived near the city walls and will be here soon! Do you want General Dor to see that we have gained nothing and that we are wandering around these ruins like headless flies?"

Popov knew very well that General Dor was ostensibly comforting the wounded soldiers, but in reality, he was giving him a final stretch of time to deal with everything.

You see, not only did he fail to keep the troops pinned down on the civilians and let the main target escape, but he also had to breach the city walls, almost resulting in heavy casualties among his soldiers. He couldn't even imagine how terrifying the rage beneath Quan Duo'er's cold eyes must have been when he learned of this.

Now, time, like a tightening noose, is urging him toward even more reckless choices.

"Pass on the order!" he roared, his voice distorted with urgency. "Forget about this 500-meter range! The enemy must have gone much further! Immediately expand the search area to one kilometer!"

"Search every street and alley, every suspected stronghold... inch by inch! Better to kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person escape! Move quickly!"

This order was like opening Pandora's box. The soldiers, eager to make a name for themselves and fearful of punishment, completely lost their patience and discipline, rushing into the deeper and wider streets like turbid torrents.

The previously orderly search by various units instantly descended into chaos. Lights and flames danced and flickered haphazardly across a wider area, dispelling the remaining shadows and exposing more ordinary homes to the slaughter.

Popov couldn't wait to hear the cries, pleas, shouts, and the sounds of things being smashed rise and fall, weaving together a nocturne of despair, so that his panic could be completely transferred to those innocent citizens.

However, apart from the soldiers' anxious shouts, no other sound was heard—a strange reaction that a good commander should have noticed, but Popov, who was too eager for quick success to think things through, didn't bother to think about it carefully.

And this is exactly what led them into the trap carefully set by the "hunter".

boom--!

The first explosion came extremely suddenly and violently! Flames shot up from the bottom of a seemingly ordinary street corner trash can, blowing three soldiers who were kicking open a house door in a fit of rage, along with the broken door, flying through the air. Their screams sounded particularly faint after the loud bang.

The explosion, carrying with it specially made shrapnel and Originium dust containing corrosive properties, instantly tore open terrible wounds in the human body.

This loud noise was like lighting a fuse—

Boom! Boom! Boom boom boom—!

A series of violent explosions erupted amidst the chaos of the soldiers!

Some were caused by stepping on hidden pedals; others were sent flying by pre-placed explosives behind the door the moment they broke in; and still others were detonated remotely!

The streets instantly transformed into a living hell. The firelight illuminated faces frozen in terror, and broken limbs, splattered blood, and agonizing screams filled the narrow streets. The air was thick with the stench of gunpowder, blood, and burnt flesh.