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

"Enemy attack! Take cover! Form ranks—!"

As experienced border troops, they instantly grasped the situation the moment the attack occurred. The squad leaders who were lucky enough to escape the attack were furious and tried to call for a reorganization of their troops.

But the ambushers' counterattack was faster and more deadly than their regrouping!

"For the freedom of our compatriots! For the future of Chernobyl!"

"Kill all the dogs in Dortmund!"

Angry shouts, like surging waves, burst forth from all directions—the dim alleyways, rooftops, and even the bombed-out houses! The iconic uniforms of the Reunion Movement peeked out from the leaping flames.

Meanwhile, the infected warlocks, who had been waiting in ambush, launched the first attack. Their Originium Arts might not have been as grand and orderly as those of the Imperial Warlocks, but in this chaotic urban warfare environment, they were even more unpredictable and difficult to defend against.

Meanwhile, the infected warlocks, who had been waiting in ambush, launched the first attack. Their Originium Arts might not have been as grand and orderly as those of the Imperial Warlocks, but in this chaotic urban warfare environment, they were even more unpredictable and difficult to defend against.

Sharp Originium crystal clusters suddenly emerged from the ground, piercing and pinning down the running soldiers; clumps of murky acid bombs crashed into the crowd, making a teeth-grinding sizzling sound, accompanied by the charred smoke of dissolving flesh and heart-wrenching screams.

Invisible sonic waves vibrated in the narrow space, making the soldiers dizzy and causing them to bleed from their ears and noses; there were also bizarre spells that manipulated earth and rocks, set clothes on fire out of thin air, and even briefly confused the senses... All sorts of curses that originally came from suffering and Oripathy were transformed into deadly scythes at this moment.

Meanwhile, ordinary rebel soldiers, armed with crude weapons and even shields, led by experienced warriors under Hrag, charged at the soldiers who were stunned by the explosions and spells.

Using their familiarity with the terrain and a sudden surge of courage, they formed small assault teams and fiercely cut into the scattered enemy ranks. A fierce close-quarters battle erupted instantly, the sounds of clashing swords, roars, and dying screams tearing through the night.

"Don't panic! Retreat to the main road immediately and form a defensive formation!! Warlocks, cast defensive spells to intercept their attacks!"

Commander Popov was terrified. He finally realized that he had let his troops walk into the heart of the encirclement without any warning.

Anger and panic spread rapidly among the soldiers, who were divided, ambushed, and completely unable to organize an effective counterattack.

Each explosion terrified them more, and each spell or arrow shot from the shadows precisely reaped lives.

The chaos lasted for nearly half an hour, and the cost was so heavy that Popov felt a chill run through him. When he finally managed to pull back the front line and gather some of the terrified remnants into the other troops that had still stepped into the enemy lines, the headcount almost made him faint.

At least a thousand soldiers perished in this chaotic yet efficient ambush, either blown to pieces or killed by magic and swords, in the area he had ordered a “full search.”

A thousand men were lost! That's almost a tenth of the pursuing force he led! Especially since they were almost caught up with by the enemy, which would have further increased their losses.

This is an atrocity! A complete disgrace!

He slumped behind the broken wall, his helmet lying to the side, his face covered in a mixture of smoke, blood, and desperate sweat.

At this moment, his fear had overcome his anger, but it was all too late. He could only pick up the communicator with trembling hands to report this terrible news to Quan Duoer.

"General...we...we were ambushed...the enemy was too...too strong, resulting in heavy losses..."

Just as he was giving his incoherent report, a heavy and suffocating voice came from behind.

The roar of the tank's engine grew louder as it approached, eventually coming to a stop. Popov looked back, his face growing even paler.

A figure stepped off the side of the tank that had stopped at the front. He walked slowly to Popov and stared at him coldly.

The other party was none other than Quan Duoer, who arrived late.

Chapter 323: Battle Between Two Armies

Alldor's hawk-like, icy gaze swept over the devastated battlefield, the charred corpses, the huddled wounded soldiers, and the limp, distraught Popov.

Finally, his gaze settled on the Reunion Movement flag, faintly visible in the darkness in the distance, and on the figure shrouded in darkness yet exuding boundless resilience.

Herag, he really did make a move. Looking at that familiar figure, Quan Duoer didn't know whether to feel joy or sorrow at this situation. (The last two lines are unrelated and appear to be random characters.)

However, the thought of his troops being so utterly defeated by those rabble caused a slight twitch in his facial muscles. There was no roar or insult, but the invisible anger and tyranny almost froze the air.

After a long pause, a deep voice, deep enough to silence the entire battlefield, rang out through the communicator, its metallic quality clearly piercing the darkness:

"How utterly incompetent!" These four words struck the hearts of all the border soldiers like a heavy hammer.

Immediately afterwards, that emotionless voice continued to issue orders, containing overwhelming killing intent and an iron will:

"From this moment on, command of the battlefield is transferred to me. Popov, keep a close watch on your lines. If you let another traitor escape, you'll pay with your head!"

"The rest of the troops—reorganize on the spot! Vanguard becomes rear guard, Hundred Battles Vanguard Regiment advances, War Mage Regiment immediately deploys Originium Arts Matrix!"

"Follow me—crush those rats hiding in the sewers! Especially that old bone who thinks he can still defy the Empire's military might!"

With Dor's cold and clear orders, the various units of the border army seemed to have found their backbone, and the panic subsided.

They began to execute orders with great efficiency. The remaining soldiers built defenses using the cover, while Popov, who had been reprimanded, scrambled to gather the remaining troops like a stray dog ​​that had been whipped.

Meanwhile, the most elite vanguard regiment of the border army silently and orderly advanced to the forefront of the line, their long-range crossbows and bayonets gleaming coldly in the searchlights of the tanks behind them.

Immediately following, the war sorcerers wearing spellcasting units began to chant in place, and the massive Originium energy in the air began to surge and gather, constructing invisible magical shields on each soldier, while simultaneously brewing a deadly ranged attack.

With Dor personally present at the front lines, he knew this time that his opponent was the experienced and highly skilled former Ursus veteran, Hrag, whom he could no longer afford to treat with disrespect. The recent rout was the best proof of that.

The night sky in this corner of the outer city was divided by the bright lights of the chariots, the glow of the Originium stones about to be activated, and the lingering bloody smoke. After the brief clamor of slaughter, came the deathly silence before an even heavier and deadlier storm.

Herag stood on a high, dilapidated building platform, his white hair fluttering slightly in the night wind. His deep gaze pierced through the darkness, precisely locking onto the Imperial General standing at the core of the light.

The fateful showdown between two generations of Ursus soldiers is about to take place in the most brutal way on this ruin soaked in blood and flesh.

"The vanguard of the central army will advance slowly, releasing the Rift Beasts to track the enemy's movements. Archers and artillery units, prepare to fire. The sorcerer corps will mark the firing range based on the locations where the Rift Beasts have died, guiding the archers and artillery units to engage!"

"The heavy guards on both flanks are advancing slowly to encircle us from the side. The ultimate target is the nearest underground passage, through which those rebels are probably escaping."

"Finally, there are the motorized units and scouts. You need to use the battlefields explored by the left and right flank guards as a benchmark to see if you can take the longest route to bypass this battlefield and go to the entrances and exits of the underground passages in the city to find out which exits those rebels used to escape."

"If we can reach the destination successfully, we will deal with those traitors after the battle here is over. If it is not possible, we will assist the guards in scouting the battlefield."

Following the orders issued by the entire Dortmund, the border troops began to operate rapidly, like a highly efficient war machine.

Quan Duoer immediately saw through the enemy's intention to target them and quickly wipe out the civilians, forcing them into street fighting and thus depriving his troops of their greatest advantage in formation warfare.

Dortmund's strategic adjustment was quite simple: its strategic goal was no longer to focus on the citizens, but to entrust them to motorized convoys and scouts to search for clues, and to do whatever it took to get them to work.

For Quan Duoer, those citizens were dispensable, their fighting power negligible. On the contrary, now that he could lure out the forces of the underground city that posed the greatest threat to his rule over Chernobyl, it perfectly fulfilled his plan to eliminate all obstacles.

For Quan Duoer, those citizens were dispensable, their fighting power negligible. On the contrary, now that he could lure out the forces of the underground city that posed the greatest threat to his rule over Chernobyl, it perfectly fulfilled his plan to eliminate all obstacles.

Even though this was only his first encounter with the underground shopping district, he was prepared for a decisive battle.

The first battle is the decisive battle; one battle will decide the fate of the world!

……

"All of Dortmund has arrived."

When Herag on the platform noticed the enemy formation shifting, he immediately deduced that the army's true commander had arrived on the battlefield. He squinted, clearly recognizing the figure in the distance who had once appeared humble yet dignified.

Helag did not underestimate this young general in the slightest. Having guarded the border for so many years and emerged as the biggest apparent winner amidst the chaos of Chernobog, he was undoubtedly a true powerhouse, both as a general and as a strategist.

"Issue the order that all troops set up traps to lure and kill the Rift Beasts in place. After the traps are set up, all troops shall retreat 100 meters. Once the enemy's fire coverage ends, decide whether to engage the enemy or continue to retreat, depending on the situation."

"If the enemy releases Rift Beasts again, repeat the above procedure. If they stop releasing Rift Beasts and instead order the Hundred Battles Vanguard Regiment to advance, then everyone should prepare to engage the enemy."

"When most of the Hundred Battles Vanguard Regiment advanced to within about 20 meters of us, the Reunion Movement's Infection Mage Corps and Crossbowmen immediately launched a barrage. After one round of attacks, the troops retreated another 100 meters to engage in attrition warfare."

"Let this border general see the results of your training and prove that we are not only good at urban warfare."

As a veteran who had served for many years, Hrag was well-versed in the ways of army group operations, so his tactics were entirely designed as mobile warfare to counter the offensive rhythm of the entire Dortmund.

This command seems simple, but the real difficulty lies in whether the troops can obey orders without question. If Hrag had been commanding the previous civilian militia, he probably wouldn't have been able to accomplish anything without resources.

Fortunately, the people in the underground city had been preparing for this final battle and were already very familiar with Hrag's orders, so they were able to accurately grasp the timing and rhythm of execution.

"Boom boom boom!!"

Deafening explosions rang out one after another. After the trap eliminated the Rift Beast, the artillery units under Quan Duo'er's command immediately unleashed artillery fire on the large area surrounding the Rift Beast's corpse.

However, this seemingly fierce and spectacular barrage of fire from all over the land failed to inflict any substantial damage on the infected forces under Hrag's command. Hrag's prediction of the fire's range was extremely accurate, allowing him to effectively avoid its harm.

After three rounds of releasing the Rift Beasts, the Hundred Battles Vanguard Regiment finally advanced into the battlefield. This was perhaps because the Rift Beast reserves were about to run out, or perhaps the enemy was confident that a 300-meter range of firepower would be enough to annihilate most of their forces.

Thus began the real war of attrition between the two sides.

As the metal boots of the Hundred Battles Vanguard Regiment pounded through scorched earth and bloodstains, their orderly advance rumbling like thunder across the battlefield. Just as they were about to make contact with the infected troops, a cold glint flashed in Hrag's eyes, and he waved his hand to give the order.

Suddenly, the Originium glow amplified at the tips of the infected warlocks' staffs, and the long-awaited crossbowmen simultaneously pulled their triggers—

"Firepower coverage!"

A short, sharp roar ripped through the deathly silence.

Dark purple Originium bombs mixed with poisoned crossbow bolts rained down on the vanguard regiment's forwards, who were only twenty meters from the front line!

The dull thud of metal tearing through flesh mingled with the cracking sounds of shields shattering, and crimson blood mist billowed and spread under the searchlights. The charge stalled.

Herag raised his hand and slashed down: "Retreat!"

The Reunion Movement soldiers retreated rapidly for 100 meters like the receding tide, and their formation changed without the slightest sign of chaos.

Quan Duoer stood on the roof of the tank, observing the battle situation through night vision binoculars. Looking at the current state of the battle, his knuckles turned white from gripping the metal so tightly.

Chapter 324: The Black Mist Descends

Quan Duoer hadn't expected that his three rounds of firepower wouldn't even touch the hem of the enemy's clothes. He had underestimated this veteran... no, more accurately, he had underestimated the troops led by Hrag.

He originally thought that the infected troops he was facing could at most rely on their ability to use Originium Arts to effectively kill his troops, and their military quality would not be much better than those "rabble" civilian resistance teams.

Otherwise, the other side wouldn't have initially adopted the strategy of luring them into street fighting.

However, the actual effect of the three rounds of fire coverage undoubtedly taught Dort a lesson, making him realize that he must treat these infected troops as normal enemy forces.

"The potential of these infected is truly astonishing. No wonder the Imperial Council has repeatedly suppressed the status of the infected in recent years. No wonder the Integrative Bandits have grown to such a great size."

Quan Duoer felt a bit of pressure, but fortunately, the greater the pressure, the more his true strength could be brought out.

"Ha, trying to trade space for tactical advantage? I'd like to see just how far you can retreat, confined to this mobile city!"

Faced with this setback, Quan Duoer took a deep breath, calmed down, and continued to lead the vanguard of a hundred battles.

He also grasped the enemy's current position and distance. They were only 500 meters away from the first underground passage entrance. Once he advanced to that distance, the enemy would have nowhere to retreat and would have no choice but to engage in hand-to-hand combat with his veteran vanguard regiment.

"Bang bang bang!"

Listen, the sharp sound of crossbow bolts piercing the air can be heard; clearly, the enemy has chosen to engage in direct combat.

"Very well, let's see just how strong this infected unit really is."

Listening to the reports from the front lines, Quan Duoer began to direct the sorcerer regiment to follow up, while the logistics troops were continuously bringing various military equipment to the front lines.

In addition, various defensive lines were set up around the entire area to block the attack. At the same time, a row of crossbowmen were ready, watching the sky.

He had not forgotten those five ruthless warriors who had fought on the battlefield. To prevent them from charging into the fray and threatening his life, he had made special preparations to ambush them.

And it wasn't until today that he realized the mastermind behind rescuing those nouveau riche that night was not Boris's elite, but people from the underground.

Quan Duoer fully realized that the other party was also using him to eliminate the new elite forces and make him take the blame.

The newly rich they rescued will undoubtedly be grateful for these people's kindness. Once Chernobog is controlled by the Underground Street gang, they will be able to get the support of the forces behind these newly rich.

"Ha, you want to replace me and step over me to return to the political arena of Ursus? Then let's see who will be the final victor in the Battle of Chernobog!"

Quan Duoer sneered and said.

……

"Boom boom boom!!"

"These spell shields are incredibly tough, (Ursus swears)! I've bombarded them with Originium Grenade so many times and they've barely broken through."

Bonebreaker (Alex), wielding a grenade launcher, and his squad begin a long-range attack on the Vanguard.

Although the initial attack was very effective, hindering the momentum of the vanguard, they soon found that their spells were having little effect on the magical shields.

"Our equipment and strength are ultimately inferior to theirs... It's already difficult enough to successfully maneuver against them in mobile warfare. I'm afraid only monsters like Skadi and the others could overpower them."

Lyudmila came to Alex's side and whispered:

"Alright, the enemy is close enough; they're planning to engage us in melee combat. I'll now unleash a smoke Originium Arts technique to conceal your presence!"

"Then let's do it—draw the central army's firepower over here and create an opportunity for our ace this time!" Upon hearing this, a hint of excitement flashed in Alex's eyes.

As the sound of iron boots drew near, the seasoned veterans, wielding bayonets, stepped into the area where the infected troops were located.

"superior!!"

A sound rang out, and several infected suddenly emerged from the corner, instantly casting Originium spells to bombard the vanguard.

Seeing this, the veterans charged forward despite the heavy fire, their magical shields completely ignoring the spells of the "weak" infected, knowing that once they got close, they could slaughter them all with their military daggers.

"retreat!"

Seeing that the spells had no effect on the vanguard's magical shields, the people immediately began to flee.

"Hmph! Trying to escape?" One of the fastest vanguards threw his military dagger, hitting a slower infected person in the head with precision, killing him instantly. The other vanguards then took out the crossbows hanging at their waists and fired at the fleeing people.

A few infected individuals fell sporadically, while the others continued to flee deeper into the territory. The vanguard, however, clearly wouldn't let this opportunity pass and continued to advance.