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

In the dead of night, when all should have been quiet, the first metallic clang suddenly shattered the stillness, followed by the deafening roar of exploding Originium that shook the entire city!

Uneasy whispers and terrified screams instantly filled the streets, but these faint "voices" were quickly and mercilessly swallowed up by the roar of iron and fire. On this sleepless night, war once again brutally tore open the wounds of Chernobyl.

"Reload! Cover!"

From the high vantage point of the building, the gunners once again used the etched bullets provided by Wang Chong. As long as the reload speed was maintained, even if the civilians could not use Originium Arts, the firepower they unleashed would still be extremely lethal.

They had a clear division of labor: three people formed a firepower unit to lock onto a pre-set target area and conduct suppressive fire; three people served as reserves, responsible for quickly reloading ammunition to ensure continuous firepower; and the last three people held heavy shields, on the one hand to resist the enemy sorcerer's spell bombardment, and on the other hand to provide emergency treatment to their wounded teammates.

This nine-person combat team, commanded by a veteran musketeer and leading eight members, played a significant role on the battlefield.

This nine-person combat team, commanded by a veteran musketeer and leading eight members, played a significant role on the battlefield.

With the concentrated firepower of the musket squads, the defenders successfully repelled the first wave of attack from the entire Dortmund force, inflicting hundreds of casualties on them before they retreated in disarray. The battlefield then quickly turned into a fierce long-range firepower tug-of-war.

Stonnov quickly adjusted his strategy: he sent drones from the mechanical unit into the air to pinpoint the location of the gunnery squads; meanwhile, the sorcerer squads in the rear used high-angle spells to attempt to eliminate these exposed positions.

Wang Chong's side also reacted quickly: deploying an infected squad skilled in Originium explosives to concentrate firepower on destroying the heavily armored drones; while the lightly armed drones were left to inexperienced civilians to fire with guns, which also posed an effective threat.

"The etched bullets are being used up really fast... We need to find a way to have a complete production line..."

Wang Chong watched as his precious bullets hit the cold, lifeless mechanical targets one after another, and felt a pang of heartache.

But he quickly adjusted his mindset, thinking to himself:

"As long as we can hone our skills through actual combat and truly forge the forces of this city into an army, it will play a decisive role in the future recapture of the south!"

Wang Chong then refocused his attention on the intense battlefield.

At this moment, the enemy has clearly figured out the firing range of the gun muskets. The vulnerable enemy sorcerers have all spread out, hiding behind cover and a tight circle of shield guards, and are carrying out cautious ranged spell attacks, making it difficult for Wang Chong to find an opportunity to concentrate fire and wipe them out.

The two sides were like two giant snakes, keeping their distance and tearing at each other, mainly relying on long-range firepower to probe each other's advances or shift positions. The roar of guns and the whistling of spells became the main theme of the night, and other sounds were almost completely drowned out.

To conserve precious etched bullets, veterans began demonstrating how to use their own Originium energy to power their guns, teaching their new recruits as they fought. A group of ordinary citizens with magical talents, under the immediate guidance of the infected, also attempted to conjure faint orbs of light or flames and hurl them towards the enemy lines.

"Just as I expected."

Wang Chong calmly analyzed the situation to Zao Lu and Arcueid beside him:

"As long as we withstand the strongest first wave of attacks and make the enemy realize that our defenses are exceptionally strong, they will stop charging forward recklessly at any cost. After all, this is a feint attack force; their core mission is to preserve their strength and continue to draw our attention."

Wang Chong then paused for a moment before continuing his deployment:

"For the next hour, the situation will likely remain at this low intensity of stalemate... The next point of attack will depend on whether Grandpa Hrag and his men can hold off all of Dor's elite forces at the elevator shaft."

"As long as we successfully block the enemy there, they will immediately realize that we have also seen through their strengths and weaknesses—we have also committed our elite troops to that area."

"At that time, they will definitely put pressure on us! They will force us to urgently request assistance from the elevator shaft."

"Therefore, no one should relax just because the intensity has decreased! This hour is precious time for practical training. Continue to develop the defensive lines along the retreat route, so that we can use space to buy more time—as long as we hold out until dawn, our reinforcements will be able to enter Chernobog!"

"Yes, teacher!" Zao Lu replied crisply and immediately turned around to relay the order.

Chapter 372: Under Control

Under the cover of darkness, the entire Dortmund force launched a stealthy raid. Using black cloaks and dark combat uniforms as cover, they successfully infiltrated the area near the ground tunnels.

However, Hrag was well aware of the Ursus army's tactics and had already deployed Infected Sentinels with Originium Arts skills for reconnaissance at key passes.

Therefore, when Hrag immediately sensed the enemy's approach, he did not order to open fire. Instead, he calmly adjusted his deployment, deliberately leaving an opening in the defensive line to lure all of Dor's troops deep into the heart of his carefully constructed encirclement.

Only when the enemy's main force was fully within the ambush range did Herag decisively give the order, and the long-ambushed musket squad and infected warlocks suddenly launched an attack, unleashing a barrage of intense firepower.

This sudden and fierce attack caught Quan Duo'er's troops off guard, throwing them into chaos. Fortunately, Quan Duo'er reacted quickly and calmly directed his troops to adjust their formation, managing to barely escape the encirclement after paying a certain price.

This battle has dampened the morale of the troops, causing restlessness and a need for rest and recuperation.

After regrouping, Alldor changed his tactics. He ordered his troops to split up, intending to disperse Hrag's firepower and relieve pressure on the main attack route.

Hrag responded calmly and decisively, adapting to each move as it came. No matter which direction the enemy attacked from, he commanded his troops to defend tightly, making the defensive line impenetrable.

However, this passive defensive posture played right into Dortmund's hands.

Quan Duoer was well aware that the opponent was only able to repeatedly fight against his elite troops by relying on the lethality and long-range advantage of muskets.

However, once the enemy's musketeers are brought closer by our elite troops, those musketeers will inevitably be no match for us in close combat.

The defeat the previous night was due to a lack of understanding of this musket squad, which caused the troops to be intimidated by the enemy's high-intensity firepower during close combat, making them hesitant and unable to break through.

But after that crushing battle during the day, his soldiers had figured out their opponent's weaknesses in close combat.

Quan Duoer firmly believed that as long as his troops could charge close enough under fire, the musketeers would be forced to retreat like sorcerers, unable to confront his elite melee forces head-on. Moreover, the musketeers stationed here at this moment were only a portion of his forces.

He was brimming with confidence, believing that these mere few dozen firing positions could not possibly suppress his troops' fierce attack. In his view, the enemy's retreating defensive line was clear evidence of their insufficient firepower and inadequate strength.

"In the end, you will either be crushed out of this city like stray dogs, or you will face certain death!"

Quan Duoer sneered inwardly. He saw it clearly: the only way out for the underground clinic troops was to use the surface elevators to evacuate the city of Chernobog.

However, the reality that followed quickly delivered another resounding slap to the face for all of Dortmund.

First, four familiar figures reappeared on the battlefield like ghosts:

Skadi and Specter joined forces and with overwhelming force cleaved through several buildings, instantly destroying the high ground that All Dol's ranged forces had painstakingly occupied, causing numerous casualties.

Immediately afterwards, Surtr summoned a massive fire giant, which, like an insurmountable wall, firmly blocked the only passage for advance, making it impossible for the entire Dol army to move an inch.

Finally, a deafening dragon roar echoed through the night sky. Albion swooped down from the heavens, spewing out a scorching dragon breath that covered most of the battlefield. After a baptism of flames, hundreds of elite soldiers under Alldor's command were reduced to ashes.

"Fire all fire!"

Just as the enemy forces were thrown into disarray, Hrag decisively switched from defense to offense. Hundreds of musketeers, who had been poised to fire, equipped themselves with specially made etched bullets infused with Originium energy and unleashed a devastating volley.

The dense hail of bullets, like the scythe of death, instantly claimed the lives of hundreds of shield guards and melee infantrymen from all over Dor.

"Damn it! Retreat! Retreat now! Warlock units, provide cover fire!"

Quan Duoer finally realized with shock and anger that the enemy guarding this area was far more than the small force he had imagined.

Helag had ambushed all his elite troops here, waiting for him to walk right into their trap! The previous tightening of the defensive line was just another carefully designed trap, intended to lure him back into the encirclement.

"Immediately transfer the artillery units here!"

Quan Duoer roared:

"Even if we have to blow the entire surface elevator shaft to rubble today, we absolutely cannot let them continue to control this place! Also, notify Stonov! Tell him to immediately intensify his attack on the underground passage! I want to see how long they can hold out here!"

As expected, the course of the battle unfolded exactly as Wang Chong had anticipated. After being stalled in the area of ​​the ground-based elevator platform and realizing that Khlag's main force was nearby, Quandor indeed ordered Stonnov to apply even greater pressure in the underground tunnel area.

Upon receiving the order, Stonnov ceased engaging in small-scale long-range firefights and skirmishes. He began ordering the War Sorcerers to prepare to unleash mass destruction Originium Arts, intending to destroy the complex held by the Gunlance squad in one fell swoop.

At this critical moment, Wang Chong decisively ordered his melee troops to charge. Arcueid led the charge, rushing into the enemy ranks like lightning, unstoppable and instantly turning Stonov's formation upside down. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text.)

Under pressure, Stonnov had to withdraw some of his sorcerers from preparing large-scale spells and instead cast defensive spells to withstand the sudden onslaught.

This undoubtedly delayed the activation of the large-scale spell. However, under Stonov's strong command, the war sorcerers eventually completed their preparations. A devastating rain of fireballs, accompanied by a piercing whistle, descended from the sky and crashed into the building where the musketeers were located.

At the critical moment, a massive shield composed of deep black Originium energy suddenly rose up, like an inverted giant bowl, enveloping the entire complex. A violent rain of fire meteors slammed into the shield, unleashing deafening roars and blinding light, but failed to budge it in the slightest.

"They actually have such a powerful sorcerer hidden away?!" Stonov's face turned extremely grim upon witnessing this. Intelligence clearly indicated that the enemy's main force had been moved to the surface elevator platform area; how could they still have such a terrifying trump card hidden in the underground passage?

It was Wang Chong who stepped in to block this devastating blow. With him personally overseeing the situation, he was like a pillar of strength, protecting everyone.

He would intervene whenever his forces encountered a powerful Originium Arts that they could not withstand, just like he is doing now.

Especially now that he has control over Precyth and has obtained the Originium Formula, he can use Originium Arts with confidence and without worrying about being backlashed by the mastermind behind the control of Originium.

"Teacher's Originium Arts... are truly breathtaking." Early Dew gazed at the massive black shield, her eyes filled with awe. "I wonder when I'll ever reach that level..."

"You will, you just need more time..."

Wang Chong chuckled and was about to offer some words of comfort, but before he could finish speaking, his gaze was suddenly drawn to a corner at the edge of the battlefield.

A familiar hooded figure was seen whispering instructions to a group of armed civilians. The civilians quickly found advantageous positions and launched a surprise attack, coordinating with the infected engaged in close combat, successfully repelling one wave of enemies.

"Doctor? Why is she on the front lines?" Wang Chong frowned slightly and immediately contacted Priscilla through the black mist's telepathic communication ability. "Priscilla, what's going on with the Doctor? Shouldn't you be by her side?"

"The prophet inquired about the current changes in Chernobyl and learned about the plight of your troops and the people in the city."

Precys's voice came calmly:

“She hopes to do something to help you, Master. As for why I didn’t follow her closely… it’s because the Doctor wants to act alone to prove her abilities to you, Master.”

"I am currently protecting her from the shadows, and at the same time using my Originium privileges to interfere with the spellcasting of the nearby enemy casters, causing their Originium Arts to frequently fail. This can be considered as expanding our advantage in the fight."

"...Has anyone ever mentioned to you that the Doctor might have a bit of a masochistic tendency?"

Wang Chong's expression turned somewhat strange, and he continued:

"The beginning sounded normal enough, but what's with that 'wanting to prove something to me' part? I haven't even started manipulating her yet, and she's already doing it herself?"

“Hmm…” Prissis seemed to be recalling something, “If you put it that way, the Prophet used to really like reading those… um… urban military king web novels with plots of torturing the female protagonist…”

"Stop! Stop!" Wang Chong quickly stopped her. "Don't say anymore, I'm afraid it will offend your ears. You just need to keep an eye on the doctor and make sure nothing happens to her."

After saying that, he cut off the communication. The situation on the battlefield was changing rapidly, and he needed to concentrate on controlling the overall situation; he didn't have time to waste his energy on such matters.

His original plan was to train the PhD to become a top-notch scientific research talent, but now it seems that this female PhD is more inclined to follow the old path of a battlefield commander.

Chapter 373: Changes in the Industrial Zone

While the fighting on the battlefield raged on, deep within the Chernobyl industrial zone, a storm was quietly brewing.

"Stop dawdling! The required materials still aren't ready?! Do I have to whip you before you'll move?!"

The Gulag lashed out with its whip, lashing it mercilessly at the middle-aged man hanging before it. The air echoed with the shrill whistling of the whip's tip tearing through the air and the muffled thuds of flesh being pierced.

His outburst of anger stemmed from a message he received an hour earlier:

The military expressed strong dissatisfaction with him and issued a veiled warning: if he could not deliver the supplies to the military camp as soon as possible, he would once again face that nightmarish underground interrogation room.

Just recalling that memory sent phantom pains through his legs and broke out in a cold sweat. It was a place he never wanted to set foot in again.

Peter, the workshop foreman who had been beaten, was now barely breathing, his tattered clothes soaked in blood, and there were glaring bloodstains all over the ground.

Peter had almost lost the strength to stand. His underling looked on with pity and whispered, "Boss, if you keep fighting like this, he might really die."

"Huh? What? You pity him?" Gulag turned his head sharply, his eyes as sinister as a venomous snake. "Do you want to take the whip for him, or wait to be stabbed in front of the army?"

Gulag now hates nothing more than being interrupted when he's committing violence. After all, when he was being assaulted before, no one ever stopped that "demon."

"No, I wouldn't dare!" the underling hurriedly explained. "But Peter is, after all, the workshop director of the Originium production line. If he dies, I'm afraid there really won't be anyone who can replace him for a while. Changing personnel at the last minute will definitely throw the production line into chaos. Then... the task assigned by the general and the others will probably be even more difficult to complete on time."

The words "even more difficult to complete on time" were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the raging fire in Gulag's heart.

He suppressed his rage, glanced at the dying Peter, and said sternly:

“Peter! I’ll spare your life this time! Listen, immediately tell those idiots to take off all those cumbersome work clothes and burn them! It’s these rags that are slowing us down, I saw it clearly!”

He surveyed the silent crowd, his voice rising:

"You're just afraid of contracting Oripathy, aren't you? Let me tell you, if we fail the mission, not only me, but all of you—will have your heads chopped off by the Ursus military!"

"Is it risking infection to work, or losing your head right now? Even a fool knows which to choose! Now! Immediately! Burn those work clothes! I want to see you all moving right now!"

Regarding the issue of those white overalls slowing down efficiency, Gulag received guidance from the military. Therefore, he decided to take a drastic measure and destroy all of these overalls, thus eliminating any concerns about efficiency.

He spat in disgust and yelled at his men on either side, "Drag him back! Then keep a close eye on those workers and urge them to speed up production! Now!"

"Yes, sir!" Two gang members immediately lifted the limp Peter and dragged him away from the blood-soaked room. Gulag frowned at the bloodstains on the floor and irritably ordered:

"Damn it! Quickly wash all this filth away!"

……

When Peter was dragged back to the production workshop he was in charge of, the anxiously waiting workers immediately surrounded him. Seeing their foreman beaten beyond recognition, everyone's eyes widened in fury and their anger flared.

When the Iron Axe gang members arrogantly announced the order to destroy the protective suits, the suppressed anger finally erupted.

"Why don't you try touching the Originium with your bare hands and see what happens!"

"We're all going to die anyway! Why waste our breath talking to them!"

"What? Trying to rebel?" The gang members sneered, brandishing their crossbows, the cold arrows pointed at the angry crowd. "Perfect, let's kill a few to liven things up!"

"(Ursus curse)! Do you think I'm afraid of you bunch of scum?!" The enraged workers' eyes were bloodshot, their fists clenched, and they looked ready to pounce on him without a second thought.

“Stop…stop…everyone…stop…” Just as the conflict was about to erupt, Peter’s weak but clear voice rang out, like an ice cube thrown into boiling water.

"Director Peter!" The workers immediately gathered around and carefully helped Peter up.

Peter struggled to lift his head, looking at the gang members armed with crossbows, his voice broken but unusually firm:

“Go back…and tell the Gulag…the work clothes…we…will burn them right now…the supplies…will be replenished immediately…”

"Hmph, you're smart to know what's good for you! If you had just been quick to forgive, why did you have to endure so much whipping? Some people are just stubborn and need to suffer a bit before they realize their own limitations!"

The gang members put away their weapons, left behind a string of vicious taunts, and walked away, leaving the workshop full of indignant workers.