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

Wang Chong looked directly into the doctor's eyes and said:

"Are you confident you can take this on, Doctor? This is crucial to this battle. These people, like the civilians you just commanded, are armed but are mostly inexperienced recruits."

The female PhD student took the blueprints, quickly put them into her backpack without even glancing at them, and then asked, "I'm fine on this side. But, will those people really follow my orders?"

"Don't worry," Wang Chong said confidently, "They'll understand everything when they see this token. Besides,"

He then turned to Precys and added:

"Oh, right, remember to bring Precys along. Those workers know a little about first aid, but they're clearly not professional enough at treating serious injuries and need guidance from someone experienced."

Precys's eyes flickered slightly, clearly having received Wang Chong's detailed instructions through the black mist. She smiled and nodded in response, "Yes, I will do my job well."

The female PhD student naturally had no objection to Precy's colleague. Under Wang Chong's guidance, the two quickly set off towards the industrial area.

Wang Chong, who remained in place, continued to use his perception of the black mist covering the entire city, as if he had opened a god's-eye view, to have a grasp of the troop deployment in every corner of the city.

Therefore, Wang Chong saw through Stonnov's combined feint and real attack tactics in the underground passage area, and intercepted them perfectly every time.

On the other hand, Stonnov was originally confident that this tactic would put tremendous pressure on the enemy, forcing them to call for help from the ground elevator shaft.

However, Stonnov only felt that the commander on the other side seemed to be able to see through his thoughts, and every attack was precisely neutralized.

This made him feel extremely frustrated, as if his fists were hitting cotton.

Fortunately, he learned that General Quan Duo'er had figured out the size and tactical characteristics of the enemy's main force and was becoming more and more familiar with their tactics. He was now fully confident that he could use the [Comrades] formation to forcefully break through the defenses.

What he needs to do now is to hold back the main force in the underground tunnel area and prevent them from being able to go to support the ground battlefield and ruin the general's surprise attack plan.

"Hmm...?" Stonnov looked up at the sky, a sliver of light piercing the night. "Is it about to dawn?"

He remembered clearly that once it was dawn, it would be the signal for the general to launch a general offensive.

……

Ground lifting platform area

“It’s dawn…” Helag gazed at the gradually whitening sky, his brows furrowing slightly. “I wonder how long it will take for the reinforcements outside the city that Lord Wang Chong mentioned to arrive. Miss Lyudmila, do you have any reliable intelligence reports?”

He looked at Lyudmila beside him, who was anxiously urging the troops on the other end through the communicator.

“I’ve urged them many times,” Lyudmila put down the communicator, her face showing obvious frustration. “They said it would take at least half an hour for them to arrive.”

“Half an hour…” Hrag pondered for a moment, his eyes sharpening. “That’s about the right time. We should launch our final assault now… It’s getting light, and the field of vision is clear. All of Dor doesn’t need to worry about our ambush anymore and can organize the attack more calmly.”

The battle-hardened general quickly analyzed the situation: "He previously used artillery to destroy a large number of buildings on the periphery, leaving us with almost no defensible positions. We can only retreat and hold our ground near this most solid ground platform."

"Now, he should be running out of ammunition. I reckon he'll likely gather his troops, centered around the [Comrades] formation, for a final assault on us..."

Herag stood up and made a decisive decision: "We can't fight head-on now. We currently control three ground elevator shafts. It's time to give up two of them and use space to buy time."

He turned to Lyudmila, his tone steady and firm: "Immediately order the troops to begin preparing to consolidate their defensive lines. Miss Lyudmila, the task of covering the evacuation is entrusted to you and your Ash Squad."

"Received!" Lyudmila's expression turned serious, and she immediately accepted the order. She understood that this was a necessary measure to preserve strength and buy time, even if it came at a price.

……

All Dortmund Army Front

On the Quanduoer side, the colonel in charge of the artillery battalion rushed over to report: "General, we have very few Originium explosives left, and we can no longer bombard and destroy the ground elevator platform."

"Damn it!" Quan Duo'er's eyes flashed with a fierce light, his anger burning. "A whole night has passed! What is that bastard Gulag doing?! He hasn't even delivered the supplies yet!"

Quan Duoer gritted his teeth and cursed, "Looks like he doesn't take my words seriously! After the battle, I'll chop that brat up and feed him to the Rift Beast!"

However, now is not the time to settle such petty scores. The enemy's hero units have temporarily withdrawn due to stamina depletion, while our artillery has successfully eliminated many of the enemy's strongpoints.

The sky was already bright, and visibility was clear; it was the perfect time to launch the final assault!

"Notify the entire army!" Quan Duo'er's voice, like the clang of metal on the battlefield, resounded across the position. "Form ranks—prepare to raze these three areas!"

Upon receiving the order, the elite vanguard warriors, war sorcerers, elite imperial crossbowmen, and heavily armored shield guards quickly adjusted their formation, and a chilling aura filled the air.

The war sorcerers began to chant in a low voice, and with their incantations, black and red light rose from the soldiers as if they were alive, transforming into countless thin threads of energy that eventually converged on Quandor.

A blazing crimson light instantly erupted around Quan Duoer, his senses seemed to be amplified infinitely, and the entire army formation was like an extension of his limbs, which he could control with ease.

He felt this immense power, his gaze fixed on the dilapidated elevator platform area ahead, as sharp as a hawk's.

"Attack!" With this command from Quan Duoer, he personally led his army in a final and fierce charge towards the ground-based elevator platform area, like a flood bursting its banks!

Chapter 376: The Arrival of Support

"These guys are invincible again! These damn Originium Arts are such a pain!"

Ghost Shark swung his chainsaw with all his might, the saw teeth clashing against the shields of the Ursus soldiers, producing a screeching sound and a dull thud.

Several shield guards were sent flying by her ferocious strength, crashing into the rubble. She was slightly out of breath, the recoil from the impact throbbing her hands, making it almost impossible to grip her heavy weapon. (The last two lines are a nonsensical string of characters and cannot be translated.)

Each time he swung the chainsaw to try and cut off those people's bodies, the real feeling Ghost Shark got was as if he were smashing an iron bar into a solid mountain.

The inability to kill its opponent was secondary; the key issue was the recoil force that was causing Ghost Shark considerable discomfort.

"Save your energy, shark. Don't waste it on complaining."

Skadi was also breathing heavily, and she swept her greatsword across, forcing back the enemies who tried to surround her.

Her crimson eyes swept across the battlefield, wary of any Originium magic that might strike at any moment.

Neither she nor Specter possessed Originium Arts; they relied solely on their superior physical abilities to withstand the enemy's caster bombardment and dense rain of arrows.

The intense ground combat that lasted all day caused their condition to decline significantly, and fatigue washed over them like a tide.

"If the captain saw us like this... he'd probably yell at us." Skadi muttered to herself, her voice tinged with a barely perceptible bitterness.

When they fought the Sea God, they could battle tirelessly for days in the deep sea. But since arriving on this land filled with Originium, their stamina seems to have been weakened.

She could clearly feel that the Originium environment was eroding her body's vitality, making her self-healing ability much weaker than before.

If it weren't for the additional healing provided by the black mist power bestowed by Wang Chong, the accumulated injuries she sustained today would probably have already rendered her unable to wield her sword.

In contrast, Surtr's situation is far more dire. She is a typical "glass cannon," and each time she summons the fire giant created by Leivadin, she expends enormous energy, and the raging flames that incinerate everything can even backfire on her.

At that moment, the phantom of the fire giant behind her swayed violently and finally vanished into thin air with a "whoosh".

Surtr knelt on one knee, barely supporting herself by plunging her longsword deep into the scorched earth, panting heavily, her red hair soaked with sweat.

Watching the enemies, empowered by the [Comrades] army and fearlessly unleashing powerful Originium spells upon her, an unprecedented sense of powerlessness crept into her heart.

"Explode! Yol Toor Shul (Flame Breath) - Roar!!!"

Just as the deadly spell ray was about to hit Surtr, a deafening dragon roar echoed across the battlefield!

Albion's petite figure swooped down like a burning meteor, spewing out scorching dragon breath that precisely collided with the black and red magic rays, unleashing a deafening roar that annihilated the attacks.

However, Albion's appearance immediately drew a fierce counterattack. Countless crossbow bolts, gleaming with a cold light, rained down from all directions like locusts, clearly indicating that the enemy was well-prepared.

"Tsk... Trouble! Unrelenting force—Roar!!!"

Albion suddenly opened its massive maw, this time without flames, only a soul-shaking roar!

The terrifying sound wave spread out like a real shockwave, shaking the ground and causing even the sorcerers casting spells in the distance to cover their ears.

The rain of arrows that shot towards them was forcefully dispersed and blown away by this invisible force, failing to harm the dragon in the slightest.

Realizing the crossbowmen posed a significant threat, Albion showed no intention of lingering in battle. Before the echoes of her roar had even faded, she abruptly flapped her dragon wings and nimbly swooped down.

He then precisely grabbed the nearly exhausted Surtr with both hands, flew close to the ground, quickly left the center of the battlefield, and safely brought her back to the rear of the position held by Hrag and the others.

"Thanks, Albion." Surtr leaned against the tattered bunker, looking at Albion with his wings folded, his voice weak but full of gratitude.

Just then, a thick cloud of grayish-white smoke billowed out from the edge of the battlefield. Dozens of figures in gray combat uniforms rushed out, supporting or carrying their wounded comrades, their movements swift and orderly.

This was Lyudmila's Ash Squad, who used her Originium Arts to create smoke cover and successfully rescued wounded soldiers who were unable to evacuate on their own from several lost-contact locations and the front lines where the fighting was most intense.

Lyudmila was the last to emerge from the smoke; her mask was covered in dust, but her eyes remained sharp.

“I’ve visited all the locations I could contact, and everyone who could be evacuated has been evacuated,” she reported to Helag, her voice hoarse with exhaustion.

"You've worked hard." Hrag stood at the makeshift command post, his gaze fixed solemnly on the two high platforms in the distance that had been occupied by the enemy. "There are about ten minutes left. I can already see the reinforcements from the platforms, but..."

Hrag paused, his tone tinged with worry:

“I’m worried that after Quan Duo Er captures those two elevator platforms, his reconnaissance troops will also climb up to the high platform and discover the traces of the reinforcements outside the city. Miss Lyudmila, I’m afraid we’ll still need your ability to help those friendly forces safely enter Chern.”

"understood."

Lyudmila immediately understood Hrag's intention and said:

"Supplies and logistics troops can only remain outside the city for the time being. Combat troops must be prioritized to enter the city and drive all the people of Dor back off the platform!"

Lyudmila then looked at Alex in the team and said:

"Alex, you stay! Your howitzer range should cover those two high grounds on the other side. The task of harassing and suppressing them is yours!"

"Understood! Sister Lyudmila, you can go with peace of mind!"

Alex slung his signature grenade launcher over his shoulder and replied in a deep voice.

Lyudmila said no more and led the Ash Squad members to quickly ascend the last remaining elevator platform that was still under control.

With the hum of machinery, the platform slowly descended and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Warlock group and some musketeers, follow me! Take cover and keep an eye on the high ground across the way! Be ready to fire at any time!"

Alex immediately led a team of Reunion Movement sorcerers and some gunners to move quickly towards the high ground under their control, looking for the best shooting position.

At the same time, Hrag turned around and shouted to the soldiers who were holding their ground at the entrance of the passage and behind various bunkers:

"Hold on, my comrades! Just ten more minutes! Our reinforcements are on their way! Victory is just around the corner!"

Upon hearing the words "reinforcements," the exhausted soldiers were instantly invigorated, and hope rekindled in their eyes.

They gripped their weapons tightly, relying on the dilapidated fortifications and the corners of buildings, holding their breath and preparing for the enemy's final, frenzied attack.

……

On the other side, standing on the edge of the newly captured elevator platform, Quan Duoer did not show much joy of victory.

During the twenty-minute battle, he could sense that although the intensity of the opponent's resistance was not as desperate as he had imagined, it still revealed an unshakeable "tenacity".

They didn't seem to intend to hold out to the bitter end, but rather to strategically delay, fighting and retreating. Now that two platforms had been captured and the enemy had only one stronghold left, their continued use of delaying tactics aroused widespread suspicion among Quan Duoer.

He quickly confirmed the situation with Stonnov via communications. The defensive pressure on the underground tunnel area had not eased, and there was clearly no sign of reinforcements being sent to provide support.

"What are they waiting for?" Quan Duoer frowned, his unease growing stronger.

Just then, the urgent voice of the scout in charge of high-altitude lookout suddenly rang in his mind:

"General! Something's amiss! We've spotted an unidentified group outside the city from the high platform, rapidly moving towards Chernobog!"

"Outside the city?!" Quan Duo'er's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately projected his consciousness onto the perspective of the sentry on the high platform through the shared vision of the [Comrades] army formation.

Sure enough, a sizable group was speeding towards Chern City from the wilderness hundreds of meters below! Although they were still far away and their attire was not clearly visible, their appearance at this critical juncture spoke volumes about their identities!

"So that's it! So that's it!" Quan Duoer suddenly realized, a surge of anger at being fooled rising to his head. He gritted his teeth and growled, "It's Reunion Movement reinforcements! They're waiting for reinforcements from outside the city! Damn it!"

All doubts vanished instantly. Without hesitation, Quan Duoer immediately issued orders regarding the troops outside the city:

"Order the war sorcerer group to immediately proceed to the high ground! Use the strongest Originium magic to suppress that force outside the city! Do not let them get even a step closer to Chernobog!"

"At the same time, immediately send people to check if there are any usable defensive weapons left in the middle layer. Activate them and bombard them!"

Quan Dor's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he pointed at the last platform where Hrag and the others were holding fast, and he gave the final order for the all-out attack:

"Everyone else, attack with all your might, regardless of the cost! We must take down the last elevator platform before reinforcements arrive! Block their path into the city! Now—!!!"

With a bloodthirsty roar from all of Dor, the Ursus army, like a swarm of enraged bees, erupted once more with deafening battle cries, launching their fiercest charge towards the last stronghold! The decisive moment had arrived!

Chapter 377: The Situation Reverses (Part 1)

"There's movement on the high platform opposite. Those guys really did spot the Reunion Movement forces outside the city..."

Alex stared intently at the two high platforms opposite him that had been occupied by the Ursus army. He could clearly see the enemy soldiers rapidly mobilizing and assembling.

"Incredible... They've even brought in war sorcerers. Quite a force to be reckoned with." Alex clicked his tongue, his tone laced with sarcasm. "It seems they know that once our reinforcements arrive, they'll be completely unable to take this stronghold."

"Bonebreaker, should we keep watching? Their warlock has started gathering Originium energy; it looks like he's about to unleash a powerful attack!"

The Reunion operator beside him anxiously reminded him, his finger tightly gripping the trigger.

"Otherwise what? You think Old Master Helag's words are just going in one ear and out the other?"

Alex gave him a disapproving look:

"Those guys have activated that damned [Comrades] formation. You either can't kill them, or you have to deplete the entire formation's health bars in one go to wipe them out. With our limited firepower, even if we focus our fire now, we won't be able to deal enough damage. Does it make a difference whether we attack sooner or later?"

He paused, his eyes sharpening: