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

"However, even if they don't die, they will still be affected by the impact. Didn't you see how pathetic they looked when they were blasted away? So, harassment has to be timed perfectly—when they're preparing their ultimate attack and can't afford to be distracted!"

"This way, they won't be able to unleash their powerful spells and will be left helpless. Moreover, the Reunion Movement members on the ground and Lyudmila will receive the signal and be able to prepare in advance."

After explaining the tactical intent, Alex skillfully loaded a specially made Originium bomb into the grenade launcher.

He commanded in a deep voice, "Everyone, prepare your spells, load your explosives! On my command, target—the two high platforms opposite, smash them down!"

A tense atmosphere instantly filled the battlefield. The warlocks chanted softly, their fingertips glowing with the light of various Originium energies.

The soldiers holding explosives held their breath, searching for the best throwing angle. Everyone's crosshairs were firmly locked onto their assigned target areas.

Alex silently calculated the time in his mind. Having fought Ursus warlocks many times, he was already intimately familiar with the rhythm of the enemy's large-scale Originium Arts.

He allowed himself ten seconds to anticipate the attack, ensuring that all of his attacks landed just as the opponent's spells were about to be completed.

"Three...two...one! Now—fire!" Alex yanked the trigger, and the grenade roared out.

"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!"

Almost simultaneously, dozens of magical beams of light and explosives rained down on the two opposite high platforms! The deafening explosions sent flames and smoke billowing into the sky.

The effect was immediate! Just as Alex had predicted, the war sorcerers on the platform were at the most critical moment of casting their spells when they were suddenly struck by a fierce attack, and the balance of Originium energy was instantly broken!

The shockwave from the spell's backlash exploded among the warlocks, screams echoing everywhere. The light of the destructive spell, which was about to take shape, suddenly dimmed and dissipated, even causing a small-scale disturbance of Originium energy, which affected many warlocks themselves.

"Well done! Well done, you Ursus bastards! Eat your (Ursus profanity) grenade launcher!!"

Alex excitedly waved his fist, his rough shouts echoing across his own lines.

The sudden attack threw the opposing high ground into brief chaos. But they were elite troops, and quickly recovered. Some of the warlocks turned and began unleashing a barrage of fire on the high ground where Alex was positioned, attempting to suppress him;

Another group of warlocks, unwilling to give up, tried again to gather Originium energy, their target still being the Reunion Movement reinforcements in the wilderness below.

However, the advantageous terrain that Alex and his group had taken advantage of came into play. The platform they were on was the highest in the entire area, giving it a significant height advantage over the other platforms.

In this way, Alex's howitzer can use a high launch angle, easily bypassing cover and accurately dropping bombs on the opposite high platform.

However, most of the spells fired from the opposite side were blocked by the sturdy cover, making it difficult to effectively hit Alex and the others' hiding place.

"Want to hit me? Maybe in your next life!"

Alex skillfully dodged the stray spells that came his way while continuing to reload and fire.

Because Alex's Originium bombs generate a strong Originium energy shock when they explode, even if the enemy raises a spell shield, this pure Originium shock can penetrate it, seriously interfering with the stability and efficiency of the casters' spells.

Under the relentless and precise harassment of Alex's squad, the warlocks on the high platform were suffering greatly. Large spells were simply impossible to cast smoothly, and forcing their way in carried extremely high risks.

Left with no other choice, they had to abandon their overwhelming destructive strikes and instead use smaller, faster-cast Originium Arts to scatter their attacks across the wilderness.

But by this time, the Reunion reinforcements in the wilderness had already received warning. They skillfully used rocks and other cover to conceal themselves, and the Shieldbearers quickly erected their large shields, forming a temporary mobile fortress. (The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly a separate thought: "You Merlin, are you even here...?")

Under the cover of shields, the team began to accelerate their advance towards the Chernobog base. Although there were still sporadic casualties, the overall formation remained stable and the rhythm was not disrupted by this weakened attack.

Meanwhile, on Quanduo's side, he quickly received the bad news that the high ground was blocked, and he was so angry that he almost smashed the command table in front of him. He couldn't understand how such a simple fire suppression mission could be so full of problems!

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

Quan Duo cursed under his breath, but he had no time to think about anything else. Reinforcements were closing in from outside the city, and time was of the essence! He had to seize this last elevator platform at all costs before the reinforcements entered the city!

"Order! All troops, launch an assault! Even if it means a forced march, tear that breach open!"

All-Dor's roar echoed through the army. Under All-Dor's command and with the support of the [Comrades] formation, the Ursus soldiers, like beasts injected with a berserk potion, once again unleashed deafening battle cries, charging fearlessly against the defenders' fierce firepower, launching a tidal wave of attacks!

This time, the defending forces under Hrag's command also displayed unprecedented fighting power. The roar of gunfire was continuous, and etched bullets wove a net of fire to deter the enemy; the sorcerers fought with all their might, unleashing Originium Arts on the charging enemy ranks.

After a brief respite, Skadi and Specter, the two deep-sea hunters, regained some of their strength and once again leaped out from behind cover like two sharp knives, charging into the enemy ranks!

Wielding greatswords and chainsaws, they used superhuman strength to forcefully push back the surging enemy tide, buying precious space for the defensive line.

"Hold on, brothers! Just a little longer! Our reinforcements have boarded the elevator! They'll be here soon!"

Hrag's booming voice pierced through the gunfire and echoed across the battlefield. He pointed to the only massive elevator platform behind him still under their control—it was now slowly rising with a heavy mechanical groan!

This scene acted like a shot of adrenaline, instantly igniting the last vestiges of fighting spirit in the weary bodies of the defenders. They gritted their teeth, relying on the dilapidated fortifications and the corners of buildings, and used their weapons to their fullest potential, building an iron defense line with their own flesh and blood.

The elevator platform finally reached the top. The heavy gate slowly opened, and a chilling aura swept over them. The first to emerge were a team of elite soldiers dressed in gray or dark combat uniforms, their faces covered by masks.

They wielded uniformly styled longswords, their eyes sharp as eagles. The leader, a tall man, had a striking red scarf covering his mouth and nose, revealing only a pair of eyes burning with a calm, detached intensity.

The long sword in his hand gleamed with a cold, icy light in the dim light.

"Red, the leader of the Reunion Movement's Talco City branch, 'Avenger', has led a squad to provide support." The man's voice was steady and powerful, like a rock.

"We've come at just the right time!"

Hrag strode forward and quickly recounted the battle situation:

"Skadi and Specter have broken into the enemy lines and are pushing forward. We need you to escort our musketeers and reinforce our positions! At the same time, be vigilant against the enemy's vanguard assault team! Remember, the enemy is protected by the [Comrades] formation, making them extremely difficult to kill in a short time. Don't focus on finishing them off; prioritize providing support and hindering their advance!"

"Roger that." Red replied succinctly. He turned his head slightly and shouted to the soldiers behind him, "Brothers, get your spirits up! Don't let our comrades who have come from afar look down on us! Follow me!"

Before he finished speaking, Red had already charged out like an arrow. The longsword in his hand instantly erupted with scorching flames, each swing bringing with it a wave of intense heat and fire!

His swordsmanship was wide and powerful, making it difficult for ordinary Ursus elite soldiers to get close, let alone break through his defenses.

Under his cover, the Reunion musketeers were able to advance safely to more advantageous firing positions, and their precise bursts of fire effectively suppressed the enemy's advance.

With the addition of the Reunion Movement warriors from Talco City, they acted as a fresh force, forcefully halting the fierce offensive of the entire Dor army.

Chapter 378: The Situation Reverses (Part 2)

"Damn it! Where did this tough nut to crack come from?!" Quan Duoer stared incredulously at this newly appeared force on the battlefield through the shared vision of the army formation. The fighting prowess displayed by that red-turbaned swordsman was in no way inferior to his most elite veterans!

"The southern cities are still under our control... How can a branch of the Unification Movement have such combat power?"

A chill crept into the hearts of all Dor. If the branches of the Reunion Movement were this powerful, then how terrifying must the headquarters entrenched in the north be? No wonder the Imperial Northern Legion had suffered repeated setbacks!

What worried him even more was that the hope of conquering the last elevator platform was dwindling with time. If the reinforcements that arrived later were all as elite and skilled as this team…

Quan Duo glanced at the state of the army formation. Nearly thirty minutes had passed since the battle began, and the shared life force had been nearly halved under the relentless attacks of the defenders! As the enemy's firepower continued to increase, this rate of loss would only accelerate!

He once again focused his attention on the perspective of the sentry on the high platform. Below, thick, grayish-white smoke billowed across the wilderness, enveloping the Reunion Movement's reinforcements.

The warlocks on the high platform could only blindly unleash small spells with greatly reduced power into the smoke, having no idea whether they had caused any effective damage.

"Useless! All of you are useless!"

Quan Dor was utterly enraged, his last shred of patience exhausted. He drew his sword abruptly, pointing it at the last stronghold held by Herag, his voice hoarse with extreme fury:

"Everyone evacuate the high ground! Attack that last remaining area! I refuse to believe they can withstand a direct assault even if we bomb the entire building!"

Amidst roars, the Ursus army surged towards the Reunion forces like a final, frenzied wave, disregarding the consequences.

However, reinforcements have arrived, and with the arrival of more and more integrated movement teams, the situation has quietly begun to turn around.

"Lecce has arrived with his troops! Brothers, grab your dual swords! We lost to that guy Red while running away, we can't afford to lose face in close combat again!"

Another formidable new force has arrived! They are all armed with dual blades, and their movements are swift and ruthless. The fighting power they have displayed is in no way inferior to Red's Avengers.

Their arrival was like a powerful torrent flowing into the defense line, instantly relieving enormous pressure and allowing the Reunion Movement warriors providing frontline support to catch their breath.

"Sorry! To cover the safety of our various branches, most of our heavy shield guards are temporarily stationed en route for deployment. We can only rely on the light mobile shield soldiers from each branch to take over for now! I will temporarily serve as the assault team leader and go hold off the pressure at the front!"

The third wave of arriving troops were uniquely equipped: they gripped a sturdy medium-sized shield tightly in their left hand and wielded a large melee sword in their right.

The leader was surrounded by a deep black mist, making him particularly eye-catching.

Herag keenly sensed this unusual aura: "The black mist around you...?"

The visitor responded calmly:

“This is the great benefactor of our entire village, and the strength that was bestowed upon me by the current leader of the Reunification Movement. My name is Yegor, and I come from the village of Omsk.”

He was the first brave young man to dare to raise his sword against the bandit leader when Wang Chong rescued the village, and he was rewarded with the power of the black mist for his courage.

A hint of understanding and appreciation flashed in Helag's eyes. The newcomer must have something extraordinary to gain Wang Chong's favor.

He immediately gave a stern order: "Good! Yegor, the heavy responsibility of defending the front line is entrusted to you!"

Yegor nodded solemnly, his gaze sweeping across the fiercely fighting front with lightning speed. He swiftly and precisely directed the mobile shield infantry into battle, while simultaneously coordinating Red's Avengers and Lecce's Twin Blade Squad.

Amazingly, under his command, the three teams, fighting side by side for the first time, displayed an incredible synergy, cooperating seamlessly as if they had been fighting together for many years.

Under Yegor's near-perfect defensive command, the rapid offensive of the entire Dor army was completely and forcefully contained.

Not only could they not advance any further, but as the Reunion Movement's numerical advantage on the battlefield became increasingly apparent, the defensive line began to steadily and gradually push forward!

At this moment, the situation on the battlefield was crystal clear. Anyone with discerning eyes could see that Quan Duo'er's delusion of seizing the last elevator platform had utterly failed!

"Isn't the large-scale Originium Arts ready yet?!"

Alldor's voice was distorted with rage. He no longer expected a breakthrough from the frontline infantry, but instead pinned all his hopes on a devastating blow brewing by the war sorcerers in the rear.

He ordered the warlocks to blast the entire area, along with the enemy, into the sky at all costs!

"General! The spell is about to finish casting... Wait! General! That dragon is coming again!!" The war sorcerer's response was abruptly interrupted by a terrified shout.

"General! The spell is about to finish casting... Wait! General! That dragon is coming again!!" The war sorcerer's response was abruptly interrupted by a terrified shout.

High in the sky, Albion's enormous dragon body, carrying the force of wind and thunder, soared into the sky once again!

This time, her target was exceptionally clear: the array of war sorcerers behind the entire Dor army, who were working with all their might to gather destructive energy!

This was precisely the contingency plan that Hellagur had laid out long ago! He deliberately gave the enemy sorcerers enough time to prepare their ultimate attack, thereby paralyzing the enemy and buying his own side precious breathing space and time for reinforcements to arrive.

The time has come; Albion is the sword that will sever the opponent's large-scale Originium Arts.

"Stop it!! Stop that damned dragon at all costs!!" Quan Dor roared, his eyes bloodshot.

In an instant, all the warlock firepower, the dense crossbow bolts, and the barrage of Originium bullets all turned around and shot towards the dragon in the air like a storm, trying to tear it apart.

"Our turn!!" Herag shouted, raising his arm. Where's Merlin? Is he here...?

At this moment, the powerful high-ranking sorcerers among the newly arrived Reunion reinforcements were already ready.

They chanted in unison, and a surge of powerful Originium energy erupted, rapidly forming a magical shield around Albion that flowed with immense energy!

This sturdy barrier allowed Albion to ignore the barrage of attacks from all sides, lock onto his target without any worries, and dive down!

Albion knew very well that simple dragon breath might be intercepted by the opponent's defensive spells and might not be able to completely interrupt the chanting of large-scale spells.

The most effective and direct way to interrupt a large spell is to make the caster disappear!

Like a meteor streaking across the sky, she swooped down with pinpoint accuracy, dodging the magical light with both hands, and fiercely grabbed two war mages who were channeling their core spells!

Amidst the enemy's terrified and desperate screams, she suddenly pulled herself up, hurling the sorcerer in her hand far into the depths of the alley like trash.

Once! Twice! Three times!

Using his magical shield as cover, Albion weaved through the intense barrage of fire three times!

With each dive, she "plucked" two core warlocks from the crowd and abandoned them far away.

As the sixth warlock disappeared into the sky, the shield finally shattered under the frenzied attack. Albion's scales were also marked with several scorch marks. He let out a slightly weary growl and flew back somewhat disheveled to the skies above his allies' camp.

Although some costs were incurred, the tactical objective was perfectly achieved! Without the key caster, the large-scale Originium spell that was capable of destroying the platform area was instantly stilled, and the aftershocks of the out-of-control energy even backfired on the surrounding casters, causing chaos.

"Damn it! Once their remaining shield guards all come up via the elevator, forget about attacking; our entire formation will be pinned down, and we won't even have a chance to retreat!!"

Quan Duoer looked at the shared health bar of the army, which was only a quarter full, and felt anxious and unwilling.

He knew that if he continued to fight, this elite force that had followed him in his campaigns across the country would likely be wiped out here.

The thought of retreating gripped his mind more intensely than ever before. Yet, looking at the last elevator platform so close and within reach, a deep-seated resentment gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.

And just as the whole of Dortmund was caught in an extreme dilemma of whether to fight or flee—

Boom! Boom! Rumble!

A series of violent explosions, so loud they shook the earth, suddenly erupted without warning from the rearmost and weakest point of his army's formation!

The violent shockwave and flames instantly engulfed a large number of unsuspecting soldiers.

"What's going on?!" Quan Duo'er was so shocked he staggered, staring in utter horror at the thick smoke rising behind him. "Who?! Where did this enemy come from, getting around to our rear?!"

Almost at the same time as he roared, he clearly felt that the already precarious shared life bar of the [Comrades] army dropped sharply once again, like a punctured balloon!

Quan Duoer was shocked. Could it be that the people in the underground passage area had abandoned their home base and were planning to directly encircle him with the troops here?

Chapter 379: New Reinforcements

"How is this possible? How could our rear be under attack?!"

The thought that their retreat route might be cut off instantly snapped Quan Duoer back to reality. At this moment, the life-sustaining tanks that sustained the army were on the verge of collapse. If this elite force, which had followed him through countless battles, were to be wiped out here, he would completely lose any chance of turning the tide.

"Withdraw! Disengage immediately! Rear guard becomes front guard, charge back! Find those scum who launched the sneak attack from the rear!"

Quandor almost ground his teeth to powder before finally spitting out the agonizing command. At the same time, in a fit of rage, he connected with Stonnov and demanded an explanation: