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

"Stonov! Have the defenders in the underground passage area come out in full force to outflank our troops?! Why was there no warning beforehand?!"

However, the reply from the other end of the communicator was equally shocked and affirmative from Stonnov:

"General! I swear on my life, the enemy in the underground passage area has not moved an inch! They are still engaged in fierce fighting with our forces, and the defensive line is very solid!"

"Not them?!" Quan Duoer roared incredulously, as if struck by a heavy blow. "Impossible! How could Chern City have any armed forces I don't know about besides those rats in the gutter?!"

The explosions coming from behind were dense and fierce, and the intensity of the firepower was definitely not that of scattered soldiers; it clearly reached the suppression level of a regular army!

His mind raced, calculating all the possibilities: Could it be that Boris had a hidden private army? Or perhaps that lingering remnant of Dunkel had other tricks up his sleeve?

But he rejected all of these conclusions.

“(Ursus curse)! Who is it?!” Quan Dor racked his brains, but it was like hitting an invisible wall.

The situation took a sharp turn for the worse, with imminent threats from the rear. He abruptly waved his hand and roared at the messenger:

"Order the troops to shift the focus of the attack to the rear! At all costs, tear a bloody path through them! They must retreat back to the inner city control zone!" (The last line appears to be a nonsensical string of characters and doesn't translate directly.)

……

Hrag stood on high ground, his sharp gaze sweeping across the battlefield like that of a hawk. He keenly noticed the unusual activity of the Ursus army:

The offensive, which had been like a raging tide, suddenly weakened. The commander's anxious shouts rose and fell, and the soldiers began to consciously shrink their formation, with dense shields covering the crossbowmen and sorcerers as they moved backward.

This is clearly a sign that they are preparing to retreat!

"The enemy can't hold on any longer! Everyone! Victory is just ahead."

Hrag's voice was loud and steady, instantly drowning out the clamor of the battlefield:

"Warlocks, increase firepower and disrupt their retreat! Melee squads, coordinate with shield bearers to hold the line and limit their movement! Gunners, unleash your full firepower and continue to apply pressure!"

After saying that, Hrag turned his gaze to Surtr, who had rested well and was eager to try, and said:

“Miss Surtr, it’s time for you to make your move. Use your Flame Originium Arts to test their morale and see if they are strategically retreating or really planning to withdraw.”

Surtr nodded, slung his Levadin greatsword over his shoulder, and charged swiftly into the enemy ranks. Soon, a familiar, gigantic lava giant reappeared on the battlefield.

The balance of power has now completely shifted, with Hrag transforming from a defender waiting for reinforcements into an attacker in control of the situation.

Although he ordered a pursuit, the advance remained steady. To prevent Dort from setting a retreat trap to lure the enemy deeper, he did not immediately commit all his men for a full-scale charge, but instead chose to apply pressure steadily, like a tightening noose.

"Wait until all the Reunion Movement reinforcements from the elevators have assembled before delivering a fatal blow to the entire Dortmund!"

Herag pondered this in his heart.

"Beep beep—beep beep—"

The urgent beeping of the communicator interrupted Hrag's thoughts. The communicator quickly handed him the receiver, his voice tinged with surprise:

"Sir, it's encrypted communication on an unfamiliar frequency! The other party claims to be a representative of the industrial zone's resistance forces, here to support us in our fight against All Dor!"

"Industrial Zone Resistance Forces?" Hrag raised a thick eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He took the communicator and calmly replied, "This is Hrag, Commander-in-Chief of the Ground Elevator Area. Please speak."

A slightly tired but unusually calm female voice came through the receiver:

"Phew... Finally connected. Hello, Mr. Helag. You may call me Doctor. I have been appointed by Mr. Wang Chong to temporarily take charge of the newly established armed forces in the industrial zone as their representative and commander. I have come here to assist in the operation."

"What are Lord Wang Chong's arrangements?"

Even the battle-hardened Hrag couldn't help but be moved at this moment. When did Wang Chong manage to gain the complete surrender of the industrial workers so quietly and quietly, and also accomplish the transformation so effortlessly?

"...You just said you came to support us. Is the retreat of Quan Duo'er and the others because of you?"

However, Helag quickly grasped the key information and asked about it.

“That’s right!” The female PhD’s voice was resolute. “The workers in the industrial zone, unable to bear the bloody exploitation of the Iron Axe, have successfully revolted and wiped out the gang’s remnants.”

"They also captured a large amount of standard equipment that should have been delivered to the entire Dor army. The shelling just now was the first strike we launched using this equipment, with the target being the rear of the entire Dor army!"

"However, I have already laid out layer upon layer of traps in advance. This may be an opportunity to annihilate all of Dor's troops!"

The female PhD student quickly added, her tone carrying the precision of a tactician:

"I have learned about the characteristics of the Allied Forces from Mr. Wang Chong. Their choice to attack us now clearly indicates that they are no longer confident in dealing with the combined fire from both sides, and they probably have little damage left to withstand."

"Now I need you to apply enough pressure to prevent the enemy commander from having much time to think. I want to lure his main force into my carefully prepared, wide-area destruction trap!"

A glint flashed in Hrag's eyes as he instantly weighed the pros and cons. He carefully considered the female doctor's plan and quickly made his judgment:

"Understood, Doctor! We will launch a full-scale attack immediately and cooperate fully! But please be careful, the safety of your workers is the top priority! Even if Quan Duer manages to escape this battle, we have already achieved our strategic objective. There is no need to take excessive risks and pay too high a price to eliminate Quan Duer."

"Rest assured, Commander Helag, we will proceed with caution. Please trust the resolve of the Industrial Zone warriors and our tactical arrangements!" the female doctor's voice said firmly.

"Okay, I believe you..."

Then, Hrag hung up the communication. He looked up sharply and saw the fire giant summoned by Surtr once again sweep its greatsword across the battlefield, engulfing a group of Ursus shield guards trying to organize a rearguard into a raging inferno. Amidst screams of agony, the enemy's already crumbling rearguard completely collapsed!

"The time has come!" Hrag's voice boomed across the battlefield. "All of Dor's forces are exhausted! Second group, continue to support the reinforcements! The rest of you—listen to my command!"

He raised his sword high, its blade pointing directly at the retreating enemy troops, and shouted, "General Offensive—Begin!!"

The garrison, which had been holding back all night, erupted like a long-suppressed volcano! Roars converged into a raging tide of revenge. Infected and Reunion warriors gripped their weapons, their eyes burning with the flames of war, and launched an overwhelming pursuit of the routed Ursus army!

……

Meanwhile, Quan Duo'er was leading his troops through the burning streets with difficulty. The whistling of mortar shells tearing through the air and the booming of explosions echoed behind the column, shaking the earth.

"That cannon fire... why does it sound so familiar? It sounds like our army's standard artillery!"

As Quan Duoer listened to that familiar yet deadly rhythm, his face instantly turned ashen. A terrifying thought seized him: Could it be that the supplies hadn't been delivered for so long because the batch of military equipment in the factory area had been intercepted by this armed force that appeared out of nowhere?

What angered and horrified him even more was that the sound of battle was deafening from the direction of the elevator shaft behind him, and the large force commanded by Hrag was hot on his heels.

With each cannonball that landed and each spell that struck, he could clearly sense the shared life force of the army being rapidly drained away like a flood.

"How do they still have the energy to chase?! Was the previous bloody battle all an act?! Aren't they seriously injured?!"

Quan Duoer was both shocked and furious, almost bursting with rage. The only way out now was to crush the mysterious "industrial zone troops" in the rear as soon as possible and reclaim the retreat route.

"General! There's a situation ahead!" the scout at the front suddenly reported urgently.

Quan Duo'er's heart skipped a beat. Thinking something had happened, he immediately switched his gaze to the front through the military formation's mental connection. The scene before him and the words shouted from the other side were like two buckets of boiling oil poured on the fire of his anger.

Chapter 380: Quan Duoer's Enrage

From all of Dor's view, a group of figures stood atop a distant high-rise building. They were wearing the standard combat uniforms and armor of the Ursus Border Army.

However, these outfits were worn in a very incongruous manner. Some people even wore the entire garment upside down because the heavy metal pads on their backs, meant to protect against backstabs and crossbow bolts, were so uncomfortable that the pads were pressed against their chests.

A poor imitation.

In the eyes of the entire Dor, this was nothing more than a mob who knew nothing about the Ursus military system, who, dressed in captured military uniforms and equipment, arrogantly thought they could be compared with the regular army.

"All of Dor's troops! Listen up!"

At that moment, a sharp female voice suddenly rang out from the direction of the tall building:

"Your tyranny is over! The Gulag, the industrial zone manager you elected, has been completely overthrown by our workers! The weapons and equipment you forced us to produce at the cost of our lives are now ready to be used to overthrow you!"

"Surrender now, and you'll at least have a decent body! Otherwise, this will serve as an example—fire!"

At her command, a violent explosion rang out almost simultaneously! Dozens of mortar shells whistled down, exploding on the ground in blinding flashes of light and smoke, a truly terrifying sight.

However, upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that in pursuit of the spectacular effect of this salvo, the vast majority of the shells landed on the open ground, with only a few actually hitting the entire Dortmund troop formation.

However, Quan Duo, who had escaped most of the explosions, felt no relief whatsoever. Instead, he was enraged by the clumsy attack and the provocative act of the attackers revealing their identities.

So, it was this woman? And this group of lowly laborers? They actually used weapons produced in their own factory to bomb his rear troops?!

It was this sneak attack and misleading that caused him to misjudge the situation and issue a retreat order, resulting in him missing the crucial opportunity to seize the ground elevator platform. Now he can only be relentlessly pursued and attacked by Hrag's troops like a stray dog.

"Haha! Scared now! You Ursus scoundrels! What goes around comes around! When you were bullying and committing all sorts of evil in Chernobog, did you ever imagine this day would come?"

"Never did you ever imagine that one day, those of us you trampled underfoot, those you regarded as ants, would also be able to bite off a piece of your flesh, block your escape route, and become your executioners!?"

"Still bragging about being a border army? I think it's all talk and no action! Protecting our homes and defending our country? You neither protect our homes nor can you defend our country! All you do is point your weapons at unarmed civilians! Now that we have the same weapons, what right do you have to ride roughshod over us!"

"Finally—that guy named Quan Duoer, I heard he's a major general? Hah… a piece of trash who can't even defend a city! He hasn't dared to utter a single word! So cowardly, does he deserve to be called a 'general'? I think 'Young General Quan' would be more appropriate! What do you say, Young General Quan? Does that name sound good?"

The woman's shrill, mocking voice surged forth, each word a brutal trampling on the most sensitive nerves of the entire Dor. Especially the final, specifically named insult, was like boiling oil poured onto a raging fire, utterly burning away the last vestiges of Dor's reason.

"Attack!!" Quan Duo'er roared, his eyes bloodshot, "Damn it! I'll make these damned slaves experience what it means to wish they were dead!!"

"That Gulag is a complete waste! It can't even control these lowly people, letting them steal my equipment! It's been overthrown and we can't even get a word out! All those shells we just fired, they all hit empty ground!! Those were all my stuff, and they're just being wasted like this!!"

"Kill!! Slaughter all these arrogant, lowly slaves! Leave no one alive!! I'll use their blood to consecrate my flag!!!" You Merlin, you Lin Kong, you Lin Zai Zai, where are you...?

The flames of fury raged across Dor, spreading wildly throughout the entire force through the bond of the "Comrades." The soldiers, already seething with anger from a night of arduous fighting that had failed to capture the target area, were now completely ignited by their commander's violent outburst.

With the order given, the army, consumed by rage, charged toward the tall building like a raging horde of beasts.

"Oh? Is this your answer, General Quan?"

The woman on the high-rise seemed to have expected this, her voice carrying a hint of deliberate smugness:

"That's perfect! Let me show you what artillery fire feels like! Everyone, full power! Fire! Shoot arrows! Even if it's just a lucky shot, we'll still manage to kill a few!"

As soon as she gave the order, a barrage of fire erupted from the high-rise building and the surrounding bunkers! Shells mixed with crossbow bolts formed a deadly rain of bullets, pouring down on the charging soldiers.

However, the soldiers of Dor had already become more vigilant due to the women's shouts.

Quan Duoer looked up and saw that the shared health bar was almost completely still. Seeing that the crossbow bolts that should have been fired at the enemy, and the cannonballs that should have shattered the enemy, were now being easily blocked by his own men like cheap pebbles, even accidentally damaging his precious buildings, a bizarre and extreme rage surged into his heart.

The more "smoothly" the situation progressed, the more his anger burned! This only proved that it was this utterly incompetent rabble that had led him, a dignified major general of the border army, to make such a fatal misjudgment! This humiliation was deeper than any other injury!

"How could I be so easily fooled by a bunch of lowly scum! I'm not going to listen to your babbling and howling anymore! You (Ursus profanity) just wait! I'll tear you to pieces!!"

Regret and rage gnawed at his heart. The order to retreat had been given, and the situation could not be reversed in a short time. If this delay continued, that old bastard Hrag's reinforcements would probably arrive in large numbers.

They had no way to recapture the elevator platform within the limited time. Now, all he could do was use the blood and cries of these lowly slaves to extinguish all his resentment and humiliation from the day!

"Heh, pretty tough, huh? But I had a backup plan! Come on in if you dare, young general! Hahaha—!"

The woman on the high-rise building let out a series of sharp, piercing laughs. Then, she and the other figures around her, also dressed in ill-fitting military uniforms, quickly turned and disappeared at the edge of the rooftop.

This blatant retreat was like pouring cold water into a boiling pot of oil. All Dor watched helplessly as the figure who had insulted him slipped away, and the anger that had been slightly vented during the charge instantly reignited, almost bursting out of his skull!

"Chase them!! Get them, you bastards!!"

Quan Duo roared, his eyes bloodshot, his reason completely consumed by the madness of revenge.

He had never suffered such humiliation before. He could bear being defeated by a veteran like Hrag, but to be defeated by such a clown was more painful than death!

Today, he was determined to strangle that woman with his own hands, no matter what!

……

Meanwhile, the hooded woman who had been mocking them from the high-rise building was now being escorted by several workers and was rapidly retreating along a pre-planned route toward the first pre-planned firing point.

As they ran, one of the workers, panting heavily, asked, "Doctor, that... well, that somewhat exaggerated provocation we just did, will Quan Duo and his men really fall for it? Will they see through it?"

The female PhD student's face was now devoid of the mockery and arrogance she had displayed on the high-rise building; instead, it held an absolute, icy rationality, a calmness that was chilling. She walked briskly, analyzing the situation in a steady, deliberate manner:

"Don't worry, he definitely will. Judging from his plans and fighting style over this period, Quan Duoer is a man who combines the cunning and ambition of a schemer with the deep-rooted arrogance and sense of honor of an old-fashioned military aristocrat."

"This kind of person hates two things the most: first, when his major decision-making mistakes are exposed to his followers and cannot be undone; second, when the inferior people he regards as ants openly trample on the honor he cherishes most."

"In the scene just now, we perfectly achieved both of these points. In addition, he suffered heavy losses today but gained nothing. He desperately needs a brutal victory, a suitable 'sacrifice,' to boost morale and appease the troops. Otherwise, it will be questionable whether the [Comrades] formation can be successfully activated next time."

“Once morale is completely broken, even if he has excellent equipment and soldiers, he is nothing but a rabble and cannot be defeated.”

“And in the end…” the female doctor’s voice carried a hint of cold certainty, “under the pressure from old man Hrag, he had no time to think calmly. He had no choice but to get into this situation, or rather, he had no choice but to get into it.”

As she finished speaking, a barely perceptible, deep, cold glint flashed in the female PhD student's eyes.

Chapter 381: Scheme

It must be said that the female doctor's trap was indeed quite sophisticated. The pre-set defensive positions and the intensity of the crossfire would have made it impossible for ordinary troops under Stonnov to advance, let alone break through, if they had been subjected to such dense arrow rain and artillery fire.

As the female PhD student said, even aimless, random shooting is enough to tear a small unit to shreds.

However, this ambush was merely "somewhat skillful"...

When they collided with the All-Dor Royal Guard, empowered by the special Originium Arts—the [Combined Forces] formation—the problems became glaringly obvious. Without the devastating concentrated firepower of the musketeer squads, their limited firepower was utterly inadequate to stop the charging tide of this iron cavalry.

Therefore, Quan Duoer led his elite troops like a hot knife through butter, breaking through one so-called "ambush" after another carefully laid out by the female doctor.

"Hmph, nothing special!" Quan Duoer sneered inwardly. "Sure enough, the problem isn't with my army and formations. It's the Reunion Movement, and those damned musketeers... their strength is simply beyond human comprehension!"

Comparing the starkly different sense of oppression emanating from the two forces, Quan Duoer instantly realized that the team commanded by the female PhD was the more "normal" level of strength that rebels should possess.

"Infected... just becoming an Infected can make Originium Arts so terrifying?" A chill crept into Quan Dor's heart. "No wonder the Empire has to suppress them with such swift and decisive measures. If these short-lived and dangerous monsters were allowed to surface, wouldn't the entire country have been turned upside down long ago?"

This was the first time he had felt such intense dread towards the infected. Even his battle-hardened frontier elite had nearly perished; the fate of the Empire's other, far weaker forces if they encountered him was predictable!

However, this slight apprehension was fleeting, replaced by a stronger rage and desire for conquest—he now only wanted to grab that woman with his own hands and make her pay for fooling him.