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

"This will completely pin him and his main border army on the southern battlefield, especially in a protracted struggle against our Chernobog!"

Wang Chong pressed his palm heavily on Qiecheng's spot, adding:

"By then, the entire massive force of the Southern Third Army will be firmly tied down in this quagmire of the southern cities. Prince Baikal will never give up this southern region for the sake of his ambitions."

Chapter 385: A Brief Respite

The team leaders listened attentively, their eyes sparkling with excitement and agreement, and nodded silently.

"I know. All of you here, and your brothers, have been holding your breath and carrying a heavy burden in your hearts lately."

Wang Chong's voice lowered, carrying a hint of heaviness:

"Because we focused our efforts and resources on Chernobyl, we could only stand by and watch as other cities suffered bloody repression, unable to attend to their needs. This was destined to be a heart-wrenching sacrifice and choice."

“Even…we have many brothers from the Reunion Movement whose remains are still scattered in the streets and alleys of those cities, uncollected…” The meeting room was filled with solemnity.

"But precisely because of this, the burden on our shoulders is even heavier! We must carry the legacy and expectations of our fallen comrades and ensure that every single southern city in the eastern region of the Ursus Empire is liberated!"

Wang Chong's voice suddenly rose, filled with power and determination. He looked around at everyone, and after confirming the resolute expressions of each team leader, he nodded.

Then, Wang Chong pointed to the city of Chern on the map again:

"Chestra will be the starting point of our prairie fire! It has Ursus's top industrial zone, which will be developed into the core production base for our war reserve resources."

"And the million citizens of Chernobyl, through these days of blood and fire, have demonstrated their unwavering determination and fearless awareness to live and die alongside our Reunion Movement. They will eventually join our ranks and fight alongside us to liberate our many compatriots."

"In the end... we will repay them in kind, with a tooth for a tooth! We will utterly and cleanly annihilate the Third Army, which has attempted to extinguish the flames of revolution and is stained with the blood of our compatriots!"

Wang Chong's voice was like thunder, and his inspiring words ignited a fierce fighting spirit in everyone's eyes.

"Now, let's deploy the next action plan!" Wang Chong got back to the point, his tone decisive. "Although Quan Duoer has fled back to the inner city, his most elite forces have been almost completely wiped out, and his morale has plummeted. It's only a matter of time before the inner city is captured by us, and it won't be long!"

Then Wang Chong looked at Yegor and said:

"Yegor, among the many branches in the south, your prestige and influence are the greatest, which shows that you have done the best job in mobilizing the citizens. Therefore, I am very confident in entrusting you with the important task of mobilizing the citizens of Chechen and organizing militia training."

Wang Chong then added:

"For specific details, you can contact Zao Lu, who is good at organization and publicity. She will fully cooperate with you."

"This time, we will share the Reunion Movement's combat experience, organizational methods, and fundamental knowledge with the citizens without reservation! Let every Chernobog resident become a warrior capable of defending their homeland and loved ones!"

"Yes, teacher! I guarantee I will complete the mission!" Yegor stood up abruptly, straight as a javelin, and replied in a loud and firm voice.

"As for the other team leaders, I will also need your cooperation in training the militia during this period."

"Because each of you focuses on different branches of the military and has different areas of expertise, I hope you can make the training of the troops more professional. Train more elite troops with professional characteristics, just like you have been doing all along."

Wang Chong's gaze swept over each team leader present, his tone steady and forceful:

"At the same time, you must do your utmost to assist in establishing a solid urban defense line and a crucial outer defense line."

He paused slightly, his eyes sharpening, and emphasized:

"Although we have achieved a partial victory in our battle against the Alldor border forces, it is far from over. The remnants of the enemy still occupy the inner city, and the threat remains."

"Therefore, we must improve the city's defense system inside and outside the city as soon as possible, as this is related to the future safety and stability of Chern City. In particular, the clearing out of the inner city must be put on the agenda. We must eliminate all the remaining forces of Quandor as soon as possible, completely remove this thorn, and cut off any future troubles!"

Wang Chong's words resonated deeply, and the generals nodded in agreement, their expressions solemn.

"Yes!" the team leaders responded in unison, their voices strong and clear, conveying a firm commitment to execution.

……

The war council ended, and the generals filed out. Lecce couldn't help but sigh, muttering a complaint to Red beside him:

"Well, my jinx really came true. Next, I'm afraid we'll have to work with the construction team to dig soil, carry stones, and pour cement to build the fortifications."

"Alright, stop complaining."

Reid chuckled and patted Lecce on the shoulder, offering a word of advice succinctly from someone who'd been there all along:

“I understand you come from a wandering knight-errant background and are more accustomed to the freedom and unrestrained combat. But since you've chosen to join the Reunion Movement, you have to integrate into our team culture. Building fortifications and constructing defenses are compulsory courses for us Reunion warriors, an essential part of our training!”

The two left the conference room side by side, talking as they went.

This scene was clearly witnessed by Wang Chong, who remained in the conference room. Watching the last two team leaders depart, his eyes revealed a mixture of relief and expectation, and he murmured to himself:

"Yes, although the southern branches are not as well-established or powerful as the central branches, they have grown up. Each branch now has a capable representative and competent officers. This situation... is very good."

At this moment, Arcueid, who had been quietly waiting to the side, yawned lazily, leaned closer to Wang Chong with a somewhat bored expression, and asked in a coquettish tone:

"If that's the case, then we can completely entrust the development to them with peace of mind, and then Darling, you'll have more time to spend with us?"

Arcueid's slender fingers twirled a strand of golden hair, her tone tinged with weariness and dissatisfaction:

"I'm getting tired of this world that lacks 'ether'. When are we finally going home?"

Wang Chong turned around, took her hand reassuringly, and explained gently:

"It will be soon. Once we have completely crushed the Ursus Third and Fourth Armies and truly taken control of the entire Eastern Region, we will be able to connect the ether of our world here."

"At that time, the follow-up matters can be left to Lia, or other partners who are determined to conquer this world, and that will be enough."

"How much longer exactly?" Arcueid cupped her face in her hands, her golden eyes fixed on Wang Chong, and pressed for an answer.

Wang Chong pondered for a moment, then gave a range:

"It might take at least a month or two, or at the latest... it might have to wait until the end of the world."

Then Wang Chong changed the subject and added:

"However, converted to the time flow rate of Chaldea, it would only be about ten days to a little over a month. Even at that point, they probably haven't even started their attack on the next singularity yet."

“Oh, I see…” Arcueid counted on her fingers and said as if she had just realized something, “So it seems that almost a year has passed since you came into this world, Darling.”

“Yes…” Wang Chong couldn’t help but sigh, his gaze fixed on the rising sun outside the window, as if he could see the passage of time. “In this world, almost a year has passed without us even realizing it.”

“Irisviel and the others… I guess they’ve been missing you a lot lately, right? After all, you’ve been so busy that you haven’t even had a chance to go back to the Dimensional House.” Arcueid’s voice softened, carrying a hint of longing.

"And Jeanne d'Arc Alter and the others... I wonder how things are on the northern front now." Her tone revealed a hint of concern and a touch of melancholy.

"You seem..." Wang Chong keenly noticed the subtle change in her emotions, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked with a probing smile, "... unusually... sentimental?"

"Yes?"

Arcueid readily admitted it, leaning forward slightly, her delicate face close to Wang Chong's, her crimson eyes sparkling with a mixture of reproach and anticipation.

"Why am I so sentimental? Surely someone can guess? I've been waiting for your explanation for a very, very long time!" She drawled, her tone slightly coquettish.

Seeing that Wang Chong hadn't stopped her for a while, she became even bolder and took a step forward, almost nestling into his arms, her breath sweet and her voice alluring:

“Also, my magic is almost depleted. Now that everything's alright for the time being, you can rest for a bit…” Arcueid tilted her head back, looking directly into Wang Chong’s eyes, her tone leaving no room for argument, “So, shouldn’t we replenish our magic, darling?”

Chapter 386: The Last Struggle

Looking at the undisguised desire of the beauty in his arms, Wang Chong helplessly curled his lips, a doting smile spreading across his eyes.

His broad, calloused hand gently stroked Arcueid's firm, supple thigh skin as he spoke softly:

“Okay, let’s find a quiet place first… Just like you said, I haven’t had time to go back to the Dimensional House lately, it’s time to go see Irisviel and the others…”

"no!"

Before she finished speaking, Arcueid, like a cat guarding its food, suddenly tightened her arms and pressed herself even closer to Wang Chong, her golden hair brushing against his chin, her tone filled with a spoiled possessiveness.

"You promised to replenish my mana only! Darling, don't even think about using that as an excuse to run away! Anyway, you can easily create a soundproof space with your black mist power!"

Arcueid tilted her head back, her crimson eyes gleaming with undeniable light in the dim light. Before she could finish speaking, her soft, moist lips covered hers with irresistible passion.

Slender fingers moved deftly and quickly, untying each other's clothes. The soft clasping of metal buckles and the rustling of fabrics were particularly clear in the quiet command room.

Wang Chong smiled, knowing her stubbornness, and said no more. With a slight thought, a thick, pure black mist spread from his body as if it were a living thing, quickly intertwining and expanding to form a huge, black "cocoon" that isolated the two of them, gently and completely enveloping them.

Then, Wang Chong used his arm to support the soft body in his arms. With a slight movement, the two of them appeared in the lounge inside the conference room as if by teleportation, propelled by the black mist.

The door was silently closed and locked by an invisible force, and now they could finally do whatever they wanted.

Arcueid's rapid breaths, carrying a sweet fragrance, wafted around Wang Chong's neck. She entwined herself around him like a vine, her cool, delicate skin pressed against his burning chest, trembling slightly.

Her fingertips traced his taut back, sending a slight shiver through her. Wang Chong's hands roamed over her smooth back, finally encircling her slender waist and pressing her closer to him.

Soon, only the suppressed, rapid breathing filled the lounge, making hearts race. In the darkness, limbs were tightly intertwined, the burning heat between skin to skin, and the deep-seated demands and responses between lips and tongues, each touch seeming to ignite a spark.

In the end, the blush-inducing panting dissipated into the black mist, and only Arcueid and Wang Chong could savor and enjoy the enchanting sounds.

……

After a blissful and exhausting experience, the two lay in each other's arms on the cramped bed in the lounge for a short rest. Arcueid curled up in Wang Chong's arms, her long golden hair cascading down like a waterfall, with a few strands of sweat clinging to her smooth forehead and her still-rosy cheeks.

She sighed contentedly, like a lazy cat, her cheek unconsciously nuzzling against his strong chest, and drifted off to sleep. Outside the window, the morning passed quietly in this rare, tender moment, tinged with the afterglow of passion.

Once he confirmed that Arcueid's breathing was steady, Wang Chong's consciousness sank into the depths.

"System, please calculate my reputation points earned this night." He gave the command in his mind.

"Ding—Your main quest [Conquer Terra] has been updated. The progress of the first stage quest objective 3 [Gentlemen, I Love War] is as follows:"

The current cumulative number of enemy troops eliminated in Ursus is approximately 1.

Because you've triggered the triple reputation bonus, you'll gain a total of 3 reputation. Your current total reputation is approximately 73.6.

"Well, at least we've recouped the cost of the etched bullets." Wang Chong nodded slightly in his mind, somewhat satisfied with the result.

"Territorial control is more important than reputation points."

The system notified him, his voice as calm as ever:

"Once the remaining influence of Dor and his border forces is completely eradicated from Chernobyl, the objective of sub-objective 2, 'Establish a stable base of 10,000 square kilometers,' will be achieved. At that time, you will unlock all the rewards for that objective."

"To be honest, the most effective ways to improve my current strength are skill upgrade cards and random jars. Villain points... don't seem to be in any particularly urgent need for the time being."

Wang Chong analyzed his own condition and said to the system in his mind:

"With my current level of power, even if I returned to the FGO world, I could basically do whatever I wanted, except for those few beings who are above average and the overpowered Goetia."

Having said that, he felt Arcueid's soft body and even breathing in his arms, and his thoughts drifted away:

……

Chernobog's inner city, the general's command post

Quan Duo sat stiffly in the armchair, his bloodshot eyes staring intently at the peeling paint on the ceiling, as if hoping to see through it into a beautiful dream of returning to the past.

However, a piercing, burning pain shot through his left cheek. The charred flesh clung to the bandages, and every tiny twitch felt like the most vicious mockery, mercilessly pulling him back to the cold reality.

He lost… utterly defeated. What he found even more unacceptable was that those who dragged him down from his pedestal and plunged him into the mire were the three types of people he had despised most in his life: lowly laborers, filthy infected… and… women!

The elite troops who had followed him in countless battles were now reduced to ashes, less than a tenth remaining, lying in charred remains in a deep pit outside the city. And the enemy? That old bastard Hrag's forces, and that filthy infected bandit army, seemed unscathed!

Now, all the main routes connecting Chernobog to the outside world are firmly controlled by Helag's underground forces like an iron clamp. Chernobog has now become a truly terrifying isolated island that could cost the entire Dorr clan their lives.

As for attempting a forced breakout? That was utterly delusional. Quan Duoer knew all too well the terrifying power of that musketeer squad.

Without the miraculous life-sharing and damage-spreading effects of the [Comrades] army formation, his remaining troops would be harvested like straw in the face of the metal storm composed of etched bullets!

A direct assault would be tantamount to suicide!

"General...General, please eat something and rest for a while."

Stonnov, holding a nearly untouched plate, urged in a hoarse voice, his eyes filled with worry:

“If you don’t eat or drink like this… the brothers are counting on you to lead us out of here. If this continues, you’ll be…”

"Eat?! How can you expect me to eat this?!"

Quan Duo suddenly erupted, his pent-up anger and despair instantly breaking through the dam of reason. He slammed his fist hard on the solid wood table in front of him!

"Bang—Crack!"

The thick tabletop shattered with a crash, sending splinters flying everywhere! Sharp splinters pierced his uninjured palm, and bright red blood gushed out instantly, dripping down the edge of the table to the ground with a dull "tap, tap" sound.

He seemed oblivious to the pain, staring intently at the devastation, his voice distorted with extreme rage:

“I promised them! I would lead my brothers back to Saint-Germain Castle! I would take back everything we lost! But now—! They’re all lying in that damned pit! It was me…it was me who led them to their deaths!”

"General... things have come to this, the blood of our brothers... cannot be shed in vain!"

Stonnov, fighting back his grief, spoke with a choked voice but with unwavering resolve:

"The dead cannot be brought back to life... The brothers who are still alive still need you! Although morale is low, we all still believe that only you, General... can lead us to a way out!"

After a long and earnest persuasion from Stonnov, Zhodor's violently heaving chest finally calmed down, and the raging anger in his eyes was replaced by a deeper, almost deathly, weariness.

The current situation is a dead end. He remained silent for a long time, finally shaking his head heavily, his voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping:

"Now... we can only hope for reinforcements... but without elite troops, and unable to activate the [Comrades] formation, we have no chance against Helag's musketeers..."