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

Albion was the first to break the silence. She used her powerful flight ability to ascend into the air, her wings slicing through the night.

Then, scorching flames rained down with precision, instantly creating intense firepower suppression on the enemy forces on the ground and drawing the attention of almost all the Ursus soldiers.

"That flying monster is here again! Crossbowmen! Archers! Aim and fire! Shieldbearers, protect the sorcerer ranks! Vanguard and melee units, watch out for the front and flanks, beware of enemy charges!"

The Ursus commander roared at the top of his lungs, quickly organizing his troops for a counterattack, while also immediately realizing that the enemy intended to launch a full-scale attack under the cover of night.

However, although the commander deduced the enemy's intentions, when his soldiers strained to look at the pitch-black wilderness before them, they only felt a deathly silence and nothingness, so dark that they could not catch any trace of the enemy.

Immediately afterwards—

"Da da da da da!"

A sharp and dense burst of gunfire suddenly erupted! Under the precise barrage, the Ursus soldiers in the front ranks fell silently one after another, like stalks of wheat being harvested by an invisible scythe.

"One bullet, one enemy. Tsk... Sigh, what a waste, what a waste..."

A sniper, seething with resentment, calmly aimed his crosshairs at a warlock about to cast a protective spell and pulled the trigger:

"Couldn't those new recruits have improved their accuracy? Watching their bullets hit the rocks in the Gobi Desert is heartbreaking."

"Captain, stop complaining," a teammate said with a wry smile as he quickly changed the magazine for the etched bullets. "We can't envy their resources... Besides, boss, your effective range is much longer than theirs, there's really no need to be jealous."

"Who knows if even better guns will appear later?"

Scout once again activated Originium Arts, activating the Originium circuit in the gunlance, and then locked onto a heavily armored guard.

"If he can produce something like this to arm ordinary citizens, the equipment given to the elites will naturally be even better."

Scout muttered to himself, his eyes revealing an undisguised longing. For a top marksman like Scout, the allure of a high-performance gun was comparable to the unsettling feeling of a captain who had been suppressing his emotions for twenty years returning home to find a comatose JK (high school girl) lying in his bed.

Scout couldn't stand it... He really wanted to touch those guns with his own hands, to feel their construction and texture. Scout's frustration intensified; he wondered if Wang Chong's promise regarding the equipment still stood.

"Hey, if only outcast hadn't been out on a field mission this time, we could have come together."

Scout muttered to himself:

"That guy's reaction was definitely more excited than mine, right? No, it was downright fanatical. After all, for the Sarkaz, if a gun with performance surpassing their Guardian Gun were to appear, the significance behind it... would be extraordinary."

The marksman group's firepower was extremely effective in suppressing the enemy, almost overwhelming the Ursus vanguard and causing them to fall in droves.

But the enemy was not a lamb to the slaughter. After the initial chaos, the surviving Ursus soldiers quickly recovered and began to organize effective counterattacks and tactical evasions, attempting to create distance.

Meanwhile, the sorcerers in the rear gathered their strength and unleashed their prepared, powerful Originium Arts, launching a blind, area-of-effect attack on the firing positions shrouded in "darkness" and impossible to see.

Chapter 395: Each Displays Their Unique Abilities

"Mages, prepare your spell shields!" a calm female voice rang out promptly.

Before the words were even finished, several shimmering magical shields instantly materialized above the musket positions and Rhodes Island's ranged units, barely managing to block the first wave of Originium Arts bombardment.

Immediately afterwards, the female sorceress who issued the command and possessed the characteristics of the Liberi (bird) race also completed her incantation.

As she activated her Originium Arts, the surface of those spell shields was instantly covered with a layer of flowing, deep blue energy, making their defensive strength visibly more solid and stable.

“Well done, Mistery.” Amiya nodded approvingly, then turned to the two elite operators beside her, “Logos, Misery, I’ll leave the offensive to you.”

“Looks like we can try that combo again.” Misery pushed up his tactical goggles, which glowed with an orange-red light, his voice tinged with suppressed anger. “I was really annoyed when someone looked down on me earlier… What do you think, Logos?”

“No objection.” Logos’ reply remained concise. “Resolve it as soon as possible, without giving the enemy a chance to breathe.”

"Okay! I'll go then!"

Before Misery could finish speaking, his figure vanished like a ghost, only to reappear a dozen meters away a moment later.

With a faint popping sound in the air, he moved his position across the battlefield at high speed and in a bizarre manner, almost like "flashing".

This strange spatial fluctuation immediately caught the attention of Wang Chong, who was always in control of the situation. He raised an eyebrow slightly, let out a soft "hmm," and muttered:

"The energy fluctuations of the spatial element... Interesting. There are still users of Originium Arts with such rare attributes on this land."

Wang Chong's gaze followed Misery's flickering figure thoughtfully, as if he were assessing the value and potential behind this ability.

"Misery's specialty is spatial Originium Arts, and the exquisite spatial teleportation he just demonstrated is one of his signature techniques."

Meanwhile, Amiya's voice clearly echoed in Wang Chong's mind. The observant Amiya had noticed the focus of Wang Chong's gaze and offered an explanation at the opportune moment.

"So, what are they planning to do now?"

Wang Chong naturally didn't overlook the actions of the elite operator Logos beside Amiya.

Logos had already closed his eyes and was chanting ancient and obscure incantations in a low voice. His body began to emanate a heart-palpitating energy fluctuation.

As the most talented sorcerer of this generation of Sarkaz banshees, the fact that she needed such a long time to chant and prepare speaks volumes about the power of the spell she was brewing.

Wang Chong keenly sensed that the free Originium energy in the surrounding air began to violently stir and converge, as if being stirred by an invisible giant hand.

He sensed the rapidly rising energy level and immediately concluded, "This intensity is at least at the Breaking Army level..."

"Logos intends to use one of his strongest trump cards."

Amiya's voice rang in Wang Chong's mind again, tinged with solemnity:

"However, spells of this level create a huge disturbance when activated, and their energy signature is extremely obvious, making them easy targets for enemy fire. That's why misery is needed to maintain a sufficient casting distance. But then..."

Amiya paused, then continued, "The range of Logos' Originium Arts is insufficient to directly cover the Ursus enemies behind the lines."

"Therefore, there are usually only two options: either we concentrate our forces and withstand the enemy's frantic counterattack and fire suppression after they discover us, in order to buy time and space for Logos to cast his spell."

"Or, like what Misery is preparing to do now..."

Just then, Logos, who had been chanting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, and two clusters of dark blue flames seemed to ignite instantly in his eyes!

He gracefully and powerfully stretched out his arms, his ten fingers spread, as if pushing open an invisible door in the void, his hands steadily and slowly pulling open to the sides of his body.

hum-

A vast and deep azure domain suddenly appeared, spreading outwards into the sky from a point two hundred meters in front of Logos.

Wang Chong could clearly sense the terrifying energy hidden within the domain, and its target was none other than the battlefield below!

However, the target below this field was not the distant Ursus enemy forces, but rather the Rhodes Island forces advancing forward, the Reunion musketeer squad line, and... that misery that was "blinking" across the battlefield at an astonishing speed!

Wang Chong was not worried at all. He understood, of course, that Logos would not attack the Reunion Movement, after all, Rhodes Island's forces were also within the territory, which was the best proof of that.

He even had the leisure to shout at the Reunion Movement musketeers nearby:

"Hey! People of the Reunion Movement, watch closely, don't think you're the only ones who can deliver a surprising performance."

"That looks great... that move is so cool."

As soon as he finished speaking, Misery flashed several times in succession, his figure soaring into the air like a fish swimming upstream, and actually reached out to touch the azure light screen.

However, a miraculous scene unfolded: after Misery's fingers touched the azure light curtain, it began to be continuously attracted and folded, eventually forming a cube. (The last sentence appears to be a nonsensical string of characters and doesn't translate directly.)

Then, Misery firmly grasped the cube made of pure destructive energy, and using the momentum of her forward thrust, she suddenly spun gracefully in the air.

Like a baseball pitcher, he channeled all his strength into his arm and hurled the energy cube toward the densest area of ​​the Ursus position!

"Something's coming! It's an enemy magical artifact! Quick! Concentrate fire to intercept it!"

The commander in the Ursus position reacted quickly, issuing orders at the top of his lungs.

In an instant, a barrage of crossbow bolts, bullets, and even scattered beams of Originium Arts rained down on the blue cube that was tracing a dazzling path through the air.

"Ha... idiot..."

Witnessing this scene, Misery, who was plummeting rapidly from the sky, let out a low, mocking whisper, as if proclaiming the other party's folly, "The more you attack, the faster you'll die!"

"Captain, watch out!" On the ground, a quick-thinking young Rhodes Island operator shouted anxiously, desperately throwing a thick cushioning pad in the direction Misery predicted the landing point.

boom!

Just as it was about to hit the ground, Misery's figure flickered eerily once more—an extremely subtle, short-distance spatial teleportation instantly counteracted the terrifying inertia of the fall.

He landed steadily in the center of the mat with a dull thud, and then collapsed onto the mat, seemingly exhausted.

"Well done... kid..."

Misery, panting heavily, barely managed to raise one hand and give a weak thumbs-up to the approaching team member, then urged urgently:

"Help me up... let me see... how effective this 'combination technique' really is..."

The young operative rushed forward and struggled to help the somewhat exhausted elite operative to his feet.

Misery steadied himself, his gaze fixed on the Ursus positions, and his signature, slightly wild and unrestrained smile reappeared on his face:

"Heh, these idiots are really brave... I was worried that I might throw it too hard and accidentally put it in the back, but they just went and bombed it randomly, which helped me detonate that thing at the perfect detonation point!"

Just as misery had predicted, when an energy beam fired by an Ursus warlock finally struck precisely the deep blue cube that had flown overhead—

The anticipated magical collision and annihilation did not occur!

Instead, a huge blue sky unfolded instantly after the cube was destroyed.

Chi Chi Chi -!

In the sky, countless slender yet deadly deep blue energy rays appeared out of thin air like a torrential downpour, locking onto every soldier enveloped by them with unparalleled precision.

The rays penetrated their armor without hindrance, instantly igniting their bodies! A chorus of shrill screams erupted as the soldiers writhed in agony, as if they were in a fiery inferno.

Chapter 396: Margaret Nearl

"Quickly! Tear this canopy of sky apart!" Ursus's commander roared, his eyes bloodshot, as he gave the order.

The sorcerers and surviving ranged archers behind the lines immediately turned their fire and unleashed a furious barrage of attacks on the eerie blue sky.

However, a scene that shocked them unfolded:

Whether it's the whistling crossbow bolts, the scorching bullets, or the Originium Arts beams they're so proud of, once they enter the range of this blue sky, their speed suddenly becomes incredibly slow!

Like being trapped in a viscous swamp, it left a long, slow-moving trail of light in the air, its power greatly reduced.

Even more terrifying, not only was the attack slowed down, but the Ursus soldiers within the canopy's range also found it horrifyingly difficult to move! (The last two lines are a nonsensical string of characters and don't translate directly.)

An invisible, viscous, and powerful binding force coiled around their limbs and bones, as if hundreds of invisible threads were binding them tightly, making it impossible for them to move an inch, leaving them only to become live targets for those deadly rays in despair.

"The Sarkaz's Originium Arts... truly live up to their reputation. Their sophistication and power far surpass the straightforward energy rays or elemental fireballs of ordinary races."

Wang Chong, watching from above, nodded slightly when he saw Logos' terrifying domain, which combined multiple characteristics such as cluster attacks, group weakening, and powerful spells.

It can only be said that he is indeed the man who stands at the top of the magic damage ceiling in the game. As for Misery's performance, to be honest, it greatly exceeded Wang Chong's expectations.

He originally thought that Misery would open two spatial rifts like Sakura, allowing his teammates' spells to change direction or even teleport a great distance.

Just like the combined attack that Rin Tohsaka and Sakura used when they fought together against the Heroic Spirit Emiya.

But he didn't expect that in actual operation, it would involve directly folding and compressing other people's spells in space and then throwing them out.

However, Wang Chong quickly realized the reason.

Logos's ultimate attack covered an astonishingly wide area. To construct a passage through spatial rifts to accommodate it would require far too much power, making it far less efficient and practical than Misery's "package delivery" method.

Just look at Misery now; he was so exhausted from simply completing a spatial folding, compression, and throwing of the Logos spell that he had to lie on the cushion to catch his breath and needed someone to help him stand up.

If a large spatial passage were to be forcibly opened, the consequences would likely be unbearable.

"Speaking of which, this combination technique was actually inspired by the two of them during a... well... dodgeball game competition held within Rhodes Island, and it was later developed and applied to actual combat."

Amiya's voice rang out at the right moment, clearing up Wang Chong's confusion, her tone carrying a hint of helpless amusement:

"Well... as a first-time kill, it is indeed very powerful. But once the enemy figurees out the principle and how to use it, and is prepared in advance, this move seems... well, a bit too flashy and 'showy'."

Amiya gave a very fair assessment.

"Battlefield combo techniques learned from dodgeball tournaments?"

A very strange expression appeared on Wang Chong's face, and the corner of his mouth seemed to twitch uncontrollably:

"It's amazing that those two could come up with this idea. Rhodes Island really is... full of talented people, and unconventional."

"...Hehe." Upon hearing this, Amiya could only laugh a few times, a hint of embarrassment on her face, accompanied by a complex expression of helplessness and pride.

The perspective returns to the battlefield. Now, Logos' earth-shattering spell has precisely and fatally struck Ursus's most threatening group of mages.

Seeing their strongest reliance crippled in an instant, Ursus's supreme commander, amidst chaos and panic, finally issued a desperate order for a full retreat.

They realized with despair that the battle had severely weakened their troops, making it difficult to mount an effective counterattack. Further protracted fighting would only result in their complete annihilation.

However, they were unaware that two elite units had already silently outflanked the Ursus army like ghosts, like lurking cheetahs, waiting for their prey to be thrown into disarray and flee in panic before launching a fatal attack.

"Form ranks! Erect the shield wall! Block their retreat and create an opportunity for friendly forces to pursue!"

Ace's powerful voice boomed through the communication channel. His imposing figure stood like a rock in front of the retreating torrent, his massive shield slamming into the ground.

They forcefully rammed the panicked Ursus soldiers, sending them sprawling and overturning, like an insurmountable wall of sighs, blocking their only escape route.

"It's our turn! Brothers, follow me! Use your blades to tear their remaining ranks apart!"