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

Almost simultaneously, the Sentinel Master Sharp's battle-ready growl rang out. He immediately led a squad of elite Sentinels, one hand holding a sturdy riot shield to protect his vitals, the other gripping a gleaming steel blade, and charged into the Ursus rout like a tiger unleashed.

Then, Feng Ren took the lead, moving with lightning speed, his blade slicing through deadly arcs. He single-handedly tore through the enemy's hastily assembled defenses as easily as a hot knife through butter.

When faced with the Ursus heavy guards who tried to stop him, their proud heavy tower shields were as thin as paper in front of him, and were instantly cleaved in two by the incomparably sharp steel blades!

However, just as the blade was rampaging through the enemy ranks, seemingly unstoppable, a deadly sense of crisis suddenly struck!

An Ursus warlock, who had narrowly escaped the effects of the Logos spell and was lurking in the shadows at the back, had already witnessed the immense threat posed by the blade.

He silently gathered powerful Originium energy and, under the desperate cover of the other fleeing soldiers, quietly approached within effective firing range.

A chilling killing intent locked onto the invincible figure ahead. A fierce glint flashed in the warlock's eyes, and the destructive energy that had been brewing in his palm was about to burst forth!

"Prepare to die, you bandits!"

The warlock grinned maliciously and thrust the accumulated Originium spells towards the back of the blade!

Edge, however, clearly sensed the threat; his keen war instincts told him he was in danger, and he instantly turned and raised his shield. But could such a makeshift shield truly withstand a sneak attack?

"Shhhhh-"

At this critical moment, three sharp, piercing whistles tore through the battlefield's clamor. Three streaks of light shot towards them with incredible precision, almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

The first two arrows, as if they possessed a life of their own, struck the deadly beam of magical energy precisely!

"Boom!" A blinding light exploded, and the violent energy collision created a small shockwave. The warlock's deadly sneak attack was largely neutralized by these two arrows.

The remaining impact struck the riot shield that the Blade had just raised, producing a dull thud, but ultimately failed to shake its solid defensive stance. This prevented the Blade from being caught off guard and exploited by surrounding enemies to launch a counterattack.

The third arrow, following closely behind, was like the precise strike of death. In the instant before the sorcerer was terrified and had no time to react, it pierced through his fragile defenses and mercilessly entered his throat!

The warlock's eyes widened in disbelief and a rapidly spreading shadow of death. He died without understanding why, despite launching the fatal sneak attack, he was the one who fell.

"Thanks, Stormeye!" Blade steadied himself and shouted without turning his head, knowing all too well the owner of this iconic "three-star combo" arrow technique.

"Don't be so reckless, Blade! With your suicidal fighting style, you'll get yourself killed sooner or later!"

Storm Eye's calm voice came through the communicator, tinged with a hint of helplessness. He was currently occupying a high vantage point, the bowstring humming continuously in his hand.

With each draw of the bow, three arrows are released! Even more astonishing is that, with the enhancement of his superb Originium Arts, each physical arrow can split again during flight, transforming into two pure energy arrows!

In an instant, arrows rained down like locusts, weaving a vast, all-encompassing net of death. His mopping-up operation was so efficient that it even surpassed the firepower coverage of an ordinary musket squad.

"Ha! What can I do? I've always been involved in this kind of dangerous special operations, and I guess I'll never be able to break this habit!"

With a loud laugh, full of heroic spirit, before his words had even finished, he had already transformed into a deadly whirlwind, fiercely charging into the enemy ranks and beginning a new, even more ferocious charge.

On the left flank of the battlefield, the offensive was almost entirely dominated by Rhodes Island's most elite melee assault squad.

Wang Chong's sharp eyes swept across the chaotic battlefield, even catching sight of Margaret Nearl, one of the Apostle Trio. She, too, was leading the charge, guiding a squad of warriors in a fierce assault.

However, Wang Chong frowned slightly, sensing something unusual. He noticed that Nearl's performance today was far less impressive than that of other elite operators like Blade and Ace.

The most striking point is that, despite the intensity of the battle, he has yet to see Nearl use her renowned Originium Arts from the Kazimierz family—that iconic, dazzling "light."

Amiya followed Wang Chong's gaze and her heart skipped a beat, realizing something was wrong.

This teacher is good in every way; her wisdom and strength are unfathomable. The only flaw is that she is "lustful," which seems to be a label engraved in her bones and is extremely conspicuous.

Before the war began, she specifically instructed Nearl privately not to use her dazzling Originium Arts unless absolutely necessary.

The reason for this suggestion is twofold: firstly, the dazzling light of the light source is out of place in the current dark and foggy environment, making it easy to reveal one's location.

As for the second reason... it's naturally to avoid Miss Linguang's dashing and radiant demeanor being noticed by her teacher, thus avoiding "trouble."

But to everyone's surprise, the teacher's discerning gaze still managed to pinpoint Miss Rinko's figure amidst the chaotic mass of soldiers...

"Sigh, I can only pray that the teacher is just curious and doesn't have any other intentions..." Amiya prayed silently in her heart.

However, what she didn't know was that Wang Chong had already heard her "thoughtful" words clearly and without missing a single one.

After all, Wang Chong had already implanted the power of black mist into Amiya's body, making it incredibly easy for him to spy on Amiya's thoughts and feelings.

"This little girl is getting more and more cunning..." A barely perceptible smile appeared on Wang Chong's lips as he chuckled to himself. "Besides, am I really that bad in her eyes?" He shook his head helplessly.

Chapter 397: The Slightly Redundant Reserves

To be fair, if Presy hadn't turned Amiya and Theresa into that state of uncontrollable desire and pushed them in front of him, he might not have accepted them so quickly.

His special attention to Nearl stemmed purely from curiosity; he wanted to witness the legendary "kira☆~kira☆~" Originium Arts in actual combat.

So, Wang Chong, with a playful smile, asked Amiya directly through their mental link:

“Amiya, if I’m not mistaken, that blonde Kuranta who’s fighting right now… shouldn’t that be the former uncrowned champion of the Kazimierz Grand Knight Tournament, the Radiant Knight—Margaret Nearl?”

"Huh?!" Amiya was clearly not expected that Wang Chong could so readily reveal Nearl's hidden past. Her eyes widened in surprise, and even her telepathic communication was affected. "Teacher... you actually know about Miss Nearl's past?"

"Heh, don't underestimate my intelligence network."

Wang Chong chuckled lightly, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance:

"I know just as many secrets about this land as that old lynx. There are few truly talented people on this continent that I don't know. Otherwise, do you think my talk of conquering all of Terra is just empty rhetoric?"

His words revealed a profound and unfathomable depth of knowledge.

"An old...old lynx?"

However, Amiya didn't pay attention to what Wang Chong said next; instead, her attention was instantly drawn to this peculiar nickname.

Several figures flashed through her mind, and she finally pinpointed a person with a stern face and sharp, piercing eyes. She couldn't help but smile awkwardly to herself.

It seems my teacher has a deep-seated prejudice against Dr. Kal'tsit.

"If I remember correctly, the Originium Arts of the Margaret family have the most dazzling and impressive 'radiance' characteristic."

Wang Chong ignored Amiya's inner thoughts and steered the conversation back to the main point, his tone probing:

"But what's strange is... even after the battle has progressed this far, why hasn't she used that Originium Arts?"

"Uh... this..." Meimei wants to know if Meilin is there...

Amiya's heart tightened. Her prepared explanation seemed somewhat weak under the teacher's all-knowing gaze. She forced herself to remain calm and explained:

"Perhaps it's because... to coordinate with your surprise attack tactic using the black mist, using overly dazzling Originium Arts would easily expose our overall deployment?"

Amiya's voice betrayed a hint of barely perceptible guilt.

"Oh? Is that so?" Wang Chong raised an eyebrow noncommittally, his gaze deep. "But now that the main battlefield has fully commenced, with the enemy and our forces intertwined, this little bit of light... doesn't seem to pose much of a threat, does it?"

He stroked his chin, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and said:

"It seems that our Radiant Knight... needs a little 'stimulation' to truly bring out her brilliance."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Wang Chong severed his telepathic communication with Amiya, seemingly beginning to communicate with commanders on other battlefields. Not long after, on the right flank of the battlefield, a sudden change occurred!

Boom!!!

With a deafening roar, as if a volcano had erupted, a colossal giant made of pure flames rose from the ground!

It gripped a greatsword engulfed in raging hellfire. With a mere casual swing, it unleashed a monstrous heatwave and destructive sword energy, turning swathes of Ursus soldiers into charred remains as if harvesting wheat fields!

This is precisely when Surtr unleashed her iconic, incomparably ferocious lava giant.

The Ursus soldiers who attempted to attack Surtr were firmly blocked by three figures as solid as rocks.

Skadi, wielding a greatsword and standing as silent as a mountain, unleashed a tremendous force with each swing, causing the earth to tremble.

Wielding a terrifying chainsaw and with eyes flashing with frenzied battle lust, the Specter Shark wreaked havoc among the enemy ranks.

Arcueid, with her ghostly agility, precisely intercepted any who tried to get close to Surtr.

Together, the three formed an impenetrable barrier around the central fire giant. Whether it was the guards trying to advance, or the crossbow bolts, spells, or even cannon fire, they were all stopped by the three.

Even these three were also reaping the lives of those Ursus soldiers.

"Instructor Doberman..."

On the right flank of the battlefield, reserve operator Fang looked at the scene before her, which resembled a battle between gods and demons, her voice tinged with a hint of disbelief and bitterness:

"Why do I feel like...we're completely superfluous here?"

It wasn't just Finn who felt this way; almost all the reserve team members shared the same sentiment.

Although they, led by Dobermann and Red Bean, formed the right flank of the attack alongside Surtr's squad, their combined efforts were as insignificant as fireflies compared to the raging fire giants and the sweeping deep-sea hunters in the center.

"Don't underestimate yourself, Fen."

Instructor Dubin's voice remained steady and powerful, though a hint of shock also flickered in the depths of her eyes.

She patted Fen on the shoulder, both to comfort her teammate and to convince herself:

"Witnessing the fighting style of the strong and feeling the power at this level is a valuable experience in itself. Remember this moment well, as it will become a cornerstone on your future path of growth."

"Remember, as long as you keep honing your skills and never give up, one day you will also possess your own powerful strength."

Dubin's gaze swept over the other reserve team members, who also showed shock and longing.

"Instructor Doberman..."

Finn swallowed hard, pointing to the silver-haired figure in the center of the battlefield—a figure whose mere swing of his greatsword had caused the solid ground to tremble violently like water, creating surging waves of earth—his voice filled with uncertainty:

"Will we... really one day reach that... monstrous level of power?"

Dobermann looked in the direction Finn pointed and saw Skadi's ferocious fighting posture, which completely exceeded human limits and resembled an ancient behemoth, and remained silent for a moment.

Her resolute face eventually softened into a barely perceptible sigh. There truly is an insurmountable chasm between the ordinary and the exceptionally talented.

Having gone through countless battles and made unimaginable efforts, I can only reach the level of instructor. Compared with those true elite operators and the Reunion Movement core members who are like walking natural disasters, the gap is so vast!

At this moment, Dobermann finally understood the profound meaning of the strategic deployment: why their reserve squad was arranged to fight alongside the leaders of the Reunion Movement and Amiya's squad.

Because, in essence, under the protection of superhuman combat power like Surtr, Skadi, Specter, and Arcueid, the risks they face are minimized—this is both a form of protection and a valuable learning opportunity.

At the same time, Ace and his team, who were commanding the operation on the left flank, were also drawn to the sudden, catastrophe-like scene that erupted on the right flank.

With a single axe stroke, he sent an enemy flying. He glanced briefly at the colossal, towering fire giant and gasped in astonishment over the communication channel:

"Hey... those guys from Reunion, even if you look at them again now, they're still ridiculously strong! Ace, if it were a pure strength contest, what do you think would happen if you were to fight those three?"

"This...it's not easy to draw a conclusion so easily."

Ace's calm voice rang out, accompanied by the muffled thud of a shield blocking a heavy blow, and he continued:

"I can certainly do things like splitting mountains and shaking the earth with my Originium Arts and equipment. But..."

Ace paused for a moment, then assessed the situation with a hint of caution:

"Like them, they integrate such terrifying power into every seemingly casual slash as naturally as breathing, as if it were not a burden, but a part of their body... Well, to be honest, this makes me also want to find an opportunity to truly test where the limits of my own power are."

"Really?!" Sharp Blade's voice was filled with surprise. "You're the undisputed strongest on Rhodes Island! Even you're not entirely confident you can defeat them in pure strength?"

"It's nothing, there are always people better than you." Ace laughed, not really caring about the outcome of the match.

"And what about you, Nearl? As another top-tier female fighter, if you were to spar with her, what do you think your chances of winning would be?"

Seeing that he couldn't get a definite answer from Ace, he changed the subject and threw the question to another powerful person in the communication channel.

"boom!"

However, he was met with a heavy, blunt sound.

As Lin Guang maintained her efficient killing rhythm on the battlefield, she calmly used her shield to deflect an incoming spear, while simultaneously swinging her heavy warhammer with lightning speed, smashing the Ursus elite's heavy armor and torso into a dent and deformed shape.

After delivering the attack, Nearl clearly spoke into her headset:

"Me?" Her voice was calm and confident, carrying the pride unique to a Kazimierz knight. "I feel... it's about even. In real combat, who knows the final outcome until you've fought?"

While continuing to fight, Lin Guang calmly analyzed the battlefield on the right flank:

"However, those two silver-haired ladies, their fighting style... is very special. They are wide-ranging and powerful, but their moves do not seem to be designed for human combat."

"On the contrary, those massive, wild slashing movements are more like... well, an instinct honed from long-term battles with some kind of extremely large and terrifying monster. Of course, they are perfectly suited for clearing out enemies on a large-scale battlefield like this."

“Therefore…” Lin Guang’s voice carried a rational judgment, “If it were a one-on-one contest against those two silver-haired ladies, I would be confident that I could outmaneuver them and find an opportunity to win, relying on my skills and experience.”

"On the contrary, that blonde woman who looks just like me... tsk."

However, Lin Guang abruptly changed the subject, his tone becoming serious, and he even clicked his tongue, revealing an unusual solemnity:

"I have never seen such pure, wild and instinctive killing techniques. Every strike is precise and deadly, without the slightest unnecessary movement, as if it can precisely dismember and separate a person."

"To be honest, the almost tangible sense of oppression emanating from that blonde lady was one of the strongest I've ever faced. Frankly... I had no confidence in defeating her."

Nearl readily acknowledged Arcueid's power.

Chapter 398: The Radiant Knight

"...Yes, I feel the same way. The killing intent emanating from that blonde lady was purer and more chilling than the other two ladies, as if she was born to kill."