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

"It must be those damned thugs in the city attacking again. They always launch surprise attacks at night, and it's been like this for three days in a row. Everyone's gotten used to it."

The one who answered "scout" was a squad leader from a musket squad.

"Judging from your tone, these Ursus soldiers seem to have done a lot of atrocities in Chernobog?" Scout's heart skipped a beat. Although he had already heard Wang Chong describe the situation in Chernobog at the meeting, he still wanted to verify whether it was true.

When someone asked about the events in Qiecheng, the musketeers started talking non-stop, recounting their experiences during that period, mostly their own personal stories combined with what Wang Chong had said.

This shows that Wang Chong was not lying. In fact, Scout could clearly feel the respect these Chernobog residents had for the Reunion Movement, the underground infected, and leaders like Wang Chong.

This scene wasn't just happening at Scout's place; the other Rhodes Island operators who were traveling with the Gunlance Team were all listening to the story of what was happening in Chernobog.

"Things are gradually getting better now. Order is being restored, and the citizens are getting what they need. Stability is gradually being restored. Once we crush those thugs and take back what belongs to the people of Chernobog, we can go back to our old lives."

"That's what one of the gunners said."

"Can we really go back to our old lives? But you're already fighting against the nation's army... What if Ursus sends even more troops then..."

Fen couldn't help but ask.

"Then let's fight, what are we afraid of... When those beasts treated us like that, where were the national leaders? Where was the army?... Oh, wasn't the army just leading the way in oppressing us, not valuing the lives of ordinary people?"

One member angrily said:

“Young lady, when you experience being forced into a corner, you will naturally understand why we people of Chernobog have chosen this path.”

Finn was speechless for a moment, but when she recalled how she and her companions were suddenly surrounded by the Ursus Empire's army and faced life and death, and how her team members were injured one after another, she suddenly understood why these people hated those army groups so much.

Gradually, a wave of change is subtly influencing every Rhodes Island operator who comes into contact with them through the words of these gunner squad members.

In particular, the veteran captains of these gunnery squads were people who had been enlightened by the ideology of the Reunion Movement, and it just so happened that the Rhodes Island operators had also read the contents of the Reunion Movement's propaganda brochures to some extent.

Therefore, the transformative victory resulting from the combination of theory and practice planted a seed in the heart of every Rhodes Island operator. Even the most experienced elite operators were inevitably influenced by it.

"Such a terrifying influence, yet there are no Originium Arts techniques involved. It's more about winning people's hearts and minds... But that's precisely why it's so terrifying... Are they planning to uproot Rhodes Island?"

While these people were discussing, an inconspicuous figure, unnoticed by anyone, moved back and forth like an ordinary passerby, listening to their conversation.

This is Ascalon, whose skills allow her to appear as insignificant as a mayfly in the eyes of others. Not that she is invisible, but rather that she eliminates the need for others to pay attention to her.

In simpler terms, it means lowering your profile so that people won't notice you.

Relying on this skill, she became Rhodes Island's most outstanding bodyguard, responsible for protecting Rhodes Island, especially Amiya's safety. (The remaining text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the initial statement.)

Now, she didn't go directly to follow Wang Chong, because she knew very well that if she continued to follow that man, it would be only a matter of time before she was discovered.

They were on their way to Chernobog, and nothing important was going to happen along the way. Continuing to follow that man would not bring any obvious benefits and would only make it easier to expose themselves.

Therefore, she decided to start with the Reunion Movement to see if she could obtain information about that man.

What was unexpected was that these Reunion Movement members were no pushovers either. They actually managed to subtly influence Rhodes Island's operators to increasingly embrace Reunion's ideals.

"If only I had been on Rhodes Island when those brochures were being distributed... otherwise I would never have let such things spread throughout Rhodes Island."

Ascalon thought to himself.

She had, of course, read the contents of that brochure. Even she couldn't find any fault with it, and was even attracted by its ideas. One could say that the more idealistic one is, the more easily they are drawn to its content.

Unfortunately, she was perhaps too stubborn; she longed for the kingdom that Princess Theresa had described. She only recognized Amiya, the heir entrusted to her by Theresa.

However, this does not mean that Ascalon will necessarily target the Reunion Movement. She simply does not want Rhodes Island to lose more people, and her actions are only directed at her own side, nothing more.

But just now, during the meeting, that man uttered two names he should never have: W and Theresis. This made her suspect that this infected organization, and even Wang Chong, might be Theresis's pawns.

She absolutely cannot allow Rhodes Island to be destroyed by Theresis again; she must protect Amiya and Rhodes Island no matter what.

As Ascalon moved through the crowd, gathering information, unaware that a wisp of black mist silently clung to her from behind, its eyes constantly watching her every move.

"Heh, they're much smarter this time, knowing they can't get close for now." After confirming Ascalon's location through the black mist's perspective, Wang Chong felt temporarily relieved.

He wasn't worried at all that the civilians or the gunners would reveal any information about him. After all, the only people who had ever been intimate with him were those who had seen his true self.

"System, please calculate my reputation points for this time," Wang Chong said calmly.

"Ding—The 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 5000.

Because you've triggered the triple reputation bonus, you'll gain a total of 1.5 reputation. Your current total reputation is approximately 75.1.

"Wow, I didn't expect to wipe out half of the troops in one fell swoop. It seems that Chernobog doesn't need to worry about the Ursus reinforcements coming from the outside. All of Dor can die in Chernobog."

Wang Chong smiled faintly.

"Once Chernobog becomes the territory of the Reunion Movement, your mission objective 2 will be fully achieved, and you can claim a large reward."

The system cheerfully reminded:

"Furthermore, the reputation points we just gained are only from the Ursus enemy troops who died outside the city. In fact, reputation points are also being steadily gained inside Chernobog. However, the battle is not over yet, so the statistics are still being compiled."

"It seems that Quan Duoer has received news of the defeat of the support force outside the city. He knows that he can no longer hold out. Once he can't escape from Chern, this place will become his graveyard."

Wang Chong looked in the direction of Qiecheng and said with slightly narrowed eyes:

"With flames raging in the city, it seems that Zao Lu has taken my words to heart and has made sufficient preparations. Judging from the feedback from the Black Mist, they have likely won a great victory."

Just as Wang Chong said, at this moment, Chernobog was ablaze with flames. With the support of Helag's defenses and the powerful combat capabilities of the Reunion Movement, the entire Dortmund army was once again defeated.

More importantly, thanks to the female doctor's reminder, they successfully set a trap and captured high-ranking generals such as Quan Duoer and Stone who were trying to sneak away from the main battlefield.

"Quan Duoer, did you ever imagine this day would come?"

As Herag watched as Quan Dor was brought forward, witnessing his current miserable state, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Hahaha, the victor is king and the loser is villain. I was outmatched and lost... I only regret that I was too careless and treated you as an ally, but I never expected that you would completely collude with the bandits."

Quan Dor laughed loudly, looking at Helag and the citizens and infected people in front of him with disgust and hatred.

His path could only end here. All his painstaking efforts over the years had come to nothing.

He wasn't defeated by political enemies, nor on a large battlefield, but by this "rabble." This was undoubtedly more humiliating than death for him.

"However, do you think this is the end?! Once the Empire finds out all this, they will lead their legions to thoroughly exonerate you traitors!"

"Hahaha, I will be waiting for you in the world of death. I will watch as you are completely crushed into blood and gore by the iron torrent of the empire, turning this land crimson."

More importantly, thanks to the female doctor's reminder, they successfully set a trap and captured high-ranking generals such as Quan Duoer and Stone who were trying to sneak away from the main battlefield.

"Quan Duoer, did you ever imagine this day would come?"

As Herag watched as Quan Dor was brought forward, witnessing his current miserable state, he couldn't help but sigh.

Chapter 401: The Death of Quan Duoer

"The host is absolutely right. As long as we successfully take Chernobog and completely transform it into a stable base for the Reunion Movement, your mission objective 2, the base requirement, will reach its limit, and the mission will be declared complete. At that time, a generous reward will be unlocked!"

The system's voice carried a hint of excitement, and further reminded:

"In addition, the reputation points just calculated only include those from the battlefields outside the city. The ongoing urban warfare and clearing operations inside Chernobog are also continuously providing you with reputation points. However, the battles inside the city are not yet completely over, and the data is still being dynamically tallied."

"Well, that guy Quan Duo'er must have already received news of the complete annihilation of the reinforcements outside the city."

Wang Chong's gaze turned towards the direction of Qiecheng, where flickering lights still illuminated part of the night sky, and he continued:

"He knew that his last outside help was gone, and being trapped in the isolated city meant certain death, so he had no choice but to make a desperate attempt to escape."

"The city is ablaze with fire... It seems that Zao Lu took my advice to heart and made thorough preparations. And judging from the battlefield situation reported by the Black Mist of Chern City, they... must have won a great victory."

Just as Wang Chong had predicted, the fires in Chernobog at this moment were not a symbol of chaos, but rather part of a carefully constructed defensive and counter-attack network by Hrag and his men.

Under the fearless charge of the Reunion Movement warriors, and led by Hrag, Zao Lu, and various Reunion Movement cadres, General Alldor's last large-scale breakout and sabotage operation, on which he had placed high hopes, once again suffered a devastating blow.

His troops are now suffering heavy losses in urban warfare and are retreating steadily.

Even more fatally, the female doctor successfully predicted the route that Quan Duoer would take to escape with a few close associates under the cover of a frontal assault. Therefore, a meticulously woven trap had been waiting there for a long time.

"General Quan Duoer, how have you been? Did you ever imagine that our reunion would be like this?"

When Quandor, with his arms tied behind his back and looking utterly wretched, was brought before Helag, Helag looked at his former colleague now a prisoner and a complex, unspoken sigh appeared on his weathered face.

Those who once traveled the same path eventually parted ways completely at the crossroads of fate.

"Hahaha! The victor is king, the loser is villain; I was simply outmatched!"

Quan Duoer suddenly raised his head and let out a hoarse and manic laugh, as if trying to cover up all his failures and humiliations with laughter.

His bloodshot eyes swept viciously over Hrag, and the surrounding civilians and Reunion fighters, who were armed and filled with hatred, his gaze filled with extreme disgust and loathing.

"I only regret that I misjudged you! I actually thought that you, Helag, still had some sense of honor as a soldier, but I never expected that you would degenerate so much and completely collude with this group of Integrative bandits and these lowly peasants! You are in cahoots with them!"

He had painstakingly cultivated his career for many years, carefully climbing the ranks of the Ursus military and meticulously managing his operations in Chernobog. All his ambitions and schemes vanished tonight.

He didn't fall victim to the open and covert attacks of his political enemies in the empire, nor did he suffer defeat on the large battlefields where nations vied for supremacy. Instead, he ultimately fell to this "rabble" that he had never taken seriously! This humiliation was far more unbearable for him than death itself!

"But—" Have you thought about whether Lin Zaizai has any free time...?

All Dort's laughter abruptly ceased, followed by a final roar like that of a wounded beast, attempting to shake the victor's spirit with the most vicious curse.

"You think this is the end of it?! Naïve! Once the Empire learns of Chernobog's rebellion, and of the actions of you traitors..."

"At that time, the Empire will be enraged and will send an even more powerful legion to crush you and this filthy city into dust like ants! Your blood will stain this land red!"

A ferocious and gleeful smile spread across Quan Duo'er's twisted face, as if he had already foreseen that apocalyptic scene:

"Hahaha! I will be waiting for you in the world of death! I will watch you... watch you how you wail and struggle under the iron torrent of the empire, and finally turn to ashes! Not one of you will escape! Hahahaha!"

At this moment, Quan Duo'er was like a madman, cursing with all his might every single person and group that had shattered his ambitions. His hysterical howling was less like that of a defeated general and more like that of a wild dog driven to the brink of despair and driven completely mad.

However, his mad curses did not frighten the surrounding crowd; instead, they ignited it like sparks in boiling oil! Long-simmering hatred was completely ignited, and a wave of fury erupted, sweeping across the entire square like a tsunami:

"Kill him!"

"Kill this beast!"

"To avenge our deceased loved ones!"

"A blood debt must be paid in blood!"

Herag stared at the crazed Alldor before him, whose hysterical curses echoed in the night wind, sounding particularly jarring.

The veteran's face remained composed, but deep within his weathered eyes surged complex emotions that were difficult to describe—a deep regret for the decline of his former comrades, a disappointment in their stubbornness, and a profound understanding of the deep suffering of the land beneath his feet.

He spoke slowly, his voice deep and powerful, like a heavy hammer striking the clamor, instantly drowning out all of Dor's raucous barking:

"Those who commit many evil deeds will surely perish. This is not only your fate, but also a reflection of this corrupt nation."

Hrag's gaze pierced through Dor's contorted face like a sharp blade, each word ringing with conviction:

"All of you, it is an arrogant fool like you who deserves to fall into the abyss of hell—treating the foundations of the nation as worthless grass and the common people as ants!"

He surveyed the enraged crowd around him, their hatred surging like a volcano about to erupt. Hrag's voice, heavy with the weight of history, continued:

"Do you remember how the Eagle Empire collapsed under the iron hooves of Ursus? The so-called honor you were so proud of is now turning against you in the same way. Ursus, too, will repeat the Eagle Empire's mistakes in the hatred and injustice it has sown!"

Hrag's gaze finally settled on Alldor, carrying a cold, judgmental tone:

"Your curse at this moment will not become a dark cloud hanging over us; on the contrary, it will become the final footnote to your numerous crimes! Your name, along with all the evil deeds you have committed, will be forever nailed to the pillar of historical shame, and will be cursed for all eternity!"

After speaking, Herag said no more, but turned his gaze to Red, who was already waiting to the side, and calmly conveyed the command with his eyes.

"Hahaha! Don't try to fool me! You'll be the ones who die! It will definitely be you!!"

Like a dying beast trapped in a cage, Quan Duo'er still let out a final roar, but his maniacal laughter was quickly interrupted by Red's forceful actions. He was roughly dragged and staggered towards the makeshift gallows erected in the center of the square.

The rope coldly tightened around his neck, the rough hemp fibers rubbing against his skin. The trapdoor beneath his feet suddenly sprang open, and a feeling of weightlessness gripped him instantly. Quan Duo'er's maniacal laughter abruptly turned into a suffocating "hoarse" sound as his body twisted and struggled violently in the air, his legs kicking in vain.

His bloodshot, venomous eyes stared intently at the crowd below, as if he still wanted to utter a final curse, but his throat was tightly choked, and all the vicious words turned into silent sobs. In the end, along with his remaining life force, he was strangled by the fatal rope and fell into eternal darkness.

Immediately afterwards, those high-ranking generals who had followed Alldor and whose hands were stained with the blood of the people of Chernobyl, including his most loyal henchman Stonnov, were also sent to the gallows one by one, repeating the fate of their general.

The same fate played out time and time again, and the sound of the rope tightening sounded particularly jarring in the now silent square.

Witnessing this scene, the long-suppressed citizens erupted in deafening cheers, their pent-up hatred bursting forth like a flood. Some, completely consumed by hatred, recklessly broke through the Unity warriors maintaining order and charged madly toward the gallows.

They retaliated madly against the cold corpses that had just stopped convulsing, brandishing any sharp weapon they could find—stones, daggers, or even their bare hands.

The scene descended into bloody chaos, with limbs torn apart and flesh mangled, and the flames of revenge burning fiercely on the corpses.

Hrag silently watched the out-of-control feast of revenge unfold before him, his brow furrowed. He quietly moved to Zao Lu's side, his deep voice filled with deep worry:

"Early Dew, although Chernobog's greatest enemy has been defeated, this is far from the end. After the revelry, the people of Chernobog need a clearer head to face the future."

Herag gestured for her to look at the crowd still venting their anger, and continued:

“You once said in that speech that the people of Chernobyl need to learn to fight for what they have, rather than wallowing in the abyss of revenge. How to guide them out of the quagmire of hatred and prevent them from sliding to another extreme is the daunting challenge we must face next. Mobilizing and preparing our minds is of utmost urgency.”

Early Dew also gazed at the blood-soaked execution ground, her eyes devoid of the joy of victory, only solemnity and contemplation. She nodded slightly, her tone firm:

“I understand, General Herag. The satisfaction of revenge is fleeting; only by working together to rebuild can we bring true hope to the people of Chernobog.”