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

Constantine slammed his hand on the table, the heavy oak surface trembling. He stood up in fury, his voice booming like thunder in the tent:

"Does he even know what he's doing?! His Majesty has already dispatched the Imperial Guards to oversee the army. How many heads does he have to dare to do something so outrageous before the decisive battle?!"

He paced back and forth a few times, his eyes burning with anger, and continued his tirade:

"And he transferred 100,000 at once! The entire army group he left with me only has 200,000! Does he think I'm so old and blind that I can't even tell that half of my men are missing!?"

These past few days, he had been holding back a lot of anger because of his good-for-nothing son, and now this "good ally" had completely ignited it.

Faced with Constantine's roar, the adjutant who stepped forward to report the news fell silent, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"Did you manage to stop them all?" Constantine asked, suppressing his anger.

The adjutant said in a low voice, "We've...we've managed to stop them for now. But those generals won't listen to our advice and insist on going back."

Constantine's face was grim, his gaze sweeping over his adjutant like a blade, and he shouted sharply: "You think you're something, you're empty, you're not here...!"

"What a bunch of bastards... What? They haven't even fought the bandits yet, and they're already starting an internal war? I'd like to see who dares to back down from the battlefield, and whoever does will be killed on the spot!"

The tent was deathly silent, with only the crackling of the candlelight.

Seeing this, the chief of staff quickly stepped forward and cautiously advised, "Your Excellency... this is probably not appropriate. After all, the Third Army has more than 100,000 men. If they are killed indiscriminately, it may really turn into a civil war."

He paused, gathering his thoughts, and then said, "Your Highness, don't forget that we still have 100,000 Third Army troops here that haven't been transferred. If they join forces, I'm afraid it will be a heavy loss for both of us."

Constantine stopped in his tracks, his hands gripping the edge of the table, his knuckles white from the force. He coldly retorted, "Are you suggesting I just let them leave like this?"

The chief of staff took a deep breath, stepped forward, and stated in a deep voice, "Your Excellency, there is actually a better way. We can temporarily stabilize these 100,000 troops and then report the situation to the council..."

"In this way, the parliament can completely strip Baikal of his power, and we can directly take over all the military power of the Third Army."

After speaking, the chief of staff looked outside the tent to make sure no one was eavesdropping except those present, before continuing:

“Your Highness, this may not be a bad thing. Prince Baikal has repeatedly broken his promises, saying one thing to your face and another behind your back. Continuing to cooperate with him will only lead to your own destruction.”

“He’s making a series of blunders, which not only delays the battle but also risks aiding the enemy. This is a perfect opportunity for the Imperial Guards to take his head, and we can then completely seize his military power.”

After hearing this, Constantine did not turn from anger to joy as the Chief of Staff had expected. He slowly sat back down, tapping his fingers on the table, his eyes deep and worried.

“The Third Army is not an easy target…” Constantine murmured, then looked up, his tone heavy. “Moreover, what I’m more worried about is that he didn’t make such a foolish move out of a daze, but rather that he had a compelling reason for doing it. And that reason is enough to convince the Imperial Diet.”

The chief of staff was taken aback and asked, puzzled, "What does this mean?"

Constantine sneered and explained, "Don't you think about it? Prince Baikal has repeatedly broken his promises, but why can't we do anything about it? Because he can always come up with a high-sounding excuse to shirk his responsibilities."

He paused for a moment, recalling past confrontations, his voice tinged with weariness and resentment:

"He is not a stupid person. On the contrary, he is very smart and knows what measures are most beneficial to him in what situation. Such a selfish person would never be stupid enough to do something that is tantamount to suicide."

As he finished speaking, the candlelight in the tent flickered, illuminating Constantine's furrowed brow. Then Constantine slowly said, "That's why I was worried... worried that something unexpected had happened that led him to this desperate measure..."

Just as Constantine and the others were filled with doubt, hurried footsteps came from outside the tent.

"Report! Report!" A messenger rushed into the camp, panting, clutching a telegram in his hand, his face filled with panic.

The adjutant snapped impatiently, "What's going on? Why are you all so flustered... Could it be that the bandits have launched a full-scale attack?"

The messenger, without even bothering to salute, handed the telegram directly to his adjutant and reported in a trembling voice:

"Reporting to the Duke and all the generals... according to news from the rear, a major incident has occurred in the southern region!"

He swallowed hard, trying to calm his breathing, and continued:

"Three days ago, a mutiny broke out in Chernobog, a southern industrial city, and millions of citizens have annihilated the armed forces stationed in the city by an army group!"

"What did you say?!" Constantine abruptly stood up, the air in the tent seeming to freeze. He snatched the telegram from his adjutant's hand and demanded urgently, "What exactly happened?!"

The messenger quickly added, "Your Highness, a dozen days ago, the Supreme Commander of the Third Army Border Force, Zondor, openly launched a bloody massacre in Chernobog, and under sustained pressure, forced the entire city to revolt in resistance."

"And in the end... the final result was that all of Dor and 20,000 border troops were slaughtered in Chern."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in a trembling voice:

"And this is the result announced by the citizens of Chernobog... No one knows what exactly happened in Chernobog during that time... But the most important thing is that the entire city of Chernobog announced its formal secession from Ursus and joined the Reunion Movement!"

"What!? This is related to the Reunion Movement!?"

Constantine's face instantly turned ashen. He quickly scanned the contents of the telegram, his gaze growing increasingly grim with each reading.

Finally, he slammed the telegram to the ground, even making a move to tear it to shreds, roaring, "That useless Baikal! That idiot Dor! What are they all good for?! How did things get to this point!"

He felt a sense of humiliation. As the most elite border army in the group, he had lost to the common people. What was even more ironic was that Prince Baikal had been using the excuse of "eliminating the remnants of the integration movement in the southern cities" to delay. As a result, the integration movement was not only not eliminated, but it was also seized by Baikal, who had a prosperous industry and a thriving population!

Constantine slumped back into his seat, letting out a long sigh: "The worst-case scenario... it really was what I predicted. How could I not have foreseen things turning out for the better!?"

Constantine then gave a wry smile and remarked, "This Reunion Movement... it's truly ubiquitous. I've already sealed off their headquarters in the north, but who would have thought that Reunion's branches would actually flourish in the south."

Chapter 421 Changes in the Situation (Part 2)

The chief of staff quickly recovered from his shock, stepped forward, and lowered his voice:

"Your Excellency, the best course of action now is to immediately suppress the news. We must not let our troops, especially the soldiers from the southern cities, know about this. Otherwise, morale will collapse, and we will truly be unable to eliminate the united bandit army in the north."

"Furthermore, the 100,000-strong Third Army can only be sent to Prince Baikal to suppress the southern cities. Most of the soldiers in those armies are from the south, and if they start talking about this matter... it will probably cause a mutiny among the soldiers as well."

The Chief of Staff approached Constantine, placed his hands on the table, and spoke in a solemn tone:

"Now, we must ensure the stability of the rear. You must know that the southern cities not only provide ample supplies for our hundreds of thousands of troops, but are also an important channel connecting the Eastern and Central Regions. We must not lose them."

Constantine remained silent for a long time, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table. In the flickering candlelight, a resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

Finally, he raised his head and gave the order in a deep voice:

"Immediately pass on the message to the communications department, and make sure they don't spread this news. If I hear even the slightest hint of it, I'll behead them."

After speaking, Constantine paused, his voice cold and hard:

"The 100,000-strong army was also allowed to return to the southern cities to suppress the rebellion, and they were instructed to deliver a message to Prince Baikal."

"If we don't handle this properly, we'll have to face the Imperial Guards ourselves!"

"Yes!" The chief of staff immediately responded, turned around and quickly left the tent, his footsteps disappearing into the night.

……

As Constantine had predicted, events unfolded in an instant, plunging the entire southern region into chaos. (The remaining text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

Three days ago, after Chernobyl broadcast the truth about the tragedy and uprising that had occurred in the city, many mobile cities in the southern region received this shocking message.

Coincidentally, the citizens of these cities also suffered from similar oppression as those in Chernobyl. The broadcast from Chernobyl acted like a spark, igniting their long-suppressed anger, and they could no longer tolerate it.

More importantly, the success of the Chernobyl uprising served as a beacon, illuminating a viable path for their resistance.

In an instant, the people of the southern cities were outraged, and countless citizens took to the streets to launch demonstrations and even armed uprisings, which led to sharp and fierce clashes with the Ursus troops stationed in the cities, and the conflict was completely escalated.

However, the situation in other cities was different from that in Chern. The garrison commanders in these cities did not go to such extremes as those in Dor, eliminating all the emerging nobles and municipal government institutions in order to seize power.

Therefore, the city's communication and external channels were not completely blocked. This is precisely why the garrison commanders hesitated to act rashly, unlike the general commander in the United States, and dared not order a large-scale, bloody crackdown, fearing a complete loss of control or even more serious consequences.

On the other hand, the citizens who launched the uprising did not have the same advantages as the Chern rebels. They lacked the strong external support and comprehensive overall action plan that Chern had.

Therefore, despite their commendable courage, their demonstrations were unlikely to shake the foundations of the garrison in the city in the short term. A stalemate ensued, with the situation tense and delicate.

However, the Integration Movement's branches in the southern cities did not stand idly by. They astutely seized this opportunity and began to operate quietly amidst the chaos.

The organization members actively contacted and recruited key citizens who had demonstrated leadership skills or a firm stance during the uprising.

A transformative wave that will fundamentally alter the landscape of the south is poised to erupt, soon to unleash a powerful and sweeping impact across the region.

Meanwhile, Prince Baikal was in a state of utter panic and anxiety. He never expected that Dor would secretly cause such a huge mess.

In particular, the detailed accusation broadcast from Chernobyl completely disrupted all his plans.

He simply cannot spare enough troops to besiege Chern, because uprisings and riots of varying sizes have broken out in almost every southern city, requiring soldiers to maintain order.

What troubled him even more was that many remnants of the emerging aristocratic forces that had not been completely eliminated before were taking the opportunity to rise up, stirring up trouble, intending to take the opportunity to take revenge on him and regain the lost power.

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To resolve this suffocating chaos, Baikal had no choice but to urgently transfer 100,000 troops from the remaining 200,000-strong Third Army in the central region to the south for emergency response.

At the same time, he urgently ordered the 100,000-strong army group that had originally participated in the encirclement and suppression of the Integral Movement headquarters in the north to quickly return to the southern region to provide reinforcements.

He calculated that, together with the 170,000 troops originally stationed in the southern region responsible for suppressing various cities, he could gather a total of 370,000 troops.

This formidable force was enough for him to forcefully suppress the popular uprisings in the southern cities on the one hand, and to concentrate his troops on completely eradicating Chern, a thorn in his side, on the other hand.

However, all of this will take time! He must completely quell this simmering stagnation in the south before the Imperial Council's wrath descends upon him.

Just as Baikal was in a state of great anxiety, a mysterious figure quietly appeared at his residence.

"Prince Baikal, you are doomed." The man spoke bluntly, his voice icy.

However, faced with this cold voice, Baikal grasped at it as if it were a lifeline, and hurriedly stepped forward, his voice filled with urgency and fear:

"My lord! My lord, you've finally arrived! Please, please enlighten me! I've been following your instructions exactly... but why... why has the situation spiraled out of control like this?"

"What? Are you questioning my judgment?" The mysterious man known as "Black Serpent" spoke in a chilling tone.

"No! I wouldn't dare! Absolutely not!" Baikal waved his hands repeatedly, forcing a bitter smile. "If it weren't for your patronage, I would never have achieved my current status. But... I just can't understand how things could have gotten so out of control..."

“Human hearts are unpredictable. That fool, Quan Duoer, overestimated the patience of those citizens and seriously underestimated the strength of his opponent…” Black Serpent spoke slowly, his voice seemingly coming from a dark abyss, “His complete failure is the root cause that dragged you into this abyss.”

"But I have come here now to help you out of this predicament."

Upon hearing this, Baikal's eyes instantly lit up with hope: "Please, sir, save me!"

Black Serpent then laid out his meticulously crafted "plan." Upon hearing it, Baikal's expression changed drastically, his voice trembling slightly: "This...is this really feasible? What if it backfires? Wouldn't...wouldn't we lose our heads first?"

"The most important thing right now is to quickly extinguish the wildfire in the south. Both the Imperial Council and the Imperial Guard are well aware of this. You can use this to your advantage and turn the knife that the Empire has sent to hold you accountable or even execute you into a butcher's knife in your own hands."

The black snake's voice carried a seductive power: "Besides, with me and another Imperial Guard intervening, why do you need to worry about your life?"

"I...I understand!" Baikal gritted his teeth and made up his mind. "I will do as you say! As soon as the 100,000 reinforcements from the central region arrive, we will immediately assemble a large force and launch a full-scale attack on Chernobog!"

……

After a long and secret conversation, Black Serpent carefully explained every detail of the plan to Grand Prince Baikal, and then left the mansion quietly, just as he had come.

Returning to his secluded territory, the Black Serpent closed the door tightly and entered the deepest chamber. Only after confirming that no one was around did he begin to call out from the depths of his consciousness.

"Black Serpent, how's the guidance going?"

Soon, a thick cloud of black mist silently emerged in the secret chamber, and Wang Chong's voice came clearly from it.

"My lord, everything has been arranged. Although Baikal had his doubts, he was desperate and decided to take all my advice."

The black snake responded respectfully:

"He will mobilize the 100,000-strong army that is currently en route from the central region to directly besiege Chern. Based on the journey, it will take about half a month to reach the outskirts of Chern."

"Two weeks to prepare? That's enough."

Wang Chong's voice was steady:

“I am more concerned about the situation in the north. The news from Chernobyl must have reached Constantine by now, but Baikal has only recalled 100,000 Northern Army Group troops. Moreover, the morale of the 400,000 troops does not seem to have collapsed. It seems that they have successfully blocked the news and prevented the lower-ranking soldiers from knowing about the changes in the rear.”

"My lord, there is no need to worry," Black Serpent replied confidently. "I have spies planted in the army, and they will find a way to spread the news. Once the soldiers learn of the situation, their morale will inevitably waver. At that time, the main force in the north will be able to withstand the pressure of these 400,000 troops."

Chapter 422 The Arrival of Three Inner Guards

Black Snake paused, then added, "At least holding them off for a month shouldn't be a problem. Of course, that depends on the price we have to pay." (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

"But the key is that if you can severely damage Baikal's 100,000-strong army in Chern in half a month, Baikal will have no choice but to transfer all the remaining army groups in the north back to the south. At that time, the Northern Ursus Army Group will definitely be thrown into chaos."

The black snake's voice carried a hint of cold calculation:

"Furthermore, once we successfully control the entire south and cut off their supply lines, the Ursus army in the north will be forced to retreat to the center or risk heading south to seek supplies."

"This chaotic back-and-forth movement will buy us a valuable window of time to completely defeat the enemy before us."

After listening, Wang Chong did not reply immediately, seemingly lost in thought for a while. Then he spoke:

"The situation inside Ursus is relatively manageable; it's mostly under our control. But we can't just consider the situation on Ursus' side. Do you understand what I mean? We've recently seen some guys wearing straw raincoats at the border."

"The straw raincoat of Longmen? Hehehe, it really makes me nostalgic."

Upon hearing this description of her appearance, Black Snake let out several cold laughs: "It seems he still cares quite a bit about his niece..."

"I'll handle their situation as well... After all, we're old rivals..."

……

Time, like sand in an hourglass, slips away silently. Half a month has passed quietly amidst intense preparations and covert struggles.

As predicted by the Black Serpent, Grand Duke Gal did indeed act.

The 100,000 elite troops he had urgently mobilized from the central region were now like a surging torrent of steel, marching mightily toward Chernobog, where there lay a vast and rugged rocky forest.