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

A sharp, piercing sound rang out as metal sliced ​​through bone and flesh—it was Ghost Shark! In the instant Skadi parried, she darted like a ghost into the opening exposed by his full-force thrust.

The heavy chainsaw, roaring with vengeance, tore through his prized special combat suit and the demonic power protectives attached to it without hindrance.

The excruciating pain and the instantaneous loss of strength made it impossible for him to support his body. His upper body, like a broken piece of rotten wood, crashed heavily onto the cold stone ground.

Following closely behind were two merciless finishing blows from Skadi, completely extinguishing his chances of survival.

Even as his consciousness sank into eternal darkness, Inner Guard No. 34 still couldn't understand why his demonic power had lost its effect on them. Why could the enemy's weapons so easily tear through his combat uniform and the demonic black energy beneath it?

Chapter 426 Playing Tricks

"Mr. Wang Chong was right after all..."

Skadi watched as the lingering demonic black energy on her body was rapidly being devoured and dissolved by the surging black mist power within her. The suffocating weakness was quickly receding, and she slowly spoke:

"These black energies will continue to erode our bodies and will. Fortunately, the black mist power he gave us beforehand protects us and absorbs most of the erosion effect."

It turns out that Skadi and Specter's previous "powerlessness" and "slowness" were largely a carefully designed illusion to lull their opponents into a false sense of security.

Although the demonic power did weaken them to some extent, it was far from rendering them incapable of fighting. The two of them successfully created that fatal moment of vulnerability by taking advantage of the guards' overconfidence.

"Don't let your guard down, there's a shark!"

Suddenly, Skadi immediately reminded him, while reaching out to pull Specter back who was about to go forward to check, and continued:

"Once this monster's corpse breaks open, the filth inside will completely erupt and contaminate the surrounding area. Get away quickly! We need to report this situation to Mr. Wang Chong immediately..."

"No need... I already informed him in advance through the black mist."

Ghost Shark smiled and shook his head slightly.

As if to confirm her words, a thick, inky black mist instantly surged up from the ground, precisely engulfing and enveloping the broken body of Inner Guard No. 34, which was also beginning to expand erratically and attempt a final burst.

"That takes one down...tsk, damn it, there are still those enemy sorcerers lurking in the back, watching us like hawks! The war isn't over yet!"

Ghost Shark had just breathed a sigh of relief when her relaxed expression was instantly replaced by alertness. Her battlefield instincts made her almost instinctively raise her arm, and the massive chainsaw roared as it met several scorching beams of magical energy coming from the side, cleaving them in two.

She clicked her tongue and immediately locked onto the location of the spellcaster in the enemy ranks in the distance, her fighting spirit surging once more: "Skadi, let's go! Let's take care of those annoying flies too!"

Before she finished speaking, her wild figure had already transformed into a streak of black light once again, charging headlong into the depths of the enemy ranks without hesitation. Her speed was so great that Skadi's outstretched hand missed its target.

"Seriously... does that shark... not know the meaning of the word 'tired' at all?"

Skadi murmured helplessly, but her eyes sharpened as well. She took a deep breath, gripped her greatsword tightly, and followed the figure, once again charging into the chaotic battlefield.

……

"Hehe, it seems the other two sides are moving faster than I expected."

As Wang Chong sensed the energy fluctuations returning from the two battlefields, a slight smile curved his lips, and he muttered to himself:

"Looking at it this way, I should also put away my playful nature and stop fooling around."

On the battlefield, at this moment, the No. 21 inner guard, facing the man who always treated the battle with a playful attitude, felt fear welling up uncontrollably for the first time.

Each of his fierce attacks was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, easily neutralized by the seemingly thin black mist barrier surrounding his opponent.

Whenever he tried to escape this death zone, it was like being trapped in an invisible maze. No matter which direction he ran in, he would eventually find himself back in front of this man.

All of this nightmarish experience can be traced back to his attempt to investigate the Chernobog man he had killed.

Previously, he had noticed that strange black mist was constantly emanating from the wounds of the injured Chernobogers, which made him regard these warriors as anomalies.

However, what the No. 21 Inner Guard really wanted to investigate was whether the black mist residing in these people was the legendary demonic power, and where this power originated.

Therefore, he did not pursue the sniper in the shadows like the reckless Number 81, nor did he indiscriminately slaughter like Number 34 who only knew how to kill.

Each time a Chernobog warrior was killed, the No. 21 inner guard watched intently, holding his breath. (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.)

How did that dark mist flow from the lifeless bodies of the dead? And how did it seep silently into the earth and disappear without a trace?

"The black mist inside all the dead eventually flows into the ground... Although the properties of this mist are not exactly the same as those of demonic power, the malice and evil thoughts it carries are in no way inferior."

After careful observation, the No. 21 inner defender roughly figured out some of the characteristics of the black fog, but a deeper question arose in his mind.

Where do these black mists that leave the host after its death ultimately go? What is their final destination?

"What's wrong? Are you interested in this black mist?"

Just as he finished off several more Chernobog warriors hiding behind the boulders and was about to use his demonic power to try to attract and capture the mysterious black mist, a voice full of mockery suddenly rang out from behind him.

The number 21 guard felt his hair stand on end. Almost the instant the sound rang out, he twisted and spun around, his black sword whistling through the air as he slashed backward with deadly force.

"Clang—!"

However, the expected sensation of flesh being cut did not come. Instead, there was a piercing metallic clang, and a tremendous force rebounded from the sword, making his hands go numb and almost causing him to lose his grip on the weapon.

"How...how is this possible?!"

He wouldn't have been so shocked if his opponent had used a weapon to block. What truly chilled him to the bone was that his opponent hadn't made any blocking motion at all; the seemingly thin layer of black mist swirling around him was like the most impenetrable barrier.

The black mist not only firmly blocked his sharp black blade infused with demonic power, but also held it tightly, making it unmovable no matter how hard he tried.

"Isn't this the result you were hoping for?" Wang Chong, the master of the black mist who blocked his sword, had a playful smile on his face. "If you had easily broken through this mist, wouldn't all your painstaking investigation have been wasted?"

"Who exactly are you? What is this power? When did someone like you appear in this territory of Ursus?!"

While questioning him in a deep voice, the No. 21 guard tried his best to pull his black sword out of the entangled black mist.

"It's normal that you don't know my power, because those of you Ursus who have witnessed my abilities as the enemy are all dead."

Wang Chong said calmly:

"Moreover, I have killed no fewer than ten imperial guards... Speaking of which, it is thanks to me that your emperor began to expand the imperial guards. If you are a newly recruited imperial guard, you can thank me; I would be happy to accept."

"You bastard!!"

Even the most composed Inner Guard No. 21 was enraged by such insulting words. He frantically channeled his demonic power, desperately trying to erode the black mist that bound his sword, finally managing to loosen the blade and pull it out.

Immediately afterwards, the No. 21 inner defender unleashed his strongest power without hesitation—the "Nation" domain!

The black, demonic power erupted and raged, frantically assimilating and corrupting everything around it, like a giant beast devouring its prey, suddenly lunging to devour Wang Chong.

However, Wang Chong remained standing there, completely unmoved. The surging black energy and the black mist surrounding Wang Chong intertwined and collided violently, producing a teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound, clearly indicating that they were eroding and fighting against each other.

Meanwhile, the number 21 defender gradually felt powerless, and his original anger was replaced by unbelievable shock.

He had never seen anyone other than the Imperial Guard who could withstand the encroachment of the "nation" for so long.

Even those legendary heroes who were more powerful than the inner guards mostly had to fight under pressure from the "nation" to quickly kill them, rather than appearing as comfortable as this man in front of them, as if he were soaking in warm water.

"Have you made enough of a scene? Don't embarrass yourself by bringing out this level of evil spirits."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Chong took a light step forward. In an instant, an even more powerful and surging black mist erupted from beneath his feet, spreading rapidly like ink dripping into clear water, almost instantly...

The "nation" territory that the No. 21 inner guard had painstakingly maintained was completely dismantled and swallowed up.

"You...you can actually devour the power of demons?!" The pupils of Guard Number 21 suddenly contracted, his face filled with disbelief.

However, upon seeing this immense power of black mist, a terrifying thought flashed through his mind like lightning, and then Inner Guard Number 21 shouted, "It's you?! You are the true master of that black mist?!"

“You got it right, but unfortunately there’s no reward.” Wang Chong shrugged, then suddenly seemed to realize something, his smile widening. “Oh, by the way, while we were chatting, your first teammate has already passed away.”

"!!"

The number 21 inner guard was deeply shaken, and he could naturally sense the passing of his comrade.

When setting off on their mission, they would link together using some kind of Originium Arts to confirm each other's life status and location.

Just now, that last connection with Number 81 was completely severed. This undoubtedly means that Number 81 is now completely dead.

A deep chill and a sense of powerlessness gripped him; he was now not only unable to rescue his companions, but he himself was also in dire straits.

Chapter 427 concludes here.

"We can't afford to get entangled with this monster any longer! His strength is unfathomable... The most important thing now is to get back alive and retrieve the intelligence!"

Thinking of this, the No. 21 inner guard no longer hesitated, turned around abruptly, increased his speed to the maximum, and fled desperately in the direction away from Wang Chong.

Upon seeing the other party's hasty retreat, Wang Chong did not immediately pursue them. Instead, with a slight thought, a wisp of pure black mist silently merged into the space in front of him.

Sure enough, not long after, the figure of Inner Guard No. 21 was seen running back from another direction with a look of panic on his face.

When he suddenly realized that he had mysteriously run back to the same spot, he stopped in horror, his face drained of color. Unconvinced, he chose a completely different direction and sprinted forward with all his might.

However, the same bizarre scene repeated itself—no matter how fast he ran, he would eventually be pulled back to Wang Chong as if by invisible threads.

The number 21 guard finally stopped in despair, ceasing his futile attempts. He fully realized that he had already fallen into the enemy's carefully woven trap, and escape was now a pipe dream.

Then, time returned to the present.

The current number 21 inside defender can not only not beat the opponent, but also cannot escape the opponent's clutches.

Even more deadly, he could clearly sense that the life force of another teammate in the inner circle had also been extinguished, and he had completely disappeared from this battlefield.

As the most elite inner guard of the Ursus Empire, he was to perish here so humiliatingly and silently...

This reminded him of Wang Chong's earlier words—that no fewer than ten guards had died at his hands. He also recalled how Duke Baikal had lured them into this battle under the pretext of "suspected demonic power"...

An absurd yet incredibly close-to-the-truth conjecture gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.

"This...this is a trap set for us! You...you knew all along that we would come with this army?!" Guard No. 21 suddenly looked up and roared with bloodshot eyes.

“Heh…you guessed pretty accurately,” Wang Chong’s playful expression vanished completely, replaced by a cold indifference. “But unfortunately…you found out too late.”

Before he finished speaking, a massive black mist, as vast as a tidal wave, erupted from Wang Chong's body, carrying an unparalleled devouring power, and accurately rushed towards Inner Guard No. 21!

"A thousand years of silent lament..."

Before he could even utter a scream, the figure of Inner Guard No. 21 was completely swallowed, decomposed, and dissolved by the dense, impenetrable black mist.

“Alright, the biggest hidden danger has been eliminated,” Wang Chong withdrew his gaze, and the surging black mist around him gradually subsided. “This battle here should also come to an end.”

Wang Chong turned his gaze back to the smoke-filled heart of the battlefield, and then walked toward the center of the battlefield.

……

The war lasted for about five days and ended with a great victory for the Chernobyl side.

Of the 100,000 Ursus troops, 50,000 were killed in action, and the remaining 50,000 were either captured or fled, resulting in a complete rout.

Of course, the Chernobyl side also paid a considerable price, with nearly a thousand dead and over four thousand wounded. However, nearly half of these deaths can be attributed to the bloody massacre carried out by the two guards earlier.

Such a disparate casualty ratio precisely demonstrates the superiority of the musket squads—the militia, trained for only half a month, won the war with an overwhelming force.

In addition, the complex terrain of the Stone Forest naturally favored the musketeers in maximizing their firepower advantage, and Rhodes Island provided strong support with all its might, which allowed Chernobog to secure victory at such a small cost.

However, Wang Chong was also keenly aware that the suppressive power of the gunlance only existed in low- to mid-level battlefields. Against truly conscious warlock combinations or Cataclysmic forces, the gunlance's effectiveness was extremely limited, and its countermeasures were also rather simplistic.

Just like in this battle, the 100,000 Ursus troops were initially caught off guard by the high firepower and high rate of fire of the muskets, and were almost powerless to fight back. But after the enemy figured out the effective range of the muskets in the first two days, they immediately organized a group of sorcerers and developed special tactics against Wang Chong's musket soldiers.

First, they released smoke to obscure the enemy's vision, then they unleashed precise counter-attack spells. This put immense pressure on the inexperienced musket recruits, halting the initial momentum of large-scale casualties and causing the battle to remain deadlocked for another three days.

Ultimately, it was only through the targeted countermeasures of Rhodes Island's sorcerers that victory was secured.

"Ultimately, what determines the outcome of a war is Originium Arts. This is almost an unchanging iron law in wars among the civilizations that are based on Originium energy."

Kal'tsit bluntly stated:

"Even in Laterano, which is famous for its firearms, the bullets fired by its guns can produce a wide variety of effects, which depends entirely on the different Originium Arts of each user. Even Laterano clearly understands that a war cannot be swept away by a single high-firepower, high-rate-of-fire gun."

She looked at Wang Chong and said calmly, "You have successfully reproduced some of the legacies of the previous civilization, and you have indeed achieved a certain degree of overwhelming superiority in weapon performance. But in the end, the methods are too simplistic."

“In this regard, we might consider the doctor’s suggestion,” Kal’tsit added. “Although in order to save every second, we have no choice but to take a shortcut and train such a large-scale musket team for emergency response, if we look to the future and conduct a real national war, military development must become more diversified.”

Wang Chong wholeheartedly agreed. The Reunion Movement's repeated victories over Ursus were precisely due to the comprehensive coordination of its various elite units, which created an overwhelming advantage over the Ursus Legion, allowing them to win victory after victory with minimal casualties.

“Time is of the essence, and right now we can only rely on our weaponry and cooperate with your Rhodes Island sorcerers to deal with the enemy sorcerers,” Wang Chong admitted. “Of course, there’s also me… to ensure their final dignity.”

He knew in his heart that if his black mist had not provided protection at the critical moment, the casualty figures in this battle would probably have been far more shocking than they are now.

“However, this victory has bought us valuable time,” Wang Chong said, his tone shifting with a hint of anticipation. “The factory workers have gradually adapted to the new production rules and are becoming increasingly adept at manufacturing muskets. It’s time… to start producing some other types of equipment.”

After half a month of efficient production, the Chernobyl Industrial Zone has been producing a large number of engraved bullets, two thousand brand-new guns, and all kinds of Ursus standard equipment.

This fully demonstrates the enormous potential of the Chernobyl Industrial Zone, which is sufficient to support the Reunification Movement in acquiring a large amount of high-quality equipment, laying a solid foundation for subsequent military expansion.

Afterwards, Wang Chong finalized the plans for the next two weeks with Kal'tsit, Amiya, Hellagur, Zauru, and other core members who were now in charge of the overall situation in Chernobog. Only then did Wang Chong dismiss the meeting and, feeling a little tired, return to Arcueid's side to seek a moment of rest.

He had just relaxed, resting his head on Arcueid's soft lap, enjoying a rare moment of peace, when a light, slightly playful voice drifted into his ear:

"I've heard about it..."

Arcueid lowered her head, her fingertips unconsciously twirling a strand of her bright gold hair. Her beautiful wine-red eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of her lips curved into a seemingly sweet smile that sent a chill down Wang Chong's spine.

"That little guy named mon3tr who performed brilliantly on the battlefield, has become your 'daughter'?"

Arcueid maintained her lap pillow position, her voice still soft, but her "kind" smile became even clearer: "Darling~ don't you have anything to explain to me?"