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

At this moment, Patriot had already stood up; the preparations for the massive witchcraft were finally complete.

……

Nearly two more hours passed. On the walls of Murmangraf, the patrolling soldiers remained on edge.

"BOOM—!!!"

A deafening explosion suddenly erupted, instantly drawing the attention of all the soldiers on the city wall to the distance.

"The natural disaster... has begun!" a veteran murmured to himself, his voice filled with awe and fear.

Before their eyes, the black and red natural disaster clouds that had accumulated to their limit finally stopped churning, and were replaced by deafening thunder.

Countless massive fragments of Originium, burning with black and red flames, poured down from the thick clouds like a rain of hellfire, crashing heavily onto the vast plains!

The earth trembled violently with a deafening roar, and soil carrying scorching sparks shot into the sky. Shattered fragments of Originium flew in all directions like deadly shrapnel, and Originium dust quickly spread, polluting the air and soil.

Within each of the massive craters created by the impact, Originium crystals burst forth and grew wildly as if they possessed life, instantly forming clusters of strangely shaped crystals that emitted an ominous glow, and continuously eroding and spreading outwards.

Looking around, crimson and pitch black spread across the land like a plague, with patches of dead bacteria.

The explosions and roars continued incessantly, as if the entire world was collapsing and crumbling. The mountains shook and the earth trembled, as if the end of the world had arrived.

This is the Originium Scourge that strikes fear into the hearts of all living beings on Terra. Faced with such divine might, humanity has no choice but to retreat.

Because natural disasters can strike any region at any time, it is difficult for the residents of Terra to settle down in one place for a long time.

Therefore, the cities inhabited by Terra's residents are either mobile cities that allow them to relocate and avoid natural disasters, or fortresses like Murmangra, which possess massive mountain shelters capable of withstanding natural disasters.

As for rural towns, relocation is often the only way for the villagers to survive. It is common for a village to have several backup settlements.

At this moment, the Ursus soldiers on the city wall witnessed this devastating scene, and many of them turned pale and their legs went weak.

"Quick! Put on your protective masks! Check all your equipment to make sure not an inch of skin is exposed!"

The commanders began directing operations to respond to the natural disaster.

Chapter 467 Almost Complete Annihilation

The commanders of each squad shouted at the top of their lungs:

"The concentration of Originium dust in the air is skyrocketing! If your skin is exposed, you could easily get cut by the shards and contract Oripathy. Don't say I didn't warn you!"

"Hey? Look over there!" A sharp-eyed soldier suddenly pointed to a hill behind the plain, his voice filled with surprise and doubt. "Behind that hill... there seems to be a red glow? And... that light seems to be connected to the natural disaster clouds?"

"boom!!!"

Before the words were even finished, a massive Originium meteorite roared out from the Cataclysmic Clouds and crashed squarely into the ground less than a hundred meters from the city wall! The deafening roar made the soldiers instinctively cover their ears.

Soldiers closer to the impact point were thrown about by the violent shockwave, and some even screamed as they fell off the city wall.

Immediately afterwards, one Originium fireball after another seemed to have eyes, bombarding the area near the city wall! Countless flying Originium fragments, accompanied by sharp whistling sounds, shot and crackled against the crenellations of the city wall and the shields of the soldiers.

"No...this is really wrong!" Soldier A's voice was filled with panic as he pointed to the approaching, dark red cloud wall that seemed poised to engulf the city walls. "This calamity cloud...it's pressing down on us! It's going to crash down on us!"

"Stop jinxing it! It's just a coincidence! The weather data measured by the natural disaster messenger is never wrong!" retorted the soldier B beside him.

"Boom boom boom..."

As if to prove what the second soldier had said, after this round of baptism, the fallen Originium blocks began to drift away again, and for a long time, no Originium crystals fell within a hundred meters of the city wall.

"Huff...huff...I told you, I was just scaring myself. It's just a coincidence...just a coincidence..." Soldier B, panting heavily, turned around and said to Soldier A.

However, he had only spoken halfway when he turned around and saw the terrified look in Soldier A's eyes.

When he turned back again, his pupils contracted sharply, and he stammered, "Holy crap..."

"BOOM—!!!"

With a deafening roar, a giant Originium crystal slammed into the city wall! In an instant, the soldiers on that section of the wall and the surrounding area, along with the fortifications, were reduced to dust! Immediately afterward, a dense rain of Originium fireballs began to relentlessly bombard all parts of the city wall.

The sturdy city defense structure twisted and collapsed in the explosion. Soldiers guarding the heavy defensive equipment were either thrown to their deaths by the violent shock or killed by the stray Originium fragments.

"Damn it! What's happening outside?!" Inside the city tower, Constantine barely managed to stand by leaning against the violently shaking wall.

The chief of staff stumbled in, his face deathly pale, and cried out in alarm:

"Marshal! Evacuate the city walls immediately!! A natural disaster! A natural disaster has struck the city walls!!"

"What?!" Constantine was shocked and furious, grabbing the chief of staff by the collar. "Didn't the data from the Cataclysm Messenger say that Murmangraf wouldn't be affected?!"

"There's no time to explain, Marshal! If we don't leave now, it's all over! Quick! Cover the Marshal's retreat!" the chief of staff shouted, as he and several guards helped Constantine up and stumbled towards the emergency escape route.

……

"Run! A natural disaster is coming!!"

"My leg! Help me! My leg is broken!"

The area around the city wall was instantly turned into a hellish scene, with piercing screams and desperate cries for help drowned out by the deafening explosions.

The Originium meteor shower completely destroyed Murmangraf's proud eastern city defense system. Even more terrifying, the black and red cloud that brought destruction was rolling towards the city center at a visible speed!

Some panicked soldiers tried to hide in nearby empty houses, unaware that this would become their final resting place.

The Originium falling from the sky easily pierced through the roof and smashed through the walls, burying the hiders and their houses alive under the ruins.

With the desperate protection of his guards, Constantine was finally temporarily out of the most dangerous area. Covered in dust and dirt, he leaned against the cold stone steps, looking at the places he had just run through, now a death zone stained reddish-black and filled with deadly dust.

That area was once part of the city, but it has now become a heavily polluted area due to natural disasters. Even if there are survivors, they are no longer able to fight.

The calamity clouds that haunted them like leeches continued to rage, making the old marshal feel more powerless than ever before, and he couldn't help but let out a roar like a trapped beast:

"Someone tell me! What on earth is going on?!"

However, all that answered him was the sound of soldiers fleeing in panic and the continuous explosions in the distance. The entire city trembled under the ravages of the natural disaster.

This horrific Originium catastrophe lasted for nearly an hour. After advancing a distance towards Murmangra, turning nearly a quarter of the city into scorched earth, it finally came to a halt.

Even the two massive land-based warships outside the city were unable to retreat in time to avoid the impact, resulting in their bows and parts of their superstructures being dented and damaged. They only avoided more serious damage when they retreated to a position close to the mountain.

Constantine coughed violently, leaning against the cold stone steps, his face ashen. He looked around at the city, now a crimson-black wasteland, his eyes filled with despair.

At this moment, the equally disheveled chief of staff and several surviving generals staggered up to him.

"The army... what's the army's situation now?" Constantine's voice was hoarse and heavy. Despite his worst premonition, he still had to ask, "How many casualties? How many soldiers are still capable of fighting?"

The chief of staff's face was filled with grief, and his voice trembled:

"Preliminary...preliminary statistics show that of the more than 50,000 soldiers originally stationed on the eastern city wall, casualties have now exceeded 40,000, almost a total annihilation...the troops on the north and south city walls near the east side have also been affected, with losses exceeding 10,000..."

Then, the chief of staff took a deep breath and could barely continue speaking:

"Most...most fatally, the artillerymen, crossbowmen, and sorcerers who were resting in the camp below the eastern city wall...they didn't even have time to react before being swept away by the subsequent natural disaster..."

"They were almost all killed. The total loss exceeded 20,000. We... our long-range firepower core... has lost more than half of its strength, Marshal!"

"You mean...we not only lost over 70,000 men...including crucial artillery, crossbowmen, and elite sorcerers who suffered more than half their losses?!"

Constantine felt his vision go black, and his heart felt as if it were being gripped by an icy hand. The news was like a heavy hammer, almost crushing him.

"Where are the warships? What's their condition?" Constantine practically forced out the question through gritted teeth; it was his last hope.

"The bow of the ship was hit and exploded, but... but the core area is basically undamaged, and the casualties are minor," a general replied in a low voice.

This is almost the only piece of "good news" that can be considered "good news" in this disaster.

"The city walls have collapsed... Only two hundred thousand survivors remain... Heavy weapons are destroyed, and ranged capabilities are almost completely wiped out..."

Constantine shook his head heavily, his voice filled with sorrow:

"We had hoped that this natural disaster would delay the Reunification Army and buy us a few days to hold out against reinforcements at the city walls... But now... what am I supposed to fight the Reunification Army with now?!"

The immense sense of defeat nearly overwhelmed the veteran coach. He never imagined that the weather advantage, which had initially given him a sure victory, would turn into a sudden and devastating disaster.

"Drag those damned messengers of calamity out here! Behead them on the spot!" Constantine roared, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Marshal..." a general said bitterly, "The messengers responsible for monitoring the Cataclysm... along with the main force of our sorcerer corps... have all... perished under the Cataclysm."

"Hahaha..." Constantine let out a shrill, desperate laugh upon hearing this. "Good...good...what a cruel joke! This...this is heaven's will to kill me..."

Despair and grief spread like a plague among the remaining troops.

……

After Constantine finished lamenting, he remained silent for a long time before finally calming his grief and indignation. Now, the last glimmer of light in his eyes was replaced by a resolute determination:

"Order! All soldiers who are still mobile, immediately construct defensive fortifications! It will take time for the bandit army to realize what's happening here, we must... we must establish a new defensive line before they can react!"

Constantine straightened his back with all his might, clenched his fists, and looked like a wounded lion preparing for a final, desperate struggle.

However, at this very moment...

"Report—!!"

A scout came stumbling and running towards them, his face showing a look of utter terror, as if he had seen a ghost.

"No...no good! Generals! Marshal! Dragons...in the sky! So many flying dragons!" The scout pointed to the sky and immediately reported to Constantine.

"What did you say?! A flying dragon?!"

Upon hearing the word "key," Constantine abruptly stood up and looked up at the sky in horror, following the direction the scout was pointing.

Chapter 468 A One-Sided Battle

Even after the devastation of the natural disaster, the sky remained as gloomy as lead, with thick gray clouds hanging low, creating a suffocating atmosphere of oppression.

Just then, a long and menacing black line suddenly tore through the low-hanging clouds, accompanied by a piercing shriek, and came with the force of thunder!

"The Reunion Movement's Dragon Cavalry Regiment?!"

Constantine's pupils contracted sharply, his heart felt as if it were being gripped by an icy hand, and he instantly recognized the horrific scene that symbolized death and destruction. His voice became hoarse and distorted with extreme shock.

"How...how could they have arrived so quickly?!"

"Quickly! Prepare to form ranks! Organize the defense!"

Constantine practically roared as he gave the order, trying to seize the last glimmer of hope.

However, Constantine's warning came too late. His attempt to rebuild the army, already shattered by the natural disaster, to fight against the Reunion Movement's elite forces was nothing short of a pipe dream.

Just look at the dragon cavalry group that was originally suspended in the sky. Their speed far exceeded that of ordinary people. In just a few minutes, they had already surpassed the cloud layer that was slowly dissipating due to the waning power of the natural disaster, which still contained dangerous Originium particles.

Each dragon and the warrior on its back were tightly enveloped by a layer of flowing, seemingly alive, dense black mist. This eerie barrier effectively isolated the deadly Originium dust that permeated the air.

Soon, this legion of death arrived like a dark cloud over the ruined city of Murmanko!

Immediately afterward, without any hesitation, four powerful followers under Wang Chong charged out from the very front of the Flying Dragon Army! Their chants echoed across the battlefield, carrying a soul-stirring power and unwavering resolve:

"The sword is hatred, the dragon is vengeance, fire is retribution! Pierce through everything!—"

"La grondement du haine (Roar, my wrath!)!!"

"Do not destroy life. Destroy its civilization—"

"Photon Ray (Sword of the War God)!!"

"This radiance is the hope of the stars, a testament to life that illuminates the earth! Behold—"

"Excalibur!!"

"Sink into a mountain of corpses. Collapse—"

"Ex-Calibur Morgan (Reversed Excalibur)!!"

Two pairs of army-level and two pairs of city-level destructive Noble Phantasms are unleashed simultaneously, without any order of priority!

Four different energy torrents, each containing the same world-destroying power, slammed into the city center and onto the north and south city walls, where the Ursus soldiers, still reeling from the aftermath of the natural disaster and not yet fully recovered, were still in shock!

The tragedy unfolded in an instant. Soldiers who hadn't even had time to raise their long-range weapons fell in droves like wheat fields swept by a whirlwind, caught completely off guard by this unimaginable saturation attack.

The piercing screams were instantly swallowed up by the deafening roar of the energy explosion, and thousands of vibrant lives vanished in the dazzling yet deadly light.

"We can't let them steal our thunder, Xiao Lu, it's time for us to make our move!"

Froststar's cool voice rang out amidst the clamor of the battlefield, carrying a hint of competitive eagerness.

“Alright! I’ll clear the area first, then you can take complete control of the situation!” Talulah replied, her eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

Before she finished speaking, Talulah had already struck like an arrow released from a bow. She raised her longsword high, and her fiery Originium Arts surged forth once more!

Wherever her sword pointed, the Ursus troops below, who were frantically trying to rebuild their formation using the broken walls and ruins, were instantly transformed into a fiery hell.

The crimson flames, like living venomous snakes, spread wildly and devoured everything along the streets and ruins! The raging fire soared into the sky, and the intense heat distorted the air.

The armor on the Ursus soldiers melted and deformed rapidly under the terrifying heat. Many of them didn't even have time to let out a complete scream before losing consciousness in the suffocating, burning pain and falling to the ground as charred remains.

Immediately afterwards, Frostnova and the Yeti squad she led unleashed their accumulated Ice Originium Arts without reservation.