I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 719 - 453 One Month_2

Successive ear-splitting booms rang out, the bridgehead fortress was shrouded in smoke and explosions, reduced to a terrifying inferno of ruins!

Immediately afterward.

Everyone snapped back from their daze to find themselves still inside the tent, Jack’s voice came unhurriedly:

"Hmm, according to the original destiny line, more than twenty thousand soldiers of the Imperial Army would have vanished along with the Hercules Bridgehead Fortress, destroyed in a horrific explosion…"

The players wore shocked expressions as they looked up to see Jack’s face, calm as ever.

"But destiny has been changed."

Although he didn’t say it outright, the dozen or so players had already read between the lines...

"—It really was Jack?! It was he who neutralized the massive explosion that was supposed to happen!"

"—Holy shit... So there was this kind of hidden storyline. If Su Keying hadn’t mentioned the forum post, we wouldn’t have known about this."

"—Do you think there have been many major events that were already altered by Jack, and we just didn’t know? Or maybe by other hidden big shots of the Destiny Faction?"

"—Hisss, that’s terrifying to contemplate…"

"—Bro Bei, can you ask if Jack is still taking apprentices? I could reroll and train in the Destiny Faction... Just thinking about reversing world lines in the future like Jack makes me feel so freaking cool!"

"—Yeah, yeah, that ability is so cunningly domineering! I want to switch Profession and play Destiny Faction too!"

Polaris only rolled his eyes at this and pretended not to see.

Before long, Jack said to the players:

"Alright, the battle for the bridgehead fortress has just ended, and I’m a bit tired, I’d like to rest for a bit."

Getting the hint, the players exchanged glances, then rose and excused themselves one after the other.

After the players had left, Chen Lun instructed the black cats in some miscellaneous tasks, with Nada meowing twice to show respectful acknowledgement.

Until Chen Lun was left alone in the tent.

"Phew..."

He exhaled, leaned back in his chair, and rubbed his temples.

The first battle of the western war had come to a perfect close, and he had reaped plenty of benefits from his early preparations... The most important of which was Experience Points.

Chen Lun opened his panel to check, and a smile soon appeared on his face.

[Experience: 214W/45W]

’With the accumulation from reading over time, plus the kill rewards from the Hercules Bridgehead Fortress campaign, I’ve amassed over two million Experience Points... A significant part of that came from the players’ efforts, as they share a small portion of their earned Experience with me when they kill enemies.’

He didn’t hesitate and directly allocated the Experience Points to his Main Occupation [Juggler LV40], levelling up four times. The remaining 20,000 Experience Points were insufficient to level up further, so Chen Lun had to give up.

[Main Occupation Level Up, you feel your body has been strengthened, Life Limit +200, Physical Strength Limit +200, Sanity Limit +2, Strength +2, Endurance +2, Agility +4, Intelligence +4!]

[You have obtained 4 Skill Points, 4 Attribute Points!]

Chen Lun looked at the panel and sighed internally at how increasingly difficult levelling up had become.

’I hope to max out both [Juggler] and [Inscriber] in the upcoming battles... Only then can I meet the requirements for the Promotion Task.’

He shook his head.

In the following days.

Chen Lun and his subordinates stayed at the Hercules Bridgehead Fortress. After the Imperial Army’s cleaning, sweeping, and repairs, it gradually began to shine anew.

Perhaps the rear command had received the triumphant news sent by General Vance, starting to send preliminary supply troops from the Empire Border cities continuously.

Chen Lun privately speculated that perhaps next, as General Vance had said, the Imperial Army would continually send troops through Hercules Bridgehead Fortress, pushing into the heartland of the Yake Principality, significantly affecting the main front.

That day, as he was casually chatting with Floey and other subordinates in his temporary residence, he suddenly received a prompt from the panel—

[Due to your actions in the "Hercules Bridgehead Fortress Campaign," tales of your deeds are spreading within the 14th Legion of the Empire’s Western Expedition Army...]

[Regional Song Spread increased by 3 Points! Currently at 140 Points! (Note: Epic Song Spread 4 Points)]

"What’s wrong?"

Floey, who had just refilled his teacup, asked in confusion.

Chen Lun came back to his senses, smiled faintly, and shook his head.

"Nothing much…"

Yet he mused to himself:

’I am not far from the required 5 points of epic credentials needed for promotion…’

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The smoke of the western war continued to drift.

Although residents in the cities deep inside the Empire couldn’t see the specific processes, many dedicated war correspondents followed the army on expedition, recording numerous details on the front lines.

After being vetted by the military’s audit department, those news articles, managed by media companies, were printed in factories and sold to households everywhere.

"The Empire triumphs!"

"The Sun’s radiance showers across the entire continent!"

"Rebellious children will eventually return to their father’s embrace!"

"After three hundred and twenty years, the lost territory has returned!"

All sorts of exhilarating headlines filled the daily news of every newspaper. Countless members of the upper class and wealthy merchants discussed the war in public, and no one found this repulsive. On the contrary, pride and a sense of superiority swelled in every Imperial citizen’s heart.

Time shifted, and nearly a month had passed since Chen Lun joined the army on its campaign.

The Imperial Army, divided into multiple groups, pressed towards the Anlong United Kingdom across the whole front.

The 14th Army Group, which Chen Lun belonged to, relied on the Hercules Bridgehead Fortress to continuously shrink the operational range of the Yake Principality, capturing town after town.

Thereby, he was able to get a glimpse of the situation on the other battlefields… The state of the Anlong United Kingdom was perilous, most likely hanging by a thread.

Perhaps in less than half a month, the opposition would be defeated and surrender.

This was never a fair battle to begin with. Looking across the entire continent, even kingdoms like Beelzebub, Byron, and Shuoli were but vassals to the Tresor Empire, let alone Anlong—a united kingdom existing in a crack.

The Tresor Empire was recognized as the strongest nation, having almost unified the continent four thousand years ago. For Anlong to have lasted over a month was already quite surprising.

That day, Chen Lun followed the Imperial Army, now reinforced to over fifty thousand, to a forest that seemed like a primordial land.

This region was deep within Yake Principality territory. Sixty kilometers further ahead lay the Nabile Forest Castle, the largest castle besides the capital of the Yake Principality.

"Leader, we have received news from the military; the capital of the Sherol Principality was breached by the Imperial Army last evening, and they declared surrender over the course of the night… The Tzebureba Principality is surrounded by four army groups and probably won’t last much longer. Additionally, those small kingdoms were easily swept through by the Imperial Army early on. Now, as long as we secure victory here, the war should be nearly over, right?"

Legislator Frey lifted a glass of wine in the carriage and asked Chen Lun respectfully after taking a sip.

"Hmm… If there are no unforeseen events, mostly likely it will be so,"

Chen Lun nodded slightly.

He turned his head to look out the window. Although it was a forest, the trees were not lush; instead, they seemed short and sparse… it was hard to tell whether this was due to the species or the geographical environment.

Countless soldiers silently marched within sight, with numerous giant wagons following closely behind. As if sensing danger, the animals in the forest dared not make any cries, and all around there was silence.

Recalling his experiences during this period, Chen Lun took a somewhat bored sip of milk.

He led his team along with the army in several battles, both large and small, but nothing particularly noteworthy happened, mainly because they were winning handily, and there was not much he could do.

At most, he kept issuing kill missions to the players through the panel, encouraging them to farm experience points for themselves. The harvest was indeed substantial, with several million experience points gained.

Chen Lun stuck his head out the carriage window, gazing far ahead.

Beyond the bustling figures of the troops, only the obstructing trees and some crooked sandstone paths could be seen.

It was now mid to late June, and the temperature was gradually rising, filling the environment with mugginess.

Through the forest, Chen Lun seemed to see the distant castle, and he thought to himself:

’This should be the last battle I participate in, but it most likely won’t be that simple…’

The reason he had such an idea stemmed from a reminder from his Spiritual Intuition and a premonition from last night’s Dream Divination.

In the dream, the forest castle bloomed with a wall full of roses, and likewise, the bodies of countless soldiers blossomed with vivid red flowers, a sight too beautiful for words.

’The Beelzebub Kingdom stands behind the Anlong United Kingdom… The Rose Royal Family will not sit by and watch them be easily defeated.’

Chen Lun’s expression was profound.