Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

This was the true strength of the Imperial Capital's Royal Guard Knights.

Within their ranks, there were two eighth-tier Grand Knight Commanders, and all the thousand-man commanders were seventh-tier knights.

Such high-end combat power was twice that of the Northwest Knights.

Not to mention their individual knight combat strength and excellent equipment, all of which gave them an absolute advantage on the battlefield.

Hilton and Kleiman's personal guards closely protected Soren, their training was excellent, their movements swift, and they intercepted almost any enemy knight who tried to get close.

This made Soren eager to try, but he found it difficult to even find a chance to strike and kill an enemy.

"Alas, what a pity!" the Endless Blade said helplessly beside Soren, it seemed to be able to feel Soren's inner desire and dissatisfaction.

Soren nodded, agreeing with the Endless Blade's view. His heart stirred, and he transmitted a message to the Endless Blade: "Can you absorb the energy from these battles from a distance?"

The Endless Blade seemed amused by this question, and responded with a hint of sarcasm: "Heh heh, you're not pretty, but your ideas are quite beautiful."

After hearing this, Soren's face suddenly showed an embarrassed expression, and his head seemed to be covered with black lines.

The Endless Blade did not continue to mock him, but changed the subject and said: "However, this battle is not without gains for me. I have recorded all three knight skills used on the battlefield, which can be considered a small gain!"

Soren was stunned when he heard this news. He asked somewhat uncertainly: "What did you just say? You recorded all three knight skills? Can I use these skills?"

"Of course," the Endless Blade said proudly: "These three knight skills have been recorded on me. If you want to use them, you must wear me. Only in this way can you unleash the full power of these skills."

Soren was shocked. He had never thought that the Endless Blade would have such a function.

No wonder in the game, Tyrant Soren was able to master so many knight skills, it turned out that this was all thanks to the Endless Blade.

On the fierce battlefield, Cassin was at the heart of the battle, facing the joint siege of Andrei and Pfa.

The two eighth-tier Grand Knight Commanders were like fierce tigers on the battlefield, their every attack was fierce and deadly.

Andrei wielded a heavy sword, each swing carrying the force of thunder. His swordsmanship was steady and ruthless, and each flash of sword light seemed to devour Cassin.

Pfa was as agile as the wind, and the spear in his hand was like a poisonous snake, delivering fatal blows to Cassin at critical moments.

The high-level knights around Cassin fell one by one, their sacrifice filled Cassin's heart with grief and anger. However, he was unable to reverse the situation. Under the siege of Andrei and Pfa, he gradually felt powerless.

Finally, in a fierce confrontation, Pfa seized the opportunity, and his spear was like a dragon emerging from the sea, stabbing directly at Cassin.

Although Cassin tried his best to resist, he was still hit by the spear's enormous power. He only felt a stuffiness in his chest, and his whole body was struck by lightning, involuntarily falling from his horse.

Andrei and Pfa did not kill Cassin immediately, but looked at him with indifferent eyes.

Under their siege, the once invincible Cassin finally succumbed.

At this moment, the entire battlefield fell into silence, only the sound of the wind and the gasps of the soldiers echoed in the air.

With Cassin's defeat, the entire Northwest Knights fell into an unprecedented predicament.

The remaining Northwest Knights, although still maintaining their fighting will, felt unprecedented pressure in the face of heavy encirclement and constant volleys of arrows.

The crossbow cavalry, which was deeply hated, appeared again like ghosts. They quietly surrounded the Knights, and as soon as anyone tried to break through, they would be met with a rain of arrows.

This dense rain of arrows was daunting, as if even the sky was covered.

Under Hilton's strict protection, Soren stared coldly at the Northwest Knights who were surrounded.

At this moment, the situation was almost hopeless for the Northwest Knights, but they still had no intention of giving up.

A trace of admiration flashed in Soren's eyes, but more of it was determination and decisiveness.

He took a deep breath, and shouted loudly and firmly to the surrounded knights: "Knights of the Northwest, you have shown unparalleled courage and determination. But now, the situation is clear, and continuing to resist will only cause more lives to be sacrificed in vain. I, Soren, in the capacity of the Imperial Crown Prince, sincerely invite you to join our ranks. I promise here that I will never pursue your crimes of rebellion."

As soon as Soren's voice fell, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

The Northwest Knights looked at each other, their eyes revealing complex emotions. They knew that Soren's words were not unreasonable, but surrender was an unacceptable choice for a knight.

Cassin struggled to get up, but was knocked down by Pfa with a spear, and then pinned down by several thousand-man commanders, who sealed his mouth to prevent him from speaking.

In this silence, some knights began to waver.

They looked at their comrades who were constantly falling down after being hit by arrows, and then looked at Soren's firm and sincere eyes, and the defenses in their hearts began to gradually collapse.

Finally, after a brief silence, some knights put down their weapons and chose to surrender.

Soren also kept his promise, guaranteeing their safety and dignity.

On the battlefield, smoke filled the air, and the remaining two thousand Northwest Knights, despite being in desperate situations, still adhered to their beliefs and refused to surrender. Their eyes burned with anger, and they angrily scolded those compatriots who chose to surrender.

"You traitors, you have wasted the prince's meticulous care for you..." A severely injured thousand-man commander, despite being severely exhausted, still used all his strength to loudly reprimand those knights who chose to surrender.

Soren's eyes instantly turned cold when he heard this. He quickly grabbed the longbow from Eaton's hand next to him, gripped the bowstring tightly, and pulled it hard.

The bow was like a full moon, the arrow was like a shooting star, and it shot straight at the Northwest thousand-man commander who was scolding.

The arrow accurately pierced the thousand-man commander's brow, his eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe everything in front of him, and then he fell heavily to the ground, dying on the spot.

Soren looked coldly at the fallen thousand-man commander and said: "If you want to be buried with Corin Bragg, that is your choice, but it does not mean that other knights have to follow you to death."