Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Chapter 177 Assassins? (Second Update)

The cavalry at the forefront charged like wild horses, speeding through the night. However, they didn't expect that the path ahead was riddled with horse traps.

Instantly, horses screamed and people cried out in alarm as large numbers of cavalry fell into the deep pits, men and horses tumbling.

Amidst the chaos, battle cries suddenly erupted from all directions, deafeningly loud.

A sky full of arrows rained down like a torrential storm, carrying a fierce intent to kill.

Soldiers fell one after another, pierced by arrows, their blood staining the earth red.

Seeing the situation worsen, Drusus felt extremely anxious. He had originally planned to rely on his formidable strength to force his way out of the encirclement, but he hadn't expected to be intercepted by his old rival, Alfonso, at this critical moment.

"Alfonso, how could you be here?" Drusus widened his eyes, looking at his opponent in disbelief.

Alfonso responded with a smile: "So you are going to lose." His smile revealed cunning and triumph, as if everything was under his control.

At the same time, the river water upstream, after the breach, surged down like a raging beast, scattering the heavy infantry stationed in the camp.

The once orderly camp was now a scene of devastation, with less than half of the heavy infantry able to escape.

Although they struggled valiantly, they seemed powerless in the face of such a sudden flood.

Just then, the fully armed Royal Guard Knights appeared.

Riding tall warhorses and wielding lances and shields, they charged towards the enemy with the force of thunder.

Their arrival undoubtedly brought even greater pressure to Drusus's forces, who were already in dire straits.

Drusus did not give up. He waved the longsword in his hand, shouting loudly to encourage his soldiers to fight bravely.

The battle grew fiercer, with both sides trading blows and fighting to a stalemate.

Sauron's eyes were like torches, fixed on the Northwest Second Legion, which was already at a disadvantage on the battlefield.

This was the crucial moment to determine victory or defeat.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to mount his horse, preparing to personally lead his troops in a final decisive battle.

"It's time to end this battle! Warriors, for the Empire, for glory!"

Sauron raised his longsword high, shouting loudly, his voice revealing a firm determination.

Hearing the order, Hiltin and Rein immediately followed Sauron. Accompanying them was also Sauron's personal guard, a truly elite force, all of whom were transcendents.

Although they were few in number, their combat power in the melee was not much less than that of the Royal Guard Knights.

Sauron had been planning this for so long, trapping the enemy here, naturally to divide the combat power of the Second Legion.

In a plain environment, the movement speed of heavy infantry was limited, making it impossible for them to escape.

If Drusus used the heavy infantry as the core and engaged in a decisive battle with them, then even if the Imperial army ultimately won, it would inevitably suffer huge casualties.

This was something Sauron absolutely could not accept.

Therefore, he cleverly used the strategy of water attack, forcing the Second Legion to break through.

The real masterstroke was to force the heavy infantry to cover the rear during the breakout, thereby successfully dividing the combat power of the two.

The implementation of this strategy undoubtedly gave Sauron an absolute advantage on the battlefield.

At this moment, Sauron led his personal guard, charging into the heavy infantry like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain.

Their arrival made the already chaotic heavy infantry even more panicked.

Sauron's guards were all battle-hardened warriors, wielding their longswords and relentlessly cutting down the enemy.

On the battlefield, swords flashed and blood splattered.

Sauron and his guards were like a sharp sword, thrusting straight into the heart of the enemy.

Their bravery and determination made the enemy fear them. With each charge, large numbers of enemies fell;

With each swing of the sword, blood spurted out.

Sauron did not relax in the slightest. Each strike of the Endless Blade absorbed and transformed the prey into Sauron's physique.

His physique was growing at an extremely fast rate, faintly showing a trend of breaking through to the sixth rank.

The voice of the Endless Blade echoed in Sauron's mind, with deep worry: "You have reached your limit. If you continue like this, you will lose control."

Sauron seemed not to have heard. His eyes flashed with a cold light, and the veins on his arms wriggled like small dragons.

He revealed a sneer, a response to the Endless Blade, and also confidence in himself, "Lose control? You underestimate me too much."

Where the sword芒 passed, the heavy infantry in the entire area were cut in half like wheat in a field.

Sauron panted heavily, his body trembling violently, as if fighting against a powerful force. He struggled to control his restless body.

Seeing this, Hiltin and Rein immediately pounced to Sauron's side. Seeing Sauron's condition, deep worry appeared on their faces.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?" Hiltin asked urgently, her voice trembling slightly.

Sauron did not answer immediately. He looked around and finally fixed his gaze on a corner of the battlefield.

There, two bodies of heavy infantry lay quietly. He walked over and laboriously stacked the two bodies together, forming a temporary chair.

He slowly sat down, as if enduring great pain.

After a long time, Sauron slowly opened his mouth: "The assassins have come." His voice was low and powerful, as if each word contained deep coldness.

Hearing this, Hiltin and Rein were shocked. Their eyes became sharp,

Looking around warily.

The personal guards who were fighting also slowly retreated to Sauron's side, as if to build a human wall for him to protect his safety.

Even though the shouts of killing shook the sky, a strange song suddenly sounded, making everyone on the battlefield hear it clearly.

On the battlefield, the corpses that were originally lying quietly on the ground suddenly twitched strangely, as if awakened by some dark force.

They were holding the weapons they used before they were alive.

These zombies had hollow eye sockets and deep cyan skin, as if they were undead crawling out of the abyss of hell.

"Rolin, are you okay!" A heavy infantryman from the Northwest Second Legion saw his comrade who had climbed up again,

Cheerfully greeting him.