Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

When Soren finally awoke after being unconscious for five days, he slowly opened his heavy eyelids.

Through the blur, he saw a familiar figure—Jennifer.

Her eyes sparkled with joyful tears as she gazed intently at him.

“Your Highness, you’re finally awake!” Jennifer’s voice carried an undisguised excitement and joy.

She carefully reached out and gently grasped Soren’s icy hand, “I’ll go and ask Master Avanti to come over and give you a thorough examination.”

Jennifer turned and hurried away, spreading the good news throughout the camp.

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Upon hearing the news, the soldiers, whether drilling or resting, stopped what they were doing and cheered.

The entire camp seemed to be injected with new vitality, and for a time, it was extraordinarily lively.

At the same time, the soldiers of the Empire's First and Third Legions looked at the cheering friendly forces, somewhat bewildered and at a loss.

They didn't know what had happened yet, only to be infected by the sudden festive atmosphere, until someone definitively told them: “The Crown Prince is awake!” Only then did they suddenly understand, and immediately joined in the celebration.

After learning the truth of Soren's serious injury and coma, the soldiers of the First and Third Legions immediately felt indignant.

They brandished their weapons and shouted to avenge His Highness.

At this moment, Soren's prestige in their hearts reached its peak.

When Corena heard the news of Soren's awakening, she was so excited that she could barely control herself.

She rushed to Soren's bedside, tears streaming down her face like pear blossoms in the rain, and tightly grasped Soren's hand, “Brother, you’re finally awake. Do you know how worried we were about you?”

“How is the battle situation now?” Soren’s voice was low and urgent, accompanied by a violent cough.

The first thing Soren cared about upon waking up was not his own injuries, but the victory or defeat of the battle.

The surrounding generals couldn’t help but turn red-eyed when they saw Soren in such a state.

Alfonso quickly responded: “The Northwest Second Legion has been completely annihilated by the enemy, and 126,531 enemy troops have been captured.”

As for the wounded, there was no need to report them.

“Our army suffered 27,591 deaths and 52,532 injuries.”

Soren nodded slightly. He had expected this number, but the cruelty of reality still made his heart clench. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his cough, and continued to ask, “How far are we from Fulja City now?”

Alfonso said, “One hundred and twenty-five kilometers.”

Soren frowned, “Why are we still resting here?” There was a hint of blame and incomprehension in his words, and the emotional fluctuations triggered another violent cough.

At this moment, Corena seemed a little guilty, and said, “Because of your injury, Brother, we were worried that your physical condition couldn't withstand the journey, so…” Her voice became smaller and smaller, obviously not entirely confident in her decision.

Soren was about to get angry and blame them for missing the opportunity, when Brayle hurriedly walked in.

“Your Majesty, I have already dispatched the vanguard to Fulja City early, and at the same time ordered the engineering corps to speed up the construction of siege equipment. By the time our main force arrives at Fulja City, these machines should be almost ready.”

Brayle’s words were like a spring breeze, instantly easing the tense atmosphere.

A hint of relief appeared on Soren’s face.

It wasn't that Soren was patriotic; he simply couldn't stand this arduous military life, and had to persevere for the sake of his persona.

If possible, he naturally hoped to end the war as soon as possible.

On the walls of Fulja City, the bricks and stones had weathered the storms, yet remained solid, as if symbolizing the city's unyielding will.

Prince Kellen stood there, his deep eyes piercing through the city walls, landing on the soldiers and civilians who were busy reinforcing the defensive works.

His gaze then turned to the distance, where the Empire's army was stationed, with banners fluttering, showing the other side's strong military force.

In just two months, the battle situation had undergone earth-shattering changes.

Their Northwest Army had once invaded the Empire's hinterland, and their morale was high, but the destruction of the First Legion led by Prince had struck everyone unprepared.

Then came the fall of Mons Fortress and the annihilation of the Second Legion.

Successive failures had wiped out Prince Kellen's last bit of confidence.

Now, only 150,000 troops remain in the territory, 100,000 of whom are recruits with little training.

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Ground 1 knows how long it will take to send merit to the city.

Just then, Tyron's figure appeared on the city wall, his face pale and his gait slightly unsteady.

Seeing his brother return, Prince Kellen's face showed a long-lost smile, but he was immediately shocked by Tyron's injuries.

“You’re injured?” Prince Kellen’s voice was full of concern.

Tyron smiled wryly and nodded, “The Empire’s Crown Prince is indeed not simple.” He said, his tone revealing a murderous intent towards him.

Prince Kellen patted Tyron on the shoulder and said with a firm gaze, “No matter what, we must defend this city. For our homeland, for our people, we cannot retreat.”

Tyron nodded, his eyes also flashing with a firm light.

The two stood side by side, looking out at the Empire's army outside the city, their hearts filled with determination and courage.

In a towering tower of Fulja City, Number Three and Number Five stood quietly on the wide terrace,

gazing into the distance.

They overlooked this ancient city, and saw soldiers busily shuttling through the streets, nervously carrying out defensive work.

Every corner of the city was filled with a solemn atmosphere of impending war.

Number Five, the necromancer who ambushed Soren in the dense forest that day, frowned at this moment, looking at the busy defenders under the city, his tone carrying a hint of disdain and boredom: “It seems that this Prince Kellen can't hold on anymore. That guy Number Four doesn't plan to come back either, so what are we still doing here?”

Number Three didn't answer immediately, he just quietly watched the distant horizon, as if waiting for something.

After a moment, he slowly opened his mouth, “Number One is coming.”

When Number Five heard this sentence, he immediately restrained his previous casual attitude, and his expression became serious.

“The boss is finally coming!” Number Five exclaimed, then a trace of anticipation and curiosity flashed in his eyes, “I wonder if the Holy Prague Empire still has any Sword Saints. If there is a chance, I really want to see how powerful those legendary Sword Saints are.”