Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Number Three said urgently, "Your Excellency, look at that man. He is Soren Brag, the Crown Prince of the Holy Brag Empire. This man is not only a brilliant strategist but also exceptionally intelligent. If we don't eliminate him as soon as possible, he will undoubtedly become the Shogunate's greatest obstacle to conquering the continent in the future."

The middle-aged man looked in the direction Number Three pointed, his gaze fixed on the young Crown Prince. He nodded slightly, indicating his agreement with Number Three's assessment. "Yoshi! Soren Brag, indeed a remarkable figure."

"So, this is the army of the Holy Brag Empire!" he said slowly, his voice revealing an undeniable authority. "Indeed, they are well-trained and well-equipped, but that is not an excuse for your failed assassination, Hayata-kun."

His words carried a hint of disappointment, causing Number Three and Number Five to involuntarily lower their heads, filled with guilt.

Number Three and Number Five exchanged a glance, both seeing the helplessness and self-reproach in each other's eyes.

They knew that this failure was not just about the uncompleted mission but also a betrayal of this man's trust and expectations.

The middle-aged man seemed unwilling to reprimand them further. He changed the subject and continued, "However,

let's consider today's matter concluded. Past failures should not become stumbling blocks in our path forward but rather serve as the motivation for us to strive ahead."

On the vast earth, war drums rumbled, their sound echoing between the expansive plains and ancient city walls.

Following the urgent rhythm of the signal drums, the soldiers of the Imperial army were in high spirits, their iron armor gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Their steps were firm and orderly, as if one entity, slowly approaching the northwest city gate.

Every soldier's eyes revealed a thirst for victory and a determination for battle.

Unanimously, they held only one belief in their hearts.

That was victory!

A title of nobility!

At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, the Allied Noble army also launched an offensive.

Their target was directly aimed at the southeast city gate, banners fluttering, warhorses neighing, and the soldiers' shouts shaking the sky.

The nobles' armor was inlaid with family crests, these crests not only representing their honor,

but also bearing their responsibilities and missions.

Above the city walls, the rebel soldiers defending the city nervously stared at the approaching enemy in the distance.

The weapons in their hands were tightly gripped, their eyes flashing with fear and unease; too many of them were just ordinary civilians who had just picked up weapons.

In this battle, there was also a force that could not be ignored—the mage corps.

They stood at the rear of the battlefield, wearing robes, holding staffs, and their faces revealing solemn and mysterious expressions.

His eyes gleamed with the flames of ambition, as if he had already foreseen the glory after victory.

The leader of the Allied Nobles was a middle-aged knight clad in golden armor, Earl Karyl, waving the longsword in his hand, inspiring the soldiers to advance bravely.

As the two armies continued to approach, the battle was imminent.

Arrows rained down on the city walls, and the defending soldiers fought hard to resist. At this moment, the mage corps' magic was also ready. They raised their staffs high, and a powerful energy emanated from the tips of the staffs,

shooting straight into the sky.

This energy gradually spread out, forming a huge energy field that enveloped the city walls.

Suddenly, a dazzling light erupted from the energy field, shooting straight into the sky.

Immediately afterward, a huge shock wave spread in all directions, and a deafening roar resounded through the clouds.

This was the large-scale magic released by the mage corps, and its power was enough to destroy all obstacles in its path.

Under the cover of magic, the Imperial army and the Allied Nobles launched an even more fierce offensive.

The soldiers charged towards the city gates, shouting, their weapons gleaming coldly in the sunlight, each strike filled with power and determination.

The defending soldiers on the city walls were not to be outdone, and they fought hard to resist the enemy's attack.

Arrows, logs, and stones fell like rain, causing considerable obstacles for the attacking side.

However, with the support of the powerful offensive and magic, the Imperial army and the Allied Nobles gradually gained the upper hand.

The battle entered a heated stage, and both sides made great efforts and sacrifices.

As time passed, the sound of war drums became more and more urgent, and the soldiers' shouts also became louder and louder.

The battle entered the final decisive stage, and both sides tried their best to defeat each other.

When the north city gate was the first to be breached under the fierce offensive, the Imperial soldiers burst out with crazy shouts, as if the suppressed beasts had finally been released.

They rushed into Fulga City, their iron armor clashing against each other, making a clang, and their swords flashing with cold light, casting shadows on the city walls.

Everyone's faces were filled with fanaticism and desire. This battle would be an excellent opportunity for them to be ennobled,

and no one was willing to miss it.

In this frenzied atmosphere, a detail was overlooked by everyone.

The Allied Noble army, which was originally responsible for attacking the east city gate, slowed down its offensive at some point. Their movements became exceptionally cautious, as if waiting for something.

Even more puzzling was that they also transferred the reserve troops to the front, putting on a posture of betting everything on one throw.

Soren stood on the command platform, his eyes always fixed on every change on the battlefield. Suddenly, he subconsciously glanced at the Allied Noble army in the eastern district, and his brow furrowed slightly.

At this time, the Infinity Blade at his waist suddenly spoke, reminding him: "A strong person has locked onto you."

Soren was shocked when he heard this, and he asked in disbelief: "An assassin dares to assassinate me at this time?"

The Infinity Blade replied briefly: "Eastern District."

Soren's eyes narrowed slightly, and a sense of murderous aura emanated from him. He suddenly shouted: "The Seventh Legion battalion, form a line to the east!" His voice was loud and firm, echoing in the sky above the battlefield.

Yasso was slightly stunned after hearing his brother's order, but he quickly obeyed the order out of instinct and quickly went to mobilize troops.

This deployment seemed normal, but unexpectedly, it stimulated the Allied Noble army in the eastern direction.

The Allied Noble army suddenly burst out with even more frenzied shouts, and like enraged beasts,

they rushed towards the command platform where Soren was located.

Their eyes were filled with madness and murderous intent, as if they wanted to tear Soren to pieces.