Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Watching Ito and the commoner guards resolutely prepare to sacrifice themselves to buy time for Soren to escape, Soren's heart was filled with guilt and helplessness.

Although their status was humble, at this moment they displayed unparalleled courage and loyalty.

The noble guard representative, Camille, had a firm look in his eyes. With a flash of his figure, he quickly rushed to Soren's side.

Cooperating tacitly with another sixth-order knight, the two of them, one on the left and one on the right, supported Soren's arms, preparing to break through. Their movements were swift and decisive, demonstrating the high quality and composure of the noble guards in the face of danger.

When the other noble guards saw the commoners rushing in front of them, they also unhesitatingly raised their shields, tightly surrounding Soren, forming a second solid line of defense of flesh and blood.

Their eyes were filled with determination and resolve, as if they were using their lives to interpret "As nobles, we have the glory and pride of nobles."

"As nobles, we shoulder glory and pride. Today, for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, we will not hesitate!"

Camille shouted loudly, his voice passionate and firm, as if it could penetrate the noise of the battlefield and reach the hearts of everyone.

Afterward, Camille handed Soren to Corena beside him, "Your Highness Princess, it's too dangerous here. Quickly take His Highness the Crown Prince to Minister Brel, he is a half-step Holy Knight, powerful, and has several eighth-order knights cooperating with him, he will definitely be able to protect the Crown Prince in front of the Sword Saint."

Corena nodded, without saying much, just tightly grabbed Soren's arm, preparing to break through. At this time, the situation on the battlefield became increasingly severe.

The First Sword Saint's swordsmanship was as fast as lightning, making it impossible to defend against.

Pufa, being weaker, was the first to be knocked away by the First Sword Saint's sword, heavily falling to the ground, his life or death unknown.

And Hilltin, who had been hiding in the dark, also took advantage of this opportunity to attack the First Sword Saint.

He appeared behind the First Sword Saint like a ghost, the knight's sword in his hand flashing with a cold light, stabbing straight at the First Sword Saint's back.

This sword was Hilltin's strongest sword in his life, and no knight of the same level could block it.

The First Sword Saint seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, his body slightly to the side, easily dodging Hilltin's fatal blow.

He turned around, looked coldly at Hilltin, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"Number Three, Number Five, ignore these guys, go directly to kill the target! I will quickly deal with these troublesome guys," the First Sword Saint said coldly.

Hearing the First Sword Saint's order, Number Three and Number Five exchanged a glance, then turned around without hesitation and chased after Soren and Corena.

Their figures were agile and their speed was extremely fast, quickly closing the distance between themselves and Soren and Corena.

Feeling the danger behind her, Corena tightly held Soren's hand and increased her speed. However, after all, she was only one person, and with Soren as a "burden", her speed naturally could not be fast.

Seeing that Number Three and Number Five were about to catch up, Corena became anxious and prepared to use her special ability to delay time.

Just then, a figure suddenly flashed out from the side, blocking Number Three and Number Five.

It was Camille, who, along with several other sixth-order transcendents, stood in front of the two mages, looking at Number Three and Number Five with firm eyes.

Number Five cursed inwardly, took a deep breath, and quickly chanted a spell, summoning countless sharp bone spurs, intending to solve these tenacious guards in one fell swoop.

Just as the bone spurs were about to fall, a crisp snap of fingers suddenly sounded.

This sound seemed to possess some kind of magic, causing the impending disaster to come to an abrupt halt.

The bone spurs in the sky suddenly burst open after the snap of fingers, turning into countless fragments and scattering down.

Number Five felt a powerful backlash force coming, his body trembled involuntarily. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and a trace of horror and incomprehension flashed in his eyes.

"These are all good seedlings of the empire, they can't be hurt by you."

An elegant and indifferent voice echoed in the air.

This voice seemed to possess some kind of magic, making people feel awe.

The First Sword Saint, who was originally preparing to kill Andre, suddenly retracted the knife in his hand upon hearing this voice, and quickly jumped backward.

In the place where he had just stood, a sharp earth thorn suddenly burst out of the ground, pointing straight at the sky.

If this earth thorn had appeared a moment later, I'm afraid the First Sword Saint would have been seriously injured and fallen to the ground.

With a solemn expression, he turned his head to look, only to see a figure slowly walking over.

The person was wearing a robe, his face was calm and profound, as if everything was under control.

"Oh, a Saint Magister has come," the First Sword Saint narrowed his eyes, his tone carrying a hint of dread.

Although they were powerful, they did not dare to be careless in front of a Saint Magister.

The arrival of the Saint Magister undoubtedly brought new variables to this battle.

His appearance not only alerted Number Three and Number Five, but also gave the guards a glimmer of hope.

At this time, the atmosphere on the battlefield became extremely tense.

Both sides were secretly accumulating strength, preparing to meet the next contest. And the Saint Magister stood there quietly, as if all the disputes had nothing to do with him. However, his appearance became a key turning point in this battle.

A glint of light flashed in the Saint Magister's eyes, and he slowly opened his mouth: "Let's end this struggle here." Although his voice was flat, it revealed an unquestionable majesty.

Number Three and Number Five exchanged a glance, and although they were unwilling, they also knew that in front of the Saint Magister, they had no chance of winning.

"You go deal with the remaining Imperial Knights."

The First Sword Saint stomped on the ground fiercely, the ground cracked, and in the next second, he appeared above the Saint Magister's head.

"Wind Riding One-Sword Slash!"

Ka-cha!

The magic shield above the Saint Magister's head shattered instantly under this sword, but the moment the samurai sword touched the Saint Magister, the Saint Magister's body suddenly exploded, and terrifying magical energy swept across the entire battlefield,

blowing the First Sword Saint away.

In mid-air, the First Sword Saint quickly adjusted his body, and then countless earth thorns rose sharply from the ground, and then shot towards the sky like arrows.

"Wind Coil!" The First Sword Saint looked at the earth thorns sweeping towards him, without diminishing his momentum, he flipped in the air, and slashed out a dragon wind, blowing all the earth thorns away.