Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

As long as there's no evidence, Baron Pafford's title cannot be stripped, and eventually, the title will still be returned to Earl Stuart's grandson.

Everything Soren has planned will be for naught.

Earl Stuart played a beautiful hand, turning the tables.

Soren's expression grew increasingly gloomy. The game he had meticulously arranged seemed to be facing a crisis of being completely disrupted. At this moment, Soren's mind raced, thinking of countermeasures.

Jennifer walked over with a smile and said, "Your Highness, to deal with unforeseen circumstances, I brought the mage corps."

Hearing about the mage corps, Soren couldn't help but laugh.

"I really love you to death," Soren said, gently pinching Jennifer's cheek.

Soren's affection for Jennifer grew stronger and stronger. She was exceptionally intelligent, and many matters entrusted to her were perfectly resolved, often bringing him surprises.

In Soren's heart, Jennifer was no longer just a capable assistant but also a special presence.

Those around them were used to Soren's affectionate behavior. Many speculated that when Soren ascended the throne, Jennifer would definitely become at least a royal consort.

Perhaps in their eyes, the union of this golden couple was only a matter of time.

In contrast, Earl Stuart's face was ashen.

The normal size of a mage corps is five hundred. The Northwest Mage Corps initially had six hundred members. After the Northwest Army was defeated, besides those killed and a small number who escaped, about three hundred were captured alive.

To rebuild the Northwest Mage Corps, Soren transferred mages from various legions and recruited a large number of low-level mages from the Adventurers' Guild, barely establishing the framework of the mage corps.

Its eventual formation was thanks to Great-Grandfather Alonso's three months of training, which allowed the mage corps to truly possess the combat power of a mage corps, rather than just a large-scale mage unit.

An important indicator of a mage corps is legion-level joint magic.

Large-scale magical barriers also fall under the category of legion-level joint magic.

Under Soren's command, the mage corps meticulously set up a Light Barrier around the Burial Mound.

The effect of this barrier is to bathe the entire Burial Mound in light, posing no harm to humans.

To the undead, however, it is akin to a slow-acting poison. It won't instantly obliterate them but will slowly erode their undead fire.

The mage corps took their positions, and as the incantations sounded in unison, walls of light slowly rose from the four sides of the Burial Mound, completely enveloping the area.

Countless pure white rays of light descended from the sky, scattering upon the piled-up bones.

Strands of black gas continuously emanated from within the bones—this was the power of death.

When this power accumulates to a certain extent, it can give rise to undead.

Indeed, as Earl Stuart had expected, such a vast Burial Mound had long nurtured undead.

However, the newly born undead were extremely weak, constantly lurking in the depths of the Burial Mound, silently absorbing the undead fire.

As the power of light continued to erode them, those weak undead emitted painful howls, their voices echoing in the desolate Burial Mound, sending chills down one's spine.

The mage corps' incantations grew even more impassioned, and the power of light became even stronger, constantly compressing the undead's living space.

Suddenly, a powerful dark aura shot up from the deepest part of the Burial Mound, instantly breaking through the barrier of light.

A huge undead lord, exuding a terrifying aura, appeared before everyone.

It roared furiously, its powerful force causing the surrounding air to tremble.

The faces of the mage corps members instantly turned grim.

Soren narrowed his eyes slightly, staring intently at the menacing undead lord before him, carefully assessing its strength.

"A sixth-order undead lord!" Hiltin's voice rang out.

Soren cracked his neck, gripped the Endless Blade tightly, and said in a deep voice, "It's been a while since I've stretched my muscles.

Let me warm up; you guys cover me."

Hiltin and Anka nodded slightly, knowing their Highness's extraordinary combat power as a knight. Ordinary sixth-order professionals were simply no match for him.

Soren fiercely squeezed his horse's flanks. The warhorse neighed and shot towards the undead lord like an arrow. The wind howled in his ears.

Seeing this, the undead lord opened its bloody maw, let out a deafening roar, and swung its huge, bone-spiked claws, bringing a gust of cold wind straight at Soren.

After landing, Soren quickly adjusted his posture and launched another charge. He skillfully controlled the warhorse, engaging the undead lord in a melee.

Each charge and attack contained terrifying power, and the Endless Blade whistled sharply as it cut through the air.

Suddenly, the undead lord's eyes flashed with a strange red light, and it spat out a stream of black flames from its mouth, directly at Soren.

Soren dodged sideways, and the flames scorched the corner of his clothes.

Soren seized the opportunity. As the warhorse was running at full speed, he suddenly leaned to the side, and the Endless Blade stabbed towards the undead lord's abdomen at a tricky angle.

The undead lord couldn't dodge in time and was stabbed by the Endless Blade, causing black gas to gush out.

The injured undead lord became even more frenzied. The dark aura on its body surged, and it waved its hands, summoning several sharp bone spears, shooting at Soren from all directions.

Soren wielded the Endless Blade, knocking away the bone spears that were shot at him one by one.

However, Soren's fighting spirit grew even higher. He roared, and a dazzling light burst out from his body—the Glory of the Knight, granting him endless power and courage.

Knight's Glory is a single-target knight skill that enhances all attributes.

Soren launched a final charge. The warhorse's hooves flew, like a bolt of lightning.

As he approached the undead lord, he used all his strength to split open the bone shield in front of him, and the Endless Blade pierced into the undead lord's heart.

The undead lord let out a desperate scream, and its huge body crashed to the ground. The dark mist and magical skills also dissipated.

Soren reined in the warhorse, the Endless Blade pointing straight at the sky, and the armor on his body shone with the light of victory in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Earl Stuart looked at Soren, who was like a god of war descending to earth, and couldn't help but shiver.

A fifth-order knight single-handedly challenged and killed a sixth-order undead lord—this strength was enough to make people tremble.

The thought of Soren inheriting the throne in the future made Earl Stuart's eyes turn cold.