Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Countless Fireball spells flew from behind, blanketing the charging Orc army.

Explosions echoed incessantly, the deafening roars seeming to tear the sky.

Flames and smoke filled the air as Orcish heavy infantry howled in agony amidst the blasts.

The Orcs were filled with rage and resentment, never expecting humans to employ such tactics.

They watched their comrades fall one by one, fueling their burning fury.

They vowed to break through the human lines and avenge their fallen brothers.

The subsequent barrage of stones and arrows rained down like a storm, momentarily halting the Orcish advance.

As the Orcish heavy infantry reached the fortress perimeter, a thunderous rumble erupted.

Steel spears, each several meters long, shot out from the ground, forming a terrifying hedgehog formation.

The sharp spears glinted menacingly in the sunlight, as if declaring humanity's staunch resistance to the Orcs. The sudden hedgehog defense halted the Orcs, and many of those in the front were instantly impaled, their blood staining the earth crimson.

Yet, the Orcs did not falter, continuing their roars, their hearts ablaze with a thirst for battle and an unwavering belief in victory.

They were confident that with their combined strength and courage, they could breach this defense.

Teommy unleashed a furious roar, a sound that seemed to pierce the heavens. He leaped forward, soaring like a cannonball into the rear of the hedgehog formation. He sent over a dozen soldiers flying with a single hammer blow, the sheer power causing the ground to tremble. Before he could revel in his success, he sensed a spear thrusting towards him from the side.

It was Edmund, now clad in a brand-new set of armor. He stood tall and resolute, his eyes unwavering, a golden spear gleaming in his grasp.

Teommy sneered at the sight of the seemingly insignificant Seventh-Order warrior: "You're dead, human vermin!"

He was filled with disdain, completely underestimating Edmund. To him, this human was no more than an ant, easily crushed at any moment.

Edmund, however, remained unfazed, gripping his spear tightly, his eyes burning with the fire of battle.

Facing the formidable Orcish heavy infantry leader, Teommy, he felt no fear, only an endless surge of fighting spirit. The battlefield was thick with smoke and the clamor of war.

The clash between Edmund and Teommy erupted instantly, like exploding sparks igniting the tense atmosphere of the entire battlefield.

Edmund wore his new equipment, the armor radiating a mystical light, as if providing him with an indestructible shield.

He raised his warhammer high and swung it down with immense force, the wind whistling as it fell, seemingly capable of shattering the very air. Edmund, thanks to the increased speed granted by his equipment, agilely dodged to the side. The warhammer slammed into the ground, sending countless pebbles flying, leaving a large crater in its wake.

The shattered stones struck Edmund's armor, producing a crisp sound, but causing no damage.

Edmund immediately seized the opportunity, advancing swiftly. His figure was as fast as lightning, and his spear, like a silver ray of light, pierced towards Teommy's vital points.

Teommy reacted quickly, abruptly shifting his body to evade Edmund's spear.

But Edmund's attack didn't cease. With a twist of his wrist, he thrust his spear again, like a venomous snake relentlessly seeking Teommy's vulnerabilities.

Edmund's agility and the advantage of his equipment enraged Teommy, who roared in fury, attacking Edmund with unrestrained ferocity.

The warhammer swung through the air, creating gusts of wind that inspired terror.

His attacks were as relentless as a storm, leaving almost no room to breathe.

Edmund remained calm throughout.

In this battle, any mistake could lead to his death.

He continuously evaded Teommy's attacks, while simultaneously searching for an opportunity to strike back.

Every movement was filled with strength and skill, showcasing the qualities of an excellent warrior.

Edmund would sometimes advance swiftly, his spear striking towards Teommy's vital points like lightning; other times, he would retreat agilely, evading Teommy's powerful warhammer. His figure weaved across the battlefield like a graceful dancer, yet filled with deadly danger.

Teommy's attacks grew increasingly frantic, but his stamina was also gradually depleting.

Edmund keenly sensed this and became even more cautious in evading Teommy's attacks, while awaiting the perfect moment to counterattack.

The smoke on the battlefield grew thicker, and the battle cries became more intense.

The battle between Edmund and Teommy became the focal point of the entire battlefield, with everyone watching the intense clash.

Who would ultimately emerge victorious remained an unknown suspense.

Edmund held only one belief in his heart: to fight for the Empire, for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and to prove that the weapons and equipment bestowed by His Royal Highness had not been wasted.

In the heat of battle, Edmund constantly adjusted his tactics.

He used his speed advantage to circle around Teommy, preventing Teommy from accurately attacking him.

At the same time, he was also searching for Teommy's vulnerabilities, preparing to deliver a fatal blow.

Finally, the opportunity arrived.

After a frenzied attack, Teommy revealed a brief opening.

Without hesitation, Edmund seized the opportunity, advancing swiftly, his spear striking towards Teommy's heart like lightning.

Teommy watched in horror as the spear pierced towards him, but it was too late to dodge.

The spear accurately struck Teommy's heart, and the smile on Edmund's face froze instantly.

Teommy suddenly grabbed the golden spear embedded in his chest, revealing a cruel smile.

"Finally caught you, you little monkey that only knows how to jump around." The distorted face and vicious words sent a shiver down Edmund's spine.

Clearly, Teommy's vulnerability had been deliberately revealed, solely to capture Edmund.

He did this because Teommy's heart was not on the right side, as with most Orcs, but on the left.

This unique anatomical structure had become the key to setting his trap.

Edmund tried to pull back his spear, but Teommy was immensely strong, holding onto it tightly.

Edmund cursed inwardly, knowing he was in grave danger.

Teommy forcefully yanked the spear, pulling Edmund forward.

Taking advantage of this, Teommy swung his warhammer towards Edmund. Edmund quickly dodged to the side, but the warhammer still grazed his body, and the immense force sent a jolt of pain through him.