Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

As his command was issued, the soldiers immediately busied themselves.

In the center of the mage camp, a massive tent was slowly pushed down, revealing a huge platform inside, which was the war magic altar.

This altar was constructed from ancient and mysterious stone, covered with intricate magical runes.

The runes gradually began to flicker as the altar rose, the light initially faint, but as the altar fully revealed itself, the light grew stronger and stronger, eventually shining like a dazzling sun, illuminating everything around it.

The mages responsible for controlling the altar quickly took their positions, lining up neatly above the altar, each clutching a staff embedded with various magical gems.

These mages were all elites, rigorously selected and trained; their eyes were focused and serious as they silently chanted ancient spells.

As the incantation was recited, the surrounding magical elements seemed to be drawn by a tremendous force, converging towards the altar.

The wind began to howl around the altar, whipping the mages' robes and creating rustling sounds.

The banner was held high by a strong fifth-tier knight, who strode forward towards the battlefield with unwavering steps.

Behind him was the Crown Prince's personal guard, led by Eaton, forming a square formation to protect the Sacred Banner.

As the war magic altar and the Sacred Banner of War were ready, the morale of the human army soared like a flame.

The soldiers' eyes were filled with fighting spirit, gripping their weapons and shouting battle cries.

Their bodies, previously showing signs of fatigue from the prolonged battle with the orcs, now seemed to be infused with endless power.

Solon watched all of this, his heart filled with satisfaction, these money was well spent.

This was the moment he had been waiting for. He shouted again, "All soldiers, hear my command! Launch a general attack on the orcs!"

The human infantry launched the attack first, charging towards the orcs like a surging tide.

Their footsteps were orderly and powerful, each step raising a cloud of dust.

The infantrymen raised their swords and shields, the emblems on their shields gleaming with metallic light in the sun.

They shouted passionate slogans, the sound converging together like deafening thunder.

As the infantry charged, the archers also began a new round of shooting.

They drew their bows fully, the arrows flashing with a cold light in the sun.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!" Countless arrows flew towards the orcs, like a dense rain.

The arrows were aimed not only at the orc infantry but also at the orc generals commanding the battle from the rear.

In the sky, the human mages, with the power of the war magic altar, began to cast large-scale magical attacks.

Streams of dazzling magical light shot towards the orc army, with fire magic forming giant fireballs that exploded among the orcs, instantly engulfing the surrounding orcs in a sea of fire.

Ice magic created ice phoenixes that fell from the sky, exploding on the ground and transforming into ice storms, freezing them in place.

There were also lightning spells that formed arcs of electricity, leaping among the orcs, shocking them until they trembled and fell to the ground, convulsing.

The orc army, which had been stalemated with the human army, did not expect the humans to suddenly launch such a fierce counterattack.

For a time, the orcs were thrown into chaos.

The orc infantry tried to organize a defense, but under the fierce assault of the human infantry and the attacks of arrows and magic, they appeared extremely vulnerable.

Some orcs began to flee backward in panic, making their formation even more chaotic.

The Minotaur leader, Kakaku, roared in anger as he saw this situation.

He tried to reorganize the orc ranks, but the human attacks were too fierce, and his efforts were in vain.

He waved the totem pole in his hand and charged towards the oncoming human infantry, wanting to use his own power to stop the human offensive.

The human army was not intimidated by Kakaku's bravery.

Kakaku's mountain-like body and the powerful force displayed by the totem pole were daunting, but the fighting spirit in the eyes of the human army did not diminish in the slightest.

This time, Kakaku was not allowed to display his ability to hold off ten thousand enemies, because Pufa led the newly formed Ghost Special Operations Battalion to Kakaku's side.

The soldiers of the Ghost Special Operations Battalion were all agile, like ghosts in the night, quietly moving through the battlefield.

They wore specially made black armor, which was not only light but also had good concealment properties, coated with special magic paint, activating the magic circuit on it, which could cleverly blend with the surrounding environment and play a role in stealth, making it difficult to detect.

Pufa was the commander of the Ghost Special Operations Battalion, his eyes sharp and calm.

He led the special operations battalion through the smoke-filled, shouting battlefield, sneaking like ghosts.

They used the chaos, smoke, and various covers on the battlefield to cleverly avoid the orc defense line, approaching Kakaku step by step.

At this time, Kakaku was focusing on dealing with the oncoming human infantry, his deafening roar and the sound of the totem pole waving filled the surrounding air with a sense of oppression.

Each time he waved the totem pole, he swept down a group of human soldiers, who were as fragile as ants in the face of his powerful force.

But he did not realize that in the shadows behind him, danger was quietly approaching.

The soldiers of the Ghost Special Operations Battalion were getting closer and closer to Kakaku, their footsteps so light that they did not make a sound.

Pufa made several gestures to the team members behind him, and the team members understood and quickly dispersed, forming a circle, surrounding Kakaku in the middle.

Pufa drew two sharp daggers from his back, the blades of the daggers were specially treated, like frosted matte.

He held his breath, his body like a taut bowstring, ready to launch a deadly blow at any time.

The other team members also gripped the weapons in their hands, with archers holding special crossbows, their arrows coated with deadly poison.

There were also soldiers skilled in close combat, whose weapons were short but extremely sharp.

Just as Kakaku waved the totem pole again, knocking a group of human soldiers flying, Pufa seized the opportunity.

Like a black lightning bolt, he rushed towards Kakaku's back.

His speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he had already come behind Kakaku.

He gripped the daggers in both hands and stabbed fiercely towards Kakaku's nape.