Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Robert held a box of potions in his hand, his expression solemn. The box seemed to carry all his hopes and future, the heavy feeling causing his heart to beat faster uncontrollably.

Under the gaze of the crowd, he slowly walked towards the center of the magic circle.

Each step was filled with determination and resolution, as if embarking on a journey full of unknowns.

His steps were light, yet they seemed to weigh heavily on everyone's heart.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, so silent that one could hear their own heartbeat.

Robert's figure, set against the backdrop of the magic circle, appeared particularly small, yet filled with courage.

He knew that this was his last chance, and also the moment for him to fight for the empire, for his family, and for himself.

When he stood at the center of the magic circle, he slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the surrounding crowd.

Some of those gazes were filled with expectation, some with worry, and some with pure curiosity.

But from these gazes, he saw a common emotion—trust in him.

He took a deep breath, tightly gripping the potion box in his hand.

He began to recall his life, the years of hard work for the empire, the days of fighting side by side with his comrades, the moments of striving for his ideals.

He knew that he could not fail everyone's expectations, nor could he leave regrets in his life. He wanted to break through to the Saint realm, to draw a perfect end to his life, and to contribute his last strength to the future of the empire.

The magic circle began to slowly operate, the mysterious runes flashing with light, and powerful magic surged in the air.

Robert opened the potion box and took out the precious Potential Breakthrough Potion and Mind-Calming Potion.

He looked at the potions in his hand, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

He first drank the Potential Breakthrough Potion in one gulp, then closed his eyes, feeling the power of the potion spreading within his body.

In the sky, the originally white clouds were gradually dyed with a faint golden halo, as if foreshadowing the great moment that was about to arrive.

The wind blew gently, carrying a trace of elusive mysterious aura, brushing across everyone's faces, causing an unspeakable tension and expectation to surge in their hearts.

Soren immediately waved his hand, and Empress Maria Theresa, seeing this, immediately ordered the Imperial Mage Corps to inject magic power into the magic circle.

The mages acted quickly, concentrating their minds and continuously transmitting their own magic power into the magic circle.

The magic power flowed slowly, like a flowing river, and the magic circle slowly lit up, the mysterious runes flashing with dazzling light.

Those runes seemed to come alive, pulsating with a mysterious rhythm, echoing the surrounding environment.

The powerful magic power impacted Robert's body, causing him to feel a burst of severe pain.

This pain felt like countless sharp knives cutting arbitrarily in his body. His face instantly turned pale, but he clenched his teeth tightly, trying not to let out a painful groan.

He knew that this was the only way to break through, and only by enduring this great pain could he successfully break through to the Saint realm.

Robert's body trembled slightly, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

He tried to keep his mind clear, concentrating his mind to guide the violent magic power in his body, trying to make them run according to his will. However, this magic power was too powerful. He felt like a small boat swaying in a storm, with the danger of being overturned at any time.

The surrounding trees swayed gently in the fluctuations of magic power, the leaves rustling, as if cheering Robert on.

The grassland also undulated slightly, like a green ocean, surging with the power of life.

The distant mountains looked even more majestic and spectacular in the golden halo, as if silently guarding this land.

Soren and Empress Maria Theresa watched Robert in the magic circle nervously, their moods also very complicated.

They both hoped that Robert could successfully break through and add a powerful Saint-level knight to the empire, and worried that he would encounter danger in the process.

As time passed, the light in the magic circle became stronger and stronger, and the pain that Robert endured became greater and greater.

But he never gave up. There was only one belief in his heart, and that was to break through to the Saint realm, for the empire, and for the upcoming war with the Orcs.

The commotion of Robert's breakthrough attracted Hank and McCarthy. The two of them were originally attracted by the powerful magic fluctuations and hurried over with curiosity and a hint of doubt.

When they saw Robert in the magic circle, and the Imperial Mage Corps around him were fully injecting magic power into the formation,

and Robert himself looked solemn but full of determination, they naturally could see that Robert was impacting the Saint realm.

However, the scene before them shocked them.

They stared wide-eyed, watching everything that was happening in the magic circle in disbelief.

The powerful magic surge, the flashing mysterious runes, and the tenacious aura emanating from Robert's body all had a great impact on their hearts.

Hank opened his mouth slightly, and it took him a long time to find his voice: "What... what is going on? So it is possible to break through to the Saint realm like this?" His eyes were full of shock and confusion, as if he had seen a world completely beyond his understanding.

McCarthy was equally shocked, he stared at Robert, trying to find the answer from him.

"This is incredible, I never thought that breaking through to the Saint realm could be achieved with such a huge external force." His voice trembled a little, with both fear of the unknown and excitement about the new discovery.

They stood there, motionless, as if they had been frozen in place.

The scenes they had just seen kept replaying in their minds, thinking about the possibility and risks of this breakthrough method.

For many eighth-order peak transcendents, the Saint realm has always been an unattainable dream for them, and now, Robert's breakthrough has given them a glimmer of hope, but also brought more questions.

Hank slowly shook his head, trying to clear his mind. "Although this method is amazing, the risks involved must not be small. We cannot only see the superficial success, but also need to consider the consequences of failure."

His eyes became deep, and he began to analyze the pros and cons of this breakthrough method.

If this set of breakthrough methods can succeed, the number of Saint-level powerhouses in the empire will enter a blowout period.

McCarthy nodded, he also calmed down.

"That's right, we can't blindly imitate it. There must be things we don't know about here."

Their gazes fell on Robert again, their hearts filled with admiration and emotion.