Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

In the depths of the Narike Underground Labyrinth, smoke and dust filled the air, leaving a scene of utter devastation.

In the end, the Orcs emerged victorious, but their victory felt pyrrhic.

They were left with only three Saint-tier powerhouses and nine Half-Saints, all of whom were injured.

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Their bodies were exhausted, blood flowed from their wounds, and their aura had become weak and chaotic.

An Orc Half-Saint lifted a Human Half-Saint who was clinging to life, his eyes filled with coldness and anger. He coldly asked, "How exactly did you find your way here?"

The Human Half-Saint struggled to open his eyes, coughing incessantly, each cough seeming to expend all his strength. His face was as pale as paper, but his eyes remained firm. Subconsciously, he glanced around before revealing a bitter smile, saying, "You will all die. Our prince's methods are indeed profound. He's still unwilling to come out, which means he's absolutely confident in cleaning up the mess."

Upon hearing this, the Orcs, who had initially breathed a sigh of relief, experienced a drastic change in expression.

A strong sense of unease surged within them, as if an invisible hand had tightly gripped their hearts.

They began to nervously look around, wary of any potential danger.

Subsequently, clapping sounds echoed from the distance.

Sauron said with a smile, "Impressive, you actually guessed that I've already arrived."

The Orcs looked at Sauron, their hearts filled with anger and despair.

They knew that they had already fallen into a desperate situation.

Sauron's appearance meant that their fate had already been sealed. However, they did not give up, but instead tightly gripped the weapons in their hands, preparing for a final resistance.

Sauron looked at the Orcs and shook his head slightly, saying, "You are very brave, but this is a battle you cannot win." His voice was calm and firm, as if proclaiming the Orcs' fate.

With a wave of Sauron's hand, the empire's powerhouses immediately sprang into action, rushing towards the Orcs, ready to deliver the final blow.

Orc Sword Saint Rasgar the Destroyer roared, "For the Orcs, for the tribe! Kill all these despicable humans!" His voice reverberated like thunder in the maze, filled with determination and anger.

Subsequently, the Orc Sword Saint Rasgar's body began to surge, rapidly expanding from a height of just over two meters to three meters.

His muscles bulged like steel, exuding immense power.

His aura also steadily climbed, directly reaching the mid-stage of the Saint tier.

The terrifying pressure swept through the entire maze, making the air seem to solidify.

Mid-stage Saint tier, that was the limit of the lower plane.

The former Queen Mother had this strength, and in the three hundred years since the empire was founded, only the Queen Mother had reached this level, allowing her to lay the foundation for the current empire.

The Orc Sword Saint Rasgar's ultimate outburst caused Hank and Robert to be terrified.

They never expected the Orc Sword Saint Rasgar to have this trump card, and now it was their turn to be in danger. Robert's face was pale, he tightly gripped the weapon in his hand, his heart filled with tension. "What can we do? We are no match for him," he whispered.

Hank's eyes were also filled with worry, but he remained calm. "Don't panic, we must believe in His Highness the Prince," he said.

Although Sauron was surprised, he was not alarmed. Since he had come, he naturally had full confidence in annihilating this elite Orc force.

He calmly looked at the Orc Sword Saint Rasgar, quickly thinking about countermeasures in his mind.

"The opponent should be using secret techniques or potions, which cannot last long. We will enter the sixth level of the maze first," Sauron said decisively. His voice was steady and forceful, giving people a sense of security.

Everyone immediately took action, quickly rushing towards the entrance to the sixth level of the maze.

Seeing their actions, the Orc Sword Saint Rasgar roared angrily, waving his huge sword and charging towards them.

Sauron immediately tore apart the Gale Acceleration Magic Scroll. The scroll instantly erupted with powerful magical power, and everyone's speed increased explosively like arrows leaving a bow.

Before the Orc Sword Saint Rasgar could catch up, they successfully entered the sixth level of the maze.

As soon as he stepped into the sixth level of the maze, a cold glint flashed in Sauron's eyes. He let out a sneer and unhesitatingly threw out a pale magical scroll.

The magic scroll exploded in the air, creating a huge white bone gate, like an indestructible fortress,

blocking the entrance to the sixth level.

These two scrolls were life-saving items that Sauron had requested from the Venerable One.

After all, such a dangerous thing as seizing control of the maze required some trump cards.

Sauron knew the difficulty and danger of this battle, and he had to be fully prepared to deal with any possible situation.

The Orc Sword Saint Rasgar closely pursued, smashing his sword against the bone gate, making a loud noise.

The sound reverberated through the maze like thunder, causing people's eardrums to ache.

The bone gate only trembled slightly, and then a tiny crack appeared at the top.

But this crack did not diminish the Orc Sword Saint Rasgar's anger, but instead further ignited his rage.

"Join forces to break it, we cannot let the humans seize the key!" Orc Sword Saint Rasgar roared angrily. His voice was filled with determination and anger, as if he wanted to completely destroy the bone gate in front of him.

With the help of the shamans, a group of Orcs recovered some of their strength and also joined the attack.

They waved their weapons, released magic, and attacked the bone gate with all their strength.

Sauron and the others glanced at the bone gate and nodded with satisfaction.

"It should be able to delay them for ten minutes, enough for us to enter the top level of the maze," Sauron said calmly. His eyes were full of confidence, as if everything was under his control.

Without the slightest hesitation, everyone immediately moved towards the top level of the maze.

They knew that time was of the essence and they had to find the key as soon as possible to complete the mission.

Robert and Hank finally exchanged glances, both revealing shock in their eyes.

They had just witnessed the amazing power displayed by the two magic scrolls used by His Highness Prince Sauron. "The two magic scrolls used by His Highness the Prince just now are not simple. Group acceleration, directly increasing speed by one hundred percent, and the duration should be ten minutes. This is definitely an amplification spell that only a Saint-tier mage can cast," Robert whispered, his voice filled with amazement.

Hank nodded slightly, his eyes full of solemnity. "Magic that can only be cast by a Saint-tier mage, sealed within a magic scroll, means that this is a Saint-grade magic scroll. Such treasures are truly rare."