Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Moreson's eyes gleamed with fervent light, as if he already envisioned the splendor after his breakthrough to the Saint rank.

Calvin clenched his fists, his solid muscles trembling slightly from the force, revealing the excitement and fighting spirit within him.

Alicia gave a slight bow, her expression solemn, transforming this anticipation into a deeper sense of mission.

And then there was Mars, who had been silent all along, his eyes like the deep night sky, full of longing for a breakthrough, silently vowing to succeed in his advancement.

In the same location, the mage group was also urgently brought back, surrounding the magic circle, providing the necessary magical power for this crucial breakthrough ceremony.

Sauron's expression was solemn as he took out precious potions one by one, solemnly handing them to the four.

The four received the potions, their eyes revealing determination and resolve.

Calvin was the first to step into the magic circle, taking a deep breath and striding steadily into the formation.

The magic circle instantly lit up with a dazzling light, enveloping him within it.

Calvin closed his eyes tightly, fully operating the power within his body, merging with the energy of the potion.

His body trembled slightly, his forehead covered with sweat, but he persevered, gritting his teeth.

As time passed, the light of the magic circle grew stronger, and a powerful aura burst out from Calvin.

After a while, the light gradually dissipated, and Calvin successfully broke through to the Saint rank. He opened his eyes, which gleamed with joy and pride.

Next was Alicia, who gracefully walked into the magic circle, like a fairy dancing lightly.

The magic circle activated, and she quickly entered the state, the power of wind and shadow magic surrounding her.

Her figure was faintly visible, as if merging with the surrounding environment.

With the help of the potion, she constantly broke through her own limits.

After a fierce struggle, the magic circle erupted in a burst of brilliant light, and Alicia also successfully broke through, becoming a Saint-rank powerhouse.

A gratified smile appeared on her face, a smile full of longing for the future.

Then there was Mars, who had been silent all along, walking into the magic circle with firm conviction.

The light of the magic circle lit up, and he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the breakthrough.

His power steadily increased, echoing the energy of the magic circle and the potion.

In the tense atmosphere, he gradually overcame many difficulties and finally successfully broke through to the Saint rank.

He breathed a sigh of relief, a look of relief on his face.

However, when Moreson stepped into the magic circle, an accident occurred.

He tried his best to break through to the Saint rank, but fate seemed to be playing a joke on him.

Despite his great efforts and the full operation of the magic circle, he ultimately failed to break through and suffered a great loss of vitality.

He walked out of the magic circle wearily, his face full of loss and frustration.

Although Moreson's failure was regrettable, the successful breakthrough of the other three brought great hope to everyone.

Sauron stood quietly aside, not going to comfort Moreson.

He knew that Moreson needed time to face and accept this cruel result alone.

They had known each other for many years and had experienced countless storms together. Alonso understood Moreson's loss and despair at this moment, and he hoped that his small gesture could bring some warmth and strength to his old friend.

On the other side, the heaven and earth phenomena brought about by the breakthrough of the three Saint-rank powerhouses, like brilliant stars exploding in the night sky, instantly illuminated the entire city of Fulga.

The colorful light and strange energy fluctuations attracted the attention of everyone in the city.

Even Hoof, who rushed over after receiving the news, looked like he had seen a ghost.

His eyes widened, his mouth slightly open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

In his understanding, breaking through to the Saint rank was an extremely difficult and rare thing, requiring countless hardships and coincidences.

However, the scene before him at this moment made him unbelievable.

"When did breaking through to the Saint rank become so simple?" he murmured in his heart, his eyes full of doubt and shock.

He couldn't help but guess, did His Highness the Crown Prince master some potion and secret method for breaking through to the Saint rank?

Once this idea appeared in his mind, it quickly took root and sprouted like a seed.

He looked at Sauron, and he had a few more points of awe and curiosity for this Crown Prince.

At the same time, the orc scouts, after seeing this heaven and earth phenomenon in the distance, were filled with shock and despair.

They knew that the impact of each Saint-rank powerhouse on the war was huge.

Three more Saint-rank powerhouses had been born in the human race, which meant that the pressure on the orcs would further increase, and their original plans and advantages might be broken as a result.

They looked in the direction of Fulga City, their eyes filled with worry and fear, as if they had already seen the powerful strength of human powerhouses on the future battlefield, and the possible predicament faced by the orc tribes.

Inside the orc camp, the atmosphere instantly became heavy.

Orc Emperor Doragon was originally sitting on the throne thinking about the next strategy, but when he heard the news that three more Saint-rank powerhouses had been born in the human race, he fell into a long silence.

His eyes revealed complex emotions, including shock, worry, and a hint of unwillingness.

Before this, he had his own plans and confidence in this war, but this sudden news was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard.

After a long time, Doragon suddenly stood up, a firm light flashed in his eyes, and he said loudly: "Tonight, we will sneak attack the fortress group outside Stahm Fortress. I want to take these fortress groups in one go and become our bridgehead for attacking Stahm Fortress."

He knew that he could no longer sit still and wait for death, and he had to take action to break the current stalemate.

Although the human race had added three Saint-rank powerhouses, he believed in the bravery and combat effectiveness of the orcs.

Sneaking attack on the fortress group was a risky move, but if successful, it would give the orc army a huge advantage in the upcoming battle.

The Orc Emperor's order was quickly issued, and the entire Orc army began to get busy.

The warriors sharpened their knives, preparing for tonight's battle.

Their hearts were full of fighting spirit, and although they knew the task was arduous, they firmly believed in the Orc Emperor's orders.

Under the cover of night, orc troops quietly advanced towards the fortress group outside Stahm Fortress.

A thrilling battle was about to begin.

Inside Stahm Fortress, the Imperial garrison had not yet noticed the impending crisis. They were still immersed in the joy of the breakthrough of the three Saint-rank powerhouses, and at the same time, they were also saddened by Moreson's failure.