Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Beast Emperor Doragon stood at the rear of the battlefield, his eyes fixed on the ruined Third Fortress, his face ashen as if blood could drip from it.

That once incomparably solid fortress, a symbol of human defensive power, was now a scene of utter devastation, radiating an aura of death and destruction in the night.

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He never imagined that the human empire would have such astonishing resolve.

In his understanding, a large-scale structure like the Third Fortress was the crystallization of countless manpower, resources, and time.

It was not merely a military defense facility, but also a symbol of human civilization and wisdom, carrying immeasurable value.

For the beastmen, their backward productivity meant that a building of the scale of the Third Fortress was an unattainable existence.

In the Northern Wilderness, only large cities spanning hundreds of miles might possess similar configurations.

Such large cities were gradually developed through the efforts of countless generations of beastmen tribes, consuming long years.

Moreover, even if the beastmen devoted all their efforts to building, their scale and solidity would be far inferior to the Third Fortress.

In the Beast Emperor's estimation, such a complex of buildings, if placed in a beastman tribe, could not be completed in less than several decades.

Although the human empire had relatively higher construction standards and productivity, it would still take at least a dozen or twenty years to build a fortress of this scale, not to mention the massive manpower and resources invested.

Yet, the humans were able to set it ablaze so decisively. This act completely subverted the Beast Emperor's perception of human decision-making and made him feel that the human determination to defend their territory was much stronger than he had imagined.

Beast Emperor Doragon frowned, a hint of solemnity in his eyes, and muttered to himself, "No more trading space for time as before."

He knew in his heart that the battlefield situation this time was very different from the past.

Past tactics were like ineffective magic at this moment, and those once-effective strategies seemed pale and powerless in the face of the humans' defense at all costs.

Subsequently, Beast Emperor Doragon's gaze turned as cold as frost. He knew that even if they paid a huge price to capture the fortress cluster, it would be difficult for the beastmen to truly control these places.

"Surround the fortress cluster, and the main force will attack Fort Stamm," Beast Emperor Doragon ordered firmly, his words full of unquestionable majesty.

He had the confidence to do so. This time, the beastman army was vast in scale, with nearly two hundred 'fang' (unit of measurement) of troops sweeping in like a dark tide.

Taking out 300,000 troops to surround the fortress cluster was more than enough.

These 300,000 troops would be like a solid iron chain, tightly locking the fortress cluster and making it impossible for the humans inside to escape.

At the same time, the main force could charge towards Fort Stamm without any worries, like a surging wave hitting a solid reef, determined to break through it and win the key victory in this war for the beastmen.

In the operation to surround the fortress cluster, he would arrange for tribes good at protracted warfare and defense to be responsible.

These beastmen would build defenses around the fortress cluster, setting up various obstacles and traps to prevent the humans from breaking out.

They would closely monitor the movements inside the fortress, cut off the fortress's connection with the outside world, and put the defenders inside in a state of isolation and helplessness.

The main force attacking Fort Stamm would be composed of the most elite beastman troops, including the brave and fearless Bear Clan warriors, the agile and flexible Cat Clan assassins, and the powerful beastman shamans.

Soren stood on the high ground of Fort Stamm, his eyes coldly watching the beastman army approaching the city.

The surging beastman troops, carrying a chilling aura, seemed to crush everything in front of them.

However, the corners of Soren's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a sneer, his smile full of confidence and disdain.

Although there were only a dozen magic cannons in the fortress cluster, this was not his real trump card.

In the previous battles, when the artillery battalion provided support to the beastmen, they only carried out sporadic shelling and did not show the power of carpet bombing with magic cannons.

This was a deliberate strategy to confuse the beastmen.

The space between the fortress clusters was too narrow. This terrain feature was not only a natural barrier to limit the intensity of the beastmen's attack, but also an obstacle to the magic cannons' effectiveness.

The narrow space made it difficult for the beastmen's large army to fully deploy. Their attack was like a surging wave hitting a narrow strait, and the power could not be fully released. They could only attack wave after wave.

This way, the human defenders could cope more easily.

For the magic cannons, this terrain made it impossible for them to carry out large-scale coverage strikes. Each shelling required precise calculation to avoid accidentally injuring their own fortresses.

Now that they had arrived in front of Fort Stamm, the vast space was enough for hundreds of thousands of beastman troops to deploy at the same time.

He would use this situation to let the beastman army see the true terrifying power of the magic cannons at the most appropriate time and completely crush their attack.

Now, the artillery battalion had a full 120 magic cannons, which was a chilling force.

These magic cannons were neatly arranged in the rear, their huge barrels shining with a cold metallic luster in the sun, as if declaring the arrival of death to the enemy.

The corners of Soren's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a confident smile. He ordered loudly: "Let the artillery battalion prepare, wait for my order, and prepare for a bombardment."

His voice was loud and powerful, echoing in the sky above the city wall, reaching the ears of every soldier.

When the soldiers heard this order, their morale was greatly boosted. They knew that this would be a key blow to turn the tide of the battle.

Only those who had truly seen the power of the magic cannons could understand the destructive power that so many magic cannons could unleash. Those artillerymen responsible for operating the magic cannons immediately began to prepare nervously and orderly. They adjusted the angle of the magic cannons, checked the reserves of magic energy, and their eyes were full of anticipation and excitement.

They were waiting for Soren's order, just like waiting for the horn of charge. Once the order was issued, they would use these 120 magic cannons to pour out destructive artillery fire on the beastman army, drowning the enemy in a sea of fire.