Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

White-haired Hank stepped forward first, his hand gripping the sword hilt. With a gentle flick, the sword emitted a crisp鸣叫sound, as if echoing the impending great battle.

"For the peace of the Northwest, for the Empire, we must win this battle!" His words were concise and forceful, filled with unwavering conviction.

Alonso beside him also nodded slightly, the gem at the top of his staff gleaming with a mysterious light.

"We have waited too long for this moment. It's time to let the orcs know the power of us humans."

The other Saint-level powerhouses also responded in succession. Some were strong warriors, their muscles bulging, radiating endless power;

Some were mysterious assassins, their figures hidden in the shadows, revealing only a pair of sharp, eagle-like eyes:

Others were clerics skilled in support and healing. Although they lacked powerful offensive capabilities, they were indispensable members of the team, capable of ensuring that their teammates maintained optimal condition in battle.

Under Soren's leadership, this group of Saint-level powerhouses surged towards the rear of the orcs like an unstoppable hurricane.

Wherever they passed, the air seemed to be distorted by their immense power.

When they charged into the rear of the orcs, it was like an incomparably sharp blade cutting into a block of soft tofu.

The Saint-level powerhouses unleashed their respective signature moves. For a time, the battlefield was filled with dazzling light, with various spells and sword energies crisscrossing.

Hank moved like lightning. His swordsmanship was exquisite and unmatched, each swing capable of slaying several orcs.

His figure darted freely through the orc ranks, leaving behind only the corpses of his enemies.

Alonso, on the other hand, cast powerful area-of-effect spells. Patches of flames and bolts of lightning flew from her staff, engulfing large swaths of orcs.

The orcs struggled in agony under the magical onslaught, instantly turning to ashes.

Shadow utilized his stealth skills to quietly approach the enemy's important targets, then deliver a fatal blow.

A Saint-level priest from the Radiant Temple continuously cast blessings and healing spells on his teammates, ensuring that everyone could continue fighting in the heat of battle.

Orc Emperor Dorag'on sensed the aura of the powerhouses ahead. His heart tightened, realizing that the humans indeed had hidden Saint-level experts.

But he had no way to retreat now and could only continue charging forward, hoping to break through the city gate as soon as possible and turn the tide of the battle.

He roared, the weapon in his hand emitting an even more intense light. With his own strength, he tore open a gap in the human soldiers' defensive line, continuing to approach the city gate.

As the distance between the two sides narrowed to the point of death, the Saint-level powerhouses who had been hiding in the ranks could no longer restrain themselves.

Like ancient behemoths that had been dormant for ages, they revealed their ferocious fangs.

In an instant, an epoch-defining battle, worthy of being recorded in history, began to unfold its bloody curtain.

On the side of the Holy Braganza Empire, Mage Alonso took the lead. He waved his slender staff in his hand,

and instantly, the surrounding air seemed to ignite, as scorching magical elements began to gather frantically.

He chanted incantations, the obscure and difficult-to-understand spells echoing across the battlefield like thunder.

As the last syllable was uttered, a massive fire tornado arose from thin air, sweeping towards the orcish Saint-level powerhouses.

The fire tornado was like a roaring fire dragon, scorching the ground black wherever it passed, melting sand and stone into scalding liquid.

The Heaven's Eye Sword Saint's eyes were covered with cloth strips, yet he seemed to be able to see through all the illusions in the world.

With a flash of his figure, he rushed towards Mazar like a ghost.

During the high-speed movement, the sword in his hand emitted a dazzling light, like a scorching sun, so dazzling that people could not look directly at it.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Mazar, and the sword in his hand turned into countless sword shadows, enveloping Mazar.

Each sword shadow contained the power to split mountains and shatter rocks. The sword wind howled, as if to cut the space into pieces.

Hank was like a moving steel fortress, radiating a chilling light from his entire body.

Riding a tall warhorse and wielding a long spear, he galloped towards Zha Hammer.

The hooves of the warhorse thundered like war drums, each step leaving deep hoof prints on the ground.

Hank's spear shimmered with mysterious runes, and as he approached Zha Hammer, the spear suddenly thrust out, the power on the tip of the spear like surging waves, wave after wave, impacting Zha Hammer.

This strike not only contained powerful physical force but also contained mysterious magical fluctuations, as if it could penetrate all defenses.

Robert echoed Hank, his target being Cauchy.

Knight Robert wielded the longsword in his hand, each swing leaving a bright streak of light in the air.

His swordsmanship was elegant and agile, like a butterfly dancing, but each sword light concealed murderous intent.

He skillfully used his speed and skill, constantly wandering around Cauchy, looking for the best time to attack.

His body also radiated a faint golden light, which was his unique defensive magic, able to withstand enemy attacks at critical moments.

Hu Fu was like a fierce cheetah, targeting the orc shaman Angela,

His aura was like Mount Tai pressing down, making the surrounding air heavy.

Soren's undead puppets, A'Da, A'Er, A'San, A'Si, and A'Wu, also joined the battle.

Like messengers from hell, they had no emotions, only endless killing intent towards the enemy.

A'Da was huge, wielding thick arms, and his Saint-level mid-stage strength generated a powerful impact with each attack.

He charged headlong towards the orcish Saint-level powerhouses, and wherever he went, the enemies were knocked flying.

A'Er was the dwarf swordsaint, like a black shadow. He was extremely fast and specialized in launching sneak attacks from behind the enemy.

A'San, A'Si, and A'Wu cooperated with each other, forming a strange formation, trapping the enemy in it, and then launching a continuous attack.

On the orc side, Orc Emperor Dorag'on faced so many enemies with a solemn expression, but there was no fear in his eyes.

The weapon in his hand emitted a mysterious light, which contained the ancient power of the orc race.

With a stretch of his figure, he pounced towards Soren's undead puppets like a nimble eagle.

His attacks were fierce and overbearing, each move containing the majesty of a king.

His power seemed endless, each wave of his weapon stirring up a powerful airflow in the air, shaking the surrounding enemies to the ground.