Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Behind the crossbowmen's formation, rows of striking heavy repeating crossbows were arrayed.

These repeating crossbows were enormous, possessing an extraordinary presence, comparable to ballistae, and exuding a terrifying majesty.

The bolts loaded onto these repeating crossbows differed from the spear-like projectiles used by ordinary ballistae; they were conventional crossbow bolts.

However, these conventional crossbow bolts were arranged in a unique manner.

They were carefully bundled together, each bundle containing immense destructive power.

When these repeating crossbows were prepared to fire, the soldiers would light the fuses on the bundles of bolts.

At a command, the bolts shot into the air like arrows released from a bowstring.

In mid-air, the ignited bolt clusters rapidly dispersed, forming a dense rain of arrows, as thick as a downpour.

While this arrow rain was not as numerous as a simple volley of individual arrows, its power far exceeded the latter.

Each crossbow bolt carried a flame, streaking across the sky like a meteor, setting the very air ablaze in its wake.

Upon striking a target, it not only inflicted physical piercing damage but also caused burns from the flames, inflicting a double dose of suffering upon the orcs.

Moreover, the impact force of these flaming bolts was immense, easily penetrating the orcs' defenses, causing significant disruption to their formation and throwing them into chaos.

Under the dual assault of flaming arrows and ordinary arrow rain, the charging orc army instantly found itself in dire straits.

The flaming arrows, like the claws of a demon, mercilessly tore through the orc lines with raging flames, the pungent odor of burning flesh permeating the air.

The ordinary arrow rain, like a dense swarm of steel needles, incessantly pierced the orcs' bodies.

In an instant, the majority of the charging orcs fell, their previously overwhelming momentum abruptly halted.

Those orcs who were fortunate enough to reach the shield wall were already wounded.

Their bodies were covered in arrow wounds, blood flowing unceasingly, some even being burned by the flames, roaring in agony.

However, an even more lethal attack awaited them.

Just as they attempted to breach the shield wall,

a forest of long spears suddenly emerged from the gaps in the shield wall, like phantoms.

These spears gleamed with a cold, metallic light in the sunlight, thrusting towards the orcs with precision and speed.

The spear tips easily pierced the orcs' bodies, sending a chill through their hearts, their lives abruptly extinguished at that moment.

The Imperial army's orderly assault, with each element working in close coordination like precise gears, inflicted maximum damage on the charging orc army.

On the battlefield, the screams and roars of the orc army mingled in a chaotic cacophony.

At this moment, the orc shamans had just begun to gather their magic, attempting to counterattack the Imperial army.

However, before they could complete their spellcasting, a dense barrage of magical attacks rained down from the sky.

This was the Imperial mage corps' fierce counterattack, the multi-colored magical lights resembling dazzling fireworks, but each beam contained lethal power.

Lightning spells snaked through the orc ranks like silver serpents, leaving swathes of orcs charred and blackened:

Fire spells formed massive fireballs, crashing into the ground and unleashing surging heatwaves, consuming everything around them;

Frost spells instantly froze the earth, trapping many orcs in place, unable to move.

The speed of the Imperial mage corps' attack far exceeded the orcs' expectations.

They had originally believed that they could turn the tide of battle with the shamans' magic, but they had not anticipated the Imperial army's counterattack being so swift and fierce.

Although the Imperial army maintained an orderly defense, it gradually became difficult to withstand the orcs' savage onslaught, and the number of casualties continued to climb.

The once-unyielding shield wall began to falter under the orcs' relentless assault,

as if it would collapse at any second.

However, the Imperial army's well-trained advantage manifested itself at this time.

Fresh reinforcements swiftly surged forward from the rear, systematically replacing those weary comrades who had been fighting for a long time.

The newly arrived soldiers, with determined expressions, re-established the defensive line and continued to resist the orcs' attack tenaciously.

Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, the orc army's originally frenzied offensive momentum faltered as that terrifying, hellish roar echoed across the battlefield once more.

The sound, like the death knell of doomsday, filled the orcs' hearts with an ominous premonition.

Immediately afterward, magical cannonballs streaked across the sky like meteors, accurately landing among the orc ranks.

The powerful impact of the explosions instantly created a storm of blood and gore within the orc ranks, with severed limbs flying everywhere, and the deafening roar causing many orcs to temporarily lose their hearing.

Tiger King Hessel's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief. She never expected that the humans' magic cannons could appear here.

Rommel, the strategist beside her, also wore a look of utter astonishment, his usually cunning face now filled with shock.

To understand the situation, Rommel quickly ascended into the air. His sharp gaze swept across the battlefield, and then he saw the magic cannons mounted on carriages.

The enormous magic cannons, exuding an aura of death, were constantly spewing flames, unleashing shells upon the orc army.

"How is this possible? Did the humans plan to fight us in the open from the very beginning?" Rommel muttered to himself, a chill running down his spine. He knew that if the humans had come prepared, the situation in this battle would be extremely unfavorable for the orcs.

Just as he was lost in thought, another wave of battle cries erupted.

He turned his head and saw hundreds of four-horse war chariots charging towards the orc army.

These chariots had bizarre and terrifying designs, their surroundings sealed with sturdy steel plates, resembling gigantic steel beasts.

All four wheels were covered with sharp steel blades, and as the wheels rotated, the blades flashed with a cold light, like meat grinders.

Any creature that passed through these rotating wheels would instantly be minced into chunks of flesh, with blood and gore spraying around the chariots, creating an extremely bloody and terrifying scene.

Upon seeing this, Tiger King Hessel shouted, "What are these weapons!" Her voice was filled with terror and rage.

Rommel was also shocked, but he quickly snapped out of it, realizing that the situation had become extremely critical. He had to come up with a countermeasure as soon as possible, or the orc army would face utter annihilation.