Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Sauron took a deep breath and counted everyone present, a full thirty-odd demigods.

Once these people successfully break through to the Saint rank, they will be able to regain their vitality and continue to fight for the empire in their prime, becoming the backbone of the empire's defense, and may even change the course of the entire war.

Conversely, if they miss this opportunity, they can only helplessly retreat to the second line, watching themselves gradually age under the erosion of time, and finally welcome the arrival of death in endless waiting.

Within this sacred Bretan Empire, the differences in professional characteristics mean that mages and knights face completely different situations in the face of time.

Mages are like fine aged wine, often becoming more popular with age. As they grow older, their understanding of magical elements becomes more profound, and their magic becomes more mellow. They can cast more powerful and sophisticated magic. Even in their twilight years, as long as their magic remains, they can still play a huge role in battle with their rich experience and deep magical reserves.

But knights are completely different. Once they enter the period of physical decline, even with the strength of a demigod,

the situation is not optimistic.

Their combat power largely depends on their strong physique and superb martial skills. When physical functions begin to decline with age, endurance, strength, and reaction speed will be greatly reduced, making it difficult to fight as long as they did when they were young.

Those who used to be able to gallop across the battlefield, taking on ten enemies at once, are now faced with such a physical condition,

filled with helplessness and unwillingness, but also powerless to change this cruel reality.

"Your Highness, these are all veterans of the army—" Brel looked at these old knights with gray hair but still upright figures, his heart filled with emotion. He was about to introduce their past achievements and current urgent needs to Sauron in detail, but when his gaze swept to the demigods of the court mage group, his heart suddenly tightened, realizing that things were going to be bad.

The demigods of the court mage group are already a force to be reckoned with. Now that they are gathered together with these veterans, there are too many monks and not enough porridge. The precious Saint rank breakthrough quota will be even more difficult to allocate.

However, Brel was directly interrupted by Sauron before he could finish speaking.

At this moment, Sauron's mind was full of thoughts on how to rationally allocate resources and integrate all forces to deal with the coming storm-like crisis. He had no time to listen to Brel's excessive details.

Sauron frowned, looked at Shadow, and asked urgently: "How many demigods are there in the Shadow Guard and Cabrons?"

He knew that the strength of these two organizations was crucial to the overall layout. Only by first understanding the situation could he further plan the subsequent arrangements.

More importantly, the two major organizations are directly under the royal family, equivalent to the Ming Dynasty's Embroidered Uniform Guard and the Eastern Depot, so they must be given priority.

If there is no prestige from the two major organizations, wouldn't these old guys be able to climb on the emperor's head at any time after breaking through to the Saint rank?

there are only a few Saint rank breakthrough quotas. How can they be allocated fairly and reasonably, and maximize their fighting spirit, so that they can play the greatest role in this critical moment of the empire's survival? This is really a headache.

His brows furrowed even tighter, and he fell into deep thought. Everyone around him quietly looked at him,

waiting for his next arrangements. The atmosphere at the scene became more and more solemn, as if the air had become heavy,

making people feel a little breathless.

In this complex situation, all parties gathered together, and every move and every arrangement affected the whole body.

After all, there are too many people involved: the demigods of the court mage group, the veterans of the army, and the demigod powerhouses of the Shadow Guard and Cabrons. They all represent different forces and have their own interests and demands.

If arrangements are made casually, favoring one side, it will inevitably break the existing delicate balance, causing dissatisfaction and suspicion among other forces, and leading to internal conflicts. This would undoubtedly be adding fuel to the fire for the empire, which is already crumbling and facing the threat of border kings rebelling.

Therefore, Sauron is so troubled at this moment, knowing that he must be cautious and weigh the pros and cons of all parties before making appropriate allocation decisions.

However, just when everyone was secretly speculating and waiting for Sauron's arrangements, Sauron made an unexpected move.

He took out the four potential breakthrough potions that he had originally prepared to give away from his arms. The potions shone with a mysterious and alluring light under the sunlight, as if they contained endless power. Everyone present was instantly attracted to them. They all knew that these potions were of great help to breaking through to the Saint rank and were extremely precious treasures.

After a little thought, Sauron walked straight towards Princess Merilyn. Under the slightly surprised gazes of everyone, he quietly stuffed two of the potions into Merilyn's hands, with a sincere and solemn expression, and said: "Aunt, please keep these two potions for now. These four potions were originally prepared for you and the Empress Dowager. Now I will give them to you."

Merilyn looked at the two potential breakthrough potions that Sauron had secretly stuffed over, and her mood became particularly complicated for a while.

Originally, when she saw the appearance of the five shadows behind Sauron, and learned that many demigod powerhouses from the Shadow Guard and Cabrons had also gathered, her heart was full of worry, afraid that she would be at a disadvantage in the competition for the Saint rank breakthrough quota and the subsequent power game. She had also expected that even if Sauron considered her, he would at most give her one potion.

But she never expected that Sauron would be so generous and give her one more, which completely exceeded her expectations.

Merilyn's eyes were slightly red, and a surge of unspeakable emotion rose in her heart.

In this court where the struggle for power and profit seems to have become the norm, such a move is so commendable.

Sauron not only gave her two precious potions, but also conveyed a kind of trust, a kind of family care that is thicker than water, allowing her to feel a long-lost warmth in this cold and complex power field.

Looking at Merilyn's moved appearance, Sauron's heart was also filled with emotion. He sighed slightly and said softly: "Aunt, after all, we are family."