Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Facing the old general's request, which was full of unwillingness and anticipation, Soren looked calm, with a faint smile on his face, and said unhurriedly: "This battle is the first battle, and I, the Crown Prince, will mainly test the waters. Before I am clear about the specific situation inside the maze and the strength of the enemy, I will naturally choose the most elite and trustworthy personnel to ensure the secrecy and safety of the operation. That's why I chose Anka and Hiltin to go with me."

After a pause, Soren glanced around at the expressions of the people in the hall and continued, "However, everyone, don't worry. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. I hereby announce that from today onwards, the first person to discover an advanced maze will be rewarded with 1000 points, and those who successfully conquer the maze will be rewarded with 2000 points—"

As soon as he finished speaking, the hall fell into a brief silence, followed by a chorus of gasps.

Those old Semi-Saints, who were originally immersed in the disappointment of not being selected to participate in this battle, instantly widened their eyes and their breathing became rapid when they heard Soren's generous reward of points.

1000 points, 2000 points, this was an enormous reward that they would not have dared to imagine in the past. It meant that they were one step closer to the invaluable potential breakthrough potion, and they could even exchange it for many other rare cultivation resources and magical treasures that they could only dream of on ordinary days.

These Semi-Saints began to quickly calculate in their minds, and various plans and ideas for finding and conquering the maze constantly emerged. The originally calm lake in their hearts was stirred up by this huge temptation.

However, just as everyone was immersed in the beautiful anticipation of future point rewards, Soren's expression became serious, and he finally added: "However, I need to remind you that most underground mazes have management families, and they are not easy to deal with.

These families have at least one or two Saint-level powerhouses sitting in town, and there are also ten or so Semi-Saints. Their foundation is deep, their strength is powerful, and the degree of danger is beyond imagination. Therefore, I ask you old seniors to act according to your capabilities before taking action.

Do not be blindly impulsive, otherwise, losing your life is a small matter, but if you ruin my Crown Prince's important affairs, don't blame me for being impolite."

Soren's words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the fiery flames that had just been ignited in some people's hearts, causing them to wake up from their fanatical pursuit of points and begin to re-examine this seemingly tempting but actually dangerous mission.

But at the same time, there were also some people whose fighting spirit was not extinguished by this, but burned even more vigorously.

They secretly calculated in their hearts that although those mazes were full of dangers, there was always a way to figure things out.

Since it was difficult to conquer them alone with the strength of these Semi-Saints, why not find another way?

They could ask Saint-level powerhouses to help. After all, the strength of Saint-level powerhouses far exceeded that of Semi-Saints, and they would naturally be more confident in dealing with the various dangers in the maze.

At that time, as long as an agreement was reached with the Saint-level powerhouse and the points obtained were split equally, this would not only reduce their own risk, but also give them a chance to share a piece of the pie. Why not do it?

When these Semi-Saints thought of this, a trace of shrewdness and expectation could not help but appear in their eyes, as if they had already seen the beautiful scene after they successfully obtained points.

When night fell and deep darkness enveloped the entire imperial capital, the Mariasha Palace had a different kind of scenery.

In that gorgeous and private bath, warm water vapor filled the air, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.

The splashing water in the pool made a crisp and pleasant sound, breaking the silence of the night.

Soren and Empress Mariasha were embracing tightly, their figures appearing somewhat hazy under the rippling waves, like a beautiful painting.

Making people's minds wander.

Empress Mariasha's cheeks instantly flushed, and she glared at Soren reproachfully, shaking her head quickly and saying: "It'll break you."

That shy appearance made her even more charming and moving, forming a different kind of contrast with the dignified and noble image of the Empress on ordinary days, making people unable to help but feel pity.

Soren looked at her like this and chuckled softly, the laughter echoing in the bath. Then he restrained his smile and replied seriously: "It should be about a week! Then I'll go to the Northwest."

A trace of concern and importance was revealed in his eyes. The Northwest, for him, was now a crucial base.

Last month, he had just immigrated a group of poor people and refugees to the Northwest. The situation there was always on his mind. After all, these people were an important part of his future plans. Only by going back in person and seeing the development there could he truly feel at ease.

As Soren spoke, he gently stroked Empress Mariasha's back, seemingly comforting her impending parting emotions.

When Empress Mariasha heard that Soren was about to leave, although a trace of loss flashed in her eyes, she also knew the important task that Soren was shouldering, so she hugged Soren even tighter, wanting to feel more warmth and love in this limited time together, as if she wanted to forever engrave this moment of tenderness in her heart to comfort the long longing after he left.

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone on the palaces of the imperial capital, Soren began to prepare for an important matter in full swing—he planned to fully support the old general Antonio and the court mage group's Delevingne in their attempt to break through to the Saint-level, a difficult but hopeful realm.

Antonio, this old general, was well-known in the empire's army. He had followed Robert to fight for many years, serving as a deputy general for thirty years, experiencing countless large and small battles, and accumulating rich combat experience and deep military literacy on the battlefield.

Every wrinkle on his face seemed to be engraved with the glory and hardship of past battles, and his eyes revealed perseverance and loyalty, qualities that had been deposited over the years.