Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

The actions of the personal guards quickly made Guta realize they had been discovered.

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"Attack!" Guta shouted.

Eight Saint-level powerhouses erupted simultaneously, attacking Sollen. Their entire bodies emanated imposing auras, and powerful magical fluctuations instantly swept the surroundings. The air itself seemed to be torn apart by this force, creating bursts of whistling sounds.

Each person's eyes revealed a determination to kill, their figures darting like ghosts, instantly arriving before Sollen.

Sollen, with one arm around Jennifer, released four undead puppets with his other hand.

These four puppets emitted an eerie, ghostly light, and a decaying aura assaulted the senses. Their figures were tall and sturdy, and eerie red lights flickered in their empty eye sockets. Once summoned, they immediately stood in front of Sollen and Jennifer, raising the weapons in their hands to fight the attacking Saint-level powerhouses.

The eight Saint-level assassins fought against Sollen's undead puppets and guards.

These eight Saint-level assassins each unleashed their unique skills. Some brandished long swords that emitted a chilling light, their sword techniques fierce.

Each sword strike carried the whistling sound of tearing air, the multiple sword shadows seemingly capable of cutting everything before them into pieces.

Some formed hand seals and chanted incantations, instantly summoning astonishingly powerful magical attacks. The elemental forces of fire, ice, and lightning raged in the air, surging towards Sollen and the others.

Still others moved like lightning, constantly searching for openings in their opponents' defenses with their incredible speed, waiting for an opportunity to strike. The four undead puppets released by Sollen were not to be outdone. Relying on their sturdy bodies, they stubbornly withstood wave after wave of attacks, their decaying yet hard bones acting as the most reliable shields.

They wielded the weapons in their hands, engaging in close combat with the Saint-level assassins. Each attack carried a sinister power, seemingly capable of tearing out the enemy's soul.

Sollen's guards went all out, cooperating with the undead puppets, either using exquisite martial techniques to parry and counterattack, or releasing their own battle aura and magic. For a time, the fighting turned the world upside down, and powerful energy fluctuations spread to the surroundings. The surrounding refugees and soldiers were frightened and retreated, avoiding the terrifying aftershocks of the battle.

When Guta saw that Sollen was actually guarded by eight Saint-level powerhouses, his expression immediately changed, and he immediately understood that things were about to go wrong.

He originally thought that he could take down Sollen in one fell swoop with the surprise attack of the eight Saint-level powerhouses, but he did not expect the opponent's guard force to be so strong, which completely exceeded his expectations.

However, at this point, he could no longer hesitate and decisively ordered all the Half-Saints who had come with him to attack.

Faced with the battle of Saint-level powerhouses, the Crown Prince's personal guards and the Royal Knights were difficult to contend with in terms of strength, but they were not without the power to fight against the Half-Saints.

The Royal Knights quickly formed a battle formation. The knights were neat and uniform, holding their spears diagonally and connecting their shields tightly, forming a solid line of steel defense.

The eighth-level knights roamed around the battle formation, using their superb horsemanship and superb martial skills to find the flaws of the Half-Saints and seize the opportunity to attack.

Everyone worked together to entangle with the Half-Saints. The shouts of killing and the sound of weapons colliding intertwined, and the outskirts of Beihu City instantly became a tragic battlefield.

On this chaotic and fierce battlefield, the battle became even more tragic.

The ground was uneven from the impact of powerful magic, and deep ravines crisscrossed, as if they were wounds where the earth had been torn apart.

Dust was stirred up into the air by the agitation of energy, covering the sky and the sun, making it almost impossible to see the scene in front of you.

The magical attacks of the Saint-level assassins continued to fall, and the fire instantly ignited the surrounding dead grass, and the fire spread rapidly. The billowing smoke mixed with dust, and the pungent smell filled the air. The ice magic caused a thick layer of ice to form on the ground, causing many people to slip and fall while running and dodging, and painful groans were endless.

Lightning magic was even more rampant. Dazzling lightning bolts streaked across the sky and struck the crowd. The people who were hit instantly turned into coke, emitting a creepy burnt smell.

Sollen's undead puppets were also damaged. Half of one puppet's body was scorched black by magical flames.

The bones were exposed and crumbling, but it still stubbornly waved its weapon, trying to resist the enemy's attack.

The guards were also covered with scars, and their armor was stained red with blood. Some guards had their arms cut off,

But they held their weapons tightly with their other hands and gritted their teeth to persevere. Although the battle formation of the Royal Knights was solid, it was also crumbling under the fierce attacks of the Half-Saints.

The Half-Saints used various powerful martial skills. Some punched out, knocking the knights' shields away, and some slashed out with a sword energy, cutting off several spears.

Knights continued to fall, and injured horses neighed and galloped wildly, further exacerbating the chaos of the battlefield.

Blood gathered on the ground to form streams, flowing between the pits and mixing with the mud, turning into dark red mud.

Severed limbs and broken arms were scattered everywhere, making people feel frightened.

The battlefield outside Beihu City has now become a purgatory on earth, and the outcome of life and death hangs by a thread.

Sollen watched the Royal Knights falling one after another, and his heart was bleeding. They were the empire's trump card.

Sollen drew out the Infinity Blade, and the armor on his body slowly surged out, forming a set of knight armor. The armor exuded a cold metallic luster, and each piece of armor seemed to be telling of tenacity and strength.

Then he rushed towards the nearest Half-Saint, his eyes filled with determination and anger, his footsteps thundering on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The other party was overjoyed when he saw Sollen rushing over, and secretly thought that it would be a great achievement if he could take down this Crown Prince.

He struggled to shake off his opponent and killed Sollen, his figure darting like a ghost, and the weapon in his hand flickered with cold light.

In the next second, he was horrified to discover Sollen's power.

Sollen waved the Infinity Blade, his sword momentum like a rainbow, with an overwhelming aura.

As soon as the two fought, Sollen directly blasted him away with a sword. The terrifying power far exceeded the limit he could bear.

Sollen's swordsmanship was extremely fierce. Every sword he swung seemed to tear the air apart. The Infinity Blade hummed in his hand, as if craving more battles and kills.

Then a cross sword light fell, the light was bright and dazzling, and the Half-Saint was beheaded, blood spurted out and sprinkled on the ground.

The first reaction of the Half-Saint before his death: "Is this really something a seventh-level knight can possess?"

He widened his eyes, full of horror and disbelief. He could not accept that he had been defeated by a person who seemed to be a seventh-level knight. And his undispersed soul may forever remember the powerful power Sollen displayed at this moment.