Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Guta stood not far from the battlefield, his eyes fixed on Soren's every move.

When he personally witnessed Soren decisively kill a Demigod in just a few rounds, a strong sense of shock and jealousy surged in his heart.

He also sensed that Soren already possessed Eighth-Order cultivation, which made his body tremble uncontrollably with anger.

To achieve his current Eighth-Order cultivation, Guta had resorted to any means necessary, even transforming himself into something inhuman, enduring unimaginable pain and suffering, and devastating his body and spirit.

Even though he had done everything to reach the Eighth-Order, it would still take him more than a decade to break through to the Demigod realm, and only he knew the hardships and sacrifices involved.

But what about Soren?

This Imperial Prince, who in his eyes should have been far behind him, had broken through to the Eighth-Order in such a short period of time, something he could not accept no matter what.

In his twisted mind, Soren had achieved so easily what he had struggled so hard for, even surpassing him, which made the resentment in his heart grow wildly like weeds, and his murderous intent towards Soren became even stronger.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, vowing to make Soren pay a painful price for his "rapid growth," even if it meant sacrificing his own life, he would never let go of this opponent who made him mad with jealousy.

Guta quickly mobilized five Demigods to besiege Soren.

Soren, seeing the five Demigods approaching him quickly, was not too worried.

As long as he entered the burst state, coupled with a set of legendary equipment, even a Saint-level, he dared to fight head-on, let alone a few Demigods.

However, he quickly winked at Jennifer, signaling her to find the mastermind behind the scenes as soon as possible.

Soren and the five Demigods fought together, and for a time, the battlefield was filled with brilliant light, the dazzling light of magic and the sharpness of martial arts intertwined.

Soren's figure was agile, like a ghost shuttling between the five Demigods, and each time he swung his long sword, he brought up a sharp sword aura, forcing the Demigods not to dare to approach him rashly.

The legendary equipment on his body shone with mysterious runes from time to time, as if whispering ancient power, blessing him with protection and deflecting the enemy's fierce attacks again and again.

Jennifer, after receiving the order, quietly hid in the shadows at the edge of the battlefield.

Her eyes were like torches, using the family's unique tracking secret technique to carefully identify clues in the chaotic crowd and the surging magic fluctuations.

Finding the mastermind behind the scenes was the key to resolving this crisis, otherwise, even if Soren could defeat these five Demigods today, he would inevitably fall into endless assassinations and ambushes in the future.

The five Demigods, after attacking for a long time without success, gradually became anxious.

After looking at each other, they began to use a set of joint attack formations.

In an instant, the magic power around them surged and converged, forming a huge energy vortex, enveloping Soren in it, trying to suppress him with absolute power.

Soren only felt the pressure increase sharply, but the fighting spirit in his eyes was even stronger.

He shouted loudly, his whole body's magic power burst out, forcefully propping up a space in the center of this vortex, and the Infinity Blade in his hand buzzed, as if responding to the owner's fighting spirit.

He dodged to the side, interrupting the magic seal, and glared at Jennifer: "Hmph, you ignorant girl, you dare to ruin my good deeds!"

Jennifer landed and stood firm, sneering in response: "Guta, your conspiracy will never succeed today!"

The two instantly fought together, and the battlefield situation became even more chaotic.

Shouts of killing, magic explosions, and other sounds intertwined into a cruel war song.

Soren, in the Demigod encirclement, saw Jennifer fighting with Guta, and felt a little relieved.

The offensive of the Infinity Blade in his hand was even fiercer, determined to break through the siege as soon as possible, to support Jennifer, and to thwart Guta's ambition together.

At the critical moment, Brel, stationed on the border, arrived with three Saint-level powerhouses.

When a major riot broke out in North Lake City, Brel realized that something was wrong, because he knew that Crown Prince Soren would arrive in North Lake City today, and this riot might be aimed at Soren.

With his loyalty to the empire and years of military experience, he decisively gathered the strongest forces around him and rushed over non-stop.

The appearance of Brel's four Saint-level powerhouses was like a bolt from the blue, completely breaking Guta's plan.

He never expected that the empire would have so many Saint-level powerhouses.

Originally, he thought that the power he had secretly prepared would be enough to give Soren a fatal blow, but he did not expect that the situation would be reversed in an instant.

The Saint-level powerhouses of the six management families looked at each other and decisively left the battlefield.

They were unwilling to waste their strength in this inevitable defeat, after all, the interests of the family came first.

The two Saint-level powerhouses of the Blood Tears organization instantly fell into the siege.

They looked around in horror, found that the retreat had been cut off, and could only resist desperately.

Seeing this, Guta roared, took two swords from Jennifer head-on, and quickly left the battlefield, ignoring the blood gushing from his wounds.

At this moment, he was full of regret and unwillingness, but he also knew that the general trend was over, and he could only temporarily avoid the edge and seek another opportunity for revenge.

As for those Demigods, except for three who used their trump cards to escape, the remaining eighteen Demigods were all beheaded.

Looking at the two short Saint-level powerhouse corpses, Brel's face was livid.

He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white, and squeezed a low roar from between his teeth: "These hateful guys, dare to be so presumptuous in the territory of the empire!"

"The island country is also going to get involved!" Soren checked the bodies of the two Saint-level powerhouses and couldn't help but show a cold smile.

The smile was a bit cold and insightful, as if he had already seen through the enemy's conspiracy and tricks.

Brel took a step forward, his expression worried, and persuaded: "Your Highness, you should go back to the imperial capital first! It's too dangerous here.

This melee has gotten out of control, the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light, and there may be subsequent attacks, Your Highness's precious body must not be lost."

Soren shook his head slightly, his eyes firmly looking around, and said: "There are still so many imperial people here who are hungry, how can I, as the Crown Prince of the Empire, abandon them."

His voice was steady and powerful, echoing in the smoky air, reaching the ears of every refugee.

Because this battle broke out in a hurry, many refugees were affected and died in this battle.

The corpses of innocent people lay scattered on the battlefield, and blood stained the earth, which was horrible to see.

Soren's act of standing up and caring about the people once again won a large number of people's hearts.