Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

“You’ve made a grave mistake, daring to plot against your own master. What won’t you dare to do in the future?” Empress Mia said coldly, her words laced with a chilling intent that seemed to freeze the surrounding air.

She was truly disappointed and furious. All along, she had regarded Meli as her most trusted confidante, but she never imagined that Meli would resort to such underhanded tactics to achieve her own goals, even scheming against her. How could she possibly tolerate this?

Looking at Meli’s cunning yet innocent appearance, the fury in her heart surged even higher. If it weren’t for their past relationship, this strike would have been more than just a minor injury.

Upon hearing this, Meli was immediately stunned. Only then did she realize that she seemed to have done something wrong, and a deep sense of regret welled up in her heart. But whether it was still possible to salvage the situation at this moment was unknown.

“Return to your family territory immediately. If you stay in the imperial capital any longer, even I won’t be able to protect you,” Empress Mia said with a dark expression, her tone icy and unquestionable.

She knew very well that if the matter of last night were to spread, the consequences would be unimaginable. And Meli, as the instigator, was like a bomb that could explode at any time, bringing endless trouble to her and the entire family.

“No, I can’t leave the imperial capital. If I leave, I’ll surely die. Our Crown Prince is not someone to be trifled with. I need to return to the family and seek my father’s protection.”

Upon hearing this, Meli’s face turned pale with fright, and a layer of fine cold sweat instantly broke out on her forehead. Her body also trembled slightly uncontrollably.

She knew very well that she had made a grave mistake by plotting against the Crown Prince and the Empress. If the Crown Prince were to learn the truth, he would definitely not let her off easily.

Within this imperial capital, with the Empress, she might be able to gain some temporary protection. But once she left, without this layer of protection, the Crown Prince could easily find a reason to take her life.

Therefore, she didn’t dare to leave no matter what. She only wanted to return to the family as soon as possible and seek her father’s protection, perhaps that way she could escape this calamity.

Empress Mia looked at Meli’s terrified appearance, and the anger in her heart surged even more.

At this moment, she really wished she could kill Meli directly to vent the hatred in her heart.

But reason forced her to suppress this impulse. After all, Meli was not an ordinary servant. She was a direct descendant member of the family, carefully cultivated for many years. Not only was her status noble, but her own strength was also not to be underestimated. She was already an eighth-tier peak mage with extremely deep foundations.

As long as she could obtain a potential breakthrough potion, she had a ninety percent chance of breaking through to the Saint realm, becoming another powerful Saint-level expert in the family.

In this era of turbulent situations and open and secret struggles between various forces, Saint-level experts were of vital importance to a family. They were the key to determining the family’s rise and fall, honor and disgrace.

Empress Mia knew this very well, so even though she hated Meli’s actions to the point of gritting her teeth, she was truly reluctant to kill her just like that, letting the family lose such a rare Saint-level seed.

However, if she kept Meli, how could she quell the Crown Prince’s anger, how could she silence the public, and prevent the events of last night from being leaked? This series of problems was like a heavy boulder, weighing Empress Mia down, plunging her into a dilemma.

Loraham City, a heavily fortified city on the border of Wernke Province, was like a solid fortress standing on the empire’s frontier, carrying vital strategic significance.

It was not only the gateway from the border province to the central provinces, but also a key defense line protecting the empire’s heartland. Its importance was related to the safety of the entire empire.

Once this city fell, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The rebel army could rely on this place’s strategic advantage to easily divide Wernke Province into two, like a sharp blade cutting off the link between the inside and outside, causing a huge gap in the original complete defense line.

And even more terrifying was that their army could take this opportunity to drive straight into the central provinces like a surging tide without hindrance. At that time, the empire’s core area would be directly exposed to the rebel army’s offensive, and all places would inevitably fall into chaos and war, the people would be displaced, and the empire’s stability would be unprecedentedly impacted.

At this moment, Loraham City was shrouded in smoke, and fierce battles were breaking out in full swing.

The shouts of killing, the clashing of weapons, and the explosions of magic intertwined, echoing through the sky, as if to shatter the city.

On the city walls, the defending soldiers had firm expressions, holding weapons, and doing their best to resist the rebel army’s wave after wave of fierce attacks.

Their bodies were already covered with blood and dust. Some soldiers were seriously injured, but they still gritted their teeth and held on to their posts, using their flesh and blood to build a wall to protect their homes.

The rebel army under the city was as dense as ants. They shouted arrogant slogans and, under the command of their generals, constantly launched assaults on the city walls.

Some erected ladders, trying to climb up; others controlled siege equipment, launching fierce bombardments against the city walls.

For a time, stones splashed, flames soared, and the entire Loraham City fell into a purgatory of blood and fire. As for who would win this battle of life and death, no one could easily say. They could only move step by step toward an unknown ending with the intense battle situation.

The rebel general, Haklaam, stood at the front of the formation, exuding a chilling aura. His burly figure was twice as wide as ordinary people, and his height towered above the crowd, standing proudly among the soldiers, like a majestic mountain, dwarfing the people around him, naturally becoming the focus of everyone on the battlefield.

Haklaam was from the Desert King’s command and was appointed as the crucial vanguard officer this time.

This appointment was not smooth sailing. It was the Desert King who overruled all objections and strongly supported Haklaam, allowing him to obtain this important task.

Because of this, Haklaam knew clearly in his heart that he had no retreat in this first battle and must achieve victory.

In the camp of the eighteen rebel armies, the various border kings were dissatisfied with Haklaam’s appointment as vanguard officer.

They believed that although Haklaam was brave in battle, he acted too aggressively and often played out of the ordinary, worrying that his impulsiveness would ruin things. However, the Desert King had unique insight and valued the fearlessness and the ability to adapt to the battlefield that Haklaam possessed.

The Desert King knew that to attack Loraham City this time, they needed a general who was brave, resourceful, and dared to break the situation to lead the charge and open up the situation for the subsequent army to advance. Haklaam was undoubtedly the best candidate.