Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

While Prince Oltriffe was shedding blood on the front lines, a tense and orderly war preparation was in full swing in the border region of the Wenk Province, the Central Province, and the Normandy Province.

A massive mountain resembled a dormant beast, now completely transformed.

The interior of the mountain had been meticulously hollowed out, with engineers and mages working together to create a continuous series of bunkers within.

These bunkers were reinforced with special magical materials, effectively resisting not only conventional weapon attacks but also possessing some resistance to high-level magic.

Between the bunkers, complex passages interconnected, forming an intricate underground labyrinth, facilitating rapid troop movement and support.

Meanwhile, the placement of traps was nothing short of ingenious.

Along the mountain's various entrances and potential attack routes, all sorts of traps were cleverly concealed.

There were trigger-activated spike traps; once an enemy stepped on them, sharp spikes would instantly spring from the ground, piercing the enemy.

There were also magical traps; when an enemy approached, they would trigger powerful magic arrays, releasing attacks such as lightning and fire, catching the enemy off guard.

This was Soren's last line of defense against the Eighteen Route Allied Army—the Normandy Defense Line.

It used the natural mountain as a wall, relying on its treacherous terrain and solid structure to become an insurmountable barrier.

Inside the mountain, over two hundred magic cannons were positioned in carefully selected locations.

These magic cannons were enormous, their muzzles gleaming with a cold metallic luster, each containing earth-shattering power.

They were connected to a complex magical energy supply system, capable of continuously firing powerful magic shells in a short period, inflicting devastating blows on the enemy's large-scale forces.

At the foot of the mountain, trenches crisscrossed, resembling scars on the earth.

These trenches were wide and deep, their bottoms filled with sharp wooden stakes and barbs.

Between the trenches, many hidden哨posts and observation points were set up, with soldiers constantly vigilant for enemy movements.

Currently, two elite Imperial Legions were stationed here.

These soldiers were well-trained, well-equipped, and high in morale.

They wore the Empire's new armor and wielded standard weapons, ready to fight to defend the Empire at any moment.

At the same time, an Imperial Mage Corps was also on standby.

Everyone clearly knew that once the Wenk Province fell, this place would inevitably become the new front line, and an even more intense and brutal battle would unfold here.

Inside the command center of the Normandy Defense Line, candlelight flickered, illuminating a huge defense map on the wall.

Countess Fiana, known as the Guardian Goddess of the Empire, stood tall before the map, her expression focused and solemn.

Her waterfall-like golden hair was casually tied behind her head at this moment, with a few stray strands falling beside her fair cheeks, adding to her determination and competence.

Countess Fiana's gaze moved slowly across the defense map, not missing a single detail.

Her eyes were like precise calipers, quickly detecting the advantages and disadvantages of each arrangement.

Years of fighting against the orcs had given her a deep understanding and unique insights into defensive tactics.

In her eyes, every defense line, every trap, and the position of every magic cannon were related to the victory or defeat of this war.

This mountain fortress was the culmination of her and Soren's efforts.

Initially, Soren's bold idea of building a defense line based on the mountain coincided with her expertise in defensive tactics.

In the subsequent construction process, she devoted herself wholeheartedly, directing countless craftsmen, soldiers, and mages, working day and night.

"The coverage of the magic cannons here needs to be expanded further; if the enemy launches a surprise attack from the flank, there must be no blind spots," Countess Fiana frowned slightly and said softly.

The adjutant beside her immediately recorded it in a notebook, then quickly relayed the order, arranging for people to adjust the angle of the magic cannons.

"Also, these traps, although they are hidden very well, the trigger mechanism can be further optimized to ensure that once the enemy steps in, they will definitely suffer heavy damage," she added, her eyes never leaving the defense map.

As time passed, the various preparations for the Normandy Defense Line gradually neared completion.

Countess Fiana knew very well that whether the defense line could be completed ahead of schedule would directly affect the support for Prince Oltriffe.

If this place could complete all the arrangements on time or even ahead of schedule, she could spare a portion of the existing forces to reinforce Prince Oltriffe in the Wenk Province, reducing the pressure on him.

But if the project was delayed even slightly, then the support Prince Oltriffe could receive would only be the Imperial Legion and the Imperial Mage Corps that were originally planned.

Thinking of this, a trace of worry flashed in Countess Fiana's eyes.

She knew how severe the situation Prince Oltriffe was facing at the moment, and the rebels' offensive would surely be very fierce.

But she also understood that she bore the heavy responsibility of guarding the Normandy Defense Line, and this place could not afford to be lost either.

She took a deep breath and secretly resolved that no matter what, she would ensure that the Normandy Defense Line was foolproof.

At the same time, she would do her best to support Prince Oltriffe.

Countess Fiana frowned slightly, her beautiful eyebrows, like distant mountains, furrowed tightly, revealing a hint of doubt and unease.

She slowly reached out and took the letter, her movements seemingly steady, but in reality, her heart was rippling.

When she opened the letter and her gaze fell on the lines of writing, her pupils shrank slightly, and a hint of undisguised shock flashed in her eyes.

"Fiana, my dear junior, the empire is in a critical situation. I originally didn't want to bother you, but your senior is asking you for a favor. Please don't send troops to support Prince Oltriffe. His Majesty the Emperor has secretly issued an edict that after Prince Oltriffe defeats the Eighteen Route rebels, Prince Oltriffe will inherit the throne. At that time, my nephew will definitely be in danger. The Emperor will keep his promise, but Oltriffe will definitely not. In order for his son to inherit the throne in the future, he will definitely take the life of the Crown Prince—