Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

The rebel Saint-ranked experts inwardly cried out in alarm, but there was no turning back at this point, and they could only brace themselves for the battle.

The two sides instantly plunged into a fierce battle.

The confrontation between Saint-ranked experts was terrifying in its power.

Various powerful spells and martial techniques bloomed in the night sky, radiating light and creating constant booming sounds.

Each collision of power generated powerful shockwaves that sent the surrounding soldiers flying.

In this intense battle, the Autriff army's seven Saint-ranked experts cooperated seamlessly, forming a tight battle formation.

They supported each other, covered each other, and kept the rebel Saint-ranked experts in check at every turn.

Although the rebel Saint-ranked experts were also formidable, they gradually began to fall into a disadvantageous position due to being on the defensive.

After a fierce period of intense fighting, the battle situation gradually became clear.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the rebel Saint-ranked experts began to retreat.

They fought and retreated, trying to break through the encirclement and escape.

However, how could the Autriff army's Saint-ranked experts let them go so easily?

In a fierce attack, a rebel Saint-ranked expert inadvertently revealed a flaw, and was seized upon by an Autriff army Saint-ranked expert, who delivered a fatal blow.

In the end, of the six Saint-ranked experts who came, five returned, and each of them was seriously injured.

They fled the Autriff army camp in a sorry state, disappearing into the night.

This assassination attempt ended in a crushing defeat for the rebels.

The Autriff army successfully defended their commander and showed the rebels their strength and preparedness.

After this battle, the morale of the Autriff army soared, while the rebels suffered a heavy blow and had to re-evaluate their strategy and plans.

Inside the rebel camp, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Border King Guwenter was in a furious rage, and in his tent, various items were angrily smashed around, making piercing sounds.

His face, flushed red with anger, seemed ready to breathe fire at any moment.

"Damn it! Damn it!" Border King Guwenter cursed loudly, "My Saint-ranked experts are gone just like that! How am I supposed to fight them in the future?"

He only had two Saint-ranked experts under his command, and now that he had lost one, it was undoubtedly a fatal blow to him.

In this cruel war, the number of Saint-ranked experts often determined the course of a battle, or even the entire war.

Losing a Saint-ranked expert instantly weakened his strength, making future battles even more difficult, and the hope of success even more remote.

In another corner of the tent, Rebar sat quietly, drinking alone.

In his opinion, the current empire had an unknown number of Saint-ranked experts, but at least a dozen were openly available, and it would be easy to send a few Saint-ranked experts to support Prince Autriff.

Moreover, with Soren's cunning and treachery, he had likely secretly sent several Saint-ranked experts to lurk in the shadows, waiting specifically for assassination attempts like tonight, and then deliver a fatal blow.

The fact was just as he had predicted, and the sacrificed Saint-ranked expert was the best proof.

"Hmph, I said long ago that this was a foolish plan," Rebar finally couldn't help but speak, his voice with a hint of mockery, "But you insisted on not listening, and now look, we've lost a Saint-ranked expert for nothing."

Hearing Rebar's words, Border King Guwenter turned his head angrily, staring at him fiercely: "What did you say? You coward! If you hadn't been injured in the first place, would we have been so passive?"

Rebar ignored Border King Guwenter's accusation, took another sip of wine, and said faintly: "What's the use of blaming me? What we should be considering now is what to do next.

The empire's strength is far greater than we imagined, and we can't continue to act so blindly."

The four alien Border Kings, each with furrowed brows and solemn faces, were immersed in the heavy thoughts brought about by Rebar's words.

Border King Guwenter was the first to break the silence, slamming the wine glass in his hand to the ground, the crisp sound of shattering glass particularly jarring in the silence.

"Damn it, are we just going to sit here and wait for death?" His eyes were full of unwillingness.

As a Border King, he was used to having his way in his own territory, but now he was in such a passive situation in this war, it was really difficult to accept.

Rebar raised his eyes, calmly swept over the crowd, and slowly opened his mouth: "We can't act blindly. Before we know the other side's cards, any rash advance may be courting death."

He paused, and continued, "Take this assassination for example. We thought we could use the power of Saint-ranked experts to launch a surprise attack, but what was the result? We were outmaneuvered by the other side and lost one person for nothing."

Desert King stroked his beard, pondered for a moment, and said: "It's true that relying on the number of strong experts to crush them won't work, but if we can't gain an advantage in the confrontation of strong experts, how can we break the situation?"

His eyes revealed a hint of confusion. In this war, they had always hoped to overthrow the empire's rule by relying on powerful force, but now this idea had encountered a huge obstacle.

Icefield King nodded in agreement, "That's right, the battlefield is ever-changing, and the role of strong experts is crucial.

But now the empire's Saint-ranked experts are like hidden blades in the dark, ready to strike at any time, making it impossible to defend against."

He recalled the previous clash between the Frost Wolf Knights and the Autriff army. Those hidden empire experts still gave him lingering fears.

"Then we'll just keep hiding?" Mountain King said somewhat impatiently, "The army's daily consumption is huge, and if this goes on, we simply can't afford it."

His territory's output was limited in resources, and he had already invested a lot of manpower, material resources, and financial resources for this war. If he continued to spend so much, his territory would probably be unable to withstand it first.

Rebar shook his head slightly and said: "Of course not hiding. We need to change our strategy. Since we can't determine the number of the empire's Saint-ranked experts, we can't give them a chance to wipe us out in one fell swoop.

Small-scale harassment battles, disrupting the other side's supply lines, and inciting public sentiment can all weaken the empire's strength, while our Saint-ranked experts must preserve their strength and only strike at key moments."

Everyone listened to Rebar's words and fell into deep thought.