Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

In the days that followed, the battlefields around Rolan Khan City were filled with smoke and fire.

The rebels were determined to break through this important town and open the door to the core area of the empire, but Prince Olif's strict defense shattered their dreams time and time again.

The rebels launched wave after wave of offensives, but Prince Olif was well prepared.

He carefully planned and successfully transported a batch of key supplies and reinforcements into the city.

With sufficient supplies, the defenders in the city were greatly boosted in morale and became more tenacious in the face of the rebel attacks.

At the same time, the magic cannons deployed outside the city became the rebels' nightmare.

These magic cannons were hidden in clever positions, constantly aiming at the rebels' movements.

Once again, the rebels gathered a large number of troops, preparing to launch a general attack on Rolan Khan City.

They surged towards the city walls like a tide, with siege ladders lined up and shouts of killing filling the sky. Just when they thought victory was in their grasp, Prince Olif gave an order, and the magic cannons outside the city instantly unleashed their power.

Huge magic cannonballs, carrying blazing light and terrifying power, roared into the dense crowd of rebels.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of deafening explosions rang out, and the earth trembled.

The magic cannonballs exploded in the rebel ranks, the powerful impact sending soldiers flying several meters high, and the splashing shrapnel and scorching flames ruthlessly reaped lives.

The originally neat siege formation instantly fell into chaos, with soldiers fleeing in all directions, and screams and shouts intertwined.

A single round of magic cannon fire shattered the rebel siege forces, almost crippling their combat effectiveness.

Seeing this, the Mountain King was filled with anger and anxiety.

He knew that if these magic cannons were not removed, it would be almost impossible for the rebels to capture Rolan Khan City.

Therefore, he secretly organized a group of elite Saint-level experts, planning to take advantage of the night to launch a surprise attack and destroy those magic cannons in one fell swoop.

Late at night, all was silent, with only occasional insect chirps breaking the tranquility of the night.

The Mountain King led the Saint-level experts to approach the magic cannon positions like ghosts.

They were careful, afraid of alarming the defenders. However, Prince Olif had already deployed a strict defense here.

As soon as the Mountain King and his party approached the magic cannon positions, an alarm sounded abruptly.

Imperial soldiers lying in ambush around the area instantly emerged, surrounding them.

At the same time, beams of magical light shot out from the soldiers' hands, illuminating the dark night sky.

Although the Saint-level experts were powerful, they were caught in a bitter battle in the face of such a tight defense.

They unleashed various powerful spells and martial skills, trying to break through the encirclement and destroy the magic cannons.

But the Imperial soldiers were fearless, and with their firm belief and tenacious will, they guarded the magic cannons to the death.

After a fierce battle, the Mountain King's team gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Not only did they fail to destroy the magic cannons, but several Saint-level experts were also seriously injured.

Helpless, the Mountain King had no choice but to order a retreat.

The only reason was that they had dispatched ten Saint-level experts that night, while the Empire had also dispatched eleven Saint-level experts,

making the Mountain King afraid to fight to the death.

After this battle, the rebels completely witnessed the power of the magic cannons.

In the following days of war, they were unable to break through Prince Olif's defense, and suffered heavy casualties under the attack of the magic cannons.

Rolan Khan City still stood like an indestructible fortress in front of the rebels, making them daunted,

but unwilling to give up.

Inside the camp, the atmosphere was so tense it felt like it could explode at any moment. The eighteen border kings sat around, but at this moment there was no sign of discussing the war, each with a red face and a thick neck, their voices rising and falling, arguing endlessly.

"No, I will never let my people attack the city again! Those magic cannons are simply the scythe of the Grim Reaper, who knows when they will fall on our heads!" One of the border kings slammed the table, his eyes wide with anger, shouting loudly.

"That's right, our soldiers are also lives, they can't be sent to their deaths for nothing!" Another border king echoed, his face full of anger and worry.

Everyone spoke one after another, and no one was willing to take on the responsibility of attacking the city again. After all, under the power of those magic cannons, attacking the city was like sending one's own soldiers to the gate of hell, and no one knew whether they would be hit by the terrifying artillery fire the next second.

Now, the rebel army has been divided into two parts, one part continuing to launch offensives against Rolan Khan City under the city,

"How many Saint-level experts does this empire have? Each time there is only one more than us, there must be a conspiracy behind this!" One of the border kings frowned, his face full of doubt and unease.

"Maybe they are doing this on purpose, so that we can't figure out their details, so we don't dare to act rashly," another border king said after a moment of contemplation.

Everyone listened and fell silent. They knew that on this battlefield, intelligence was very important, especially the number and strength of the other side's Saint-level experts. But now, the Empire's Saint-level experts are like ghosts hidden in the dark, making them elusive.

"Then what should we do now? We can't just keep dragging on like this," one of the border kings broke the silence and asked anxiously.

Inside the camp, the sound of arguments and scolding rose and fell, and the eighteen border kings held their own opinions, but they could not reach a consensus, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense and oppressive. Just as this chaos was happening, a burst of rapid footsteps approached from far to near, and then, a team of people dressed in white robes broke into the camp like ghosts.

The border kings immediately glared, and the anger that had accumulated due to the unfavorable war was instantly ignited.

"Where did these madmen come from, daring to break into our camp!" One of the border kings roared, his voice resounding like a bell throughout the camp.

In an instant, the aura of Saint-level experts surged in the camp, and they flashed and appeared around the white-robed men, exuding a fierce murderous aura, and the weapons in their hands flashed with cold light, as if they were about to kill these uninvited guests in the next second.

However, at this critical moment, the leader of the white-robed men slowly pulled down the hood on his head.

A cascade of golden hair falling like a waterfall, skin as white as snow, and a pair of eyes like deep pools, exuding a mysterious and noble aura.