Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Deep in the night, all sounds ceased, and the entire city of Lorahan was immersed in a silent darkness.

Only the occasional bark of a dog broke the tranquility of the night.

A team of priests dressed in black robes, like ghosts, under the cover of night, quietly sneaked into Lorahan City.

They moved lightly and quickly, avoiding the guards on the city wall, and smoothly entered the city.

These black-robed priests proceeded cautiously, traversing the narrow streets and dim alleys.

Their figures were faintly visible in the moonlight, as if they were specters walking out of the darkness.

Finally, they arrived in front of a church in the city.

The church door was tightly closed, and a mysterious atmosphere pervaded the surroundings.

The black-robed priests gently knocked on the church door, and after a moment, the door slowly opened, and a church priest appeared at the door.

His eyes revealed a hint of tension and anticipation, and seeing the black-robed priests, he nodded slightly, signaling them to enter.

After entering the church, the black-robed priests met with the priest.

The light inside the church was dim, with only a few candles flickering, casting mottled shadows.

"I already know the meaning of Her Holiness the Saintess, and I am mobilizing the believers," the priest said in a low voice, with a hint of urgency.

"Very good, Father Lars. This operation is crucial, and we must ensure that it is foolproof," the leading black-robed priest said solemnly, with a firm look in his eyes. "Her Holiness the Saintess has high hopes for us, and we must not let her down."

Father Lars nodded, "Don't worry, I have already spread the news among the believers, and they are all willing to contribute their strength to the great cause of Her Holiness the Saintess. It's just—"

The priest's tone carried a hint of hesitation.

"Just what? You may speak freely," the black-robed priest frowned and asked.

The priest bit his lip and said, "It's just that the city is heavily guarded, and if our actions are discovered, the consequences will be unimaginable. Moreover, Prince Olterif is also wary of the church, and it will not be easy for us to successfully mobilize the believers."

The black-robed priest pondered for a moment and said, "We have already considered these things. Her Holiness the Saintess has her own arrangements, and we only need to act according to the plan. Before the operation, we will try our best to find out the situation in the city and find a suitable opportunity. Father Lars, what you need to do is to ensure the loyalty of the believers and make them ready to respond to our call at any time."

Father Lars nodded, "I understand. I will do my best to mobilize more believers and prepare for Her Holiness the Saintess's plan."

Afterward, the black-robed priests and the priest began to discuss the specific details of the operation in detail.

They spoke in low voices, with a hint of tension and excitement in their eyes.

As the morning light dawned, soft sunlight sprinkled on the streets and alleys of Lorahan City.

Outside the church, a dense crowd of believers had gathered early in the morning. They were dressed in simple clothes, with solemn expressions, kneeling neatly on the ground, chanting words, immersed in devout prayer.

For a time, a tranquil atmosphere pervaded the surroundings of the church, with only the murmuring prayers, like a gentle breeze, slowly flowing in the air.

The despair of war made the believers of Lorahan City even more devout and fanatical.

As time slowly passed, the heavy door of the church creaked open, breaking the silence.

Father Lars, dressed in a white robe, walked out with steady steps.

His face was solemn, and his eyes revealed an unquestionable majesty.

The believers noticed the appearance of the priest, stopped praying, raised their heads, and their eyes were full of awe and anticipation.

Father Lars scanned the believers kneeling on the ground, took a deep breath, and said loudly: "I have received a divine revelation, the Holy Prague family is unjust and no longer worthy of our loyalty. God says, we need to stand up and resist,

overthrow the rule of the tyrant."

As soon as these words came out, the believers were in an uproar.

Father Lars looked at him with firm eyes and said decisively: "Absolutely true! How can God's will be false? Now, the people of the empire are living in dire straits. Prince Olterif is waging wars recklessly, causing countless families to be torn apart. As God's people, how can we sit idly by?"

"But, resisting the prince, this—this is a rebellious thing!" Another believer said worriedly.

Father Lars frowned, his tone becoming stern: "If we do not resist and allow the tyrant to continue to wreak havoc, we are violating God's will! God tells us to stand up, that is, to save this land and save the suffering people. Do you want to disobey God's will?"

Hearing the priest's stern words, the believers lowered their heads and fell into contemplation.

After a moment, a young believer took the lead to stand up and said loudly: "Father, I am willing to listen to God's will. In order to overthrow the tyrant, I am willing to give everything!"

"I am willing too!"

"I am willing too!"

More and more believers stood up, expressing their determination.

There was no longer hesitation and fear in their eyes, replaced by firmness and resoluteness.

In their hearts, God's will was supreme. Since God asked them to resist, then they had nothing to fear.

Father Lars looked at the scene in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.

Under the instigation of Father Lars, those bewitched believers were in high spirits.

Many of them were family members of the garrison soldiers. Under the bond of kinship, these believers, with firm belief, surged toward the major military camps of Lorahan City.

After arriving at the military camps, the believers looked for their relatives, their eyes full of earnestness and persistence.

They tearfully told the soldiers the so-called "divine revelation", persuading them to lay down their weapons and no longer serve the "unjust" rule.

Many soldiers wavered in their hearts when faced with the persuasion of their families.

They were originally tired and helpless with the cruelty of war and the hardship of life. Now, under the bitter pleas of their relatives, the defense line in their hearts gradually collapsed.

Under the influence of this atmosphere, most of the soldiers finally chose to lay down their weapons.

With this decision made, the city gate slowly opened, and a large number of temple knights who had been waiting outside the city poured into Lorahan City like a tide.

Their steps were neat, their eyes sharp, and they quickly occupied the key points in the city.