Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Upon receiving this news, Tassmi, the commanding officer in the City Lord's mansion, instantly turned pale.

He knew that the situation had reached a critical point; the consequences would be unimaginable if the rebels completely controlled the city.

Therefore, he unhesitatingly went to the magic chamber, the central control point of the city's self-destruction magic array.

Tassmi stood before the magic array, kneeling down with pain and struggle in his eyes.

He faced the sky, muttering words, confessing to the God of Radiance about the "sinful" act he was about to commit.

"Oh, God of Radiance, I did not wish to do this, but now, to stop the rebels, I have no other choice. I hope you can forgive my sins and spare me from going to hell after death," he said, his voice filled with despair and sorrow.

Then, Tassmi stood up, placed his hands on the magic array, and poured his magic power into it continuously.

However, as time passed, the magic array remained motionless.

Tassmi's eyes widened, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

He increased the output of his magic power, but the magic array still did not respond.

"How can this be? This is impossible!" Tassmi roared frantically, slamming his hands on the magic array.

He knew in his heart that the failure of the self-destruction magic array meant that his last hope had been shattered.

Rolaham City had completely fallen into the hands of the rebels, and he would become a witness to the city's downfall.

At this moment, his heart was filled with regret and unwillingness, but it was too late.

"The most loyal lackey of the Sacred Prague Family, since we are going to attack Rolaham, how could we allow the self-destruction magic array to exist?"

Just as Tassmi was filled with despair and collapsed in front of the magic array, a cold and mocking voice came from behind him.

Tassmi trembled and suddenly turned around, only to see a black-robed man standing silently behind him.

This person exuded a mysterious and dangerous aura, and the black robe fluttered gently in the breeze, as if carrying a captivating magic.

Tassmi's gaze was instantly drawn to the silver patterns embroidered on the black-robed man's body, his eyes widened, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

"The Judgment Hall of the Radiant Temple, you betrayed the Empire—" His voice was filled with anger and shock, as if he had used all his strength to shout these words.

However, before he could finish speaking, the sharp blade in the black-robed man's hand had already flashed past like lightning.

The next moment, Tassmi's head flew high, and blood spurted from his neck like a fountain, splashing around the magic array.

The black-robed man glanced contemptuously at Tassmi's corpse and slowly said, "We are not the Radiant Temple, we are the neo-religion under the Radiant God, following the Radiant God's teachings, and exist to purify all the filth in the world. We are the Holy Church of Radiance."

His voice was neither high nor low, but it carried an unquestionable majesty.

"The rule of the Sacred Prague Family has long been corrupt, and Prince Ottreif is even more self-serving,

causing countless people to suffer. The emergence of our Holy Church of Radiance is to overthrow all of this and establish a new, pure world," the black-robed man continued, his eyes revealing a fanatical faith.

The black-robed man turned around and strode out of the magic chamber, his figure gradually disappearing in the dim corridor, leaving only the empty room and the ineffective self-destruction magic array, witnessing the fall of Rolaham City and the rise of the Holy Church of Radiance.

When the imperial flag that had originally flown high above the walls of Rolaham City was replaced by the unfamiliar flag of the Holy Church of Radiance at some point.

The flag fluttered in the wind, and the red background and white pattern resembled a pair of eerie eyes, overlooking the city.

Prince Ottreif stared at this scene from afar, as if struck by lightning, too shocked to speak.

His eyes were wide, his mouth slightly open, and his face was full of disbelief.

This city, which he had painstakingly managed and heavily defended, had fallen into the hands of the rebels, which he could not accept no matter what.

"Your Highness, our only option now is to use a range magic spell to destroy Rolaham City, which might activate the internal self-destruction magic array." The Saint-ranked mage, Mindham, broke the suffocating silence, his voice low and calm, as if stating a predetermined fact.

Prince Ottreif then came back to his senses, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly, "Prepare immediately. I never intended to give Rolaham City to the rebels intact."

Mindham nodded slightly, turned and left, and began to prepare to cast the powerful range magic.

Prince Ottreif stood in place, staring intently at Rolaham City, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

He thought of the soldiers who had sacrificed themselves to defend the city, and the efforts he had made to strengthen the city's defenses. All of this had now turned into bubbles.

"Hmph, since you want this city, then I will give you ruins!" Prince Ottreif said through gritted teeth, his face full of anger and unwillingness.

The situation was now out of control. Since he could not retake Rolaham City, he would completely destroy the city and never let the rebels succeed easily.

Soon, Mindham was ready. He stood in front of the army, raised his hands high, and chanted.

Mysterious runes flickered in his hands, and the surrounding air began to fluctuate violently.

As he chanted, a powerful magic power gathered in front of him, forming a huge fiery red magic ball, emitting a dazzling light.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, the magic ball flew towards Rolaham City like a meteor, and a devastating disaster was about to descend.

When that meteor-like magic ball, exuding a terrifying aura, roared towards Rolaham City with the force of thunder, the entire city fell into a deathly silence of fear.

The people looked at the sky in horror, their eyes filled with despair, and the rebels also showed panic, realizing that an unprecedented disaster was about to descend.

However, just as the magic ball was less than five hundred meters away from Rolaham City, a ray of dazzling light, like a sharp sword, shot up from the cathedral in Rolaham City.

This beam of light was dazzling, carrying a sacred and inviolable power, and shot straight at the rapidly approaching magic ball.