Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Countless earthen walls surged from beneath the ground like dragons, instantly surrounding the entire camp.

These earthen walls were thick and sturdy, their surfaces shimmering with an unusual light, clearly enhanced by magic.

The knights had already accelerated to full speed in their charge, and due to their powerful momentum, they couldn't stop immediately.

The lead knight's face turned ashen, a flash of determination in his eyes; he had no choice but to brace himself and charge towards the earthen wall.

The high-level knights, relying on their own formidable strength, brandished their weapons, chanting incantations, and unleashed various powerful spells and martial techniques, attempting to break through this sudden obstacle.

Their attacks landed on the earthen walls like a storm, sending up clouds of dust.

However, the low and mid-level knights were not so fortunate.

Their strength was relatively weak, and they were simply unable to break through the earthen wall's defenses.

Accompanied by screams of agony, they crashed directly into the earthen wall, their bodies shattered by the immense impact.

The knights behind them, due to their excessive speed, couldn't brake in time and crashed into their companions in front, causing blood to splatter everywhere and turning countless knights into mincemeat; the scene was utterly gruesome.

As more and more knights collided, the earthen walls couldn't withstand the massive impact and began to crack.

Finally, under the knights' relentless assault, the earthen walls collapsed with a deafening roar.

The knights initially thought that after breaking through the earthen walls, they could advance unhindered and successfully invade the camp, but when they saw the scene before them, a sense of despair instantly washed over them.

Inside the camp, rows of magic cannons had been leveled, their dark muzzles aimed directly at them.

The magic cannons produced by the later empire, after improvements, were not as powerful as those in the upper realm, but the rate of fire was greatly increased.

They were also equipped with chilling fragmentation shells.

Flames erupted from the muzzles, like fiery serpents spewing their breath, as countless magic cannonballs, each the size of an infant's fist, screamed through the air.

These dense fragmentation shells, like messengers of death, accurately landed in the charging knight formation.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" A series of deafening explosions erupted, as the fragmentation shells detonated among the knights, the powerful impact and flying shrapnel instantly throwing them into chaos.

Warhorses neighed, knights screamed, and blood splattered in the air, the originally orderly knight charge formation instantly shattered.

However, the Authrif army's attacks didn't stop there.

Immediately following, a rain of arrows, like locusts, descended from all corners of the camp, whistling as they flew towards the knights who had managed to evade the fragmentation shells.

At the same time, various magical lights flickered in the night sky, fireballs, ice cones, lightning bolts, and other powerful spells rained down, engulfing the knightly order in a sea of magic.

The knightly order suffered heavy losses under this intense barrage.

Many knights didn't even get close to the camp before falling into pools of blood.

But some knights, with unwavering resolve, continued to advance.

However, once they penetrated deeper into the camp, they discovered that it was riddled with traps.

Tripwires were hidden in the grass, tripping the warhorses unexpectedly, causing the knights to fall from their mounts.

Caltrops were scattered on the ground, and when hooves stepped on them, blood flowed instantly, and the warhorses neighed in agony.

Pitfalls were like gaping maws, waiting for the knights to fall in; once they stepped in, it was difficult to escape.

These traps, combined with the Authrif army's firepower, plunged the knightly order into despair.

The four Border Kings of different races stood a little further away, closely watching the changing situation on the battlefield, their originally confident faces now filled with shock.

Each of them opened their mouths wide, their eyes bulging, watching the hellish battlefield, secretly rejoicing.

This time, the knightly orders under their command hadn't been sent to the front lines; otherwise, this tragic scene would probably have befallen them.

"Fortunately, fortunately we didn't go," one Icefield King muttered, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, a trace of fear lingering in his eyes.

"Yes, the Authrif army's defenses and firepower are too terrifying," the Mountain King echoed, his face filled with lingering fear.

The four alien Border Kings exchanged glances, with the expression of enjoying the show on their faces, as if this battle had nothing to do with them.

But in stark contrast to them, the hearts of the ten Border Kings who participated in the war were bleeding.

Everyone knew that it was not easy to train knights.

Each Border King had spent more than ten years, even decades, to put together a ten-thousand-strong knightly order.

These knights were their pride, their trump cards on the battlefield, but now they were suffering heavy casualties under the Authrif army's powerful firepower.

"My knights..." One Border King said with grief and indignation, his eyes reddened, his voice trembling.

"The loss is too great, what should we do?" Another Border King was anxious, wringing his hands incessantly.

At this moment, Prince Olga immediately realized that the situation was not right.

Seeing the knightly order retreating under the enemy's attacks, he knew that if it continued like this, the entire knightly order would be annihilated.

So, he hurriedly issued an order for the knights to retreat, and then ordered the infantry to take their place.

"Infantry, listen to my orders, charge! At all costs, deplete the Authrif army's mages' mana!" Border King Olga shouted hoarsely, a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.

He was planning to use the lives of the infantry to buy them a chance of survival, using the flesh and blood of the infantry to deplete the enemy's magical power.

"So this is a magic cannon! It's truly extraordinary," Border King Olga murmured to himself, his eyes filled with both admiration for the power of the magic cannon and concern for the situation.

Now that the knightly order's attack had been thwarted and suffered heavy losses, he knew that he could no longer blindly attack like this, and he had to find a way to break the situation. And right now, testing the limits of the magic cannon has become the top priority.

He frowned, a hint of determination and decisiveness in his eyes. "I don't believe that magic cannons can fire indefinitely, not to mention whether there is enough magic power, magic cannons cannot work continuously." He repeatedly muttered this sentence in his heart, as if this was the key to reversing the battle.