Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

The shrill sound of the bugle echoed across the wilderness, instantly igniting the smoke of battle.

The rebels, like a surging black tide, madly rushed towards the four areas of the Normandy Defense Line.

In the first area, the main attack was led by the rebels under the command of the Border King of Moltan.

Riding a black steed, he brandished the longsword in his hand, shouting slogans loudly, and inspiring the morale of the soldiers.

His troops were mainly infantry, with dense spears like a forest, charging towards the third area of the Normandy Defense Line.

On the outermost city wall of the Normandy Defense Line, the imperial guards were on full alert, archers pulled their bowstrings to the maximum, and sharp arrows rained down on the rebels.

For a time, shouts of killing, screams, and the clash of weapons intertwined, deafeningly loud.

In the second area, the rebels sent out an elite cavalry unit.

Seeing this, the imperial guards quickly rotated the magic導炮, adjusting its angle.

With an order, the magic導炮 emitted a dazzling light, and a powerful magic beam instantly struck the charging cavalry in front.

The enormous impact overturned them, men and horses together, and the fire of the explosion illuminated half the sky.

However, the rebels did not retreat, they still charged towards the defense line one after another.

In the third area, the rebels adopted tunnel warfare tactics.

Under the cover of night, they secretly dug tunnels, attempting to infiltrate the interior of the defense line from underground.

However, the imperial guards were prepared, and they detected the rebels' tunnels through special detection magic.

The guards quickly organized their forces and set up traps at the exits of the tunnels.

When the rebel soldiers emerged from the tunnels, they were greeted by a sky full of rolling stones and hot oil.

Screams came from the tunnels, and the rebels' tunnel warfare tactics were declared a failure.

In the fourth area, the rebels concentrated a large number of catapults to launch a long-range attack on the defense line.

Huge stones rained down on the city wall, and the fortifications on the city wall were riddled with holes.

The imperial guards used the ballistae on the city wall to counterattack, and the giant crossbow bolts fired from the ballistae, with a whistling sound, shot towards the rebels' catapults.

The two sides fought back and forth, refusing to give in to each other, and the battlefield was filled with smoke and flames.

Inside the camp, the atmosphere was so oppressive that people could hardly breathe, the candlelight flickered in the wind, reflecting the different faces of the eighteen border kings.

The Border King of Moltan stood in front of the huge sand table, his figure stretched very long, appearing particularly heavy.

"This battle is much more difficult than expected," the Border King of Guwentel couldn't help but say, his voice full of anxiety, "Tens of thousands of soldiers have been lost on the first day. If this continues, our family fortune will be exhausted."

Everyone nodded in agreement, their expressions solemn.

The Border King of Moltan frowned slightly, his gaze swept over everyone, and he said in a deep voice: "After the first day of probing, the strength of the defenders is unfathomable. We can't even figure out their exact number. We only know that if we attack forcefully, the casualties will be at least twenty times that of the enemy, and that's assuming they don't come up with new weapons."

There was an uproar in the camp, some people gasped, and some cursed in a low voice.

"Then what about using the transcendent army?" the Border King of Anjis asked eagerly, "Our transcendents are all elites. If they can tear open a gap—"

The Border King of Moltan sneered and interrupted him: "Easier said than done? Today I noticed that as soon as our transcendents show their faces, the defending officers are like sharks smelling blood, immediately mobilizing their forces to target them. No matter how strong our transcendents are, they can't withstand their focused fire. Moreover, we have no idea how many Saint-level experts they have hidden."

As soon as these words came out, the camp instantly fell silent, and everyone looked at each other, at a loss for what to do.

"Then are we just going to let it go?" someone muttered unwillingly.

"Of course not." The Border King of Moltan's gaze fell back on the sand table, pointing to several key locations and saying, "A strong attack is definitely not feasible, but these key locations have relatively weak defenses. We can accompany the attack with other areas, and concentrate our forces to raid here. In addition, we have to find a way to figure out the distribution of their transcendents and Saint-level experts, and then deploy a targeted strategy."

Everyone gathered around, carefully looking at the sand table, their expressions gradually becoming solemn.

They knew in their hearts that this battle was far from as simple as they had imagined. Every step they took next was a matter of life and death. A slight carelessness would lead to utter destruction.

Inside the palace, the lights were brightly lit. Soren had just finished a tense war meeting and dragged his tired body back to the palace.

The night was deep, and the moonlight sprinkled like water on the glazed tiles of the palace, reflecting a clear and cold light.

Soren walked into the Saint Emblem Palace, and before he could recover, a graceful figure darted out of the darkness like a black lightning bolt.

"Your Majesty! I have lived up to your expectations." Emily's voice was clear and excited, her eyes shining like the brightest stars in the night sky.

Soren nodded slightly, and when he saw that it was Emily, a gratified smile instantly appeared on his face.

He opened his arms, and Emily threw herself into his arms without hesitation.

The two embraced tightly, as if the whole world was left with only each other.

Afterwards, Soren's lips slowly covered Emily's lips again. This kiss was full of longing, joy, and expectations for the future.

"That's good. I'm planning to personally lead the expedition tomorrow. You will also go on the expedition with me!" Soren released Emily, his eyes firm as he spoke.

Emily's eyes suddenly lit up like two glittering gems. She had long been bored in the palace, and every day she faced tedious court etiquette and those scheming courtiers.

Now that she heard that Soren was going to take her on the expedition, the joy in her heart was simply indescribable. She could finally leave this cage-like place.

"That's great, Your Majesty. I can't wait any longer," Emily said excitedly, her face beaming with a bright smile.

Soren looked at Emily's excited appearance and couldn't help but smile.

He gently snapped his fingers, and only a slight sound was heard. The undead puppets hidden in the Saint Emblem Palace appeared at the same time.

These puppets were all tall and exuded a cold aura. There were as many as thirty of them.

"These are all transformed from the Saint-level experts of the families of the labyrinth managers stationed in various provinces of the capital," Soren explained, a hint of pride in his eyes.

"Among them, the two strongest have reached the mid-stage of the Saint-level. With their help, our chances of winning this expedition will be even greater."

Emily looked at these undead puppets, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she nodded. "Your Majesty is wise. With these powerful aids, we will surely win a great victory."

Soren nodded slightly, his eyes looking into the distance, as if he had already seen the smoke of gunpowder on the battlefield.

"Tomorrow, we will set off and let those rebels know that the dignity of the empire is inviolable." His voice was low and powerful, full of confidence and determination.