Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

“So, Soren is already this powerful? He can even make a Saint-level female expert willingly offer herself,” Jennifer muttered to herself, her tone laced with disbelief.

In her understanding, Saint-level experts were always proud and aloof, rarely bowing to others, let alone willingly submitting themselves.

Yet now, this Emily seemed to have an extraordinary relationship with Soren.

She couldn't help but wonder what means Soren had used to make such a powerful Saint-level female expert willingly stay by his side.

Was it his imperial majesty, or his unique charm?

Or perhaps, were there some unknown secrets behind it all?

A strange sense of crisis welled up in Jennifer's heart. In this palace, the struggle for power was omnipresent, and every subtle change could trigger huge waves.

This suddenly appearing Emily might become a formidable opponent in her future.

Thinking of this, she clenched her fist, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes.

No matter what, she couldn't easily admit defeat. She had to guard her position in this complex situation and also protect her feelings for Soren.

She took a deep breath, straightened her uniform, and turned to stride towards her own camp.

Soren's conspicuous march with his troops naturally couldn't escape the notice of those who were interested.

Moreover, Imperial Consort Nina, after overcoming numerous difficulties, successfully conveyed the news of Soren's personal expedition to Rebar.

Imperial Consort Nina's expression was solemn, her tone filled with anxiety and urgency as she said to Rebar: "Rebar,

This is your last chance. This time, Soren is not only leading the expedition himself, but also carrying more than two hundred magic cannons.

Just think, once these magic cannons are deployed to the Normandy Line, what a heavy price you will have to pay!"

Rebar, whose brows were furrowed due to his inability to find a way to break through the Normandy Line, instantly perked up upon hearing this.

A flash of ruthlessness and determination appeared in his eyes as he thought to himself:

As Imperial Consort Nina said, if these two hundred magic cannons were allowed to enter the Normandy Line, the price they would have to pay would be even greater, perhaps even making them unable to win. If they could find a way to eliminate Soren, the empire would surely fall into chaos.

At that time, the princes would inevitably fight openly and secretly for the throne, and the central provinces would also fall into chaos.

In this way, the situation would develop in a direction favorable to him, perhaps finding an opportunity to break through the current predicament.

"Do you know the number of Saint-level experts accompanying him?" Rebar's voice was low and urgent, his eyes slightly narrowed, revealing a hint of tension and worry.

At this moment, they were plotting an action against Soren, and the number of enemy Saint-level experts was undoubtedly a key factor.

Imperial Consort Nina nodded solemnly. She knew the importance of this information, and all of this was passed on to her by Princess Wenna at great risk.

"The Imperial Mage Corps has six Saint-level mages, including Alonso and Grand Princess Meilin," she said slowly, each word seeming to carry a heavy weight.

Rebar couldn't help but twitch his lips when he heard this number.

He knew the power of the Imperial Mage Corps. Six Saint-level mages, once allowed to cast spells on the battlefield, their power would be unimaginable, and their side would inevitably suffer a devastating blow.

That powerful magical force was enough to change the battle and turn their plans into bubbles in an instant.

Imperial Consort Nina continued, her voice tinged with fear: "The Shadow Guards and Cabrones are all mobilized, with an initial estimate of six Saint-level experts, plus the Saint-level experts secretly cultivated by Soren, the total number is around eighteen."

When she said this number, her body trembled slightly. When she first received the news, she herself was shocked speechless.

She couldn't help but think of the hastily launched coup. Now it seemed that failure was already doomed.

With such a large number of Saint-level experts, Soren's strength far exceeded her imagination, and it was no wonder the coup was so easily suppressed.

A wave of regret welled up in her heart, but at the same time, she became more determined to seek revenge. Even in the face of such a powerful opponent, she would never back down.

Rebar was silent for a long time after listening.

This action would be extremely difficult, almost tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

But the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. They had no way back.

"We must think of a way to weaken the power of their Saint-level experts first, otherwise, we have no chance of winning," he finally said, his tone tinged with determination.

Imperial Consort Nina bit her lip, a hint of ferocity flashing in her eyes: "That's right, no matter what the cost, we must make Soren pay for what he has done."

When Rebar announced the news that Soren was personally leading the expedition and bringing magic cannons to the Normandy Line, the entire conference room instantly exploded, and everyone was shocked.

"This is impossible!" The Icefield King jumped up first, his face full of disbelief, and shouted loudly.

The Icefield Clan had always been known for their strength. They had spent nearly a hundred years painstakingly accumulating their strength, and they only barely had eight Saint-level experts.

Originally, the reason why they joined the Eighteen Route Rebels was because they realized that the number of Saint-level experts in their clan

did not have an advantage among the many border kings, so they wanted to use the power between the human races to consume each other and reap the benefits.

But now, the number of Saint-level experts displayed by the central provinces alone was so astonishing, which made them feel a sense of despair.

With such a huge gap in strength, they really couldn't figure out how to fight this battle, as if they were caught in a dead end from the beginning.

"How can we fight this battle? Are we just going to give up like this?" A border king said with a bitter face, his eyes full of confusion and helplessness.

"We can't give up!" Another border king clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth, "We have already come this far, there is no turning back. Perhaps, we can think of other ways—"

However, everyone knew in their hearts that in the face of such a powerful opponent, the so-called methods were just seeking a glimmer of hope in desperation.

But even so, they were not willing to admit defeat, after all, they had already paid too much for this rebellion.