Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Jennifer's eyes were firm and fiery, filled with a desire for victory and loyalty to Soren.

Jennifer had already reached the peak of the Eighth Order, the threshold of the Saint Realm. With the support of the Crown Prince's personal guard's blood aura, she already possessed the strength to directly confront a Saint Realm expert.

Encouraged by her, the morale of the Royal Guard Knights rose even higher. They coordinated closely, inflicting great casualties on the rebel army.

Emily held a long sword that gleamed with a cold light, its blade adorned with mysterious runes. It was a legendary weapon that Soren had given her after she became a Saint Realm expert.

Her figure was like a silver lightning bolt, darting freely across the battlefield. Wherever she went, the rebel Saint Realm experts retreated.

One rebel Saint Realm expert, confident in his strength, refused to back down. He brandished a heavy hammer in his hand and smashed it fiercely towards Emily.

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The heavy hammer brought with it a whistling wind, and the air seemed to be smashed with visible ripples.

Emily, however, remained calm and composed, a confident smile slightly curving her lips.

She lightly sidestepped, skillfully avoiding the fatal blow. Then, with a twist of her body, her long sword shot out like a serpent, aiming straight for the opponent's vital point.

The rebel Saint Realm expert was shocked and hurriedly raised his heavy hammer to defend himself.

With a deafening crash, the sound of metal colliding was deafening. The powerful impact forced the rebel Saint Realm expert to retreat several steps.

Rebar, seeing his side in a bitter struggle, felt anxious and distracted.

He roared, and a black mist surged around him, with countless wailing spirits faintly visible within the mist.

He wielded a black scythe and rushed madly towards Soren's carriage.

His only goal was to kill Soren. However, as soon as he approached the carriage, he was stopped by Earth Shadow and Water Shadow.

Earth Shadow pressed his hands on the ground, and instantly, hard earthen walls surged up from the ground, blocking Rebar's path.

Water Shadow controlled the surrounding moisture, forming sharp water blades that shot towards Rebar.

Rebar waved his scythe, cutting down the water blades one by one, while desperately attacking the earthen walls. But the earthen walls were extremely sturdy, and he could not break through them for a while.

As the battle continued, the situation on the battlefield became increasingly tense.

Both sides were fighting with all their might, and lives were lost every second.

Although the Eighth Order knights were brave, the long battle gradually made them feel tired, and the consumption of their blood aura made their attacks somewhat sluggish.

The rebel Saint Realm experts were also not faring well. The magic attacks of the court mage group and the charge of the Royal Guard Knights kept them on their toes, and they all suffered some injuries.

Soren stood in that specially made carriage, watching the chaotic and cruel battle outside through the window with cold eyes.

He looked at the rebel Saint Realm experts who were completely trapped in the quagmire of battle, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose, revealing a cruel smile, a smile that seemed to come from the abyss, filled with endless chill.

"It's time to end this," Soren suddenly said softly, his voice not loud, but carrying an unquestionable determination.

As his voice fell, the rear half of the seemingly ordinary carriage suddenly exploded, sending wood chips flying.

In the midst of the billowing smoke and dust, thirty-six Saint Realm undead puppets suddenly emerged like ghosts.

These undead puppets exuded a cold and eerie aura, and their hollow eyes flickered with a ghostly green light, like messengers of death from another world.

Among them, A'Da and A'Er were the most eye-catching.

A'Da was tall and burly, twice the size of an ordinary person. His body seemed to be cast from steel, and every time he swung the huge battle axe in his hand, he could create a gust of wind, as if to tear everything around him apart.

A'Er, on the other hand, was the former Dwarf Sword Saint, short and agile, but now he had been strengthened to the mid-stage of the Saint Realm, and his strength should not be underestimated.

His speed was as fast as lightning, and ordinary Saint Realm experts could not last a few rounds under his unpredictable speed.

A'Er took the lead in launching the attack. His figure instantly disappeared from the spot, and the next second he appeared behind a rebel Saint Realm expert.

A'Da was not to be outdone, he roared and rushed into the enemy formation, wielding the battle axe in his hand with great force.

Each attack could trigger a strong shockwave, shaking the surrounding rebel Saint Realm experts to the ground.

A rebel Saint Realm expert tried to use the shield in his hand to block A'Da's attack, but was directly knocked away by the powerful force, fell heavily to the ground, and spat out blood.

This sudden change caused the rebel Saint Realm experts to panic.

They were already overwhelmed by Soren's heavy defenses and fierce attacks, and at this moment, facing these thirty-six powerful Saint Realm undead puppets, they were somewhat at a loss.

Rebar felt a sense of despair rising in his heart as he watched this scene.

He never expected that Soren would hide such a powerful trump card.

He roared angrily, waving the black scythe in his hand frantically, trying to break a bloody path. However, Earth Shadow and Water Shadow clung to him like maggots on a bone, preventing him from escaping.

"Damn it! Soren, you despicable fellow!" Rebar roared, his eyes full of unwillingness and anger.

Soren stood on the carriage, watching the situation on the battlefield instantly reverse, his heart filled with the pleasure of controlling everything.

He looked coldly at Rebar and said loudly: "Rebar, do you think you can kill me with these people? Today is your death date!"

On the battlefield, Eric, the young Eighth Order knight, saw the flames of hope ignite in his eyes after the Saint Realm undead puppets joined the battle.

He was already exhausted from fighting the rebel Saint Realm experts, but at this moment, he cheered up again, wielding the long sword in his hand even more powerfully.

He rode the sturdy black horse, like a black lightning bolt, shuttling back and forth in the enemy formation.

"For His Majesty the Emperor, for the Empire!" Eric shouted loudly, his voice full of passion and fighting spirit.

He seized an opportunity and suddenly rushed towards a rebel Saint Realm expert who was fighting A'Da.

The rebel Saint Realm expert was fully defending A'Da's attack, and had no time to take care of Eric.

Eric took the opportunity to stab out with his sword, directly piercing the opponent's chest.

The rebel Saint Realm expert widened his eyes, a look of disbelief on his face, and then slowly fell down.

Jennifer was also fighting bravely on the battlefield, her spear like a nimble viper, each thrust accurately hitting the enemy.

She led the Royal Guard Knights, working closely with the Saint Realm undead puppets, gradually pushing the rebel Saint Realm experts to the brink of despair.

"Brothers, put in more effort, victory is in sight!" Jennifer shouted loudly, encouraging the morale of the knights around her.

The knights of the Royal Guard Knights shouted in unison, their eyes shining with firm light, like a group of fearless warriors.