Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Princess Merilyn hovered in the air, enduring the massive drain on her magical power as she strained to cast spells, providing support to her side.

Beams of powerful magic flashed continuously across the battlefield, striking fear into the hearts of the rebel army.

The Earth Shadow and Water Shadow were not idle either, working in perfect harmony to intercept the rebel Saint-ranked powerhouses attempting to flee.

The Earth Shadow manipulated the earth, turning the ground into a prison for the rebel army.

The Water Shadow, on the other hand, used sharp water blades to deliver fatal blows to the enemy.

As for the alien border kings, they were all trapped by Alonso and the undead puppets. These alien Saint-ranked powerhouses must die, for without their deaths, the empire would never have peace.

Sauron walked step by step towards Lebar, who was lying on the ground, on the verge of death.

He looked at this once arrogant traitor, with no pity in his eyes.

"Lebar, you plotted to harm the late Elizabeth and Empress Dowager Elena, and today is your day of reckoning." Sauron said, slowly raising the long sword in his hand, the tip pointing directly at Lebar's heart.

Lebar closed his eyes in despair, awaiting the arrival of death.

He knew that all his struggles were in vain. Facing the Saint-ranked powerhouse Sauron, he had no power to resist.

Just as Sauron's sword was about to strike, Lebar suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of madness flashing within. "Sauron, don't be so smug. Even if I die, you won't have it easy!" he shouted hoarsely, and then, his body suddenly began to swell, a powerful and evil aura emanating from within.

Sauron was shocked, realizing immediately that Lebar was about to self-destruct.

Without hesitation, he retreated instantly, shouting loudly, "Everyone, retreat immediately!"

Upon hearing Sauron's call, the Royal Guard Knights, the eighth-tier knights, and the members of the Court Mage Corps quickly retreated. However, Lebar's self-destruction came too quickly.

"Boom!"

With an earth-shattering roar, Lebar's body turned into a huge fireball, and a powerful shockwave spread wildly in all directions.

The surrounding ground was overturned, trees were uprooted, and the air was filled with a thick smell of gunpowder and blood.

Sauron stood in the distance, his face solemn.

Although he barely withstood the shockwave with the strength of a Saint-ranked powerhouse, he was still somewhat afraid.

He knew that if he hadn't reacted in time, even if they won the battle, his side would have suffered even greater losses.

As the aftermath of the explosion gradually subsided, the air was filled with a pungent smell of gunpowder and a strong smell of blood. The entire battlefield was like a living hell, the scorched earth covered with broken limbs and broken weapons.

Sauron turned to look at the other side of the battlefield, where twenty alien Saint-ranked powerhouses were trapped in an encirclement woven from magic and martial power, struggling desperately.

The four alien border kings originally had a glimmer of hope, but when they saw Sauron leading the remaining Saint-ranked powerhouses and undead puppets, striding forward like an unstoppable torrent of steel, their faces instantly turned as pale as paper.

In their eyes, fear spread like a tide, and their bodies trembled slightly with despair.

Alonso saw that Sauron had dealt with Lebar, and his face was filled with irrepressible excitement. He couldn't help laughing wildly, the laughter sounding particularly abrupt on the silent battlefield: "I've waited too long for this day, Sauron,

Leave the Mountain King to me!"

Alonso's eyes gleamed with fanaticism as he stared at the Mountain King, like a hungry beast finally seeing its prey.

Sauron nodded slightly, a cold smile appearing on the corner of his lips: "Okay, the Mountain King is yours. Remember,

Don't let him die too easily."

His voice was low and cold, like the cold wind in the cold night, making people shudder.

As he spoke, the group had already arrived at the alien Saint-ranked powerhouses' encirclement.

Sauron exuded the powerful aura unique to Saint-ranked powerhouses, and he took a step forward. This seemingly simple step made the surrounding air tremble.

"No, no alien Saint-ranked powerhouse can die too easily. I will say one more sentence today, those who are not of our race must have different hearts. All aliens must be killed!"

Sauron's voice echoed across the battlefield, each word hitting the hearts of the alien Saint-ranked powerhouses like a heavy hammer.

The Icefield King gritted his teeth, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes: "Fight them!" As he spoke, he took the lead, his body overflowing with cold air, instantly condensing a thick layer of ice around him, sweeping towards Sauron and the others.

Sauron snorted coldly, and with a light wave of the long sword in his hand, a sword aura roared out, instantly shattering the ice layer. "You think you can resist with just that?"

Sauron's eyes were full of disdain.

At the same time, Alonso rushed towards the Mountain King like a bolt of black lightning.

The staff in his hand flickered with a strange light, and he chanted incantations, shooting beams of black magic towards the Mountain King.

The Mountain King did not dare to be careless, and quickly waved the giant axe in his hand to resist. "Alonso, don't think you can defeat me easily!" The Mountain King roared, his voice with a hint of unwillingness.

The two instantly fought together, magic light and sparks from weapon collisions flashing continuously.

Alonso's magic was strange and unpredictable, while the Mountain King relied on his powerful strength and rich combat experience to struggle to support himself.

On the other side, Jennifer led the Royal Guard Knights and engaged in a fierce battle with the other alien Saint-ranked powerhouses.

The knights' lances shone with a cold light in the sun, and they cooperated closely, as brave and fearless as tigers descending the mountain.

Emily wielded a rune longsword, her figure agile, weaving freely through the enemy ranks.

Each of her attacks could injure an alien Saint-ranked powerhouse.

Those alien Saint-ranked powerhouses gradually showed signs of defeat under her attacks.

The Earth Shadow and Water Shadow were not idle either, joining forces to cast spells, trapping several alien Saint-ranked powerhouses who were trying to escape.

The Earth Shadow manipulated the earth, turning the ground into a swamp, trapping the enemy in it;

The Water Shadow used sharp water blades to constantly attack the enemy.

Sauron stood in the center of the battlefield, his eyes sweeping across the entire battle situation.

His eyes were calm and sharp, ready to deliver a fatal blow to those alien Saint-ranked powerhouses who tried to resist.

Under his powerful pressure, the resistance of the alien Saint-ranked powerhouses became weaker and weaker.

As time passed, the situation on the battlefield became increasingly one-sided. The number of alien Saint-ranked powerhouses became less and less, and their physical strength and magic power were constantly being consumed. Finally, the Icefield King, under Sauron's powerful attack,

collapsed to the ground, the breath of life quickly dissipating.

Seeing the Icefield King die in battle, the psychological defenses of the other alien Saint-ranked powerhouses completely collapsed.