Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

The two sides argued heatedly, each sticking to their own opinion, unable to convince the other.

Originally, Olga, the border king, was temporarily chosen as the commander. With the deaths of the four alien border kings, he was now the de facto commander.

However, as he sat in the main seat, his brow furrowed, listening to the generals' arguments, his mind raced with calculations.

Whatever decision he made would affect the life and death of this rebel army.

On the Normandy defense line, Soren stood on the city wall, watching the chaos in the rebel camp, a satisfied smile on his lips.

"This is just the beginning. Their end is not far off," he said softly, his voice filled with unquestionable confidence.

Countess Fiana stood beside him, her eyes full of admiration: "Your Majesty is wise. This move has indeed worked. The rebel army is now in great disarray, making it a good time for us to attack."

Soren shook his head slightly: "Don't rush. Let them be chaotic for a while. We must wait for them to reveal their flaws before we defeat them in one fell swoop. Send orders to the whole army to strengthen their defenses, pay close attention to the rebels' movements, and no one is allowed to attack without my order."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Countess Fiana accepted the order and quickly conveyed Soren's orders to every soldier.

Inside the rebel camp, the argument continued from day to night, and they still couldn't reach an agreement.

Some advocated a strong attack, an eye for an eye, to avenge the dead leaders.

Others insisted on defending, waiting for the opportunity, and avoiding rash actions that could lead to greater losses.

"Now that the rebel army's morale is in chaos, tonight is the most suitable time to raid the camp," he said in a low but powerful voice, breaking the surrounding silence.

As soon as he said this, the generals beside him looked at each other, their eyes full of doubt.

Most of them followed conventional warfare and rarely carried out night raids, and for a moment they didn't understand what His Majesty meant by "raiding the camp."

Soren frowned slightly, glanced at the crowd, and patiently explained: "Let all the melee Holy Stage experts follow me to raid the rebel camp late at night. Remember, our primary task is not to kill the enemy on a large scale, but to create chaos. After I successfully raid the camp, the mage group and Holy Stage mages will carry out long-range fire magic strikes on the rebels, using only fire magic, not to kill the enemy, but to burn down the enemy's camp. Once the camp catches fire, the rebels will inevitably be in chaos. At that time, Countess Fiana, whether to launch a full-scale attack or not, is up to you to decide based on the battle situation."

Jennifer's eyes flashed with excitement, and she took the lead in expressing her position: "Your Majesty's plan is brilliant. I am willing to lead the Holy Stage experts of the Royal Guard Knights to raid with Your Majesty."

Shadow also nodded in agreement: "There are also many melee experts in the Shadow Guard. I will definitely select elites to fully assist Your Majesty."

Alonso stroked his beard and said after a moment of contemplation: "The Court Mage Group will definitely prepare powerful fire magic, just waiting for Your Majesty's order to let the rebels taste the power of flames."

The other generals also expressed their willingness to follow Soren's command and participate in this night raid.

Soren nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, in that case, everyone go back and prepare. Remember, the action must be secretive and not startle the enemy."

This time, no one would stop Soren from taking risks. This battle will involve thirty Holy Stage experts and thirty undead puppets. Even if the sneak attack fails, such a lineup is enough to cover the Emperor's escape.

The night grew deeper, like a huge black curtain, shrouding the entire battlefield.

Soren led a group of melee Holy Stage experts and ten thousand elite Royal Guard Knights, like a group of silent ghosts, quietly passing through the silent wilderness, approaching the rebel camp.

Their figures were faintly visible in the darkness, their footsteps light and firm, without making a sound.

When they arrived near the rebel camp, Soren raised his hand slightly, signaling everyone to stop.

He carefully observed the situation in the camp, only to see that the patrolling soldiers were walking weakly and their eyes were scattered, obviously exhausted by the daytime arguments and chaos.

"Now is the time, attack!" Soren ordered in a low voice, his voice small but filled with unquestionable majesty.

Everyone instantly rushed into the rebel camp like arrows leaving the string.

Soren took the lead, the Infinity Blade in his hand flashing with cold light. Every time he swung it, he could hear the enemy's screams.

His figure moved freely through the enemy ranks. Wherever he went, the enemies fell one after another, as quickly as cutting wheat.

Jennifer led the Royal Guard Knights, forming a tight battle formation, and charged towards the rebel's central army tent.

Their spears were like rows of sharp blades, shining with deadly light in the darkness. Wherever they went, the rebel soldiers gave way.

Emily and Shadow led the Shadow Guards, wandering around the camp like ghosts, specializing in attacking those isolated rebel generals and soldiers in key positions.

Their actions were swift and decisive. Every time they struck, they could accurately eliminate a target, causing the rebel's command system to fall into chaos.

For a time, shouts of killing rose everywhere in the rebel camp, and the fire soared into the sky.

The soldiers woke up from their sleep in panic, picked up their weapons in a hurry, but found that they didn't know where the enemy came from, and they didn't know where to fight back.

The entire camp fell into chaos, like a hornet's nest that had been poked.

On the walls of the Normandy defense line, Alonso and Princess Merilyn led the Court Mage Group and had been waiting in full battle array.

Red magical light shone in their hands, and the air was filled with hot magical elements.

When they saw that Soren's raid was successful, Alonso shouted loudly: "Fire!"

Instantly, huge fireballs streaked across the night sky like meteors, flying towards the rebel camp.

The fireballs landed on tents and grain piles, instantly igniting a raging fire.

The fire spread rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, the entire rebel camp was shrouded in a sea of fire.

The rebel soldiers completely lost their will to resist under the fire and the enemy's attack.

They fled everywhere, trampling on each other, and the scene was chaotic.

Soren and the others took advantage of the victory to pursue and relentlessly slaughtered the rebels in the chaos.

This night raid, under Soren's careful planning, was steadily advancing in the direction of victory.

Soren was killing to his heart's content. As the long sword in his hand waved, the rebel soldiers fell one after another. His figure was like a god of war descending in the fire and shouts of killing.

But at this moment, the situation suddenly changed. The originally dark night sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and large raindrops poured down.

Soren was shocked, raised his head and looked intently, only to see that the rebel mage group was chanting spells at the rear of the camp, and it was they who were casting the Raindrop Spell to put out the fire.