Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

The inside of the command tent fell into a deathly silence. Everyone was stumped by the question, and no one dared to answer rashly. The desert alien race's Saint-level expert was taken aback by the question, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his originally firm eyes.

He opened his mouth, but found his throat as if something was stuck in it, and he couldn't speak for a moment.

After a long time, the Saint-level expert of the Icefield alien race slowly stood up. His body trembled slightly, not knowing whether it was because of anger or fear.

"If we lose—if we lose, we will all die without a burial place!" The voice of the Icefield alien race's Saint-level expert carried a trace of trembling, but also revealed a desperate determination, "But if we don't fight, are we just going to sit and wait for death?"

Everyone who heard this felt a chill in their hearts.

Although the words of the Icefield alien race's Saint-level expert were cruel, they also revealed their current predicament.

If they didn't fight, they could only watch as the imperial army gradually nibbled away at them, eventually leading to their demise.

"But if we do fight, what are our chances of winning?" A border king murmured in a low voice, his voice full of despair.

His eyes stared blankly at the corner of the tent, as if he had already seen the ending of failure.

"No matter what the odds are, it's better than waiting for death!" The desert alien race's Saint-level expert said, gritting his teeth, "We still have millions of troops, plus us Saint-level experts, maybe we can fight a bloody path!"

"Hmph, millions of troops? Morale is low, and the army's morale is unstable. How much use can they be?" The Guwenert border king snorted coldly, and said disdainfully, "Moreover, our Saint-level experts are already few and far between. What can we use to fight the empire?"

"We still have faith!" The desert alien race's Saint-level expert retorted loudly, "As long as we are united and determined to die, there is nothing we can't do!"

The people in the tent couldn't help but feel a surge of enthusiasm when they heard this.

At this critical moment of life and death, they seemed to have regained a trace of fighting spirit. However, this trace of fighting spirit seemed so fragile in the face of cruel reality.

"Okay, let's give it a shot!" A border king slammed the table and stood up, his eyes rekindling with hope, "At worst, we'll die. It's better than living a useless life!"

"Yes, let's fight!" The other border kings also responded, and the atmosphere in the tent suddenly became heated.

Although they all knew that the chances of winning this battle were slim, at this moment, they had no other choice.

So, on this night full of despair and hope, the rebels made their final decision.

They would go all out tomorrow and engage in a life-and-death battle with the imperial army.

No matter what the outcome, they would fight for their own destiny one last time.

Late at night, everything was silent, and only the occasional footsteps of patrolling soldiers could be heard in the distance.

The other seven border kings, like ghosts, secretly came to the command tent of the Orga border king under the cover of night.

In order to avoid the unpredictable assassinations by the empire's Saint-level experts, these border kings had long dared not live in the king's tents that displayed their status, and could only hide in the ordinary soldiers' tents.

The small tent was immediately very crowded when so many people squeezed in at once.

Everyone stood shoulder to shoulder and back to back, making it difficult to even turn around.

A tense and oppressive atmosphere filled the air, and everyone's faces were filled with worry and vigilance.

"Your Majesty Orga, is what you said possible?" The Guwenert border king took the lead in breaking the silence. His voice was extremely low, revealing an undisguised tension.

In the dim light, his eyes were fixed on the Orga border king, as if trying to find the answer in the other's eyes.

"That's natural!" The Orga border king slightly raised his head, with a righteous and stern expression, "After all, we are all legitimate members of the royal family, flowing with the noble blood of the royal family. How can we collude with those alien border kings? They are just a rabble who betrayed for profit, while we have our own mission and responsibility."

"But we are now tied together with them, how easy is it to get away?" A border king frowned and said worriedly.

His fingers unconsciously gestured in front of him, as if looking for a way to escape.

"That's right, the imperial army won't care whether we are members of the royal family or not. As long as we participate in the rebellion, there is only one way to die," another border king echoed, his face full of helplessness and despair.

Gradually, more and more border kings nodded, expressing their willingness to follow the Orga border king's arrangements.

Although they knew that this plan was full of risks, in this desperate situation, this seemed to be the only life-saving straw they could grasp.

Early the next morning, as the faint light of dawn just sprinkled on the earth, the Normandy defense line was once again shrouded in the clouds of war.

This time, the rebels, like gamblers who had lost their minds, pressed on with almost all their forces, trying to make a final struggle.

The sound of the horn rang shrilly in the rebel camp, and hundreds of thousands of troops rushed towards the Normandy defense line like a surging tide.

Soren stood on the city wall of the Normandy defense line, watching the movements of the rebels with a solemn expression.

The generals beside him were also on standby, their eyes filled with vigilance and determination.

"Your Majesty, the rebels are coming fiercely this time. How should we respond?" Countess Fiana looked at the rebels like ants under the city, her brows slightly furrowed.

Soren narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's: "Don't panic, follow the previous deployment, focus on defense first, and consume the rebels' vigor. When they reveal a flaw, give them a fatal blow."

As the rebels approached, the garrison of the Normandy defense line entered a state of combat.

Archers quickly climbed the city wall, placing arrows on their bowstrings, ready to fire.

Magic cannons were also ready, and the dark muzzles were aimed at the rebel camp.