Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

This scene was, unsurprisingly, witnessed by the rebel army lurking outside the fortress, waiting for an opportunity.

They were like a pack of hungry wolves hiding in the dark, ready to pounce on their prey at any moment.

The rebel knight order was the first to notice the disturbance at the fortress. Relying on their keen battle intuition and high level of alertness, they quickly reacted.

Warhorses neighed, and the knights gripped their lances, adjusting their formation, ready to meet the coming impact.

Immediately afterward, the cavalry and infantry also reacted, quickening their pace and rushing toward the city gate, preparing to attack the city under the cover of the knight order, engaging in a life-or-death contest.

In an instant, the atmosphere outside the city became extremely tense. The shouts of battle had not yet begun, but the drawn-bow-and-strung-arrow tension seemed to have frozen the very air.

As a powerful and stirring bugle call pierced the sky, the gates of the Wendells Fortress slowly opened. The heavy gates, driven by mechanisms, emitted a deep and powerful sound, as if a sleeping giant was opening its bloody maw.

Twenty thousand Royal Guard knights had already assembled inside the city gate, like an arrow ready to be loosed.

The warhorses beneath them were tall and robust, their manes fluttering in the wind. Their hooves pawed restlessly at the ground, as if sensing the tense atmosphere of the impending battle, snorting from time to time, their hot breath instantly turning into puffs of white mist in the cold air.

The knights were all upright and imposing, clad in ornate and sturdy full-body armor. The armor was meticulously engraved with the empire's emblems and symbols of honor, shimmering with a cold metallic luster under the sunlight, as if telling the story of the empire's glorious history and the knights' valiant fearlessness.

They wore helmets of imposing design, revealing only pairs of firm and bright eyes, revealing their desire for victory and their loyalty to the empire.

Each knight tightly gripped a sharp lance, the tip of the spear gleaming coldly in the sunlight,

like the fangs of death, eager to drink the blood of the enemy.

They also carried a longsword on their saddles for close combat, the leather wrapped around the hilt soaked with sweat, revealing the knights' complex emotions of tension and excitement.

As the city gate fully opened, Mentas raised his sword high and shouted, "For the empire, for glory, charge! Knight skill: Glorious Charge!"

His voice resounded like a bell, instantly igniting the blood in the knights' hearts.

In an instant, the earth began to tremble violently, and the two Royal Guard knight orders surged out like a raging torrent of steel.

The sound of hooves was deafening, the orderly and powerful rhythm like a stirring war song, playing the empire's majesty and power.

Their formation was tight and orderly, like an indestructible blade, thrusting straight into the heart of the rebel army.

The flag bearer at the front vigorously waved the banner of the Royal Guard knight order, the golden lion embroidered on the flag fluttering in the wind, like a symbol of the empire's glory and majesty, bearing countless glorious victories and heroic legends.

The banner led the knights forward, their figures appearing particularly majestic and magnificent in the flying dust, as if they were war gods descending from the sky, about to deliver a fatal blow to the rebel army.

As the knight order charged, the dust on the ground was kicked up high, forming a rolling cloud of yellow smoke, enveloping them from behind, like a haze of war, foreshadowing the coming brutal battle.

At this moment, the air was filled with tension and a murderous aura. Both sides' soldiers were on edge. A life-or-death contest was about to unfold. The Royal Guard knight order's exit from the city undoubtedly became the most shocking opening scene of this war.

When the rebel knight order saw the Royal Guard knight order surge out of the fortress like a raging tide, their reaction was like a stone hitting a calm lake, instantly rippling outwards.

The rebel knights in the front row subconsciously tightened their reins, causing their warhorses to paw the ground restlessly, neighing in bursts.

The fire of fanaticism and greed that had been burning in their eyes seemed to have been doused with cold water in that instant, dimming for a moment.

Some of the younger rebel knights showed obvious surprise on their faces, their mouths slightly open, seemingly unable to believe that the legendary first knight order of the empire had truly appeared before them. The orderly formation, the cold and gleaming weapons, and the powerful aura emanating from the knights all filled them with fear.

And those more experienced rebel knights, although trying their best to hide it, still revealed a hint of imperceptible fear in their eyes.

After all, they were also knights who had been through many battles. The blood of rebels flowed in their bodies, making them unwilling to be frightened away like this.

Soon, the commanders of the rebel knight order began to shout loudly, trying to boost morale again.

They used impassioned words to remind the knights of the purpose of this rebellion and the benefits they sought, gradually stabilizing the wavering morale.

With shouts and roars, the rebel knights readjusted their state, their eyes once again filled with determination and ferocity.

Although they were still afraid of the Royal Guard knight order, they were now driven by a fanatical desire for battle, ready to charge toward the enemy in front of them at all costs, using the weapons in their hands to defend their so-called "ideals", and engage in a life-and-death contest with the renowned Royal Guard knight order, even if the road ahead was full of thorns and death, they would never back down.

Buffett sat on his tall and sturdy warhorse, his posture as upright as a pine tree. His exquisite and sturdy armor shone with a cold metallic luster in the sunlight. The eyes under his helmet keenly captured the fleeting timidity in the eyes of the rebel knight order, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a mocking smile.

In his opinion, these rebels were nothing more than a rabble, daring to openly challenge the empire's majesty, simply overestimating themselves.

"Knight skill: Swift Assault!" Buffett suddenly raised the riding crop in his hand and shouted with all his strength, his voice like rolling thunder, echoing on the battlefield, instantly igniting the Royal Guard knight order's fighting spirit.

In an instant, the warhorse beneath him seemed to understand its master's command, its muscles tensed, and its four hooves suddenly exerted force,

instantly increasing its already lightning-fast speed by a large margin, turning into a black lightning bolt and rushing straight towards the rebel knight order.