Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

The atmosphere on the battlefield instantly reached a climax. The wind howled past ears, causing clothes to flutter. The Royal Guard Knights closely followed Buffett, their formation like a hawk about to capture its prey, tight and deadly.

The sound of hooves was like the rumble of war drums, shaking the earth. The dust that rose blotted out the sky, like the haze of war, foreshadowing the bloody slaughter to come.

The rebel knights, already intimidated by the Royal Guard Knights' reputation, panicked even more when they saw the enemy's speed suddenly increase.

They had not anticipated that the enemy would use such fierce knightly skills at this crucial moment, five or six seconds faster than they had expected.

These short five or six seconds were like a chasm between life and death on the battlefield, leaving them completely passive.

Before the rebel knights could take effective countermeasures, the two knight orders collided fiercely like a surging tide.

Instantly, the sounds of metal clashing, warhorses neighing, and soldiers' screams intertwined, echoing through the clouds.

Because they were not fully prepared, the rebel knights were immediately thrown into chaos by this fierce charge. Many knights were directly knocked away by the powerful impact, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting blood, and their lives hanging in the balance.

Their warhorses also fled in terror, scattering the already chaotic formation even further.

The Royal Guard Knights, taking advantage of the momentum of this charge, were like tigers entering a flock of sheep, their lances dancing up and down, mercilessly reaping the lives of the rebels.

Each thrust of the lance was accompanied by a splash of blood, as if Death was dancing on the battlefield.

When the two knight orders brushed past each other like surging torrents of steel, a tragic scene unfolded on the battlefield. The rebel knights had lost more than half their forces. The originally neat ranks were now scattered, and the ground was littered with the corpses of soldiers and warhorses. Fresh blood soaked the dry earth, and a strong bloody smell permeated the air.

Rien, the leader of the rebel knights, was pale as paper, his eyes filled with despair and unwillingness.

In the instant the two sides met, Mentas, with lightning speed, accurately thrust his lance into Rien's chest.

The sharp tip of the spear easily pierced his armor, creating a shocking hole in his chest. Fresh blood spurted out instantly, dyeing his robe red.

Now, Rien felt his life slowly fading away with the gushing blood. His body grew colder and colder, and his consciousness gradually blurred, leaving only a last breath to linger.

"Holy Knight, it's over!" Rien squeezed these words from between his teeth with his last bit of strength, his voice weak but full of endless despair.

As soon as he finished speaking, his body could no longer support itself, and he fell backward.

The warhorse, having lost its master's control and frightened by the bloody atmosphere and shouts of battle, neighed and ran wildly, its hooves ruthlessly trampling the corpses on the ground, dragging Rien's increasingly cold body around the chaotic battlefield, as if playing a sad elegy for this failed battle.

With Rien's fall, the rebel knights' morale instantly collapsed.

The soldiers looked at the tragic scene before them in horror, and the fear in their hearts spread like a tide. The fighting spirit that had already been wavering was now completely gone.

Just then, the Royal Guard Knights had quickly and neatly completed their turn and charged towards them again like Mount Tai pressing down.

This time, the rebel knights had no time to take any effective countermeasures.

Those more quick-witted knights, knowing that there was no hope of turning the tide, did not hesitate to ride away in a frenzy to save their lives, throwing the so-called glory and responsibility to the back of their minds.

Those more rigid knights, deeply bound by the traditional spirit of chivalry, despite being filled with fear, stubbornly turned their horses around, vainly trying to fight for the shattered glory in their hearts with their own strength.

It was just that their struggles seemed so small and powerless in the face of the powerful Royal Guard Knights. What awaited them would be a more cruel fate and merciless slaughter.

Under the powerful offensive of the Royal Guard Knights, they were completely annihilated after only two minutes, a brief and almost cruel amount of time.

Suddenly, the shouts of battle on the battlefield came to an abrupt halt, replaced by a deathly silence. Only the smoke that had not yet dissipated and the pervasive bloody smell told of the intensity and tragedy of the battle just now.

This sudden scene instantly frightened the charging rebel infantry, and their originally neat pace suddenly became messy and unbearable, like a flock of startled birds and beasts. The momentum of the forward charge suddenly braked sharply.

Many people even fell to the ground due to inertia, their faces full of horror and bewilderment.

They looked at the battlefield ahead, where the corpses of their knights were lying in a haphazard manner, and the fear in their hearts surged like a tide. The already wavering will to fight had completely collapsed at this moment.

The rebel commander stood in the rear, watching his knights being wiped out, and was shocked. He wanted to order the front army to block and the rear army to retreat, trying to salvage the defeat.

However, before he could shout the order, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and a coldness instantly spread throughout his body.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes spun and his body fell backward involuntarily.

Under the silent actions of the two mysterious and deadly assassins, Shadow and Earthshadow, the rebel senior commanders fell one after another, unable to pass on their orders.

Therefore, when the Royal Guard Knights launched another charge at them, the rebels were completely plunged into chaos.

The soldiers, who had lost their command, scurried around like headless flies, unable to organize an effective resistance.

Under the charge of the Royal Guard Knights, who were like tigers in a flock of sheep, the rebels suffered heavy losses after only a few charges.

Many soldiers were completely defeated by fear, and they dropped their weapons and knelt down to surrender, begging to save their lives.

At this time, the garrison of the fortress also happened to rush out, and they quickly threw themselves into the work of cleaning up the battlefield.

The soldiers methodically collected the rebels' weapons, rescued their own wounded, and concentrated the surrendered rebels under guard.

The smoke of gunpowder on the battlefield gradually dissipated, leaving behind a scene of devastation and the figures of the victors.