Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

"Quick, form a defensive line!" Prince Autriev shouted hoarsely, his voice standing out sharply on the noisy battlefield.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze revealed anxiety and determination.

The demon's generals reacted quickly, loudly relaying the prince's orders.

The soldiers hurriedly sprang into action, trying to build a solid defensive line before the desert camel regiment charged.

The spearmen quickly formed a square formation, pointing their spears forward, creating a forest of spears.

Archers quickly took their positions behind them, nocking arrows and aiming at the approaching enemies.

However, the desert camel regiment was too fast.

They sped across the sand, kicking up clouds of dust that blotted out the sky, making it almost impossible to see them.

In the blink of an eye, they had already reached the front of the defensive line.

The leading camel rider brandished his long saber, letting out a deafening roar as he charged into the spear formation.

The camels, with their massive bodies, forcibly broke through the soldiers' line, spears snapping and soldiers being knocked off balance.

The riders following closely behind were equally fierce, wielding various weapons and slashing wildly at the surrounding soldiers.

In an instant, blood and flesh flew across the battlefield, and the sounds of battle cries and screams mingled together, sending chills down one's spine.

Prince Autriev was frantic, watching helplessly as the defensive line was torn apart bit by bit.

"Mages, prepare to release magic!" Prince Autriev suddenly shouted.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes; since they couldn't withstand the frontal assault, they could only rely on the power of magic.

The mages of the Wenkef Magic Corps responded quickly, standing in the rear, chanting incantations, and their staffs shimmered with various colors.

A moment later, powerful spells flew like meteors towards the desert camel regiment.

In an instant, the rebel infantry's ranks were thrown into chaos, with screams rising and falling.

Due to the suddenness of the attack, the rebel infantry had no time to mount an effective resistance; the soldiers in the front row were knocked several meters away by the impact of the warhorses, while those in the back row were pierced by spears, blood flowing freely and staining the ground beneath their feet.

Under the Ironblood Knights' thunderous strike, the rebel infantry's formation instantly collapsed, the soldiers fleeing in all directions, completely losing their will to fight.

The originally orderly ranks were now like a pile of loose sand, utterly defeated.

The general of the desert camel regiment, seeing the惨状 of the infantry from afar, his face changed drastically.

He knew very well that if he didn't adjust his strategy in time, the entire rebel army would be in dire straits.

So, without hesitation, he waved his hand and issued a retreat order.

The desert camel regiment, like well-trained dancers, quickly turned around, the original fierce charge instantly transforming into an orderly retreat.

At the same time, the Frost Wolf Knights also noticed the change in the situation.

They no longer lingered in battle, riding their Frost Wolves and following the pace of the desert camel regiment, retreating together from the battlefield.

The Frost Wolves were incredibly fast, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye.

As the Frost Wolf Knights and the desert camel regiment retreated like a tide from Prince Autriev's camp, the peaceful sky suddenly changed.

In the distance, dozens of giant magic spheres, like burning meteors, hurtled towards them with an aura of destruction.

Prince Autriev, who was vigilantly watching the retreating rebels, subconsciously looked up after noticing the anomaly.

In an instant, his eyes reflected the rapidly approaching magic spheres, and his heart jumped to his throat.

Then, the magic spheres accurately plunged into the ranks of the desert camel regiment and the Frost Wolf Knights.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of deafening explosions rang out, like the thunder of the heavens resounding in the world.

The powerful impact stirred up dust that blotted out the sky, and the scorching air waves, like surging tides, mercilessly devoured everything around them.

At the center of the explosion, camels and Frost Wolves were blown to pieces, and the knights were thrown into the air by the powerful force,

letting out desperate screams.

In an instant, the rebel army was thrown into chaos, and the originally orderly retreat instantly turned into a chaotic rout.

Prince Autriev was stunned at first, but then he reacted and shouted with ecstasy: "Reinforcements have arrived!"

His face flushed with excitement, and his eyes sparkled with hope. The enormous pressure he had endured in recent days seemed to find an outlet at this moment.

Almost at the same time, a burst of rapid hoofbeats came from the hillside on the other side.

A cavalry force, like a black torrent, rushed down the hillside.

The cavalrymen were clad in bright armor, their spears glinting with cold light, and the sound of their hooves was like a dense war drum, shaking the earth.

At the front of the formation, a bright imperial banner fluttered high in the wind, the pattern symbolizing the glory and majesty of the empire, at this moment in Prince Autriev's eyes, like a beacon in the darkness, giving him endless power.

"It's the Empire's reinforcements!" The soldiers also noticed this new force, cheering excitedly. Weariness and fear instantly disappeared from their faces, replaced by full of fighting spirit and confidence.

With the addition of the reinforcements, the situation on the battlefield instantly reversed.

Prince Autriev quickly adjusted his deployment, working closely with the reinforcements to launch a fierce pursuit of the rebels.

The desert camel regiment and the Frost Wolf Knights, having suffered heavy losses, were no longer able to fight and could only flee in disarray.

This battle, thanks to the timely arrival of reinforcements, allowed Prince Autriev's army to turn the crisis into safety.

Prince Autriev looked at the retreating rebels and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Pass down the order, the entire army will rest and strengthen its defenses," Prince Autriev said in a low voice.

On the battlefield, where the smoke of gunpowder had not yet completely dissipated, Prince Autriev strode towards the reinforcements.

The leading general was clad in heavy silver armor, with intricate runes engraved on it, shimmering with a cold light in the sunlight.

He rode a tall and strong black steed, his posture as straight as a pine tree, exuding an aura of authority honed on the battlefield.

This man was Pevin Box, the current head of the Box family, as well as a Saint-tier powerhouse in the family, and also Hank's grandson.