Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

When the rebel army entered the range, Soren gave an order: "Release the arrows!"

Instantly, tens of thousands of arrows were fired, pouring down on the rebel army like raindrops. Screams echoed in the rebel camp, and many soldiers were shot and fell to the ground. However, the rebel army did not retreat because of this; they still shouted and charged forward.

Immediately afterward, the magic cannons also began to roar.

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The huge cannonballs, carrying the whistling sound of the wind, smashed into the rebel ranks, instantly stirring up dust and blood mist.

For a time, the rebel army's formation fell into brief chaos.

However, the rebel commanders quickly stabilized the situation. They waved the weapons in their hands, shouting loudly, urging the soldiers to continue moving forward.

Many rebel soldiers did not even have time to climb the city wall before they were smashed down or scalded, screaming incessantly. But the rebels still surged forward, undeterred.

At the same time, the rebel mage corps also began to cast magic.

Fireballs and ice arrows shot towards the city wall, colliding with the defenders' magic, erupting into dazzling and dangerous light.

For a time, magical lights flickered on the battlefield, and shouts and screams intertwined, making people tremble with fear.

In this fierce battle, both sides were doing their best.

Soren knew that this would be a difficult battle. He had to remain calm and make the right decisions in order to lead the defending soldiers to victory.

The rebel generals also understood that this was their last chance. If they could not break through the Normandy defense line, the fate awaiting them would be annihilation.

On the other side of the battlefield, Olga Border King and several other border kings with ulterior motives were anxiously waiting for the opportunity to make contact with the imperial army.

They knew that the outcome of this war was not only related to the fate of the rebel army, but also to their own survival.

They glanced at the battlefield from time to time, praying in their hearts that their plan could be implemented smoothly, so as to secure a way out for themselves and their families.

In the rebel army's central tent, the remaining alien border kings were nervously watching the battle.

They knew that this battle was crucial to them. Once they failed, they would lose everything.

They constantly sent reinforcements to the battlefield, trying to break through the Normandy defense line.

But they also vaguely felt that this battle did not seem as smooth as they had imagined, and an ominous premonition quietly spread in their hearts.

The sun gradually rose, and the sunlight shone on the bloody battlefield, reflecting the tired but determined faces of the soldiers.

The situation of the war became more and more tense, and the balance of victory was swaying in the fierce battle between the two sides.

When night fell like a huge black silk, heavily pressing on the earth, a tense and restless atmosphere permeated the camp.

Olga Border King strode out of the camp with steady and powerful steps. He was wearing a heavy armor, and under the moonlight, the metal surface shimmered with a cold luster, as if he were a war god walking out of the darkness.

Olga's eyes were like torches, scanning the surrounding border kings, and said in a firm and loud voice: "The time has come, border kings! The moment we have been waiting for has finally arrived. Let us launch an attack together and march towards the Normandy defense line!"

His words resounded like a bell in every corner of the camp, carrying an irresistible force.

The border kings who were still hesitating and wavering were as if encouraged by an invisible force after hearing Olga's passionate and resolute call.

They looked at each other, and their eyes were filled with fighting spirit.

Immediately afterward, these border kings responded one after another, raising their arms and shouting, and their voices gathered together, forming a shocking wave of sound.

Then, countless soldiers poured out of the camp like a tide. They held weapons in their hands, their eyes were firm, and they followed their respective border kings to launch a final frantic attack on the Normandy defense line.

For a time, shouts and the sound of horses' hooves intertwined, as if to completely tear apart this peaceful night.

The surging offensive, like the storm before the storm, roared towards the Normandy defense line, and a tragic battle was about to begin.

The border kings in charge of the attack had unknowingly pressed all their troops without reservation.

At this critical moment, Olga Border King suddenly widened his eyes and shouted with all his strength: "Do it!" That voice was like rolling thunder, exploding in the sky above the battlefield.

In an instant, the royal border kings who shared the same lineage as Olga Border King unhesitatingly issued orders, and their army, like a surging torrent, rushed towards the battlefield irresistibly.

In the eyes of those attacking rebels, these suddenly joined armies were just new forces who came to replace them and allow them to take a breather.

At the same time, in every dark corner of the battlefield, a carefully planned conspiracy was quietly unfolding.

Many transcendents hidden in the dark secretly lurked beside the alien border kings or generals like ghosts.

They exchanged a look with each other, and after confirming that everything was correct, one of them quickly took out a signal flare from his arms and shot it into the sky with all his might.

"Not good!" Babar, the resourceful wise man under the command of the Icefield King, instantly noticed the abnormality.

Years of war experience and keen intuition told him that something was wrong, someone had betrayed!

Almost at the same instant that he realized the danger, Babar raised his head in shock, only to see dozens of Saint-level powerhouses on the city wall descending like gods, stepping into the void, and flying towards the battlefield with a fierce aura.

They exuded a powerful aura, as if to envelop the entire battlefield under their coercion.

The situation suddenly took a turn for the worse, and the rebel camp fell into chaos.

As dozens of Saint-level powerhouses came from the city wall, the rebel army's senior generals and border kings bore the brunt and became the targets of the attack.

The rebel army's senior generals and border kings were almost powerless in front of them and were killed one by one.

Blood splattered, screams rang out, and the rebel command, which had been aggressive, instantly collapsed.

Seeing this, the Saint-level powerhouses under the rebel army knew that the situation could not be reversed, and decisively chose to break through to the rear.

Their figures were like lightning, trying to break through the heavy encirclement and escape the battlefield that had become a Shura field.

Their calculations did not succeed. Just as they turned around to break through, Olga Border King led the betrayed Border King Saint-level powerhouses like an indestructible high wall, blocking their path.