Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

During the flight, Hank's heart was filled with mixed feelings.

Although he had always looked down on Shadow, the royal assassin, he was a qualified warrior when it came to dealing with the Orcs.

Alonso, on the other hand, was silently adjusting his magic power in his heart.

The battle with the Orc Sword Saint had already consumed a great deal of his magic power, and he knew that if he wanted to truly achieve victory, then the upcoming siege must not have any exceptions.

At this moment, on another Saint-level battlefield, the battle between the Heaven's Eye Sword Saint McCarthy and the black-robed Saint-level powerhouse had already entered a white-hot stage.

McCarthy's white robe had become somewhat damaged in the battle, and his forehead was covered with sweat, but his eyes remained firm.

The black-robed Saint-level powerhouse was hidden beneath his black robe, exuding an evil aura, with black mist constantly湧 out from around his body, confronting McCarthy's divine power.

As Alonso and Hank approached, the atmosphere on the battlefield became even more tense.

McCarthy sensed their arrival, and his spirits lifted.

With their participation, the balance of victory in this battle would be even more inclined towards the humans.

The black-robed Saint-level powerhouse also noticed the new threat, and he let out a low laugh, filled with disdain. "Do you think you can defeat me with a few more people? Foolish humans!" His voice was like a cold wind, echoing in the air.

Alonso took the lead in flying above the battlefield, shouting loudly: "Today is your death day, you disgusting Orcish warlock!" With a wave of his staff, a powerful magical attack shot towards the black-robed Saint-level powerhouse.

This magic combined most of his remaining magic power, and its light was dazzling, like the scorching sun in the sky.

Hank also launched an attack immediately afterwards, his golden longsword drawing a brilliant arc in the air, and a golden sword aura rushed towards the black-robed Saint-level powerhouse, following closely behind the magic.

His speed was extremely fast, and he was like an angry lion, filled with endless killing intent.

McCarthy saw his teammates' attacks, and he was not to be outdone.

He held his sword with both hands, and a powerful divine power erupted from his body, charging towards the black-robed Saint-level powerhouse.

He waved his hands, chanting mysterious incantations from the mouth under his black robe.

Black mist quickly gathered around him, forming a huge black shield.

Alonso's magical attack hit the black shield first, emitting a deafening roar.

The magical light collided with the black shield, splashing a dazzling light and black smoke.

Immediately afterwards, Hank's sword aura also struck the shield, cutting a crack in the black shield.

McCarthy took this opportunity to break through the defense of the black shield.

His sword stabbed towards the black-robed Saint-level powerhouse, the light of the sword directly aiming at the heart of the black-robed man.

The black-robed Saint-level powerhouse dodged sideways, but McCarthy's sword still cut his arm.

The black-robed Saint-level powerhouse roared angrily, waving his hands, and beams of black energy shot towards Alonso, Hank, and McCarthy.

These energy beams were full of corrosive power, and wherever they went, the air was corroded, making a "hissing" sound.

Alonso, Hank, and McCarthy deftly dodged the attacks of the energy beams.

While dodging, they were also looking for flaws in the black-robed Saint-level powerhouse.

They knew that this was a battle of life and death, and they could not afford to make the slightest mistake.

Hank suddenly thought of a plan, and he winked at Alonso and McCarthy.

Alonso and McCarthy understood, and they began to act according to Hank's plan.

Alonso began to cast a large magic array, his staff quickly drawing magical runes in the sky.

These runes flickered with light in the air, gradually forming a huge magic array.

The magic array emitted powerful magic fluctuations, enveloping the black-robed Saint-level powerhouse within it.

McCarthy then attracted the attention of the black-robed Saint-level powerhouse from the front, constantly attacking with his sword, each attack carrying a powerful divine power.

The black-robed Saint-level powerhouse was a little flustered by McCarthy's attacks, and his attention was completely drawn to McCarthy.

Hank quietly绕道 to the back of the black-robed Saint-level powerhouse, gripping his longsword, waiting for the best opportunity.

When Alonso's magic array was fully formed and restricted the movements of the black-robed Saint-level powerhouse, Hank seized the opportunity.

He shouted loudly, stabbing towards the back of the black-robed Saint-level powerhouse.

The black-robed Saint-level powerhouse noticed the attack from behind, but it was too late.

He wanted to dodge, but was bound by Alonso's magic array.

Hank's longsword stabbed into his back without hindrance, directly piercing through his body.

The black-robed Saint-level powerhouse let out a painful scream, and his body began to tremble violently.

He tried to resist, but the attacks of Alonso, Hank, and McCarthy came like a tide.

They did not give the black-robed Saint-level powerhouse any chance to breathe, and continued to launch fierce attacks.

In the end, under the combined attack of the three, the body of the black-robed Saint-level powerhouse gradually dissipated.

With his disappearance, the evil aura on the battlefield also dissipated.

Alonso, Hank, and McCarthy watched the black-robed Saint-level powerhouse being eliminated, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

They knew that with the death of this Saint-level powerhouse, the victory of this war already belonged to the humans.

On the ground battlefield, the human soldiers saw the end of the battle in the sky, and they let out a deafening cheer.

The morale of the Orcs had completely collapsed, and they began to flee in all directions.

The human army took advantage of the victory to pursue, defeating the Orc army miserably.

Shadow was sent to Soren, lying lifeless at this time, the shocking hole in his chest was like a black hole, devouring all the surrounding vitality.

The priests were gathered around, their faces filled with solemnity and regret, and Soren also looked solemn, and several people joined hands to deal with Shadow's wounds, although they knew in their hearts that the hope was slim, but no one gave up this last effort.

As time went by, they tried various methods, but Shadow's flame of life was still gradually extinguished.

Seeing that Shadow could not be saved, Soren bit his teeth, he waved his hand and let the priests retreat.

At this time, Soren's heart was filled with mixed feelings, Shadow had made such a huge sacrifice for this war, for the victory of mankind, how could he watch Shadow pass away like this?

Soren took a deep breath, his eyes fell on Shadow's pale face, and slowly asked: "I have a potion here that stimulates the potential of life, which has a certain chance to let you break through to the Saint level, and then rely on the vitality of the Saint level powerhouse to survive, but the potential of this life will also be exhausted, and you will be stuck in the early stage of the Saint level for the rest of your life, and after breaking through to the Saint level, your lifespan will only be half that of ordinary Saint level powerhouses."