Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

The guards at the city gate were first stunned, then their faces lit up with joy.

They couldn't believe their ears; such tremendous news of victory exploded in the peaceful imperial capital like a bombshell.

A guard hurriedly ran to the messenger and said, "Say it again, is this really true?"

The messenger was filled with pride. He straightened his back and loudly proclaimed again: "A great victory in the Northwest! His Highness the Crown Prince led the army to defeat the vanguard of the Beastmen, annihilating 200,000 Beastmen and a million Goblins. Absolutely true!"

The guards immediately cheered, and their cheers quickly attracted the attention of the early-rising residents nearby.

The residents came out of their homes one after another, rubbing their sleepy eyes, their faces full of doubt as they asked what had happened.

When they learned of the great victory in the Northwest, the doubt on their faces instantly turned into excitement and joy.

The news spread through the heart of the imperial capital as if it had grown wings.

In the taverns of the imperial capital, the bartenders who were still brawling immediately perked up upon hearing the news.

They told the news to the patrons who were drinking or had just woken up from their hangovers.

The patrons were first shocked, then erupted into a burst of enthusiastic cheers. The sound of clinking glasses rose and fell as everyone raised their glasses in celebration.

In the imperial palace, the guards on night duty, upon hearing this news, hurried towards the Emperor's bedroom.

He ran, panting for breath, disregarding etiquette, and burst directly into the bedroom.

The Emperor was resting in bed and was awakened by the sudden commotion. He frowned and asked, "What is the meaning of this panic?"

The guard hastily knelt on the ground, his voice trembling with excitement: "Your Majesty, great joy! A great victory in the Northwest! His Highness the Crown Prince led the army to defeat the vanguard of the Beastmen, annihilating 200,000 Beastmen and a million Goblins."

Upon hearing this, the Emperor's originally drowsy eyes immediately sharpened.

His face first showed a look of surprise, which was then replaced by gratification. He sat up in bed and said, "My Crown Prince has indeed not disappointed me. Issue my decree immediately to summon the ministers to the palace for discussion."

Upon receiving the urgent summons, the ministers rushed from their homes.

Some were still wearing their pajamas, with a robe casually thrown over them; others hadn't even had time to comb their hair neatly. But at this moment, no one cared about these matters of appearance; their hearts were filled with the news of the great victory in the Northwest.

When the ministers gathered in the imperial court, the Emperor was already sitting upright on the Dragon Throne. A proud smile graced his face as he said, "My esteemed ministers, we have just received news that His Highness the Crown Prince has won a great victory in the Northwest, defeating the Beastmen vanguard and annihilating 200,000 Beastmen and a million Goblins. This is a great joy for our empire, and I would like to hear the opinions of my esteemed ministers."

The hall immediately became lively, and the ministers expressed their views one after another.

Some ministers suggested immediately rewarding His Highness the Crown Prince to enhance his prestige in the army and among the people.

Other ministers proposed sending more reinforcements and supplies to the Northwest to consolidate the victory and guard against another Beastmen attack.

Still other ministers suggested holding a grand celebration to boost the morale of the people of the imperial capital.

The Emperor listened to the ministers' suggestions, nodding slightly.

This victory was not only a military victory but also a tremendous boost to the morale and confidence of the entire empire.

He had already begun to consider how to reward the Crown Prince and how to use this victory to benefit the empire's development.

In every corner of the imperial capital, people were talking about the news of the great victory in the Northwest.

This news shone like a ray of light into people's hearts, dispelling the shadow of war that had long hung over the empire.

Whether noble or commoner, they were cheering for the victory of His Highness the Crown Prince, and they were full of hope for the future of the empire.

Upon receiving the news, Imperial Consort Mariya Sasha's beautiful and resolute face immediately revealed a determined look.

She knew very well that while the victory on the Northwest battlefield was glorious, the subsequent main force of the Beastmen was the most terrifying existence.

Therefore, she contacted Rezel at the first moment, her voice carrying an unquestionable commanding tone: "Brother, immediately gather all the mages who are preparing to go on the expedition. I am going to the Northwest."

Legion-level magic is different from ordinary magic. It requires the caster to achieve a high degree of tacit understanding with many mages, gathering the magic power of many mages into a powerful force sufficient to change the course of the battle.

In the past period of time, Imperial Consort Mariya Sasha had put in a lot of effort.

She and the mages researched the synergy of magic day and night, constantly adjusting the way their magic power connected to each other, and trying various different magic formations and spell combinations.

After this period of refinement, she had skillfully mastered three legion-level spells, which could be considered to have maximized the combat power of the Imperial Mage Corps.

She stood in her palace, surrounded by various magical books and crystal balls.

She closed her eyes, and the magic power operation circuit diagram of the legion-level magic constantly appeared in her mind.

She could clearly feel that when she cast legion-level magic, that huge magic power was like a surging tide, galloping and roaring under her guidance.

She could precisely control the flow, intensity, and release direction of the magic power, just like a general commanding thousands of troops.

Now, she was going to take this powerful force to the Northwest to support Soren.

Although the battlefield in the Northwest had achieved a stage victory, the situation was still complex and volatile.

Although the Beastmen had suffered heavy losses, they were extremely vengeful and would certainly not let it go.

The defensive forces in the Northwest also suffered some losses after the great battle. Her leadership of the Imperial Mage Corps would add a solid magic shield to the Northwest.

However, before departing, Imperial Consort Mariya Sasha had to consult with the Empress Dowager Aefina.

Imperial Consort Mariya Sasha knew the importance of court etiquette and power structure. Although she was anxious to go to the Northwest to exert her power, she had to obtain the Empress Dowager's permission before that.

Imperial Consort Mariya Sasha carefully tidied up her clothes. She changed into a more solemn and gorgeous dress.

She walked towards the Empress Dowager's palace with graceful steps.

The corridors of the palace were filled with a faint floral fragrance, and the candles on both sides flickered, casting mottled light and shadows.

The guards of the palace bowed respectfully when they saw the Imperial Consort approaching.

Imperial Consort Mariya Sasha nodded slightly in response, and then continued forward.

Arriving in front of Empress Dowager Aefina's Amber Palace, Imperial Consort Mariya Sasha took a deep breath and strode into the Amber Palace.