Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

When Sauron led his people to the underground labyrinth of Narike, the scene before them was appalling.

Corpses were everywhere, lying haphazardly on the ground, emitting a pungent, bloody stench.

There were corpses of orcs; their tall, strong bodies now appeared incredibly miserable, some severed by sharp blades, some charred by magic, the wounds gruesome and terrifying.

Among these orc corpses were also human corpses, dressed in different attire, representing different factions.

and now they have met such an end.

After a thorough inspection, Shadow reported to Sauron: "Your Highness, there aren't many local nobles from the Northwest; they are mainly people from the various border kings."

Sauron nodded slightly, a trace of contemplation flashing in his eyes.

The power of these border kings had always posed a threat to the empire's rule. Now that their people had been lost here, it might not be a bad thing for the empire.

"Collect all the corpses above the eighth rank; I have great use for them," Sauron ordered decisively.

Shadow was slightly stunned, but immediately responded: "Yes!"

This matter was secretly instructed to Shadow by Sauron. He knew that if others knew he was sending these corpses to be refined into undead, he would be regarded as a heretic.

In this world full of magic and mystery, necromancy was regarded as a symbol of evil, and once discovered, it would cause a great uproar.

However, Sauron had his own plans. In this difficult war, he needed all the power he could use. These corpses above the eighth rank, if they could be refined into undead, would become a powerful weapon in his hands.

He believed that as long as he could defeat the orcs and protect the empire, any means were acceptable.

In the dark underground labyrinth, Sauron and his subordinates quickly began to act.

They carefully collected the corpses, preserving them properly.

During this process, their hearts were filled with tension and unease, fearing that their secret actions would be discovered by others.

Sauron led his people deep into the underground labyrinth of Narike, their actions swift and decisive, as if they knew the terrain like the back of their hand, as if they had been here countless times.

In fact, the map here was a precious gift given to Sauron by the Honored One.

The Honored One's purpose was simple: to have Sauron eliminate the representatives of the opposing forces in the labyrinth, paving the way for his descent.

Sauron knew in his heart that this was his greatest trump card.

As long as he could approach the dimensional passage in the chaos, he would be able to invite the Honored One down.

At that time, no one in the labyrinth would be able to leave alive.

He imagined the moment when the Honored One descended, his heart filled with anticipation.

In the deep, dim passages of the Narike underground labyrinth, Sauron led the group forward quietly.

Weak magical light flickered around them like fireflies, barely illuminating the way forward.

The ancient stone walls were covered with mysterious patterns, as if telling the vicissitudes of time and the countless stories that had happened here.

When they arrived at the entrance from the fifth level to the sixth level of the underground labyrinth, a strong magical fluctuation and shouts of killing rushed towards them, and a fierce battle was breaking out here.

The space at the entrance seemed to be distorted by an invisible force, and the air became heavy and oppressive.

The managing family of the Narike underground labyrinth and the imperial nobles joined forces to launch a fierce attack on the orcs.

The two sides were engaged in a melee, with swords and shadows, and magic flashing, the whole scene was in chaos.

The ground was pitted and uneven, covered with traces left by the battle, and gravel and dust flew up in the fierce battle.

Sauron immediately waved his hand to signal everyone to hide. They carefully hid in a corner, observing this thrilling battle.

There were as many as seven Saint-level powerhouses fighting on the scene, their figures like ghosts, quickly shuttling across the battlefield.

Each attack carried the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, causing the surrounding space to tremble.

The powerful magical fluctuations impacted the stone walls, shaking down countless stones, as if the entire labyrinth was shaking. Twenty-odd demigods were also fighting fiercely, their strength slightly inferior, but not to be underestimated.

Various powerful magic and martial skills intertwined on the battlefield, forming a magnificent and dangerous scene.

The magical light illuminated the dark passage, and the colorful light intertwined with the darkness, creating a strange and tense atmosphere.

This scale of combat power made Robert, the newly advanced Saint-level, and Hank, a veteran Saint-level powerhouse, tremble with fear.

They had never seen such a fierce battle scene, and their hearts were filled with shock and tension.

A trace of unease was revealed in Robert's eyes. He tightly held the weapon in his hand, feeling the powerful magical fluctuations around him.

Hank's expression was solemn, his eyes fixed on the situation on the battlefield, ready to respond to possible dangers at any time.

The tall and strong bodies of the orcs were particularly conspicuous on the battlefield. They wielded huge weapons and let out earth-shattering roars.

Their power was unparalleled, and every attack could make the enemy pay a heavy price.

The orc Saint-level powerhouses were like immovable mountains, exuding a powerful aura that made opponents dare not approach easily.

The land under the orcs' feet was trampled into deep pits by their heavy footsteps, and their roars echoed in the passage, as if to break through the shackles of this darkness.

The human Saint-level powerhouses and demigods were not to be outdone. They cooperated closely, using various magic and martial skills to try to suppress the orcs.

The mages released powerful magical attacks, and elements such as fire, ice, and lightning raged on the battlefield.

Fire magic was like a ball of hot fireballs, illuminating the entire battlefield, ice magic filled the air with biting cold, and lightning magic was like silver snakes shuttling through the air.

The warriors wielded sharp weapons and engaged in close combat with the orcs. Their weapons collided with the orcs' weapons, making crisp sounds and sparks flying.

However, although the human side had a large number of people, they were still suppressed by the orcs.

The orcs' strength and fighting instincts allowed them to gain the upper hand in the battle.

Their attacks were fierce and direct, making it difficult for the human side to resist.