Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

On the intense battlefield of the Narike Underground Labyrinth, the flames of war raged, and the collision of magic and power caused the entire space to tremble.

In a hidden area far from the battlefield, Hank and Shadow were anxiously observing the battle.

Hank whispered, "That Saint-level mage is an old guy from my era, named Andrew Moss. I haven't heard from him in nearly a hundred years. I thought he was dead, but I didn't expect him to quietly break through to the Saint level."

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Shadow shook his head and said, "Not too clear, but judging from his aura and strength, he is definitely not an ordinary Orc powerhouse. His magic shield is very strong and can withstand Andrew Moss's flame magic, which shows that his magical attainments are also very high."

Hank sighed and said, "This battle is really getting more and more intense. I wonder how many more Saint-level powerhouses will participate."

The two seemed to be having a conversation, but in reality, they were explaining the identities and backgrounds of the powerhouses present to Soren.

Soren suddenly asked, "Besides Andrew Moss and that Orc Saint-level powerhouse, I also noticed another human Saint-level powerhouse. He has been wandering on the edge of the battlefield, seemingly looking for an opportunity."

Hank quickly asked, "Who is it?"

Shadow said, "His name is Alex Carr, and he is a sword master. His swordsmanship is extremely sharp, and his speed is extremely fast, making him difficult to grasp. He exudes a cold aura that makes people afraid to approach him."

Hank nodded and said, "I've also heard of Alex Carr. He is a very powerful character who once killed a dragon in an adventure, making him famous. I didn't expect him to come here too."

Shadow continued, "There is also an Orc Saint-level Shaman on the battlefield. He is wearing a black robe and holding a staff made of beast bones in his hand. He can summon powerful elemental forces to provide support for the Orc warriors."

Hank frowned and said, "The power of Shamans is very mysterious, and their magic can often have unexpected effects. This Orc Saint-level Shaman will definitely bring us a lot of trouble."

In their conversation, the Saint-level powerhouses on the battlefield continued to engage in fierce battles.

Andrew Moss continuously released flame magic, trying to break through the defense of the Orc Saint-level powerhouse.

The Orc Saint-level powerhouse roared and responded to Andrew Moss with powerful shock waves and magical attacks. Alex Carr was searching for opportunities on the edge of the battlefield. Once he found a flaw in the Orc warriors, he would quickly strike and deliver a fatal blow.

The Orc Saint-level Shaman continuously summoned elemental forces to provide support for the Orc warriors.

The battles below the Saint level were more straightforward and simple, with human warriors engaging in fierce close combat with the Orcs.

Their weapons collided with the Orcs' weapons, making crisp sounds.

However, the Orcs' strength was too great, and human warriors often needed several people to work together to resist an Orc's attack.

On the battlefield, blood splattered and corpses were scattered everywhere.

Both sides were doing their best for their survival and victory.

However, the Orcs gradually gained the upper hand due to their superior strength.

In the fierce battle, time passed by second by second.

The human side gradually fell into a predicament. Their casualties were getting bigger and bigger, but they still did not give up.

"You will all pay the price!" The family of the Labyrinth Manager let out an angry roar.

The voice echoed in the labyrinth, filled with endless grief and determination.

Among them, one powerhouse, his figure appeared particularly tragic in the dim light. His eyes were bloodshot, like two raging fires burning, that was the anger towards the enemy and the love for protecting his home.

Resolutely, he took the axe swung by the Orc Saint-level powerhouse head-on.

The axe carried a powerful force, as if it could split the heavens and the earth, whistling towards him.

The moment the axe collided with his body, a dazzling light flashed, and a powerful impact spread like a surging wave.

The surrounding air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound. The stone wall trembled slightly under this impact,

Gravel fell, raising a cloud of dust.

One of his arms was chopped off by this axe, and blood spurted out like a fountain, sprinkling a piece of crimson in the air. But he did not flinch in the slightest. On the contrary, his eyes were full of determination.

He tightly hugged the Orc Saint-level powerhouse, as if holding a bomb about to explode.

A crazy smile appeared on his face, and then he flew towards the many Orcs.

At this time, the light in the labyrinth seemed to be distorted.

The Orcs looked at this scene in horror. They wanted to stop it, but it was already too late.

Their faces were filled with fear and despair, as if they had seen the arrival of the end of the world.

Subsequently, a loud noise erupted in the labyrinth.

The sound was like ten thousand thunders roaring together, deafening.

A powerful explosive force swept through the entire labyrinth area.

The light shone, like a dazzling sun bursting out in an instant.

The shock wave spread around like a tide. Wherever it went, the stone walls collapsed, and the stones were thrown into the air,

Then fell like raindrops.

In this instant, time seemed to stand still.

The entire labyrinth was shrouded in this powerful force, as if it had fallen into a state of chaos.

On the Orc side, a Saint-level powerhouse and a dozen eighth-order Orc experts were annihilated in this explosion.

They didn't even have time to let out a scream before being swallowed by this powerful force.

That scene, like the instant withering after fireworks bloom, was beautiful and tragic.

The surrounding Orc warriors were shaken and staggered by the aftermath of the explosion. Their faces were filled with fear and shock.

They had never seen such a tragic battle, such a resolute sacrifice. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood, making people suffocate.

On the human side, those who were still fighting were also deeply shocked by this scene.

A complex emotion surged in their hearts, there was admiration, there was grief, and there was also a stronger fighting spirit.

They knew that there was no retreat in this battle. Only by doing their best could they seize control of the underground labyrinth. Only in this way could they get the key.