Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Empress Maria knew the stakes. She didn't want her impulsiveness to bring disaster to Soren, nor did she want their relationship to become the target of the royal family.

"It seems I'll have to move to the Magic Tower," Empress Maria decided quickly. In her view, the Magic Tower was the perfect place to go.

It possessed a rich concentration of magical elements, providing excellent conditions for cultivation. Cultivating there would undoubtedly greatly accelerate her strength's progress.

Moreover, the Magic Tower had a complex structure with many hidden corners and independent spaces, making it convenient for her to meet Soren in secret. As long as they were careful and cautious, they wouldn't have to worry about being discovered.

At this thought, her eyes sparkled with anticipation, as if she already saw the beautiful scene of her strength constantly improving and her sweet reunion with Soren in the Magic Tower. She immediately decided to find a suitable opportunity,

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to propose to the royal family her request to move to the Magic Tower.

Meanwhile, Soren had already returned to his palace, but his mind remained in Maria's palace, his mind constantly replaying every detail of his time with Empress Maria last night.

However, he also understood that the current situation was grim. Whether dealing with Border King's army or guarding against the threats from the Beastmen and the Island Continent, he couldn't afford the slightest slackening.

He took a deep breath, striving to bring his thoughts back to the present, and began to prepare for the many affairs ahead.

Winnals City, the capital of the Wilke Province, was currently shrouded in an atmosphere of tension and gravity.

The tall city walls cast long shadows under the sunlight, as if also worried about the impending war.

Prince Olif sat upright in the council hall of his mansion, his brow furrowed, his heart full of worry about the eighteen rebel armies about to descend upon the city.

Although he was a prince and usually commanded an army, he was still somewhat timid in the face of such a large-scale rebel attack. After all, the outcome of this battle was of great importance, concerning the survival of the entire Wilke Province, and even the course of the entire empire.

Just then, a servant hurried in and respectfully presented an imperial edict from the emperor.

Prince Olif quickly took it and read it carefully. It read: "Dear brother, your brother is terminally ill and has little time left. I hereby issue this edict to you. After defeating the eighteen rebel armies, return to the imperial capital to inherit the throne. Please treat Soren and all the princes and princesses well."

After reading the edict, Prince Olif was first stunned, as if he couldn't believe his eyes. Then, an uncontrollable joy instantly bloomed on his face, his eyes filled with fervor and excitement.

His heart, previously timid due to fear of war, was now as if injected with a strong stimulant, and it swelled up instantly. The original worries and fears were instantly thrown to the winds.

He suddenly stood up and paced back and forth in the council hall, muttering to himself as he walked: "Haha,

Heaven is truly helping me! I, Olif, have endured for so many years, and finally this day has come! As long as I defeat these eighteen rebel armies, the throne will be mine!"

At this moment, his mind had already begun to imagine his majestic appearance after ascending the throne, imagining the scene of everyone worshiping him and commanding the world. The lofty honor made him uncontrollably excited.

He quickly walked to the map, carefully examining the terrain around Wilke Province. The previously thorny problems of defense deployment and troop deployment no longer seemed to be problems in his eyes.

He loudly summoned the generals under his command, his voice loud and full of confidence, and said: "Everyone, His Majesty the Emperor has issued an edict that as long as we defeat these eighteen rebel armies, this prince will be able to inherit the throne! Now is a great opportunity for us to make contributions and make a name for ourselves in history. Everyone, cheer up and follow this prince to defeat the rebels. When we return victorious, there will be plenty of wealth and glory for everyone!"

The generals were stunned when they heard this, and then they were infected by the prince's boldness, and shouted in unison: "We are willing to listen to the prince's dispatch, and we will do our best to defeat the rebels!"

When Soren heard that Prince Olif was fully preparing for war, not only mobilizing all the troops in Wilke Province, but also extensively conscripting the province's civilians to serve as reserves, his first reaction was to widen his eyes and couldn't help but exclaim in his heart: "He's going crazy!"

You should know that conscripting civilians throughout the province is no small matter. This means that the normal life order of the entire Wilke Province will be disrupted, and the peaceful days of the people will no longer exist. The fields may be uncultivated,

workshops will also be stagnant, and the civilians who have not received much training will be rushed to the battlefield. Facing the fierce eighteen rebel armies, it is no different from sheep entering a tiger's mouth, and casualties will inevitably be heavy.

However, Prince Olif completely ignored these things, and wholeheartedly expanded his forces, in a posture of fighting the rebels to the death.

However, Soren was, after all, thoughtful and meticulous. After a brief surprise, he quickly recovered, and he already understood in his heart that Emperor Gustav must have promised him some conditions that he could not refuse, which would make Prince Olif, who had always been cautious and even somewhat timid, bet everything.

Soren knew very well the ambition that Prince Olif had hidden for many years. This prince seemed low-key on weekdays,

but in fact, he had always been coveting the throne, dreaming of one day ascending to the supreme position and controlling the entire empire.

Thinking of this, Soren couldn't help but sigh slightly, and murmured softly: "Father is going to play Prince Olif to death."

In Soren's view, the only thing that could make Prince Olif work so hard now was probably the throne.

After all, in Prince Olif's eyes, the entire empire seemed to be in his pocket at this moment. As long as he defeated the rebels, the throne would fall firmly on his head.

That's why he would go all out to prepare for war. In his cognition, if he didn't desperately defend the empire, and the empire really fell under the attack of the rebels or other external forces, then the throne he dreamed of would be completely reduced to a dream bubble, and all previous plans and waiting would be in vain.

It's just that Soren also knew in his heart that behind this seemingly beautiful prospect, there were actually many dangers hidden.

The eighteen rebel armies were not to be trifled with. They were coming fiercely, with strong forces and extraordinary strength of the soldiers. Prince Olif expanded his forces so eagerly, but ignored key factors such as army cohesion and tactical coordination.

Whether they can exert their due combat effectiveness on the battlefield is still unknown.