Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

"The orcs have just suffered a major defeat, but they are not without a fighting chance. Moreover, the Island Continent has already expressed its willingness to send troops." Guta, clad in a black robe, suddenly stood up slowly amidst the crowd's panic and confusion, breaking the suffocating silence in the conference room.

His voice was low and mysterious, as if coming from the darkness, carrying a trace of undeniable certainty.

"That sounds nice, but how many Saint-tier experts can the orcs send, and how many does the Island Continent have?" The Border King of Guwen Thiel frowned, his face full of doubt and dissatisfaction, as he asked in an unfriendly tone.

He knew very well that in this contest of vastly different strengths, without the help of sufficiently powerful Saint-tier experts, everything was just empty talk.

"That, I cannot guarantee..." Guta shook his head slightly, but a glint of cunning flashed in his eyes. "However, we can be certain that their actions will inevitably force Soren to send Saint-tier experts to support them. That is our only chance."

He looked around at the crowd, his eyes revealing a determination to fight to the death.

"As long as we reduce the number of Saint-tier experts around Soren, and before he enters the Normandy Line of Defense, make sure he doesn't have enough Saint-tier experts to protect him, we only need to exploit a time difference. If the Saint-tier experts at the Normandy Line of Defense cannot reinforce him in time, we will have a high probability of killing him." Although Guta's voice was not loud, every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's hearts hard.

Upon hearing this, the expressions on everyone's faces gradually changed from despair to contemplation.

This was indeed an extremely risky plan, but at this moment, they seemed to have no better choice.

"But what if Soren doesn't take the bait? Or what if the Saint-tier experts from the Normandy Line of Defense arrive too quickly? Wouldn't we be courting death?" one of the Border Kings said worriedly.

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained," Guta said coldly. "We have no way out. If we don't try, we can only wait for our doom."

The conference room fell silent again, and everyone was weighing the pros and cons of this plan.

After a long time, the Icefield King slowly sat down, his eyes firm, and said, "I agree to give it a try. Anyway, we're all going to die sooner or later, so we might as well take a gamble."

The other Border Kings nodded in agreement upon seeing this.

Thus, an assassination plan against Soren quietly took shape in this atmosphere full of conspiracy and despair.

Just as Soren's army was marching towards the Normandy Line of Defense in an orderly manner, a scout came at full speed with shocking news:

The orcs had launched another attack, and the Island Continent's fleet was also ready to make a move, preparing to attack the Empire's northwest border.

This sudden change made Soren's expression instantly turn serious.

In this extremely critical situation, Soren knew that the consequences would be disastrous if the northwest border were to fall.

After careful consideration, he had no choice but to reluctantly dispatch eight Saint-tier experts to quickly take charge in the northwest.

This decision undoubtedly cut a large portion of the already strained Saint-tier expert guard force.

After dispatching so many Saint-tier experts, Soren no longer dared to march as slowly as before.

He knew that his current situation had become extremely dangerous, so he immediately ordered the entire army to advance towards the Normandy Line of Defense at full speed.

In an instant, the army was like a rushing torrent, advancing rapidly towards its destination, the sound of horses' hooves and footsteps intertwined, shaking the earth slightly.

On the other side, Rebar, upon learning of Soren's dispatch of Saint-tier experts, a flash of excitement and determination flashed in his eyes.

He knew that the long-awaited opportunity had finally arrived.

He decisively organized the rebel army's Saint-tier experts, preparing to launch an assassination operation against Soren.

Considering that this operation was extremely secretive and had no large army to cover it, a slight mistake could ruin everything.

In order to ensure complete success, Rebar decided to go all out and deploy forty Saint-tier experts to participate in the assassination.

Such a large-scale operation of Saint-tier experts showed his determination to win. He only left eight Saint-tier experts with the army, feigning an attack on the Normandy Line of Defense in order to attract the attention of the Normandy Line of Defense's Saint-tier experts and create favorable conditions for the assassination operation.

Soren's army, like a winding dragon, slowly crossed Mount Sulmiga.

At this time, it was less than a hundred miles away from the Normandy Line of Defense, and the terrain ahead was flat and the field of vision was extremely wide.

The knights of the Royal Guard Knights were in high spirits, and the warhorses under them also seemed to feel the excitement of arriving at their destination, pawing uneasily.

Their eyes were cold, staring intently at the team slowly driving at the foot of the mountain, their eyes revealing a strong murderous intent.

"Everyone, are you ready!" Rebar lowered his voice, his eyes sweeping over every Saint-tier expert, as if confirming their determination.

At this moment, he felt both anticipation for the success of the operation and a trace of nervousness.

After all, this was a critical operation concerning success or failure.

"Stop talking nonsense, are we going to do it or not?" The Desert King seemed a little impatient, his rough voice carrying a hint of urgency.

The Desert King was naturally forthright and hated procrastination. At this moment, he could no longer suppress the murderous intent in his heart.

"Go!" Rebar gave an order, as if opening a feast of death.

Forty Saint-tier experts instantly turned into streams of light, swooping down towards the team at the foot of the mountain.

Their figures shone with strange light in the sunlight, like the arrival of the Grim Reaper. Wherever they passed, the air was torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

Inside the carriage, the originally romantic atmosphere was instantly broken.

Emily keenly sensed the dangerous aura surging in the air. She suddenly pushed away Soren, who was pressing down on her, with a clean and swift movement.

Then, she quickly reached for the clothes next to her, and dressed neatly in a few strokes, standing up in a heroic posture, and shouted loudly: "The enemy is coming!"

Almost at the same time, the court mage group in the marching team also noticed something was wrong.

Their marching speed began to gradually slow down, and the mages stopped one after another, chanting ancient and mysterious spells.

Streams of strange light flickered at their fingertips, and the air was filled with rich magical elements, as if a storm was about to come.