Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Olga, the Border King, with eyes like an eagle, coldly watched these rebel Saint-level powerhouses attempting to break through, exuding a powerful and dignified aura.

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"Do you think you can still escape?" His voice was low and icy, as if from the depths of the Nine Nether Hells.

The rebel Saint-level powerhouses looked at this 'human wall' formed by the enemy in front of them, and a sense of despair surged in their hearts.

But they did not give up. The dignity of being Saint-level powerhouses and the instinct for survival drove them to launch attacks at all costs, trying to tear a gap in this desperate situation and carve out a bloody path.

For a time, the Saint-level powerhouses on both sides were locked in a fierce battle, and powerful energy fluctuations, like raging waves, one after another, impacted everything around them, stirring the battlefield even more upside down.

Just as the two sides were fighting inextricably, a turning point suddenly appeared.

The arriving Imperial Saint-level powerhouses descended like divine soldiers, instantly reversing the battle situation.

That's right, it was such a clean and neat 'clean sweep'.

Alonso and Princess Merilyn had a perfect understanding, and the two joined forces to cast an astonishingly powerful Saint-level area-of-effect magic.

In the sky, the light shone brightly, and a vast and terrifying magical fluctuation rapidly spread out from the two as the center.

This power seemed to devour everything in the world, and wherever it passed, the air was distorted beyond recognition.

The light was like the judgment light of the apocalypse, directly shrouding the high-ranking generals and Saint-level powerhouses who were fighting fiercely.

These core forces of the rebels did not even have time to make any effective resistance before being submerged by this powerful magical force.

For a time, screams rose and fell, and countless lives perished in this instant.

After the magical light dissipated, a mess was left on the battlefield, and the high-level combat power of the rebels was almost completely lost.

However, the aftermath of this powerful magic also affected some of our own soldiers. After the battle, Alonso patted the non-existent dust on his body and said indifferently, "Sorry, I didn't control my strength for a moment and hurt our own people."

The tone was as if he had accidentally crushed an ant.

Listening to Alonso's insincere apology, Olga and the other Border Kings gnashed their teeth in anger, their faces turning green and white.

The anger in their hearts was like a raging flame, almost devouring their reason.

But even so, they did not dare to make any movements.

Only because they were already heavily surrounded by the court mage group and Saint-level powerhouses, those cold faces and murderous gazes were like tangible ropes, firmly binding them.

At this time, including the Saint-level undead puppets, the Empire's Saint-level combat power reached a terrifying seventy.

Such a powerful force was like a towering mountain, making the Border Kings breathless.

They knew very well that in the face of such absolute strength, any resistance was futile, and they could only force the anger and unwillingness in their hearts down.

Soren stood on the city wall, overlooking all of this, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

This victory was hard-won, but our side also paid a certain price.

"It's finally over," Soren murmured to himself.

"Prince Olga!" Princess Merilyn floated in mid-air, her voice clear and loud, clearly reaching all directions in the noise of the battlefield.

This shout was like a hammer of fate, striking the heart of Olga, the Border King, giving him a final choice.

Olga, the Border King, felt a mix of emotions in his heart. He looked up at Princess Merilyn on the city wall, who was bright and moving but had a powerful aura, his face full of helplessness and struggle.

The outcome of this war was already determined. Continuing to resist stubbornly would only increase casualties and cause more people to lose their lives.

This discovery caused a strong sense of unease to surge in their hearts. And Olga, the Border King's, words announcing surrender were like a heavy hammer, completely crushing their last psychological defense.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion and fear, and the weapons in their hands became extremely heavy.

Under the coercion of Olga, the Border King, those soldiers who were still fighting desperately put down their weapons one after another.

They dropped their weapons on the ground one after another, their movements slow and mechanical, as if performing a solemn ritual.

Some soldiers' eyes were full of unwillingness, biting their lips tightly, tears welling up in their eyes:

Some soldiers were relieved, slumped on the ground, as if rejoicing that this nightmare was finally over.

The gates on the Normandy defense line slowly opened, making a dull sound.

This sound was particularly clear on the silent battlefield, as if it were the horn of a new era.

A large number of soldiers poured out like a tide, their steps neat, their eyes firm, quickly surrounding the rebels,

Unfolding the disarmament operation.

In front of them were a full thousand troops, vast in scale and spectacular in scene.

The soldiers were densely distributed on the battlefield, like black ants.

The surrendered rebels stood in rows, heads lowered, awaiting the judgment of fate. The Imperial soldiers responsible for the disarmament shuttled among them in an orderly manner, collecting weapons and registering personnel information.

Soren rode a tall white warhorse and slowly walked towards the rebel camp.

Behind him was the mighty Royal Guard Knights. Their figures looked particularly majestic in the sunlight, highlighting the glory of the victor.

"Your Majesty!" The rebel soldiers knelt down one after another, heads lowered, not daring to look directly into Soren's eyes.

Their faces were filled with fear and awe, as if facing an invincible god.

Soren reined in his horse and stopped.

His gaze slowly swept over these surrendered rebels, and there was no trace of complacency or pride in his heart, only deep emotion.

This war has caused too many people to lose their lives and homes. He only hopes that from now on, the Empire can usher in true peace.

"Get up," Soren's voice was gentle and calm, "The war is over. From now on, you are all citizens of the Empire. As long as you sincerely repent, I will not hold you accountable."

The rebel soldiers raised their heads, their eyes filled with gratitude and surprise.

They did not expect that Soren would be so tolerant.

Tears flickered in the eyes of some soldiers, and they knew that their lives had been redeemed.