SSS Ranked Reincarnation: Dark Dragon Legacy

When an hour passed and the army was yet to attack, Silva decided to give them a warning, so he cast a formation with only a snap of his finger.

The formation formed above the castle and was pure black in color. From the formation, a black flaming ball was released, and it fell straight for the castle.

But the castle was not undefended—a barrier covered the castle and attempted to block the attack. The fireball slammed into the barrier, and the barrier trembled before melting.

By the time the barrier was melted through, the fireball had died down. But Silva didn’t attack again; he could have used the hole in the barrier to release a second attack, but he only did that first one as a warning.

And it seemed the warning worked, as troops began rushing madly out of the gates of the city, mages and warriors alike.

When Silva saw them; he felt the same energy he sensed from the boy he killed that day. It was evident that the king had fed all of them demon blood.

“To think a king would use his soldiers like this. Well, that’s none of my business,” Silva said. He bent down and placed his hand on the ground.

“Ever since I got my summoning, I’ve only been using the taming part of it, but today, mixing summoning and abyss magic, I brought out a spell: Advanced Necromancy.”

A spell with multiple levels of necromancy summoning.

“First level, summon the army of the undead,” Silva said. A black shadow spread from his feet, and skeletons with weapons began coming out until they numbered about five hundred.

“This is a pretty cliché thing for a demon king to do, summoning skeletons, but it gets the job done,” Silva said.

“What are you saying?” Aris asked him.

“Something you wouldn’t understand,” Silva responded.

The army of skeleton summons charged into battle at top speed, and Silva’s skeletons clashed with the army at the midpoint, and the battle began.

The skeletons were getting crushed from the get-go; the kingdom’s army, reinforced with demon blood, fought fiercely and destroyed the skeletons.

“Your summons are getting destroyed,” Aris said.

“That’s the plan. The spell is an unusual one. When the skeletons get destroyed, they come back twice as strong, but because of my legacy buff, they become twenty times as strong.

So the aim is for the enemy to destroy them as much as possible, making them stronger and stronger until the enemy is incapable of defeating them because of how strong they’ve become.

The only thing needed to keep this going is my mana, which will keep flowing through them, and as long as that continues, they will keep coming back stronger,” Silva explained.

And in the time he used to explain, the skeletons had turned the tide of the battle and were now winning, killing the soldiers despite their increased powers.

It was slowly turning into a massacre, and the numbers of the army were steadily dwindling.

“Aris, I think it is time for us to head to the castle. My summons will handle everything here,” Silva said.

Aris nodded, and they walked through the battlefield unhindered toward the city, casually walking in as there was no security left.

They walked through the quiet town toward the castle. Suddenly, three little boys, no more than around ten, jumped out holding rusted swords.

Silva was only a few years older than them, but the way he carried himself and his physical appearance would confuse anyone and make them think he was close to sixteen.

“We will not allow you demons to take our city,” the boy in the center spoke.

Silva looked at them, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

“Please get out of the way; I seriously don’t have emotions and will kill a child without thinking twice,” Silva said.

The boys refused to move, and Silva got annoyed, but all the people in their houses ran out when they noticed Silva might kill the boys; they all pointed weapons at Silva.

“I have no plans of killing anyone; I only want to move them, so all of you get out of my way,” Silva said as he released his aura. The force caused walls to crack and doors to break.

Everyone around immediately passed out because of his aura, and he continued on his way to the castle. He turned back to look at the unconscious people, then continued.

When they arrived at the castle gate, a formation activated, and a huge crystal golem rose up and attacked Silva. But Silva was too bored to even block; he let the punch hit him, and fine gold shattered from the backlash.

“This kingdom is boring,” Silva said and walked into the castle. He opened the doors and headed for the throne room.

When he pushed the door, he saw the king seated with his sword and full armor, but that was not all—it seemed he, too, had taken demon blood.

And the amount he took was substantial; his aura had changed, and his body was pulsing rhythmically.

“Silva Terron, you are a traitor. You lied to us all and tricked us,” the king said.

“Bla bla bla, old man. Honestly, I was waiting until you killed your son and my stupid brother before I destroyed your kingdom, but you just had to go ahead and touch Aaron, my friend.

Honestly, that was a ballsy move, and I applaud you for that. But now, you’ve caused the downfall of your kingdom. As we speak, all the dukes are getting killed or captured, all the major cities are getting torn to shreds.

And I am here to finish off the biggest fish in the kingdom,” Silva said.

“You think I’d let you!” the king yelled and charged at Silva with all his speed.

He stabbed through Silva’s chest, and a smile formed on his face, but the afterimage disappeared, and he realized he hadn’t really stabbed Silva.

He turned around and saw Silva in the throne. Silva looked at him and said,

“I’m king now, sucker.”

Silva pointed his finger at him and fired a dark bullet right through the king’s head, killing him on the spot.