SSS Ranked Reincarnation: Dark Dragon Legacy

The burial went without issue after Diego dealt with that man, and everyone left. That night, Silva sat in an office writing a detailed war letter to Olen.

And when the sun was about to rise, he handed it to Drake and told him to deliver the message. Drake went ahead at top speed, while Silva headed for the labyrinth.

His entire army was already set and ready to move out, but they would have to move behind the abomination army.

Silva made sure that all the abominations were ready in the labyrinth. When he arrived at the gates of the labyrinth, Lily was already there; she was the one that would initiate the teleportation.

The plan was simply to teleport all of them around the kingdom of Olen. Teleportation circles had already been set up and were ready to go.

When Lily saw Silva, she took it as a sign to start. She placed her hand on the labyrinth and started the process. Immediately, all the abominations were teleported away from the labyrinth.

Silva gave her an approving nod. “Head to the main army now. I’ll be there soon after Drake returns with word,” Silva said. Lily nodded and then left the place.

“I think it’s time I finally assign those stat points. Can never be too careful,” Silva said to himself.

When he fought the monsters in the elf empire, he had leveled up and gained quite a good number of stat points.

With them now, the increase in his strength would be massive.

“Stats,” Silva called out.

Name: Silva (evolved)

Race: Dark Dragon (80%), Human (20%)

Legacy: Dark Dragon Legacy (Awakened)

Magical Affinities: Summoning, Darkness, Abyss Magic

Mana: 5,000,000

EXP: 50,000/3,000,000

SP: 2,000,000

Level: 3 (evolved)

Strength: 40,000

Defense: 40,000

Speed: 40,000

Agility: 40,000

Intelligence: 53,240

Free stat points: 110,000

Strength: 60,000

Defense: 60,000

Speed: 60,000

Agility: 60,000

Intelligence: 73,240

Free stat points: 10,000

Without much thought, he put twenty thousand points into all of them, and that was all.

Drake returned to Silva and met him at the labyrinth.

“So what did they say?” Silva asked.

“They didn’t take it seriously. They didn’t believe that a small kingdom like us would make any moves.

They also demanded that we send back the envoy they sent, or they would make use of harsh methods to get him back,” Drake said, relaying everything they told him.

“This is stupid. Drake, let’s go. It’s time we release the abominations,” Silva said and started walking.

“Master, how many abominations do we have for this? It’s a whole kingdom that we are after,” Drake said.

“Well, I forced the labyrinth to make over ten thousand and cramp them up. So we have ten thousand of them ready to tear into the kingdom,” Silva said.

“I tend to forget the terrifying things that you can do, Master, and then you come around and surprise me even more,” Drake said.

“Honestly, Drake, you have no idea what I can really do, not even close. The me you see now is my weakest form. I’ve never shown anyone the real me,” Silva said.

Silva decided that he was going to add some spice into the war, so he contacted Kratos and told him to fly the wyvern army over to Olen.

When they arrived at the battlefront, Silva came with the man from yesterday, clad in full armor. The man was shivering as he stood there, but Silva refused to let him go.

The man looked around and saw abominations lined up, waiting to fight, and he felt terrified.

“Master, the kingdom has been surrounded in key locations. Do we make the move?” Drake asked.

“Begin the attack,” Silva said, and immediately all the abominations ran into the kingdom, their target the capital, but they would destroy all cities and towns on their way there.

The abominations ran through the smaller towns, wreaking havoc. The people in the towns were thrown into a panic as the hordes of abominations came to them.

The war broke out, and those that were to protect them could not hold up at all. They were torn apart limb by limb, and bodies of both fighters and the innocent began littering the floor.

Their blood soon covered the ground as the abominations mutilated them, but the guards of these towns fought with all they had, pushing themselves not to give up.

They never expected this war. It took them like a storm, and that was what Silva wanted. He wanted to burn them all to the ground.

“Kratos, begin your move. Burn them into cinders,” he said, and a few seconds later, the wyvern army with their riders flew above the kingdom, and they began releasing hell over the towns and cities.

Silva looked at the man that he had brought. The man was shivering at the sight of this war, but Silva didn’t care. He grabbed the man and leapt high into the air, took out his wings, and flew away.

He landed in a town that was locked in battle against some abominations, but they were slowly pushing the abominations back and winning.

“That’s a perfect place for you,” Silva said. He took out a helmet and placed it over the man’s head. The helmet would not come off no matter what, and it would make it seem like the man was hostile and a raging beast.

But the man didn’t know about that. Silva tossed his body into the battle. He landed on the ground roughly, struggled back to his feet, and looked at the human soldiers that were before him.

Immediately, he felt hopeful that they would help him, but in the next second, someone charged at him with a sword.

The man had little to no combat ability, but his hands moved on their own. He blocked the sword with his own sword and then kicked the man in his guts, sending him flying.

The man was immediately confused as to what was happening, but his body kept moving. He slashed and blocked, tearing down the people that stood before him.

He screamed as he did it, trying to say he was not the one doing it, but his screams sounded like victorious war cries.

He charged at the people and fought harder against his will, opening the opportunity for the abominations to attack the humans even more.

Finally, a mage found a clear shot and fired an ice lance at the man. The ice stuck into his chest, and he screamed in pain, but it sounded like a war cry, and the armor made him fight even more.

He ran toward the mage under the control of the armor. He leapt into the air to land a hit, but someone stabbed him from beneath with a spear and tossed his body to the ground.

The armor made him get back up immediately and attack again. He was bleeding badly, but his body kept moving regardless. He managed to get behind another person and stabbed him in the back and through the heart.

But that left him open, and someone used a spear to stab through his chest. He screamed again, and it sounded like an even louder war cry. The armor forced him to pull out the spear and snatch it from the person wielding it.

He used the spear and drove it into the neck of the person, killing him instantly. The man’s body was now riddled with holes and nearing his death.

But the armor somehow kept him going, pushing him to fight even more. He attacked the remaining humans in a final frenzy and killed over ten of them before he was riddled with too many holes, and his body could no longer sustain life.

So he fell to the ground and died there while Silva watched the whole thing from above.

“Drake, the Puppeteer Armor worked as you said it would. But I would have loved it if it were able to keep the person inside alive longer than it normally would.

Even if it means scorching their minds and turning them into zombies, make sure you gather some test subjects from this war. Leave anyone less than fourteen out of it; the rest are allowed,” Silva said.

“I understand, Master, and I’ll get to that soon. Also, Master, Lily informed me that the troops are ready to move out and join the war.

Also, the king of Olen has started countering with full force,” Drake said.

“That’s fine. Send in the full force, the Guardians as well, even Aris. Make sure they give it their all. Burn this kingdom to the ground and make it forgotten.

The abominations and the wyverns have started clearing out the little towns and cities. The journey to the capital should be unhindered,” Silva said.

He disconnected from Drake and looked down at the people fighting the abominations, and he had the urge to go down as well, so he did.

When he landed, he flashed an evil smile at them, his wings spread, his horns fully out, and his eyes glowing like a dragon.

“Finally, I’ll show you what a demon king looks like,” he said aloud and took out his sword.