SSS Ranked Reincarnation: Dark Dragon Legacy

The riot was calmed down after the king said he would do something, but the people were far from happy. How could they be?

They had lost ten people in total. That king didn't deserve the throne, and so they all decided he would be removed after their brothers were brought home.

There was no way they would sit and watch an evil murderer rule them. Today was a sad day for the capital, and the only joy that could come was the return of their people.

While they waited for the people to be returned, the adventurer guild mounted their best adventurers, warriors, and mages around the castle.

They watched the castle like hawks, and the moment the king tried to escape, they would kill him.

The rest of the people carried out a mass burial for those who died in the riot. With their bloodshot, teary eyes, they chanted against the king.

A unison built by one goal—his removal from the throne. A chaos brought about by one person, and one person alone: Silva.

Silva had taken the position of a devil. He had laid the seeds, and now it was growing into something else. He was indeed a demon.

After thirty minutes, everyone was watching, waiting to see what their king would say. They wanted to know if they would kill him immediately or allow him to finish bringing back the people who were trapped there.

The projectors came on, and the image of Silva seated on a throne was shown. He had a serious expression on his face as he began talking.

"It is now time to know what your king will do—that being that you ought to rule over you. What will he prioritize right now?" Silva said and made the view show their own king inside his throne room.

His face was stressed, and it was evident he was tired. Well, that was to normal eyes. Silva could see something was draining his energy—something was eating their king.

"I have decided that I will hand over what you have demanded. But this is not something I can send someone to give to you.

I have to handle it myself and also be sure that you release my people, which is why I will be coming over to your kingdom to meet you," the king said.

"Thank you for finally coming to your senses. To honor that, I will meet you halfway. I will head to my border, and you will meet me there.

I will have my people prepare to release your men so you can have them back," Silva said.

With that, some people could finally take a breath of relief, but the whole journey was not over. Silva disconnected the connection.

The king headed for where his wyvern would be. He mounted the wyvern and shot into the air. The adventurers saw this, but they all knew where he was going, so they let him.

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Silva arrived at the border earlier than the king, but after waiting for some time, the wyvern arrived with the king on its back.

The wyvern landed in front of Silva, and the king came down.

"Nice to see you actually came. Now before we continue, what is your name?" Silva asked.

"I am King Ezra," the king said and walked toward Silva. He took out a large book from his ring and handed it to Silva.

When Silva stretched out his hand, the book suddenly turned into a sword—the same sword that he had taken—and then he drove the sword forward to stab Silva.

Silva reacted fast and leaped back, escaping the attack. He looked at Ezra and spoke.

"A warrior king will never go down without a fight. You are that perfect definition. But do you know that sword is killing you?" Silva asked.

"It is a sacrifice worth your head," the king said without pause and charged at Silva.

His body was looking sickly, but he was immensely fast—too fast even. He slashed at Silva diagonally, but Silva sidestepped and dodged.

The blade hit the ground and caused an explosion that left a crater.

Silva quickly used Dragon's Eyes on the king to see what was happening.

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Level: 10 (Evolved)

Strength: 1,000,000

Defense: 1,000,000

Speed: 1,200,000

Agility: 1,200,000

Intelligence: 40,000

Immediately Silva saw the stats, he knew something was not right. The king should not have any stats in the millions.

Then there was the fact that his intelligence was falling far behind—it was way too little.

"Whatever it is that sword gave you, it is taking away something. That sword is weakening your intelligence as time goes on," Silva said.

"Shut the hell up," the king roared in a double voice—his normal voice and a deep resounding voice. He charged at Silva and slashed for his neck.

Silva took out his sword and blocked the attack. With the buff from his sword, it was not an issue to block the attack, but it still shifted him a couple of steps.

When he stopped, he used Flash Step to put some distance between them, but Ezra was already charging toward him again.

"That sword is taking over the king. I wonder what that sword really is," Silva said. He knew he had to deal with Ezra fast, or the sword would consume him.

So he dodged the next attack and summoned a clone. The clone took the Abyssal Blades, and its stats entered the millions.

The clone was able to use more refined techniques and skills than the king, who was slowly losing his mind.

But the king still had some muscle memory. The two clashed and exchanged blows. The clone moved swiftly and gracefully, but the king fought in a barbaric manner.

After a while, it became clear who had the upper hand—it was the clone. The king saw that he would lose, and like a remote control, the sword tried to pull him away from the fight.

But the clone used Flash Step and immediately slashed off the hand of the king. The remaining hand connected to the sword fell to the ground, and the clone caught the king.

But it wasn't over yet.