SSS Ranked Reincarnation: Dark Dragon Legacy

After Lia finally calmed down, Silva looked at Quin. “Why are you alone? Where is she?” he asked.

Quin understood who he was asking about. Quin didn’t speak for a while; he looked at Silva in the eyes, his breath became heavy, and his fists trembled.

“She… she didn’t make it. I wasn’t strong enough to protect her. I wasn’t strong enough to protect anyone—not Mike, not Dad and Mum, and not even my own wife,” Quin said, struggling to keep himself standing.

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“Don’t beat yourself over it, bro. It was my fault, and I’ll make sure I fix it,” Silva said.

“Don’t blame yourself. You tried to stop this from happening. It was not your fault—you can’t do everything for us,” Quin said.

“Today, we bury those that we can bury, but we will not mourn anyone. We don’t deserve to mourn them. Rather, we are going to take the fight to them and get vengeance.

The empire wanted war, right? We will give that to them. They wanted to end us all, so we will end it all. Silva, declare the next great war, and it will not stop until the empire is burnt to the ground,” Silva said. He helped Lia get up and got up himself.

He looked around a bit and didn’t see Sage. “Where is Sage?”

“She went after her mother. When she discovered her mother had escaped, she went after her,” Dawn said.

“I see. That’s fine,” Silva said. He started walking away, and Lily called to him. “Where are you going?” she asked.

“To go make the army for the war,” Silva said. He walked away, found a place to sit, and closed his eyes. Immediately, he got into the summoning plane.

The clones were all there already, waiting for him, and they knew what was on his mind.

Immediately, he carried out the process for opening the portal to the abyss, and as he did, this time, not just one abyssal monster came out, but tons and tons. He kept pouring mana into the spell until there were more than five hundred of them.

The summoning site was filled with these creatures, and all of them were ready to rip Silva and his clones apart.

They rushed all at the same time, trying to rip him and the clones into bits.

Inside a massive throne room, a disgruntled old man sat on a throne built of crystals. His hair was all grey, yet it carried a shiny elegance. He wore a purple royal robe with golden designs on it.

His posture suggested that he didn’t want to get excited, yet somehow he still looked mighty in that pose.

His eyes were deep and black like the abyss. He focused on the mighty metal doors of the throne room as if he knew they would soon open.

A few seconds later, the doors slowly opened, and two men dressed in the robes of bishops walked in. Their expressions held genuine anger as they walked to the king.

In a rush, two guards inside the throne room ran and grabbed two chairs. The chairs were not extremely elegant, but enough to show that these people were important.

The men sat down without even waiting for the man on the throne to allow them to sit. They didn’t hide their anger for even a second.

“What do I owe the visit of two bishops of the Holy Kingdom today?” the man spoke. His tone was neither excited nor respectful, showing that he didn’t care.

“Keep all the small talk aside, Emperor. The issue at hand is greater than that,” one of the bishops spoke.

“An archbishop would have been the one to see you, if not for the fact that the pope called all of them to a meeting after news of what happened reached us,” the second bishop said.

“What news is that? I have not been informed of any news that would make the pope restless. The only reason I am here is because I was told that the Holy Empire sent their bishops on very important matters,” the emperor said.

“Is that so? Do you mean to tell me that you have not gotten the news of what happened at the kingdom of that demon king candidate you sent your men to?” the bishop asked.

“If it is about killing the demon king candidate, I asked my men to ensure that they do not kill him. As much as we, the empire, are ready for war, we understand that the pope will not allow it yet,” the emperor said.

“I can see what game you are playing here—trying to make it seem like the Holy Kingdom is filled with wimps and unable to fight,” one bishop said.

“Is that not true? Are you not all unable to fight?” the emperor asked.

“Enough of this bantering. That is not the issue at hand. The issue at hand is that you used one of the hero candidates as a rat in their system, and now she is dead,” the second bishop interrupted them and said.

The emperor froze when he heard that. He stared at the bishop and saw that the bishop was not joking. He got up from his throne. “What did you say?” he asked.

“Remember that the Holy Kingdom has the one that can see and keep an eye on all the hero candidates to ensure that they are alive.

Today, when your attack kicked into place, the hero candidate Leah initially had success, but she soon met with the demon king candidate, and he killed her.

The next generation of heroes is down by one—just less than a month before they were to receive their blessings.

Your careless and reckless actions have caused a heavy setback for us. But that is not all. The pope wants to know what those creatures you released are.

They look like the demons that were drawn in times past. He has had his suspicions, but never did he think that you would actually do something as insane as creating a demon of your own for the sake of war.”