SSS Ranked Reincarnation: Dark Dragon Legacy

Chapter 185: mysterious sword

The king of Aragon sat on his throne, the anger in him evident. He was breathing hard, and his fists were tightly clenched.

His council and nobles were all scared to talk, as they looked at him, waiting to see what he would do.

"That brat! I want his head, I want his head!" the king said, slamming his hand down on the throne and cracking it.

"How dare he kill my men? How dare he disrespect me like this?" the king said in anger.

One of the councilmen gathered the courage to speak. "My lord, we were the ones that attacked first, and that makes this a legal war.

And what they are doing now is part of the war. None of our men have tried to surrender, so that means they are still warriors in war.

Surely the king of that kingdom wants to spite you and make you enraged, and it is working to his advantage.

We have to take a step back and think. We have realized that our enemies are not as weak and disoriented as we expected them to be.

They are smart and evidently have some powerful people among them. To be able to trap an army of two thousand, they must have expected them and laid out the trap.

That makes us know that we aren't dealing with careless people. I know that our method of attack has always been to force through everything with superior power.

But it seems we have met an enemy capable of countering this method. So what we need to do is step back and plan. If not, we will lose two thousand men.

Even with our forces, losing two thousand men will be a very heavy blow to us," the man said.

"You mean to say that I am unable to manage my men?" the king asked in anger.

"No, not at all. Why would I dare say that? What I am saying is that if we spend a little time thinking things through and lay out a solid plan,

we might be able to save more men that way and also take down our enemies along the way," the man said.

The king walked up to him with heavy steps and looked the man dead in the eyes.

"Do you have a plan?" the king asked. The man could hardly breathe with the king's overbearing aura pressing down on him.

"Yes, I do. I have a plan. It may take a little time and resources, but I believe we can pull it off," the man said.

"Fine, tell us," the king said as he returned to his throne. The man let out a deep sigh of relief.

"My king, if we were to use the wyvern army to attack, it would be far better. If we send out the whole wyvern army and they flew above the clouds, we would be invisible.

From up there, we swoop down and cause havoc all around. By then, our best men would have come close to that town and started breaking the dome from the outside.

The enemy will be focused on trying to stop the wyvern army while we release the men. When the men are released, that would mean we have extra forces to push more.

We can then push with the soldiers and fight alongside the wyvern army, taking down the enemy with such force." The man finished his plan, and it made a lot of sense to all of them.

The king groaned, stroked his beard, and kept groaning.

"This plan actually seems decent. I believe it might work now that I think about it," the king said.

"Send word to the wyvern army and make them ready to fly out in one hour. We must move fast because we are losing my men every few minutes.

I can't allow the enemy to take out my army like that. You are all dismissed. Go and make our win happen," the king said.

Everyone got up, bowed their heads to the king, and left the hall. After everyone left, the king stood up and walked to a door to the left of the throne.

He walked through the door and then took a turn into another door that started leading downwards. As he passed, the torches on the walls started lighting up.

He walked with a steady pace and got to a metal door. He took out a key and unlocked the door. He went in, and at the center was a sword on a platform.

The sword was very large and one-edged, pulsing with purple veins. The man walked close to the platform and looked at the blade. Experience the adventure on m|vl_em|p_yr

The glow of the sword shined in his eyes, and his arm stretched out to touch the blade. He held the handle, and his head shot back immediately.

His eyes glowed purple, and his veins bulged with a purple color. He began shouting like he was in pain, but the shout shifted to laughter.

After a minute or so, he let go of the blade. His breathing was heavy, and he let out a laugh again, his eyes still glowing.

He finally calmed down and walked out of the room, shutting the door and locking it with the key.

Inside the quiet room of the sword, a high-frequency sound filled the air. From the blade of the sword, a grotesque eye popped out.

It looked around for a bit, then focused on the door for a while before disappearing into the blade again.

The king walked out and headed back into the throne room. He took his seat, feeling all-powerful and refilled. The sword had been a source of growth for him.

Whenever he went in there and touched it, he became stronger and more refined. He received that blade through mysterious means, he wasn't even sure how himself,

until the first day he touched it and was filled with power. Since then, he kept it safe and used it every time.