SSS Ranked Reincarnation: Dark Dragon Legacy

"I see. Then it seems the enemy's plan is already flawed from the start. You see, they are sending an army of a hundred wyverns toward us.

The issue is that they lack information and don't know I am a dragon. Now, seeing the information you gave me, it simply means my presence will take control of them," Silva said.

"Sadly for them, they are up against one of the most powerful dragon races," Kratos said.

"Well, that will be all, Kratos. You can head back and continue what you were doing," Silva said and dismissed him. Kratos bowed his head and flew away.

Silva focused back on his meal, eating slowly and waiting for the enemies.

After thirty minutes, the enemy arrived within range. Silva smiled and transformed into his dragon form. He shot into the air, far above the clouds.

He flew toward the enemies who had just entered the border.

He got there but flew far above them so they could not see him. He flew in circles, watching them.

After a while, the wyvern army was ready to start their attack, but that was when Silva intervened.

He roared so loudly that it shook the skies. His voice boomed across the area, and all the wyverns, as well as their riders, could hear it.

Immediately, all the wyverns stopped, then they started shaking and throwing down their riders. The riders fell, screaming.

But one of the riders refused to let go—the captain. He struggled with the wyvern and refused to allow it to throw him off.

He took out his sword and stabbed it into the wyvern's neck. The wyvern let out a loud cry, unable to shake its head or fight back, so it obediently obeyed.

The captain forced the wyvern to fly up toward Silva, but Silva could not be bothered with him. Silva roared again, and that made all the wyverns attack the captain.

It was as if Silva had taken absolute control of them. The wyverns slammed into the captain, knocking him off the wyvern.

The captain fell to the ground, but due to his high level, he didn't die or take much damage.

Silva flew into the midst of the wyverns, and all of them surrounded him. Silva could understand all that they were saying, and all of them were simply saluting him.

"This is quite funny. Aragon's people are truly clowns," Silva thought.

He gazed down at the men on the ground; some were injured, and some were able to stand back up.

But Silva had no plans to let them go at all, so he made all the wyverns start attacking the men, killing all one hundred of them.

Even the captain, who was much stronger, could not hold out and was turned into meat paste. When all of them were killed, Silva had the wyverns stay on the ground and wait for him.

He came down and transformed back into human form. He took out his recording crystal and connected it to the king of Aragon, using the one with the clone as the intermediary.

Immediately, the hologram of the king appeared. Silva flashed a smile—a smile of victory.

"It seems you underestimated me gravely, Your Highness. You had the audacity to send your wyvern army against a dragon.

Did you not consider the possibility that I, a dragon, would take control of them? Did that thought not cross your mind, or were you just stupid?

Not to mention the fact that they are all weak wyverns under level one hundred. They haven't evolved at all.

A single word from me, a higher dragon, would surely warp their minds and make them obey me," Silva said.

He didn't know if what he was saying was entirely true, but he added it to make his words more impactful and powerful.

He controlled the crystal and used it to video the entire group of wyverns so the king could see. When he was done, he brought it back to himself.

Silva could see the king seething in rage and about to explode. This was not part of the plan at all.

The wyvern army was one of their most elite forces, a unit gathered and trained since they were little, specifically to control wyverns.

Each wyvern was taken at a young age and raised to full maturity. The wyverns had been part of their kingdom for many years, so losing all of them in one day was a heavy blow.

And then there was the look on Silva's face. The king hated that look; it made his blood boil, but there was nothing he could do.

"You see, King of Aragon, wyverns are beasts, and like all other beasts, they will obey a being of a similar race rather than humans. You should do more research.

I'll send you the next video of your men in the dome as I kill three hundred of them to prove a point—a point that says, don't attack the dragon," Silva said as he disconnected.

Immediately after he disconnected, the king rose from his throne. Using his immense strength, he pulled the throne from its place and hurled it across the room.

He roared in anger and punched the wall. The council, who had returned some time ago, remained silent, scared they might lose their heads if they spoke.

The king turned suddenly to look at the man who had proposed this plan. He pointed at the man.

"Bring him to me," he said. The guards moved immediately, surrounding the man before he could even think of running or moving.

They dragged the man and threw him before the king.

"You are the one who suggested that plan, and so you will bear the punishment for its failure.

Your head will be compensation enough," the king said. The man immediately started trembling. He tried to plead, but the king kicked his mouth and sent him flying.

The king stretched out his hand, and a guard gave him a sword. The king approached the man. The man tried to back away and beg, but before he could, his head left his shoulders.