SSS Ranked Reincarnation: Dark Dragon Legacy

The bright light spread all over and devastated the already destroyed planet, also consuming the angel as well.

[You have killed a weeping angel]

[You have gained 5000 SP] x10

[You have leveled up, 100 SP]

Silva finally killed it. He had spent so much energy to kill that angel and had even sustained serious damage for the first time in a while.

Silva fell on his butt, tired and exhausted, his breathing haggard and forced. As he sat there on the shattered world, he suddenly felt a great pressure on him. He looked up quickly and saw a figure in the distance.

It was an eight-winged weeping angel. It released so much energy and aura that Silva could not breathe. His heart rate increased, and he started sweating.

"Why? Why does it feel like I am about to die right now? Why does it feel like that angel could kill me in one move?" Silva asked himself.

He tried to stand up, but the pressure increased severalfold, slamming him into the ground. Silva couldn't believe that this angel suppressed him with only pressure. How large was the difference in their strength that would enable this?

"I fail to see why the generals asked us to take you down, you puny human. You may have managed to kill a six-winged, but he was of the lowest level of six wings—a newly evolved six-wing. If it had been anyone higher with more experience, you would have died.

This dimension is vanishing since the owner is dead; hence I can't kill you. But in due time, your head will be taken to the Great One." The angel spoke from a distance, and Silva heard it. A portal formed behind the angel, and it went in.

When the portal closed, Silva could finally breathe well. The dimension vanished, and he returned to the forest, laying on the ground. He sat up and dragged himself to a tree.

He sat there for a bit, processing the fight and everything that had happened. He came to realize every day that there was a bigger story outside this world, and he was yet to finish the issues of this world, yet he was engaging in things beyond.

"Well, whatever happens, I'll be ready for it. I'll get strong enough to deal with all the issues..."

Silva recalled that he had received a message from Ophelia, so he checked it there.

[Some information on the weeping angels]

[Your next task]

Silva was shocked to see that Ophelia had managed to send him information on the weeping angels. They were his biggest threat, and Ophelia knew that. Silva wondered what methods she used to bypass Order.

He decided that he would read the task first. Then, he would read the information on the weeping angels.

[Congratulations for completing all tasks so far. As usual, the information I can pass to you is limited, but at the very least, I can tell you a bit more than before.

Now that you are stronger, you are closer to godhood, and the time for discussions that Order allows me to have with you is a bit deeper than before.

Now about the continuation of your task: The empire—you have to lay a very strong foothold in the empire and watch them, or else they might end the world.]

The message ended there, and Silva read the last one with a bit of understanding as to why the empire would cause the end of the world. The empire was carrying out reckless experiments with powers they knew nothing about. An example was the synthetic demon blood.

"I guess I'll have to start making moves soon," Silva said. He went ahead to check the information on the weeping angels.

[The weeping angels are a race created by the powerful being ####### to serve its selfish purpose of becoming more powerful. Weeping angels are neither alive nor dead; they exist on a spectrum that no other race can.

They are well-versed in speed attacks and can cover great distances in split seconds. They are statues when looked at, yet they are indestructible in that state. But when backs are turned to them, they move very fast and end the enemy.

Their power level can be roughly estimated using the wings on their backs. The higher the number, the more powerful they are.

A two-winged angel is regarded as the foot soldier, the weakest of the angels. A four-winged angel is several times stronger than the two-winged. You would need about twenty two-winged to take down a four-winged.

After the four-winged comes the six-winged, known as the captains. Their strength is truly recognized. Beyond them is the eight-winged, the elites that only move under the direct orders of the generals, the ten-winged.

And the last angel, known as the primordial weeping angel, is one of the first—the twelve-winged angel, the only one who speaks directly to the #######.

Even within these levels, there still exists massive power differences due to the time and experience gathered in that level.]

"What a set of terrifying beings. So there exist more above that eight-winged angel—ten and twelve. If they had come for me, I would have ended up dead for sure. There's no sugarcoating that," Silva said. He got back on his feet with a determined expression.

He had to get stronger. He had to get strong enough to take out the being that was sending pawns against him.

Silva was about to head back to the castle, but a portal opened in front of him, and Amber leaped through it, grabbing Silva in a hug and pushing him to the ground. Silva looked confused. He looked at who had jumped on him, and when he saw Amber, he immediately moved to remove her, but her arms held him tight.

"What the hell are you doing here, and how did you find me?" Silva asked. She let out a little giggle and spoke.

"Give me a kiss, and I'll tell you."

"Forget it," Silva said and turned his head away.