The King,s Reincarnation

Arrows surrounded the entire palace of the Kingdom of Bahda, fire burning in several places, thousands of bodies lying covered in blood, heads that were separated from the countless body.

The Kingdom of Bahda led by King Zakra was successfully controlled by the kingdom of Namla, the head of King Zakra and his family was hung on the walls of the gate was shown to the people who were still alive when they had lost the leader.

Screaming the people of the people were welcomed by the laughter of the Royal Namla family, after all the efforts they finally got what they wanted.

Bug bug bug.

The sound of a kick sounded very loud, a 17 -year -old young man who just opened his eyes pulled the legs of someone who kicked him and made one of the kicking him fall.

"How dare you kick the king," Akra said, stood up, his eyes looked at some of the people who were still surrounding him.

"See he goes crazy because we kick him," said another teenager.

"Ha ha ha." The sound of laughter filled the surrounding Akra.

Akra frowned and looked unhappy, how dare those who were in front of him currently laughed at him.

"We just finish him," said the man who previously fell because Akra pulled his feet.

Akra is increasingly unhappy and prepares to attack the people in front of him.

Braaaaaaaak, braaaaaaaak, braaaaaaak.

In a few attacks all in front of Akra fell, Akra's movements looked very fast they did not have the opportunity to avoid.

"How can we go, we leave now," said someone who got up and ran away.

All who were still lying rushed up and immediately left Akra himself, in the middle of the field Akra stood alone watching the surroundings, from his vision at this time Akra knew that he was on the outskirts of the city of Zad the city that became his power.

Akra, who is still not aware that at this time he is on a different body, only continues to walk straight, Akra knows not far from his place at this time there is a river whose water is very clear river that is commonly used by soldiers to clean themselves before entering the citywill be passed towards his kingdom.

On the banks of the Akra river prepared to throw himself, he had not had time to throw himself in surprise and immediately held his face.

"Whose face is this? This is not my body," Akra said.

Akra did not believe what he saw, how could he who was old became very young, not only that he had not even been similar to his current face.

Akra who feels strange is that his face suddenly feels his headache, memory after memory spinning in his head, the body which is currently named Akra names that are not much different from the name, Zakra, Akra is only an ordinary young man who has no parents and only liveswith old grandfather.

Akra is always oppressed because only he himself does not have cultivation and does not study anywhere, Akra is considered everyone is useless because he only silences with his grandfather and only comes out while looking for food, coincidentally at that time his grandfather was sick and could not come to go toThe city to buy some needs, when he arrived in the city of Akra was instead dragged to the suburbs and was beaten to lose its life.

Remembering all the memory clearly Akra clenched his fists very tightly, he was previously a king how could be oppressed.

"Alright, because I am currently possessing your body I will take good care of your revenge on them, you rest calmly and from now on your name will be my name," Akra said.

Akra plunged himself into the water after removing his clothes, at this time his body was filled with bruised wounds Akra thought not surprised that the owner of the previous body died because he was beaten up like that.

After bathing, I leaned his body under a large tree, when he beat up some people Akra realized that his body had no cultivation, but he was a king and before becoming a king his cultivation was very high and because he was a descendant of the king he hadspecial talent.

"Haaaaah, that talent may not be in this body," he said.

"Wait, the owner of this body still has a grandfather I have to go home immediately, later the grandfather will look for him," Akra murmured, getting up.

Akra walked home as if he had memorized the road to his house, from a distance the thick black smoke that was seen made Akra had been silent, the smoke came from the house of the previous body owner Akra suddenly seemed to have a bad feeling.

Akra ran as fast as possible to his house, sure enough when he arrived there the fire devoured out of his house, Akra took water from the well and pouring it into his body, after looking for a gap Akra rushed into the house.

Arriving inside Akra saw the body of the grandfather of the owner of the previous body that had been burned and crushed by some wood that was still burning fire, Akra who did not care about anything immediately carried the grandfather's body out, Akra did not even care about his own body that was burned.

He laid the grandfather of the owner of the previous body under a tree not far from the burning house, Akra covered the body of the grandfather wearing his shirt that had previously been removed, while watching the house that was still burning and continued to think who was very heart to burn the houseThere are still people in it.

"Very cruel, like my promise I will be a from your dendints and grandfather to those who have hurt you, will make them feel more painful than you feel," Akra said, clenching his hands, his grudges looked very burning.