Reincarnated with the Country System

Queen Maria's sharp blue eyes fixated on the battle unfolding in the skies above. The clash between the undead dragon, and the strange flying machines from the Bernard Empire was unlike anything she had ever witnessed.

Maria gripped her hand. She had heard about the Bernard Empire's technological prowess, but seeing it in action was an entirely different matter. Their weapons were not merely tools of war; they were harbingers of destruction, designed to obliterate any enemy with brutal efficiency.

Her thoughts raced as the Cobra unleashed another salvo of rockets, shattering one of the dragon's wings. How could her kingdom, with its swords, shields, and magic, possibly hope to stand against a force like this? Even the most powerful mages in her court, masters of the arcane arts, seemed insignificant compared to the Bernard Empire's machines.

As the dragon let out its final, mournful roar and collapsed into dust, Maria felt a cold weight settle in her chest. This battle was more than a victory—it was a warning. A demonstration of what would happen should her kingdom dare to oppose them.

Queen Maria looks at Alberto standing behind her.

"Thank you very much for your help," Maria said, her voice steady but guarded.

Alberto chuckled lightly, folding his hands behind his back. "Ah, there's no need for that, Queen Maria. After all, we are allies, aren't we? It's only natural to offer assistance when needed."

"Nevertheless, Without your…machines, this battle could have ended in catastrophe."

Alberto stepped closer, "Tell me, Queen Maria, what do you think now about my Empire's strength?"

Maria met his gaze, her expression unreadable. "I think it's clear that your weapons are unlike anything we've ever faced. Their power is…undeniable."

"Ah, good," Alberto said, nodding as if her words were exactly what he wanted to hear. "You're quick to understand the reality of things. Many rulers would cling to pride, to outdated notions of valour and magic, but you, Queen Maria, are more pragmatic. That's what I admire about you."

Maria's eyes flickered with irritation at his condescending tone, but she kept her composure. "If you have something to say, Emperor Alberto, say it plainly."

Alberto laughed, a deep, resonant sound that carried no warmth. "Very well. I'm sending my people to finish off the remnants of the undead forces. While your kin...

Before Alberto could finish speaking, a deafening explosion shook the air. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and a section of the district wall crumbled into rubble with a thunderous crash.

They turned toward the source of the noise. Dust and debris filled the air, obscuring the massive breach in the wall. As the dust settled, an ominous shadow emerged—

The creature was a grotesque amalgamation of bones and bodies, its upper torso composed of fused rib cages and ten leering skulls. Each skull seemed to move independently, its hollow eyes glowing with an eerie green necrotic light. Its right shoulder bore a spiked ossified pauldron; Its upper limbs are asymmetrical as the right hand is skinny while the left is a massive four-fingered claw with a nail impaled at the centre. The Undead wears a tattered robe that exposes its upper torso, while the bottom part is covered with multiple chains.

The Knight captain quickly came forward and said, "Everyone, hurry up! This is the Dead Lord! Protect Her Majesty!"

In an instant, the knights formed a protective line in front of Queen Maria, their shields raised and weapons at the ready.

"Why it's here!?"
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"How did it get here? How did we not notice it?" one of the knights muttered, his voice trembling.

"It wasn't there when we approached the wall," another said, his eyes darting to the breach. "It's as if it just…appeared."

Maria, standing behind the line of knights, felt a surge of unease. The Dead Lord was unlike anything she had seen before. It exuded a palpable aura of necrotic energy, an oppressive force that seemed to sap the strength of those around it.

The monster let out a guttural roar, a bone-rattling. The skulls on its chest and shoulders chattered in unison, a discordant cacophony that sent shivers down the spines of everyone present.

The Dead Lord took another step forward, its massive claw scraping against the stone floor and leaving deep gouges in its wake. The knights braced themselves as the creature raised its claw high, preparing to strike.

"Shield wall!" Knight Captain shouted.

The knights moved, their shields locking together in a defensive formation. The Dead Lord's claw came crashing down with tremendous force, slamming into the shields and sending a shockwave. Several knights were knocked backwards, but the line held.

"Prepare the court mages!" Maria commanded her voice firm and resolute. "We need every ounce of magic we have to bring this thing down!"

One of her advisors nodded and rushed off to summon the mages. Meanwhile, the Dead Lord let out another roar, its many skulls snapping and gnashing their teeth. It swung its thin, skeletal arm toward the knights, swatting two of them aside like ragdolls.

"Quickly take the queen into the palace!" Several knights rush to fight the undead. Others try to get Alberto and Maria safely into the palace.

The Dead Lord, however, was relentless. With a bone-chilling roar, it lashed out again, its claw sweeping through the ranks of knights. Their shields and armour provided little protection against the sheer force of the creature's blows. One by one, they fell, their attempts to slow the beast proving futile. It looks at its target, the one it was summoned to kill, heading towards Maria and Alberto.

Suddenly, gunfire erupted from the rear. The ISSD members, armed with M16s, opened fire on the undead creature. Bullets tore through the air, striking the Dead Lord's skeletal frame. Chunks of bone splintered and shattered, but the undead hardly seemed to notice. Some soldiers hurled grenades, the explosions tearing through the surrounding knights as well as the Dead Lord. Smoke and debris filled the air, and the screams of injured men added to the cacophony.