Reincarnated with the Country System

Chapter 102 The Undead Assault (4)

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Aqua was fighting an undead.

The creature was a Merge Undead, an unholy amalgamation of countless undead melded together into a singular, twisted form, a B-rank undead.

Aqua slashed with her sword but she didn't attack the undead but hit the ground. This caused a crack in the ground causing the undead to fall to the ground.

"Use holy magic now quickly!"

Aqua shouted looking at the priests behind her.

The priests, trembling but resolute, began to cast spells. The air around them grew warm and bright as intricate, golden magic circles formed at their feet and hovered mid-air. A surge of holy energy burst forth. The creature let out an unearthly wail, its body writhing as the divine power seared through its corrupted form. It began to turn ash, and within moments, the monstrous undead was reduced to nothing but dust drifting on the wind.

Before Aqua could catch her breath, the thunderous sound of hooves echoed down the street. A group of cavalry knights galloped toward her.

"Lady Aqua, you have been given the order to quickly go to Wister Street where some of our knights and commoners are trapped. We need to go rescue them"

A knight got off his horse and led his horse towards Aqua.

Aqua nodded without hesitation. "Understood. Handle things here. I'll lead the rescue effort."

The knight handed her the reins of his horse, and Aqua mounted the horse. Pulling the reins sharply, she ordered the other riders. "Let's move out!"

The cavalry charged down the ruined streets. The undead that littered the path were trampled beneath the thundering hooves, their brittle bones shattering on impact. Aqua led the charge, her eyes scanning the devastated surroundings. Corpses of civilians and knights lay scattered, and buildings were damaged.

The stench of death was suffocating. Aqua tightened her jaw, suppressing the wave of nausea that threatened to rise.

After they took several turns in the road, they saw a being standing on the road, which made them all stop their horses.

The knights were scared. It was an undead who was wearing armour and had a sword in its hand.

"Wth! It's a Death Knight," one of the knights whispered, his voice quaking with terror.

The group froze. Because Death Knights were the highest species of undead. They were different from ordinary undead who were mindless. Death Knights were A-rank undead with combat skill, and the ability to command lesser undead.

"Lady Aqua, what do we do now!?" A knight said in a frightened voice.

Aqua looked at the Death Knight, who was standing on the road like a statue.

Aqua drew her sword and turned to her men. "It's just a dead man wearing armour! We are alive, and we have pride! We're knights of Britannia, the finest in the kingdom! There's one of it and a dozen of us! If we flee, we disgrace ourselves, our honour, and everything we stand for!"

Her words pierced through the knights' fear like sunlight breaking through a storm. They steadied their trembling hands and lowered their lances.

"Charge!" Aqua ordered

She pushed aside the broken wood and dirt, her body aching from the impact. She stepped between the Death Knight and the trembling squire, her sword pointed directly at the undead.

"Your fight is with me," she growled, her voice steady despite the pain coursing through her body.

Aqua Winter, Marquess of Wynter territory. She was not like other nobles who lived a life of luxury. She was born into the Wynter family at a time when the Wynter family was on the verge of collapse. Pirates plundered their ships, where corruption spread, leaving the family on the brink of ruin. As their wealth was lost and their influence diminished, Aqua grew up knowing only hardship. Even within the Britannia Royal Academy, the poison of their downfall followed her. While other noble children wore silk and expensive jewellery, she wore simple, sturdy clothes, which almost got her bullied. But she never gave up. She always worked hard. She trained with a brutality that belied her delicate frame, her wooden practice sword dull as she absorbed every lesson, every technique. She built himself into one of Britannia's most powerful knights and regained his family's honour. Aqua, who had fought her entire life without giving up, refused to give up today. She gripped her sword tightly, ready to fight.

The Death Knight paused locking onto Aqua. For a moment, it seemed to recognize her strength, and it lowered its blade slightly as if acknowledging her challenge.

The remaining knights used the opportunity to retreat, dragging their injured comrades to safety. Aqua didn't take her eyes off the Death Knight, her grip on her sword tightening.

The Death Knight let out a guttural growl, raising its cursed blade. The Death Knight moved, faster than she expected. A gust of black smoke erupted around its form as it blurred forward. Aqua's heart raced, but her body reacted without hesitation. She moved as though she was part of the wind itself, **"Moonlit Edge!"**

Her sword came alive in her hands, gleaming with silver light as she pivoted on her heel and slashed upward in a fluid, graceful arc. Her blade clashed with the cursed one. A shockwave of power rippled outwards from the impact, sending a wave of dust and debris scattering.

The Death Knight attacked again, slashing with deadly intent.

"You will not pass," Aqua shouted as she sidestepped, feeling the Death Knight's blade graze past her shoulder. It was close—too close. But Aqua was already moving again.

In one fluid motion, she spun behind the undead, her sword flashing with golden energy. **"Heaven's Fall!"** Aqua slashed downwards, her blade cutting through the air with a force that seemed to tear the very fabric of the wind. The strike hit the Death Knight's armor with a sickening crunch, sparks flying as the divine energy coursed through the undead creature, leaving a trail of golden light in its wake.

The Death Knight stumbled, a crack appearing in its armor. But it recovered quickly, swinging its sword in a wide arc, creating a vortex of darkness.

Aqua, however, anticipated the attack. **"Silent Gale."** With a breath, she tapped into her speed, vanishing in a blur, her movements indistinguishable from the wind itself. She appeared behind the Death Knight, delivering a series of rapid strikes. The blade flashed with unearthly speed, each cut drawing more blood-like darkness from the creature.

The Death Knight let out a low growl, swirling into black mist to avoid the relentless flurry of blows. Aqua's eyes tracked its every movement. This undead was fast, but it was still bound by rules—rules of reality that she would use against it.

**"Titan's Bane!"** Aqua surged forward, her sword glowing with the power of the earth itself. She brought it down with a powerful strike that shattered the ground beneath her feet, creating a massive shockwave. The Death Knight, now visible once more, staggered back from the force, its skeletal feet cracking the cobblestones beneath it.

Aqua took a step back, breathing heavily but never wavering.

The Death Knight's crimson eyes flickered with rage. It roared, a sound that seemed to shake the very air itself, before charging forward. Aqua could see the move—a strike so powerful it would cleave her in two. She had no room for error.

**"Dragoon's Fury!"**

With a defiant cry, Aqua leapt into the air, propelled by the sheer force of her legs, her sword raised high as she flew toward the Death Knight. The blade glowed with fiery energy, the power of a dragon channeling through her strike. The two forces collided in a spectacular explosion of light and darkness.

The shockwave tore through the city streets, sending debris flying in all directions. The sky itself seemed to ripple with the force of the clash. For a moment, everything went still.

Aqua landed gracefully, her feet lightly touching the ground. Her sword was still raised, glowing faintly with the aftereffects of the dragon's power. She looked up to see the Death Knight

Aqua took a step forward. **"Moonlit Edge,"** she whispered.

Her sword flashed with radiant light as she swung it in a swift, vertical arc. The Death Knight's head was severed clean from its body in a single, precise motion. The undead creature's body collapsed to the ground, its blood-blackened eyes dimming as its life force was extinguished.

But Aqua didn't stop. As the undead's body crumpled to the ground, she raised her sword one final time. **"Divine Requiem."**

A massive wave of holy light erupted from her sword. The last remnants of the Death Knight's body were obliterated by the divine energy, turning to dust.