Reincarnated with the Country System

The ISSD members and soldiers inside the Hollow Palace were getting ready.

Carl, the commander of the ISSD, stood in his quarters reviewing recent intelligence when the door burst open. A soldier, visibly out of breath, hurried inside.

"Sir, the emergency bell of the capital is ringing!" the soldier reported, his voice laced with anxiety.

Carl's eyes narrowed. "What's going on? Why is the bell sounding?"

"We don't know the full details yet, Sir, but it seems the capital is under attack."

Carl felt a cold dread settle in his chest but didn't let it show. "Get every available soldier ready immediately! Prepare all our vehicles and helicopters. His Majesty is at the Britannia Royal Palace. We must get there and ensure his safety at all costs."

The soldier saluted crisply. "Yes, Sir!"

Carl strode to the window of his room, where he could already see dark plumes of smoke rising in the distance. The sky above the capital was painted with streaks of black and grey. {Why did this have to happen now? Damn! I hope he's safe until we reach him}

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On the other hand, several Wyverns are roaming the skies of Barta. There were over a hundred Hippogriffs and Wyverns to protect the capital's skies, all of which are now flying in the sky.

A Wyvern raider named Emal is flying in the sky with his companions. From his vantage point, Emal could see the devastation below. The undead moved like a relentless tide, consuming everything in their path.

As Emal's sharp eyes scanned below, he spotted a family—a man, a woman, and a small child—desperately running through the streets. Behind them, a grotesque undead creature that resembled a fox gave chase, its decayed flesh hanging from its bones, and its glowing red eyes locked onto its prey.

"Hold steady!" Emal barked at his Wyvern as he nocked an arrow onto his bow. Drawing back the string with precision, he aimed for the fox. The arrow flew, piercing the creature's skull and dropping it instantly. The family hesitated for a brief moment, looking up at Emal with expressions of gratitude before continuing their escape.

"Damn it! What are those bastard necromancers playing at? Are they trying to wipe out the whole city?"

"Have you heard the rumours? They say the necromancers raised every corpse in the National Cemetery."

"Based on the amount of undead we've seen so far, I think it's true."

"But how did they do it? There are hundreds of thousands of graves in the National Cemetery. It would take a lot of dark magic to raise that many dead. It's impossible even for an S-rank necromancer."

"Maybe... but what if they've found something? Some kind of artefact or forbidden relic that amplifies their power?"

".... I heard that a dragon was killed by the Great Hero four or five years ago and was later buried near the national cemetery. If it also... "

"Hey, I've heard about it too; it is a myth because no dragon bodies have been found around the cap...

Their conversation was cut short by a sudden, deafening roar. They looked up just in time to see a massive undead dragon, its skeletal wings blotting out the moonlight, rising above the city. Its hollow eye sockets glowed with an ominous red light, and its roar sent waves of fear.

"By the gods, So it's true!"

Emal tightened his grip on his bow, his face set with determination. "This just got a whole lot worse." Your journey continues on My Virtual Library Empire

The undead dragon let out another earth-shaking roar, its sound reverberating through the capital like thunder. Its massive wings flapped slowly, each beat stirring up powerful gusts of wind. Below, the streets were chaos—citizens screamed, knights shouted orders, and the undead pushed further into the heart of the city, their relentless march unstoppable.

Emal exchanged a grim look with comrades. "We can't let that thing wreak havoc unchecked," Emal said, tightening his grip on the reins of his Wyvern. "If it starts attacking from the skies, the city is finished."

"Agreed. But taking down an undead dragon isn't something we're equipped for. Even with all of us, it's suicide."

"I know," Emal admitted. "But if we don't at least slow it down, thousands more will die. We'll figure something out. Rally the squadron!"

He gave a sharp whistle, signalling to the other Wyvern riders nearby. One by one, they formed up behind Emal, their expressions a mix of fear and determination. Emal raised his voice to address them. "Listen up! That thing in the sky is our priority. If we don't stop it, the capital will fall. Stay in formation and aim for its wings. Grounding it is our best chance!"

The riders shouted their acknowledgement, though hesitation was clear in their eyes. None of them had ever faced something like this before. Emal didn't blame them—he was just as terrified—but there was no time for doubt.

The squadron ascended, their Wyverns circling around the massive undead dragon. Arrows and spears began flying through the air, but the dragon's decayed. Its glowing red eyes locked onto the squadron, and with a guttural snarl, it unleashed a torrent of dark fire. The black flames streaked through the sky, burning several riders.

"Spread out!" Emal shouted. "Don't bunch up—keep moving!"

The Wyvern riders darted in and out, their attacks aimed at the dragon's wings. A few lucky strikes managed to tear through the leathery membranes, but the damage wasn't enough to bring it down. The dragon roared in fury, swiping at the riders with its massive claws. One unfortunate rider was struck, his Wyvern spiralling out of control before crashing into a building below.

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**Meanwhile, back at the Hollow Palace...**

Carl and his team had mobilized. Helicopters roared to life on the palace's landing pads, and armoured vehicles lined up in the courtyard. Soldiers armed with rifles, and enchanted weapons were preparing for battle. Carl turned to his second-in-command, Lieutenant Grace.

"How long until we're ready to move?" Carl asked, his voice steady despite the chaos.

"Five minutes, Sir. All units are being deployed to secure the his majesty," Grace replied.

Then, another soldier ran up, a look of panic on his face. "Commander Carl! Reports just came in—a massive undead dragon has been spotted in the sky."

"An undead dragon? Are you certain?"

"Yes, Sir."