Reincarnated as the Weakest Magical Beast-Chapter 99: Amaras battle first stage (2)

Despite fighting these undead for the first time, Emilia had already figured out the most efficient way to clear them.

Because honestly—despite being called an army—these undead were anything but.

A real army moved with discipline and coordination, each unit acting in formation. But this... this was chaos. The undead stumbled around mindlessly, bumping into one another, getting in the way of their own attacks. Perhaps their rotted brains no longer understood the concept of strategy, or maybe there was simply no one here to command them right now.

They were little more than a horde of bodies running on instinct.

Take the archers and mages, for example. The moment they locked onto Emilia, they unleashed their spells and arrows wildly, without even checking what stood between them and their target!

And Emilia took full advantage of that.

By constantly moving and weaving through the battlefield, she made sure that other zombies were always between her and the ranged units. The result? Their spells and arrows struck their own allies instead of her!

Fireballs detonated across the field, taking out clusters of their own kind. Explosions roared, shaking the ground and showering her in blood and gore. Emilia smirked, watching her enemy destroy itself.

Of course, she and Mimi didn’t get any experience from those kills—since technically, they hadn’t landed the final blows.

But that didn’t matter right now. They weren’t here to grind experience, they were here to speedrun!

If anything, Emilia was starting to get frustrated.

"These guys are too weak..." she muttered under her breath, slicing through another undead warrior with ease. "Tch. I hope Amaras won’t be this disappointing."

And at the same time—

FWWOOOM!

She spun in a graceful arc, her twin blades leaving trails of black flame. Three zombie warriors were decapitated in a single motion!

[Ding!]

[Zombie Warriors defeated: 202/200]

[Stage 1 of 3: The Army of Death completed!]

[Time taken: 10 minutes!]

And just like that, the first phase was over.

As soon as the notification appeared before them, the entire horde froze mid-motion—as if time itself had suddenly stopped.

***

Meanwhile...

"Haha, she’s really level thirty-three? Are you freaking serious?" Aron muttered in disbelief as he watched Emilia tear through the battlefield like a storm. He knew she was strong—but this strong? "Hey, are you sure she’s not secretly a level hundred in disguise?" he added, half-joking but half-serious, turning to Mimi with a stunned grin.

"Damn... Fluffytail, your master is truly amazing!" Mary gasped, eyes wide. "Ten minutes to solo clear stage one—that’s insane! Even a full party would need at least triple that time! And not a single hit landed on her either!"

"Oh crap, you’re right!" Aron exclaimed, noticing the five shields of light rotating around Emilia.

"Yeah! At this rate, we might actually pull this off!" Mary said excitedly.

"Meow!" Mimi chimed in proudly, her fluffy tail swaying from side to side as Mary held her close.

Well, the reason they called her Fluffytail was that since Emilia didn’t want to let those two know her real name, she’d made up that name. Still a terrible naming sense as ever! But at least that wouldn’t stick for long.

Anyway, the first stage was done. Two more remained.

As the battlefield froze in eerie silence, they had a brief ten-second window before the next stage began.

Normally, this time would be a golden opportunity to refresh buff durations or for brief healing.

"Miss Elise!" Mary called out. "Are you okay? Do you need us to refresh your buffs?"

Emilia glanced over her shoulder and simply shook her head, giving a firm thumbs-up, signaling to the group that she was fine and didn’t need it. Not yet.

Since she’d cleared the first wave so quickly, both Aron’s Protection Shields of Light and Mary’s Hunter’s Swiftness still had plenty of time left—over twenty minutes of duration, in fact.

And there was another reason Emilia stayed apart from the group:

She didn’t want everyone clustered in one spot when the next stage began.

So instead—

"Please, protect Fluffytail for me!" Emilia shouted over the echoing silence.

And Aron immediately bumped his chest with his fist and said with conviction,

"Yes! I will protect the Noctifelis with my life!"

"Yeah! You can count on us, Miss Elise!" Mary added with fiery determination.

"Good." Emilia nodded once.

Then she turned back toward the center of the battlefield, tightening her grip on her swords. The air was heavy and still, and around her feet lay the mangled flesh of the defeated. She closed her eyes for a moment, drew in a long breath, and centered herself—ready to face whatever came next.

Good thing her sense of smell was still numbed though.

And soon... time was up.

[Ding!]

[Stage 2 of 3: The Eternal Deathguards!]

[Objective: Defeat Amaras’ five loyal undead commanders!]

***

The instant the notification appeared, the frozen army of undead began to crumble. It started with the nearest zombies, with their decayed flesh crackling and flaking away like burnt parchment. Then, like a chain reaction sweeping across the battlefield, every single undead soldier collapsed into black ash.

The disintegration was both beautiful and horrifying. Hundreds of corpses—warriors and mages alike—dissolved at once into dark particles that drifted upward like inverted rain. The air shimmered with their remnants, the ashes swirling together in silent, ghostly currents.

Emilia’s eyes narrowed as the strange phenomenon unfolded before her. The drifting particles began to converge into five distinct points across the arena, each pulsing with a heavy, oppressive energy. Within seconds, five enormous cyclones of ash took form, spiraling with violent intensity and echoing with faint whispers of the dead.

Then, one by one, the storms began to solidify. From within each swirling mass, a towering figure stepped forth. They were all clad in black, ancient armor engraved with the sigils of Lionera, and even the shortest one among the five was already more than 3 meters tall!

Their hollow visors glowed with crimson light, and with every step, the ground trembled under their weight.

These were Amaras’ champions—the Eternal Deathguards, the five who had once stood at his side in life, and now guarded him in death.