Reincarnated with the Country System-Chapter 124: The 2nd Battle of the Northern Sea (2)

As the battle raged on the storm-tossed sea, Marvilia turned her gaze toward an eerie spectacle. A radiant beam of light burst forth from the depths of the ocean, illuminating the dark sky with an unnatural glow. It churned the waters into a violent maelstrom, sending towering waves crashing in all directions. From which many flying monsters and many sea monsters were coming out—flying beasts with elongated, serpentine bodies covered in shimmering, scale-like feathers. Their wings, vast and membranous, beat with terrifying power, creating powerful gusts of wind.

These were amphitheres. Hundreds of them emerged, their sharp, hooked talons ready to rend flesh, their piercing, emerald-green eyes scanning the battlefield with predatory intelligence. Some bore riders clad in dark armor, armed with javelins and arcane staffs, commanding the creatures with guttural incantations.

Marvilia’s eyes narrowed. She could not allow this to continue. She spread her arms, summoning the winds to propel her toward the breach. Just as she prepared to surge forward, thick, glowing chains coiled around her limbs, yanking her backward.

"I am your enemy," a cold voice whispered behind her.

Marvilia’s fury ignited. She clenched her fists, and droplets of water coalesced in her palms, swirling into a brilliant sphere of raw oceanic energy. With a furious cry, she hurled it backward. The orb struck her attacker’s mask with devastating force, shattering it and revealing the burned and disfigured flesh beneath. Blood trickled from his cheek.

The man paused for a brief moment, touching his ruined face. Then, to Marvilia’s surprise, his lips curled into a wide, eerie smile.

"Amazing!" he chuckled, his voice laced with admiration.

Without hesitation, Marvilia unleashed her full strength, sending arcs of lightning and torrents of water crashing toward her foe. The battle between them raged anew, fiercer than before.

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On the other hand, in a three-deck ship, Dutchess Milana was giving orders as her crew rushed to follow them. She wears her battle-armor.

"Hurry up and throw every explosive barrel into the sea!" she commanded.

The barrels—crafted from thick, reinforced oak and sealed with tar—were filled with a deadly concoction of black powder, sulfur, and iron shrapnel. Designed to detonate upon impact with the sea floor, they were an experimental weapon meant to combat deep-sea threats.

As the barrels plunged into the abyss, a few heartbeats passed before the sea itself trembled. Violent eruptions of fire and water tore through the ocean depths. Massive sea creatures—serpentine monsters, tentacled horrors, and behemoths like sea monster—were blasted apart, their broken forms rising to the surface amid the charred remains of smaller fish.

Britannia’s archers and crews redoubled their efforts, loosing flaming arrows, enchanted ballista bolts, cannons, and trebuchet stones at the swarming amphitheres. Skyborne explosions illuminated the stormy heavens as magical projectiles and cannon balls clashed with the monstrous horde.

But it was not enough. The sheer number of foes overwhelmed Britannia’s defenses. Several ships succumbed to the onslaught, their decks splintering under the talons of the flying beasts.

A sudden alarm rang out across Milana’s ship. A Latvian warship was closing in fast, its deck lined with soldiers hurling fire pots—clay containers filled with a lethal mix of oil, sulfur, and quicklime. The pots shattered upon impact, releasing searing flames that spread rapidly across the ship’s wooden planks.

Sailors scrambled to douse the inferno, tossing sand and enchanted water onto the raging fire. Meanwhile, hooks and boarding planks slammed onto the ship rails as Latvian warriors leaped aboard, weapons gleaming in the firelight.

With a swift, predatory grace, Sofia, Duchess Milana’s personal maid and bodyguard, appeared beside her mistress, twin daggers gleaming in her hands.

"Lady Milana, please step back. I’m handling them," Sofia said, her voice calm but deadly.

Milana drew her own sword, her eyes ablaze with defiance.

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"I know how to fight too, Sofia," she retorted, stepping forward.

The sailors of Milana’s ship engage in a fight with them.

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Across the chaotic ocean, Britannia’s navy struggled to withstand Latvia’s relentless assault. Warships burned, sea monsters rampaged, and flying creatures rained death from above.

Inside the LNS Colossal, Admiral Vladislav watched with a satisfied grin. The portal’s glow was now dimming, but its job was done—Latvia’s reinforcements had arrived.

"Britannia’s fools will now understand the depths of their own insignificance," he sneered. "Slaughter them all! Leave no ship afloat. Let their corpses rot in the black tide."

A subordinate rushed forward, breathless.

"Admiral Vladislav! Britannia’s flagship is approaching with several warships!"

Vladislav raised his binoculars and spotted the HMS Valour, its sails billowing as it led a small fleet toward him.

"Turn the Colossal to face them. Open fire."

The LNS Colossal, an enormous warship reinforced with dark iron and propelled by chained sea monsters, shifted its position.The guns of the LNS Colossal were much larger than the other guns. They were 42-pound long guns and were armed with a total of 240 of them on both sides.

Its guns aimed and fired at Britannia’s ships.

A deafening barrage followed.

Cannonballs the size of boulders streaked through the sky, slamming into Britannia’s fleet. The HMS Valour managed to veer aside, avoiding total destruction, but two of its escorting ships were obliterated instantly, their remains scattering into the sea.

The HMS Valour retaliated, its own cannons roaring, but the Colossal’s sheer size rendered the attack ineffective.

Suddenly, a shadow passed over the Valour.

A massive dragon descended, its maw opening to unleash a torrent of fire.

Before it could strike, a sharp, thunderous crack echoed across the sky. The rider atop the beast was torn apart mid-air, his blood misting in the wind. The dragon also screamed and it flew away. Since there was no raider to guide it now.

Admiral Nikolaus, standing on the deck of the HMS Valour, narrowed his eyes.

Something was in the sky.

It resembled a bird, but its form was metallic, sleek, and impossibly fast.

"It’s a metal bird," he whispered.

Then he saw them—dozens of these strange flying machines soaring above the Ocean, engaging Latvia’s dragons in aerial combat.

Nikolaus felt a surge of hope.

The tide of battle was shifting once again.