Reincarnated with the Country System-Chapter 170: The Black Flame Rises

The massive monstrosity known as the Umbral Lord stood above the chaos of battle—a terrifying monster of shadow and hatred, its multi-limbed body tearing apart tanks and soldiers indiscriminately.

Cannons roared, rockets rang, and members of the Arcane Response Team (ART) fought with their blazing weapons.

Latvian dark sorcerers summon more shadow creatures from the black rift.

General Petrov's voice came over the command radio. "All units, hold position! Reserves are on their way—don't break!" His eyes darted to the drone feed, where the Umbral Lord ignored a barrage of MLRS rockets as if they were nothing.

Then a black circle appeared within their command center.

"Oi Oi, Petrov, you've wasted too much time."

Petrov looked back.

"Circe, you're just in time."

"Yes, I had a little task that was late in completing. Tell your men to retreat now, I'll take care of it from here."

A black circle appeared behind Circe, and it closed as she stepped inside it.

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Circe reached the battlefield.

She raised a hand, and the air around her shimmered with dark energy.

The shadow creatures rushed towards her, their red eyes fixed on this new threat.

A sardonic smile played on Cersei's lips as she extended her hands. "The unfortunate mutilated creatures," she whispered. Black fire erupted from her palms, spreading like a roaring storm.

*Black Flame* It consumed the shadow creatures, their smoke-like bodies burning and collapsing under the dark power.

Where bullets and shells passed through them ineffectually, Cersei's magic burned into their very being, destroying their ability to rebuild. Inhuman and shrill screams filled the air as dozens of creatures were destroyed in an instant.

The other soldiers of the Bernard Empire began to retreat. So that they would not be caught in the middle of the fight.

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Across the river, Caspian's eyes narrowed as he watched from behind the wizards' shields. "Who is she?" he roared, his voice shaking with anger.

The lead wizard had been wounded by the previous bombardment, he said with a little fear. "I don't know, my king. But I can feel a lot of Mana from her."

"Then destroy her!" Caspian shouted, "Use everything! She cannot ruin my victory!"

The wizards obeyed, their spells intensifying.

The rift pulsed, releasing more shadow creatures—larger, faster, their claws long and slashing with malice. Behind them, the Umbral Lord advanced, his roar shaking the ground.

Cersei faced the onslaught head-on.

With a flick of her wrist, she *Shadow Warped* to a ridge overlooking the advancing horde, avoiding a swiping claw that obliterated the spot she'd stood moments before. Her Dexterity—enhanced to an almost supernatural level—allowed her to weave through the chaos with preternatural grace. She raised her arms, and a torrent of *Black Flame* cascaded down the slope, engulfing the new wave. The flames didn't merely burn; they clung to the shadow creatures like tar, eating through their forms and leaving nothing but smouldering husks.

On the eastern bank, the Latvian wizards shifted their focus. The lead sorcerer, his voice hoarse from chanting, pointed a gnarled staff at Circe. "Bind her!" he commanded. A lattice of dark tendrils erupted from the ground beneath her, coiling upward to ensnare her. The spell was fast and precise—designed to trap even the most agile foe.

But Circe was faster. With a *Shadow Warp*, she vanished, reappearing fifty meters to the left just as the tendrils snapped shut on empty air.

"Amateurs," she spat, her Charisma radiating an aura of unshakable confidence that bolstered the nearby ART soldiers. She countered with a gesture, and a spear of *Black Flame* streaked across the river, slamming into the wizards' barrier. The shield flickered under the impact, cracks spiderwebbing across its surface.

The wizards retaliated, hurling bolts of necrotic energy that screamed through the air. Circe danced between them, her Dexterity making her a blur, and responded with a barrage of her own—a storm of *Black Flame* orbs that rained down on their position. The barrier shattered under the onslaught, and two wizards fell, their robes ablaze, their screams drowned by the chaos.

Caspian's face twisted with fury. "The Umbral Lord! Send it now!"

The colossal shadow titan turned its eyeless gaze toward Circe, its maws gaping as it charged. Each step cratered the earth, sending T-72 tanks tumbling and crushing a squad of infantry under its bulk. The ART scattered, their weapons firing desperate beams that scored its hide but did little to slow it.

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Circe stood her ground, her *Magic Power*—rated SS—surging as she faced the monstrosity. "So, this is the creature who delayed us," she mused, her voice calm despite the titan's approach.

She *Shadow Warped* upward, landing atop a wrecked Bradley IFV to gain elevation. The Umbral Lord's claws raked toward her, but she warped again, appearing behind it in midair. Her hands ignited with *Black Flame*, and she unleashed a concentrated beam—thicker, hotter, and laced with her full intent.

The beam struck the Umbral Lord's back, carving a molten trench through its shadowy flesh. The creature bellowed, its form warping as tendrils tried to seal the wound, but the *Black Flame*'s dark energy resisted, spreading like a cancer. Circe landed lightly, her *Constitution* allowing her to endure the strain of such power, and warped again as the titan swung a massive limb. The blow missed, shattering the ground and sending a plume of dirt skyward.

She pressed her advantage, warping in rapid succession—left, right, above—each teleport accompanied by a blast of *Black Flame*. The Umbral Lord flailed, its movements growing sluggish as the flames ate into its core. Soldiers cheered as they saw the titan falter, their morale surging under Circe's dominance.

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From the command bunker, Petrov barked orders. "Artillery, concentrate fire on that thing! Support her now!"

Howitzers and M270s roared, their shells and rockets slamming into the Umbral Lord's weakened form.

The combined assault—Circe's magic and the Empire's munitions—finally tipped the scales.

The titan staggered, its limbs dissolving into ash, and with a final, unearthly scream, it collapsed, its essence consumed by the Black Flame.

With the Umbral Lord destroyed Circe turned her attention to the wizards. Their numbers had dwindled—some dead from the earlier bombardment, others exhausted from mana depletion. She *Shadow Warped* across the river, appearing within their shattered circle. Before they could react, she unleashed a radial burst of *Black Flame*, the dark fire spiralling outward like a shockwave. The remaining wizards fell, their bodies incinerated, their spells silenced.

Caspian stumbled back, his bravado crumbling. "No… this can't be…" He turned to flee, but Circe's voice stopped him cold.

"Running, Your Majesty?" She warped in front of him.