Reincarnated with the Country System-Chapter 211: TITAN SIEGE ENGINE

The plane screeched down onto the improvised runway, tires grinding against uneven tarmac hastily poured over dirt and stone. The airport, if you could call it that, was nothing more than a cleared field with a few prefab towers, tents, and modular hangars. It reeked of diesel, gun oil, and fresh concrete—newborn infrastructure birthed in the guts of a dying kingdom.

As the ramp hissed open, warm forest air licked inside the aircraft—dense, moist, tinged with the musk of pines and something fouler.

Alberto descended first.

His boots struck gravel with weight—the kind that made soldiers straighten their spines whether they liked it or not. Behind him came Carl, and Circe, her violet eyes dancing with contempt as she eyed the crude facilities.

"Ugh. What a charming little shithole," she muttered, stepping around a puddle of oil like it had personally insulted her bloodline.

They were greeted by rows of soldiers.

General Petrov stepped forward. He saluted crisply, boots clacking.

"Your Majesty," Petrov barked. "Welcome to Latvia."

Alberto gave him a nod. "Status report."

Petrov nodded. "The Ranga forest or That shithole. Our scouts call it 'The Green Maw.' It's crawling with demi-humans. Elves, beastfolk, some kind of horned witches—whatever Caspian didn't bring to the throne, he left there. And they worship him. They call him the Hollow Heir. They've turned the place into a death trap,"

Circe scoffed. "Oh no, leaf-humpers with bows and tree bark armor. Should we be quaking in our boots?"

Petrov almost cracked a smile.

"They're not amateurs, Ma'am. They've got mana wards, natural barriers, and something worse—knowledge. They know the terrain, every root and slope. We've lost three patrols already. One team came back stripped of skin and sanity. The rest are just gone."

Alberto's jaw tightened. "Did you manage to locate that temple?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," Petrov said. "We've located it via satellite. It's deep in the forest, near a mountain ridge. Our intel says Caspian has been visiting there many times. There are also rumors that Caspian got his powers from there. The people we captured who were trusted with Caspian gave us the same information."

"Does it have a name?"

"Although the history of this temple is unknown. However, the forest natives call it the Sanctum of the Hollow Star. Whatever it is, the rebels are protecting it."

That was enough.

Alberto's eyes narrowed. His gloved fingers curled. With a mental command, the System Interface bloomed to life before him—semi-transparent panels flickering in pale white-blue light, pulsing with godly authority.

> [SYSTEM MENU — COMBAT DEPLOYMENT]

Select Unit for Deployment

→ TITAN SIEGE ENGINE — [Available]

[TITAN SIEGE ENGINE]

Cost: 8,000,000 SC

Description:

A 20-meter-tall walking fortress powered by a divine-core fusion reactor. Outfitted with twin plasma mortars, enchanted shock-treads, and a railgun capable of penetrating Class-A barrier wards. Onboard AI enhanced with partial divine cognition.

Designation: "Black Goliath Mk. I"

Status: Ready for Deployment

Alberto clicked [PURCHASE] without hesitation.

> -8,000,000 SC

TITAN SIEGE ENGINE: DEPLOYMENT IN PROGRESS...

The sky above them cracked open.

Reality split like wet cloth, folding outward as raw data bled through the seams of the world. A silhouette emerged—first just scaffolding made of code, then solidified steel. The Titan descended in a hiss of golden fire, its massive feet quaking the ground as it landed, one thunderous step at a time.

Twenty meters of imperial rage.

Smoke vented from its pauldrons like dragon breath. Its eyes burned cerulean. Runes glowed across its plating, shifting and twitching like they were alive. The main railgun mounted on its right shoulder swiveled, scanned, and then locked into standby mode with a high-pitched whine that made nearby birds drop from the trees mid-flight.

The soldiers around them stood in stunned silence. One pissed himself.

Circe, of course, grinned like a child unwrapping knives on Christmas morning.

"Well well well," she purred, "looks like daddy brought the big boy toy. Wonder how many bark-munching cultists we can paste across the canopy with that."

Alberto didn't smile.

"Petrov," he said, voice steel-wrapped and fire-laced. "Send the Titan into the forest. No full incursion yet. Have it march to the temple's outer perimeter and stop. Let them see it. Let them shit themselves."

"Yes, Emperor," Petrov said, already turning to relay the order.

"And if any of those bastards attack it—" Alberto's voice dropped, venomous "—flatten the trees. I don't care if the birds go extinct."

Carl stepped in closer, arms crossed. "You're moving fast. Maybe too fast."

"They started this war," Alberto snapped. "We're just finishing the sentence."

Carl's mouth was a flat line. "And the temple? What's your plan?"

"We don't leave it standing."

Circe actually blinked. "You're going to destroy it?"

"Yes," Alberto said. "If Caspian touched that place, if it whispers to those rebels—then it's not just old. It's dangerous."

The Titan roared. Its railgun spun with an electric scream, and a moment later, a bolt of divine-augmented mass accelerated downrange. The blast tore through three layers of forest like paper, vaporizing a treetop sniper nest into sparks and meat.

Circe moaned under her breath.

"I think I'm in love."

Alberto turned to Petrov. "Advance the Titan. Full sensor sweep. Destroy anything within a hundred meters of that temple. Trees, wards, shrines—I want it all leveled."

"Roger that, Your Majesty," Petrov saluted again, already barking into his comms.

Alberto didn't wait.

He turned, cape flaring, boots striking the gravel as he strode toward the waiting chopper on the helipad. The rotors were already spinning, blades chopping the thick air into hot, screaming gusts.

Carl followed. Circe skipped.

As they boarded, Circe leaned over the edge of the open bay door and shouted down at the trees.

"HEY FOREST BITCHES! THE BUTCHER KING SAYS HI!"

The Titan stomped past them, each step ringing like a war drum.

In the distance, the jungle began to burn.

Alberto climbed aboard and pulled on his headset.

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"Take us to high altitude," he ordered. "I want to watch the temple die."

The helicopter lifted off.

And below, the Green Maw started to scream.