Reincarnated with the Country System-Chapter 122: The 2nd Battle of the Northern Sea (1)

Admiral Vladislav clenched his fists as the battlefield unfolded in chaos around him. Smoke, fire, and the relentless roar of cannon fire filled the air. The sea was supposed to be his domain, the theatre in which he would annihilate Britannia’s navy, but the ocean had twisted into a nightmare.

"Sea mines!" he snarled, watching as towering columns of water erupted across the battlefield. Several Latvian ships were struck, their hulls cracking like eggshells before they sank into the depths.

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"Admiral, Britannia’s ships have surrounded us from all sides!" a subordinate shouted, running to him.

"What do you mean!?" Vladislav snatched the telescope from his belt and peered through the smoke and mist.

Through the mist and cannon fire, he saw them—hundreds of ships closing in, forming an iron wall. These weren’t just the Royal Navy’s vessels but those of Britannia’s noble houses. Their banners flew high, their cannons primed.

His blood ran cold. He had underestimated them.

"Tch! These bastards… How many ships in total?"

"Approximately 500!"

A grim silence fell over the bridge.

"It doesn’t matter," he finally said, forcing steel into his voice. "No matter how many they have, our ships are stronger. Order Vice Admiral Dimitru to take several warships and engage Britannia’s nobles vessels. Send a squadron of wyverns to assist him!"

"I understand!" the officer saluted and rushed off.

Then the sea trembled again. A powerful gust of wind howled across the decks. The sky darkened.

A whirlwind tore through the battlefield, swirling with unnatural force.

Sailors stumbled, gripping ropes and railings as the wind intensified. Lightning flashed in the sky, illuminating the battlefield for a brief moment and casting eerie shadows on the waves.

And then he saw her.

"What the hell is this?!"

A lone figure floated high in the storm-wracked sky, draped in robes of midnight blue. Her golden eyes burned like twin suns. Her long, raven-black hair whipped in the wind, untouched by the chaos around her.

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The Guardian of Britannia.

Vladislav’s breath hitched.

’She wasn’t supposed to be here.’

"Great Sorceress Marvilia… The Storm Empress of Britannia!"

His men recoiled in fear. Even the most hardened sailors whispered her name with dread. Marvilia had defended Britannia for centuries, a sorceress so powerful that legends claimed even time itself feared her.

"Admiral! What do we do?!"

Vladislav’s mind raced. He had heard the tales, but to see her in person… It was like facing a force of nature itself.

Vladislav gritted his teeth. "Send our highest-ranking sorcerer to engage her! Contact the Supreme Commander immediately—we need reinforcements now!"

"Yes, sir!"

Vladislav clenched his fists. (Damn it! I was too arrogant… If I had brought more ships and sea monsters, this wouldn’t be happening!)

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High above the battlefield, Marvilia extended her hand.

"Tempesta Fulminis!"

Black clouds churned, rumbling with fury. Thunder roared. Lightning surged downward in jagged bolts, striking Latvian warships with pinpoint precision.

A galleon exploded as a bolt tore through its main mast, setting the deck ablaze. Another ship’s hull split in two, sinking almost instantly.

Marvilia’s golden eyes narrowed. She gestured again.

"Unda Abyssi."

She gestured toward the sea. The water itself obeyed her will, surging upward into a colossal tidal wave. With a flick of her wrist, it came crashing down upon the Latvian fleet.

Ships capsized. Men screamed as they were hurled overboard, their bodies swallowed by the depths. Some sailors scrambled for floating debris, only to be dragged under by unseen forces lurking beneath the waves.

Cannons roared in retaliation. Fire arrows streaked through the sky, and musket shots rang out as Latvian soldiers tried to bring her down. Their mages chanted incantations, launching flaming projectiles and icy lances toward her.

Marvilia raised her left hand. A translucent, shimmering barrier formed around her—"Aegis Noctis." The enemy’s attacks shattered harmlessly against it.

She tilted her head slightly. ’Pathetic.’

Time to escalate.

She lifted both arms and spoke a name that had not been uttered for centuries.

"Leviatán Somniorum."

The sea beneath the Latvian fleet darkened. A vast, black shadow slithered in the depths. Moments later, an enormous creature surged upward—a Mosasaurus, its scaly body gleaming with abyssal energy, its jaws large enough to snap a warship in half.

It roared, shaking the ocean. Then it struck.

With terrifying speed, it slammed into a Latvian galleon, crushing its hull like paper. Sailors screamed as they tumbled into the sea—only to be devoured by smaller, razor-toothed creatures that swarmed beneath the surface.

"Kill it! Kill the beast!"

Latvian ships opened fire. Cannons boomed, harpoons flew, and arrows peppered the Mosasaurus’s hide. Blood stained the water, but the leviathan refused to fall.

From above, wyverns swooped in, their riders hurling magical spears of flame and ice.

Marvilia watched them approach, unimpressed.

"Exuro Ventus."

She exhaled, and a gust of burning wind erupted from her lips. The lead wyvern burst into flames mid-flight, its rider screaming as they plummeted into the sea. The others hesitated, but Marvilia was already on the move.

She soared forward, heading straight for Latvia’s flagship—LNS (Latvian Navy Ship) Colossal.

Wyvern riders swarmed to intercept her. A dozen at first, then more, their weapons gleaming with enchanted runes.

Marvilia smirked.

"Fulmen Sanguinem."

A red lightning bolt arced from her fingertips, striking the lead wyvern square in the chest. The beast convulsed before exploding in a shower of blood and charred scales.

Another rider lunged, swinging a blade crackling with cursed energy. Marvilia twisted in midair, dodging the strike.

"Vortex Mortis."

A spiralling wind of raw magic erupted around her, shredding two more wyverns. Their riders were torn apart in the storm, their weapons turned to dust.

But more were coming.

Marvilia’s lips curled in a sinister grin.

She raised her hands to the heavens once more.

"Tenebrae Cataclysm!"

The sky itself darkened. A massive sphere of blue energy formed above her, pulsing with apocalyptic power. She hurled it downward.

The explosion was cataclysmic. The shockwave tore through the enemy ranks, sending ships reeling. The sea churned violently as fire and magic clashed in the skies.

LNS Colossal loomed ahead, its cannons locking onto her.

"Fire!"

A barrage of enchanted cannonballs streaked toward her.

Marvilia extended her hand.

"Umbra Dominus."

A shadowy vortex opened before her, swallowing the cannon fire.

Then suddenly several magical chains appear and bind her.