Reincarnated with the Country System-Chapter 333– Divine Summon Card

Stormbreaker’s cannons fired.

Twin lances of condensed mana tore downward from the warship’s hull, converging on In’Therak’s destabilized vessel. The beams struck with surgical precision, driving the entity backward across vitrified ground.

The crater erupted in blinding light.

...

High above the atmosphere, Bernard’s remaining weapon satellites adjusted alignment. Focused particle arrays discharged in staggered sequence, invisible beams crossing space in silence before slamming into the epicenter below.

The impact was not explosive.

It was surgical annihilation.

Glass turned liquid again. Shockwaves rippled outward in perfect rings.

But this time—

The ground answered.

Black fissures tore open around the crater’s edge. From them poured shapes that had survived nuclear fire buried deep beneath corrupted strata.

The monsters returned.

Tall skeletal constructs with elongated arms vaulted across molten terrain. Bulbous masses of fused armor and flesh dragged themselves forward, splitting open to release smaller crawling forms. Winged aberrations dropped from the air above the fracture, riding gravitational distortions like currents.

"Contact expanding!" Commander Raines shouted. "Multiple hostiles emerging from subsurface!"

"Engage all threats," Alberto ordered.

The surviving Titan stepped forward, shoulder cannons thundering. Each kinetic round tore through advancing creatures, shattering bone-like structures and scattering black ichor across glowing ground.

The Vanguard Cohort moved in disciplined arcs, exo-suits amplifying strength and speed. Arc-rifles fired in controlled bursts, beams punching clean holes through mid-tier entities. When ammunition cycled, forearm blades extended, soldiers shifting seamlessly into close-quarters combat.

Above them, the sky screamed again.

The fracture pulsed violently as In’Therak lifted one hand.

New shapes descended—larger than before.

These did not resemble soldiers.

They resembled siege engines grown from nightmare.

One crashed into the crater’s rim, six limbs digging into fused earth. Its torso split vertically, revealing a rotating core of black light. Energy gathered.

"Energy spike!" the navigator warned from Stormbreaker.

The creature discharged.

A column of compressed void energy ripped across the battlefield, carving a trench through Vanguard lines. Three soldiers vanished instantly. Another two were thrown back, armor cracked and sparking.

Alberto stepped into the blast path.

Anti-Magic Authority flared.

The second discharge fractured against invisible resistance and dispersed into harmless static.

In’Therak watched him carefully now.

"You escalate," the god observed.

"Of course," Alberto replied.

He tapped his gauntlet.

"Authorize air support."

High above cloud level, six contrails cut across the darkened sky.

Bernard’s Sixth Generation fighters descended in tight formation—sleek, angular aircraft coated in radar-absorbing composite. Their engines emitted low-frequency hums rather than roars, vectored thrust allowing impossible turns.

"Valkyrie Squadron on approach," a pilot transmitted. "Targeting airborne anomalies."

The winged void creatures banking near the fracture barely had time to react.

Missiles launched.

Not conventional explosives—these carried mana-augmented penetrators, warheads calibrated to destabilize supernatural cohesion. They struck with precise timing, detonating inside corrupted bodies. The sky filled with fragments of dissolving shadow.

Two fighters broke formation, engaging larger aerial constructs with railgun bursts. Tungsten rounds accelerated to hypersonic velocity punched clean through distorted air, leaving spirals of collapsing darkness in their wake.

Below, Elite Units deployed from secondary drop craft.

Unlike the Vanguard’s heavy exo-suits, these soldiers wore streamlined combat armor integrated with reactive wards. Each carried variable weapon platforms—plasma-carbines, rune-etched greatblades, compact missile pods mounted along their backs.

One squad flanked the six-limbed siege creature. Coordinated strikes targeted joint nodes previously mapped by battlefield AI. Explosions tore through its lower limbs, destabilizing its stance.

The Titan advanced and drove its arc-blade downward, splitting the core open.

Black light burst outward—

Then collapsed.

Stormbreaker shifted position, maintaining suppressive fire from above. Defensive grids shimmered along its hull as stray void projectiles curved toward it and dissipated against reinforced shielding.

The battlefield became a fusion of eras.

Steel and code against ancient hunger.

Missiles streaked across the horizon as Bernard’s long-range batteries joined the engagement, striking secondary anomaly sites to prevent reinforcement.

Yet the largest threat remained at the center.

In’Therak’s vessel had stabilized.

The severed tether writhed above it like a broken nerve attempting to reconnect. The Eye behind the fracture pulsed in agitation, focusing more directly now.

The air grew heavier.

Several Elite soldiers faltered mid-step as pressure built—not physical, but existential.

Alberto felt it too.

The god was shifting tactics.

Not brute force.

Assimilation.

The monsters began changing.

Fallen entities dissolved into pools of black fluid that flowed toward the vessel. The surviving siege creatures dragged themselves inward willingly, merging into expanding mass.

"You see?" In’Therak said calmly. "You destroy fragments. I consolidate."

The fused structure grew taller, absorbing remains of its army. Wings of hardened shadow unfurled from its back. Additional limbs formed, each ending in bladed extensions of compressed void.

Alberto stepped forward again, ignoring incoming fire around him.

Another wave of monsters attempted to intercept, but Valkyrie Squadron cut them down mid-charge. The last operational Titan moved to shield his flank, absorbing a heavy strike that dented its chest plating.

In’Therak extended a wing.

Stormbreaker’s hull groaned as invisible pressure pressed against it.

"Shield levels dropping!"

Alberto raised his hand.

Anti-Magic Authority expanded outward in a widening sphere, pushing back against the god’s field.

For the first time, In’Therak’s expression shifted beyond annoyance.

Interest.

"You strain," it said. "Your field is finite."

"Yes," Alberto admitted.

He looked upward at the wounded sky.

He had isolated the vessel.

He had delayed the Gate.

But destruction alone would not end this.

In’Therak was not just a creature.

It was anchored in concept—entropy given identity.

Missiles streaked past overhead. A Valkyrie fighter exploded in distant flame as a winged horror tore through its fuselage. The remaining Titan staggered under combined assault, armor peeling under void corrosion.

Time was narrowing.

And then—

The familiar translucent interface flickered before Alberto’s eyes.

System Notification:

[Critical Threat Level Exceeded]

[Host Survival Probability: 21%]

[Guardian gift received]

A brief pause.

Then—

[HOST, THE GUARDIAN GRANTS A FINAL GIFT.]

[Item Acquired: Divine Summon Card – Archangel Class]

[Usage Condition: One-time invocation. Irreversible.]

[Warning: Summoned Entity Operates Beyond System Authority.]

The battlefield noise dimmed in Alberto’s perception.

A card materialized in his hand.

Not physical paper—structured light. Silver edges. A single sigil etched at its center: six wings encircling a burning core.

He glanced at lt

damm that’s what I wanted

"System," he said quietly. "Execute summon."