Fate's Choice: Livestream at the Start Summoning Billions of Ravens

"In the name of the Command Seal—"

"Saber, let me pour you a drink!"

boom!

Before he finished speaking, one of the command seals on the back of Zhang Ruoxu's hand was instantly cleared.

A massive, unreasonable torrent of crimson magic instantly surged from Zhang Ruoxu's body, ignoring the barriers of space, and plunged into Li Bai's body, who was bound like a dumpling by golden chains a hundred meters away, like a whale sucking in water.

"Hahaha! You truly understand me, Master Zhang!"

Li Bai, who had been suppressed for a long time, laughed wildly to the sky. In that laughter, there was no trace of the embarrassment of being restrained.

The golden chains that had been tightly bound to his limbs, representing the concept of "freedom from fear," now groaned in pain, unable to bear the weight any longer.

The seemingly ordinary wine gourd at Li Bai's waist flew up automatically, the cork popped off, and a clear stream of wine, like an inverted Milky Way, fell precisely into his mouth.

Inherent skill – [Wine Immortal: B], activated!

The wine entered his heroic gut; seven parts became moonlight, and the remaining three parts roared into sword energy.

Li Bai's eyes instantly became hazy and feverish. The magical circuits that had been suppressed by Roosevelt's "New Deal" surged wildly like a river bursting its banks under the dual stimulation of alcohol and the Command Seals.

"Enjoy life to the fullest when you're successful; don't let your golden goblet stand empty before the moon!"

Li Bai didn't make any fancy moves; he just flicked his wrist and twirled his sword.

Click! Click! Click!

A crisp cracking sound echoed across the square.

The four golden chains wrapped around his limbs were severed inch by inch by streaks of azure sword light that appeared out of nowhere the moment he recited the poem, turning into specks of golden light and dissipating into the air.

Outside the mirror world, the live stream's chat exploded after a brief pause.

"So that's how Command Seals are used? They instantly restore full health and mana, and even give you a buff?"

"Master Zhang's maneuver was so smooth. He feigned weakness first, then unleashed his full power. Is this the wisdom of an old sage... no, an old immortal?"

Li Bai: I'll just take one sip, really just one sip. And then... the whole restaurant pays the bill!

For the first time, Roosevelt's deep lion-like eyes flickered with emotion as he sat in his wheelchair.

He sensed it; the poet opposite him, who had been so carefree, was now extremely dangerous, transformed into a deadly weapon unsheathed.

"Evan, get back on defense!"

Evan Cross, who was about to finish off Zhang Ruoxu, did not hesitate at all.

As a top special forces soldier, following orders is an instinct ingrained in his bones.

The exoskeleton engine roared, and he took a step back and glided rapidly, instantly blocking Roosevelt's wheelchair.

In the blink of an eye.

Li Bai held a sword in one hand, and the three-foot-long "Azure Lotus" sword was now emitting a hundred-foot-long azure light, pointing straight to the sky.

He swayed, seemingly drunk but not quite, yet the sound of his chanting was like thunder, echoing throughout the entire Mirror Washington.

"Have you not seen—"

With just three words, the air currents in the entire National Square instantly froze, and the once calm surface of the Reflection Pool exploded with a roar. Countless water droplets hovered in mid-air, stained by the sword intent and transformed into deadly steel balls.

"The Yellow River's waters come from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return!!!"

Rumble—!!!

At that moment, audiences around the world forgot to breathe.

Suddenly, the void above Li Bai's head cracked open. It wasn't just sword energy; it was a true "concretization of artistic conception."

A "Yellow River" formed by the convergence of hundreds of millions of cyan sword beams truly poured down from the heavens!

That magnificent momentum carried a sense of resolute and tragic grandeur, like the fleeting nature of time, determined to sweep away all obstacles in its path.

First Noble Phantasm – [Azure Lotus Sword Song: Drinking Alone], fully unleashed!

Roosevelt remained calm, but he did not panic.

As a leader who once led the free world against fascism, the word "retreat" was not in his dictionary.

He clasped his hands together abruptly, interlacing his fingers, as if building an impregnable defensive line.

"The Four Freedoms!"

Speech, faith, freedom from want, freedom from fear.

The four golden light shields that were originally floating around him instantly merged, transforming into a giant light screen tens of meters high, which stretched across in front of him and Evan.

On the screen of light, countless constitutional provisions and the prayers of the people are engraved, representing the ultimate defensive form of the concept of "freedom".

The next second, the cyan "Yellow River" and the golden "Wall of Freedom" collided violently.

Zzz—!!!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only the sickening sound of energy annihilation.

Two completely different concepts of civilization clashed violently at this moment.

Li Bai's long hair danced wildly, his eyes flashing with a blinding light. He raised his cup once more and recited the final line of this timeless masterpiece, the line brimming with the most murderous intent:

"To be sold together with you—a sorrow that lasts forever!!!"

Click...

A faint yet clear cracking sound appeared on the golden light screen that was touted as an absolute defense.

Roosevelt's pupils dilated instantly.

Immediately afterwards, the cracks spread wildly like a spider web.

boom!!!

The golden light curtain shattered completely.

The raging river of sword energy, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly engulfed the figure in the wheelchair and the loyal guard standing in front of him.

The entire plaza in front of the Lincoln Memorial had three meters of soil eroded away, and the smoke and dust obscured the sky. The terrifying energy storm even caused the Capitol Hill, several kilometers away, to tremble.

"Did we win?"

"This power... is this the Nuclear Bomb Sword Immortal?"

"If that sword were to strike, I think Lincoln would jump up from his chair and applaud."

In Huaxia's live stream room, the chat was going crazy.

The brilliance of this sword strike fulfilled the ultimate fantasy of all Chinese people regarding the term "sword immortal."

However, when the smoke and dust cleared...

The once neat and majestic square has been turned into ruins.

In the center of the ruins, a hemispherical energy shield was still flickering with a faint light, but it was on the verge of breaking.

Under the shield.

Evan Cross knelt on one knee. His tactical exoskeleton, which cost hundreds of millions of dollars, was completely destroyed and had become a piece of scrap metal hanging on his body.

His tactical vest was ripped, his chest was covered with countless tiny sword marks, and his camouflage uniform was stained with blood.

And behind him.

Although Roosevelt was not seriously injured, the armrest of his wheelchair was broken, shattering his usual composed demeanor and leaving him as pale as a sheet.

That attack just now shattered not only his defenses, but also his "new policy" domain, naturally causing him considerable backlash.

"It's blocked... such a hard turtle shell."

Li Bai was slightly out of breath, and the light of the Azure Lotus Sword in his hand dimmed a bit.

This is the side effect of the "Immortal of Wine" state; weakness is inevitable after it erupts.

"Truly worthy of being the overlord of that era."

Zhang Ruoxu had somehow retreated to Li Bai's side, holding a few copper coins in his hand, his eyes serious.

Evan Cross slowly raised his head, and in his hawk-like eyes, there was no pain, only a purer fighting spirit.

He glanced at the pale-faced Roosevelt behind him, then lowered his head to look at the three Command Seals formed by eagle wings and stars on the back of his right hand.

"Is this what they call a 'celestial being'? Indeed powerful, powerful enough to destroy an armored division."

Evan's voice was hoarse and cold. He slowly raised his right hand without hesitation, and three command seals lit up instantly.

"But you seem to have forgotten that standing before you is the architect of the most powerful nation on this planet."

"In the name of the Command Spell!"

"For America, Archer! Show the world your ideal nation!!"