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

At that moment, on the surface of that pitch-black sphere in the center of Tokyo, the third and final light curtain, large enough to obscure the sky, silently tore through the darkness.

"Sizzle—"

Then, the screen lit up.

That's New Delhi in the mirror world.

Previously, in order to "purify" the evils of the slums on a physical level, Berserker Arjuna had unleashed a divine punishment there.

The extremely high temperature energy instantly vaporized tens of thousands of buildings, garbage mountains, and even soil. After cooling, what remains is this vitrified land stretching for tens of kilometers, shimmering with eerie colors.

In the center of the earth, several figures stood facing each other from afar.

On the left is a man clad in black armor with a cascade of silver hair.

He sat on a makeshift throne made of broken reinforced concrete, holding in his hand a black-handled, gold-bladed spear that reeked of blood—the King of Execution.

Lancer, Vlad III.

Beside him stood Radu Petrescu, a former Lone Wolf in the Special Forces.

To the right, about 100 meters away.

The dark-skinned man, dressed in a white robe but carrying a shattered divine halo, was hovering half a foot above the ground in the void.

He closed his eyes tightly, as if listening to some non-existent sound.

Berserker, Arjuna.

Furthermore, Ruler Joan of Arc, as a witness, is now standing on the edge of the battlefield.

Her silver armor gleamed in the reflection of the glass floor, and she thrust the iris banner in her hand into the ground.

"Thump!"

"In the name of the Arbiter," Joan of Arc's voice, clear and authoritative, pierced through the screen, "the third battle, Lancer versus Berserker, begins!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Vlad III slowly rose from the throne amidst the ruins.

He did not rush to attack, but instead used his eyes, which seemed to be filled with congealed blood, to look with disgust at the crystal-clear earth beneath his feet.

"It doesn't smell like soil..."

Vlad III murmured, a hint of offended anger in his voice, "To have turned the land into such a ridiculous and fragile toy... Foreign gods, is this your so-called 'purification'?"

For the "Piercing Prince," who regarded every inch of his land as his life and vowed to defend Wallachia to the death, this act of utterly destroying the land was the greatest desecration of the concept of "king."

A hundred meters away, Arjuna, who was suspended in the air, slowly opened his eyes.

Pitch black, deep, devoid of any human emotion, only a rapidly spinning divine halo.

【Thousand-Mile Vision (Beyond) EX】, activated.

In his view, the world is no longer a collection of matter, but a line of countless causes and concepts.

He looked at Vlad III.

In the depths of that silver-haired king's soul, Arjuna saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Those were tens of thousands of enemy soldiers pierced to protect the country; it was tyranny, it was slaughter, and it was also the vampire curse called "Dracula" that was imposed on him by the world and entangled deep within his spiritual core.

"sin."

Arjuna spoke.

His voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to resonate directly in everyone's minds, carrying an undeniable sense of judgment.

"Killing is evil, tyranny is evil, and bloodsucking is an unforgivable evil."

Arjuna slowly raised his hand, and a jet-black longbow materialized in his palm—it was the divine artifact of Brahma, the Gandhib Bow.

"Your very existence is a stain."

"When ruled upon."

Om-!

As Arjuna drew back the bowstring, the surrounding space seemed to be instantly sucked dry.

Countless black points of light converged toward the bowstring, eventually coalescing into a pure black energy arrow radiating an aura of destruction.

At that moment, the global internet exploded with comments.

"Holy crap! Is this really a Servant? This sense of oppression is even more outrageous than that of Madara Uchiha!"

"Here it comes! The showdown between the villains!"

"Holy crap, is this Arjuna really a hero? His aura of oppression is even more terrifying than Madara Uchiha's!"

"Vlad III is in trouble now, the terrain is a huge disadvantage! It's all glass here, no land at all, his protectorate bonus can't be triggered at all!"

"The people of New Delhi send their congratulations: Smash it! Smash this window too!"

On the battlefield, Radu Petrescu's pupils suddenly contracted.

As a battle-hardened soldier, his intuition was screaming wildly.

"Grand Duke!"

Radu let out a low growl.

"You don't need to tell me."

Vlad III snorted coldly and slammed the "King of Execution" in his hand to the ground.

"To speak of sin before me? Arrogant fool! Everything I have done is for the sake of the nation! What sin have I committed?!"

"Rise, my Lord!"

Rumble!

Even though the ground beneath its feet was as hard as iron and vitrified, it still let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain under the forceful interference of A-level magic.

next second.

collapse!

Arjuna released the bowstring.

The black arrow had no flight path because it was moving too fast for visual perception to follow.

Like a black lightning bolt, it instantly traversed a distance of a hundred meters, aiming directly at Vlad III's forehead.

But in that very instant...

"The King of Execution: City of Piercing!"

puff!puff!puff!

With a sickening shattering sound, the crystal ground before Vlad III exploded.

Hundreds of thick, sharp wooden stakes, covered in dark red rust, grew wildly from the smooth, mirror-like ground in a way that defied the laws of physics!

The densely packed wooden stakes instantly formed a forest of death. After piercing through the first, tenth, and fiftieth stakes, the black arrow was finally stopped by this endless "instrument of torture" and exploded with a bang four or five meters away from Vlad III.

boom--!!!

A massive black fireball rose into the air, instantly engulfing the forest of wooden stakes.

But when the smoke cleared, Vlad III still stood proudly in the same spot.

In front of him, a blood-red barrier made of magic was faintly visible—it was the last line of defense erected by Master Radu using his Mystic Code.

"Good teamwork."

Arjuna watched all this expressionlessly, his tone still devoid of any emotion, "But this is just a struggle."

He drew his bow again.

This time, it wasn't just one arrow.

Hundreds and thousands of black vortexes appeared in the void behind him.

From each vortex emerged a black arrow, poised to be released.

"Since the earth is blocking my way, then I will purify the earth along with it."

Arjuna's voice was like a divine pronouncement.

"fall."

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

A rain of arrows, like a black meteor shower, covered the two below indiscriminately with an aura of annihilation.

"madman……"

Radu gritted his teeth, the tactical dagger in his hand trembling slightly.

This level of firepower coverage is simply beyond the reach of humans.

But Vlad III laughed.

That smile was ferocious and arrogant, carrying the absolute pride of the Grand Prince of Wallachia.

"Want to compare quantities?"

Vlad III abruptly ripped off his cloak, raised his spear high with both hands, and let out a roar like that of a wild beast.

"Wherever my feet stand, that is my territory!"

"Any aggressor should be punished!"

"Come on—King of Execution!!!"