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

With Vlad III's roar that shattered the air, the once desolate crystal land seemed to be violently kneaded by some unseen giant hand.

boom!

It wasn't the muffled sound of churning earth, but the sharp crack of tens of thousands of mirrors shattering simultaneously.

Just as the rain of black arrows was about to hit the ground, countless dark red phantoms tore through the smooth glass surface.

The first wooden stake struck the first black arrow.

There was no explosion as expected.

The wooden stake, as thick as an adult's thigh, instantly turned to ashes at its tip upon contact with the divine black energy.

Then came the second one, and the third one.

Arjuna's projectile was not ordinary iron, but a "purification" concept powerful enough to erase existence.

Those newly unearthed instruments of torture disintegrated and dissipated at a visible speed under the absolute suppression of power.

The black rain of arrows swept through the broken wooden stakes, leaving less than ten meters from Vlad III's head.

Vlad III stared intently at the destructive black torrent overhead, the shaft of his "King of Execution" lance creaking under his grip.

He suddenly pressed the spear down again, the tip piercing into the incredibly hard glazed rock layer beneath his feet, until it was half a foot deep.

"Give me—the growth!!!"

Om-!

An even more violent surge of magic power erupted from his body.

The forest of wooden stakes, which had been suppressed, began to grow wildly again with this roar.

This time, they became denser, thicker, and even bore tangible, bloody rust.

But the cost is obvious.

Radu Petrescu, standing at the back, had the clearest view.

Vlad III's originally solid spirit core was now flickering unnaturally under the high intensity of magical output.

That's a sign of spiritual overload and impending collapse.

This is the price of playing on someone else's home turf.

To forcibly expand one's inherent domain on such a glass ruin without any "advantageous location" or even with conflicting attributes requires several times the magical power of normal conditions.

Radu raised his right hand expressionlessly.

He did not hesitate for a moment. For a special forces commander who had crawled out of piles of dead bodies, the opportunity was fleeting, and all resources were only for the final result called "victory".

Even Command Seals.

"In the name of the Command Spell."

Radu's voice was hoarse and brief, barely audible on the roaring battlefield, yet precisely transmitted to the other end of the contract.

"This place is Wallachia."

Swish!

The first Command Seal on the back of his hand, as red as blood, instantly ignited, transforming into an extremely pure torrent of magic power that forcefully poured into the swaying figure in front of him.

【Guardian General of the Nation: EX】, fully activated.

When both feet are planted on the "motherland", all parameters rise by one level.

Since this is not our homeland, let's use the absolute command of the Command Spell to "define" this place as our homeland.

"Haha...hahahaha!"

Vlad III let out a wild laugh, a release of overflowing power and a response to the gods' provocation.

"Did you hear that, foreign god! This is our awakening!"

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!!!

This time, it was no longer a localized resistance.

The entire battlefield, stretching for several kilometers, was completely engulfed in a frenzy at this moment.

If what happened before was merely the stubborn resistance of a few thousand wooden stakes, then what is happening now is a cataclysmic tectonic movement.

Tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of massive spikes, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, spewed out from every corner and every crack in the battlefield.

They were no longer in passive defense, but transformed into countless bloodthirsty dragons, rushing headlong into the sky.

Even Arjuna's endless rain of black arrows seemed somewhat weak in the face of this boundless sea of ​​wooden stakes.

Crackling sounds!

The black energy arrows exploded within the dense array of wooden stakes, indeed destroying one after another.

But for every stake that falls, ten new stakes are put in place.

This unreasonable "proliferation" forcefully pushed the devastating divine punishment back into the air.

Billions of viewers around the world watched in disbelief at this illogical scene broadcast live.

The once smooth and flat ruins of New Delhi have now been completely transformed into a thorny hell made of blood and steel.

Those thick, pointed stakes crisscrossed, some even reaching a hundred meters in height, piercing the sky and shattering the dim, yellowish sky.

"It's blocked..."

"Is this even possible? Turning a glass floor into your own backyard?"

The center of the battlefield.

The final wave of crimson arrows was completely shredded by several main pillars, each as thick as several people could hug.

Vlad III, holding a spear in one hand, stood atop a massive wooden stake that jutted out towards the sky.

He looked down at the suspended figure in the distance, his chest armor heaving with heavy breathing, but his fierce aura was even stronger than before.

"What's wrong? Is this all you've got?"

Vlad III raised the "King of Execution" in his hand, pointing the tip of the spear at Arjuna from a distance.

"Your 'purification' doesn't seem to be as clean and efficient as you imagined."

"Foreign god, your rain of arrows is but a whetstone for my instruments of torture! Now—it is my turn to judge you!"

100 meters away.

Arjuna, who was suspended in mid-air, did not respond immediately.

He remained in the bow-drawing posture, but the stagnant calm in his once jet-black eyes was finally broken.

A slight ripple.

Or rather, a hint of displeasure at being offended.

In his absolutely binary worldview, there are only "good" and "evil", "purity" and "filth".

The man before us, who has spread filthy instruments of torture across the ground, is undoubtedly the epitome of evil.

"Dirty."

Arjuna slowly lowered the Gandiba Divine Bow from his hand.

But the space behind him began to emit a distorting sound that made your teeth ache.

The divine decoration that was originally just a shattered halo now began to spin wildly, emitting a thick black mist that was almost dripping with water.

"Such ugly resistance."

"Such a filthy obsession."

Arjuna's voice no longer merely echoed in the mind, but vibrated the surrounding atmosphere, triggering low-frequency resonance.

"Since the earth cannot bury your sins..."

He slowly raised his hands, palms up, making a lifting motion.

Above his head, the previously dim yellow sky suddenly darkened.

All the light was swallowed up.

Countless black particles began to converge, compress, and collapse towards the top of his palm.

An aura ten or even a hundred times more terrifying than the rain of arrows that had just filled the sky was brewing there.

"Then so too will you take this land you're so proud of, and your ridiculous insistence..."

The black sphere expanded rapidly, growing to a diameter of tens of meters in an instant, resembling a black sun about to fall.

Arjuna lowered his head, looking down at the dense forest of wooden stakes, his tone icy and devoid of any warmth.

"Purify them together."