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

"Issuing an order in the name of a Command Spell—"

"Vlad III! Tear apart your principles, embrace your curse!"

Raju roared from the depths of his throat the forbidden word that was enough to drive the Grand Duke mad:

"Free yourself from everything you hate! Become—'Dracula'!!!"

boom!!!

Vlad III, who was struggling under divine punishment, suddenly stiffened.

It was a kind of rape from the depths of the soul.

The absolute authority of the Command Seals was like a red-hot hammer, shattering the last psychological defense he had built for himself.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Vlad III roared to the heavens. But the roar no longer carried the majesty of a king; only the savagery and agony of a beast remained.

The "illusory image" that had been sealed within him by the "Innocent Monster" skill, the "Vampire King" woven from countless novels, movies, and rumors of later generations, was released by his Master at this moment.

Click.

That was the sound of spirit foundation reorganization.

Under the horrified gaze of billions of eyes around the world, Vlad III's once moon-like silver hair instantly lost its luster, turning into a deathly pale ashes.

His black armor, symbolizing a guardian ghost general, did not break. Instead, it began to writhe as if alive, sprouting countless sharp barbs that grew tightly together with his flesh.

The scariest thing is his face.

His once handsome and cold face became eerie and distorted, and his skin took on the bluish-white hue characteristic of a corpse.

As he opened his mouth wide in agony, two fangs pierced his lips, and blood dripped down his chin, only to turn into burning blood mist in mid-air.

[WARNING: Spirit Origin Nature Changed!]

The skill "Innocent Monster (Sealed)" has been shattered!

[Gained EX-level unique skill: Bloodstained King]

[Bloodstained King (EX): When bearing the name "Dracula," all "infamy" transforms into power. Even if despised by the whole world, it can be converted into magic. Attack against "humans" increases, the urge to drink blood becomes uncontrollable, pain perception is blocked, rationality is lost by 30%, and all parameters are forcibly increased by two levels!]

This is the price to pay.

Selling one's soul for power.

"roar……"

A deep, guttural roar, as if from the depths of hell, rolled out from the "monster's" throat.

The concept of judgment against evil (special): EX, which had been suppressing Vlad III, suddenly became ineffective at this moment.

Because he was still struggling with the idea that "I am not a bad person," he was judged as such.

Now, he has become evil itself.

Arjuna's emotionless eyes flickered once more.

He looked down at the creature below that reeked of nauseating blood, and a rare, slight smile appeared on his lips.

It's the satisfaction of a hunter finally seeing his prey grow up.

Arjuna slowly descended, the divine halo behind him spinning, and countless black particles condensing in his palm.

"This is how you should be, such pure filth, such extreme depravity... only this is worthy of my purification."

However, before he could finish speaking...

The pale figure that had been standing in the ruins vanished into thin air.

There was no starting motion, nor any sign of an impending burst of magic.

That was pure, extreme speed, so fast that even space couldn't leave a trace.

boom! !

A muffled thud exploded in mid-air.

Arjuna's divine shield, strong enough to withstand a nuclear explosion, shattered without warning.

Five deep, bone-revealing cracks appeared out of nowhere on the shield, as if they had been torn open by some invisible blade.

Immediately afterwards, a pale and hideous face suddenly appeared very close to Arjuna's field of vision.

Those once scarlet eyes had now turned into a chaotic sea of ​​blood.

"Where are you looking?"

Dracula's voice sounded like the overlapping cries of countless bats.

puff!

A pale claw, its nails swelled to the size of blades, pierced through the shattered shield without hindrance and gripped Arjuna's divinely crafted white robe.

Sizzle—!

Sparks flew everywhere.

The robe that symbolized divine purity was torn in large chunks, leaving three bloody scratch marks on Arjuna's indestructible, dark skin.

"roll!!"

Dracula let out a roar, his arm muscles instantly bulged, and a terrifying burst of strength erupted, slamming the "Perfect God" that was floating in the air into the ground like trash.

Boom!

The crystal-clear earth was cratered by a meteorite impact.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere.

For a moment, audiences around the world even forgot to breathe.

"This is... a vampire?"

"This is some kind of demon or spirit!"

Arjuna slowly floated up from the ruins.

He glanced down at the scratches on his chest, the wounds stained with some kind of dark red curse, preventing his divine restoration.

"A beast," Arjuna's voice turned cold, "a vulgar animal that knows no manners."

hum-

The space behind him distorted once more, and countless black arrows of divine punishment took shape again.

But this time, before he could release his power, he discovered that his surroundings had changed.

The wooden stakes that Vlad III had summoned are now undergoing a bizarre transformation.

Under the corrosive influence of Dracula's overflowing magic, these instruments of torture, symbolizing the protection of the nation, were all stained with ominous blood.

They began to twist and spiral, transforming into thorny brambles covered in barbs, like living tentacles, wildly waving in the air.

"It's not over yet..."

In the distance, Raju, leaning against the broken wall, looked at the Servant who had gone completely mad, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He could feel his life force rapidly draining away along with the other end of the contract.

That monster is a bottomless pit, greedily draining everything from its Master.

But that's not enough.

This level of effort is not enough to kill a god.

Radu struggled to raise his arm, and on the blood-stained back of his hand, the last Command Seal was radiating a final, lingering glow.

"As long as we can win... I'll give my life for it."

Radu bit his tongue hard, using the excruciating pain to regain his senses.

"In the name of the final Command Seal—"

"Lancer! Don't worry about me! Don't worry about the future!"

"Give me—this victory!!!"

hum! ! !

The last Command Seal burned out completely.

A crimson light shot into the sky like a pillar of blood, dyeing the entire sky above Mirror New Delhi an ominous crimson.

Having received this massive infusion of magical power, which could be described as a "sacrifice," Dracula in the center of the battlefield raised his head and let out a roar that could shatter eardrums.

puff!puff!

Two teeth-grinding tearing sounds rang out.

Behind him, the tattered black cloak shattered completely, replaced by a pair of enormous bat wings that blotted out the sky, composed of pure blood and shadow.

Centered on Dracula, the smooth, crystalline earth beneath his feet was instantly swallowed by the black swamp.