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

Glug glug...

Countless pale arms stretched out from the shadowy swamp, howling and struggling, desperately reaching for Arjuna in the air.

Arjuna remained indifferent, the shattered divine halo behind him spinning rapidly, black divine fire raining down, burning all the arms reaching towards him to ashes.

But in the instant he was distracted dealing with these "weeds".

A red lightning bolt tore through the black rain of fire.

too fast.

Even Arjuna, who possessed the [Clairvoyance (Beyond) EX], could only catch a fleeting glimpse of it as they approached.

"God, I've got you."

It was a voice full of mockery and tyranny that rang directly in his ears.

Arjuna's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively tried to teleport.

late.

*Pfft!*

A pale hand, not clenched into a fist, but with its five fingers joined together like a knife, pierced Arjuna's chest with unparalleled kinetic energy and penetrating force.

That's where the heart is.

It is also the location of the divine core.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Dracula's bat wingspan was tens of meters wide, casting a huge shadow over Arjuna.

His long, pale hair danced wildly in the chaotic flow of magical energy, and a cruel, sinister smile played on his lips.

"What does your blood... taste like?"

puff!

Dracula didn't hesitate at all, not even giving Arjuna a chance to retaliate. His hand, piercing Arjuna's chest, clenched tightly and then yanked outwards with a violent force!

Click!

That was the sound of some kind of hard crystal breaking.

Arjuna's body trembled violently.

For the first time, genuine astonishment appeared in his eyes, which were originally as cold as ice.

In his chest, within the hollow enveloped in black flames, half of his divine core had been forcibly crushed.

call--

The black flames launched a frenzied counterattack, and the near-immortal regenerative ability of the [Soul Lamp] was activated instantly.

Countless black fleshy buds tried to entwine Dracula's arm, devouring and assimilating it.

But this time, regeneration was hindered.

sizzle...

On Dracula's arm, dark red magic clung like a leech, relentlessly biting at the divine cells that were trying to heal.

That was a curse from legend—[Life Stealing] and [Divine Contamination].

Since I can't kill you, I'll turn you into a monster like me.

"Get out of here!!!"

Arjuna finally lost that superior composure.

He let out an angry roar, and the immense divine power within him erupted indiscriminately, transforming into a black shockwave that violently sent Dracula flying as he was locked in close combat.

However, the large hole in his chest did not heal instantly as before.

Black flames flickered at the edge of the wound, mixed with glaring blood, and the healing process was so slow that it was visible to the naked eye.

"Is this... pain?"

Arjuna clutched his chest and staggered back two steps.

A hundred meters away, Dracula gracefully flipped and landed in mid-air.

He licked the black divine blood that stained his fingers, a look of ecstasy and madness on his face.

"Don't rush, Your Majesty the High God."

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Dracula's figure blurred again, instantly splitting into hundreds of blood-red afterimages that surrounded Arjuna.

"The banquet... has only just begun."

With each afterimage that flashed by, a cluster of fierce sparks would fly from Arjuna's body. His divine skin would be torn apart, and his black blood would be greedily devoured by the blood-red thorns in the domain before it even hit the ground.

In the center of the battlefield, Arjuna, who had been passively taking hits, suddenly stopped moving.

His dark, abyss-like pupils suddenly lost all color amidst Dracula's frenzied attacks.

Like a rapidly spinning palette, after mixing all the colors, it finally settles into a breathtaking pure white.

"Buzz—"

An indescribable sense of shock erupted from Arjuna's spiritual core.

Dracula's afterimage instantly merged into one.

The pale tyrant stood a hundred meters away, his enormous blood-red bat wings completely enveloping him, and for the first time, a deep and solemn fear appeared in his crimson eyes.

He sensed it.

A deeper, more profound, and more indescribable terrifying force is awakening.

The remnants and wails of the thousands of Hindu gods that Arjuna had devoured finally found an outlet on the edge of the shattering of the divine core.

Arjuna is no longer a god.

He set himself ablaze, transforming into a festering sore that bore the sins of the entire continent and the whole era.

"Since this world is beyond redemption..."

Arjuna slowly opened his arms, his body twisting and expanding in the black light and shadow, as if countless venomous snakes were slithering wildly beneath his skin.

Each emerging rune represents a curse abandoned by the times.

His voice was no longer booming, but became sharp and piercing, layered with the wails of men and women, young and old, exploding directly in the minds of all mankind:

"Mother Ganga, have mercy on this defiled child."

As this prayer was uttered, the space of the mirror world began to groan in despair, overwhelmed by its own weight.

"The cup is made of a bow bestowed by heaven and a broken divine ring. All that is seen by this eye is evil."

Arjuna raised his head, his pure white eyes devoid of any humanity.

"Come, let sins flow like a river, let evil become an abyss—"

"I am the Great Grail, Mother, drink my pus!"

[True Name Release: This body is the Greater Grail - Mother, please drink my pus]

Boom! ...

At this moment, the entire Indian plate of the mirror world seemed to let out a mournful cry.

A massive black singularity, a kilometer in diameter, silently collapsed behind Arjuna.

The live broadcast screen outside was instantly distorted.

People see New Delhi in a mirrored world, instantly shrouded in a blood-red "filter".

The sky was no longer a hazy yellow, but a thick, blood-red color.

The glass on the earth is liquefying and roaring.

At the center of that terrifying singularity, a turbulent river composed of black pus and white bones, like a dying black python, defied the laws of gravity and roared out of the singularity in the sky!

"Splash—"

This was not the clear sound of rushing water, but the deep rumble of billions of curses rubbing and squeezing against each other.

That's a strong acid that can even corrode space itself.

Wherever the Black Ganges flows, the rules of the material world are forcibly rewritten.

The Blood Swamp beneath Vlad III's feet, which had been expanding wildly just moments before, turned into a quagmire the moment it came into contact with the black water, like boiling oil poured onto snow.

"Sizzle sizzle..."

The sickening sound of dissolving echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

Those crimson thorns and shadow tentacles, materialized from Dracula's magic, couldn't even last a second under the scouring of the Black River. They withered and turned black instantly, then transformed into pools of foul-smelling pus, becoming part of this river of death in turn.

"What...what the hell is this?!"

For the first time, disbelief appeared on Dracula's狰狞 face.

He flapped his enormous bat wings violently, trying to elevate himself and escape the land that was being swallowed up.

However, the body that could normally travel thousands of miles in an instant with just a thought now felt as heavy as if it were carrying a mountain.

That is the weight of "sin".

Within this reversed Ganges River realm, all beings who have failed to attain Buddhahood and are deemed "evil" are deprived of the right to fly.