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

The tent fell silent once again.

Nobody's a fool.

The previous rebuttals stemmed more from habitual thinking and a reluctance to relinquish interests, but after Jiang Ming so blatantly tore away the fig leaf, everyone was forced to confront the harsh reality:

What's the point of money if you're about to die?

Jiang Ming, mirror image number one, sat back down in his chair and continued tapping his fingers on the table.

"second."

"I don't know how to drive a tank, nor do I understand your complex tactical maneuvers. Therefore, the specific troop deployment will be handled by the joint staff you have formed."

These words eased the tension on the faces of the professional soldiers present.

What they fear most is an amateur instructing an expert. If this superhuman were to micromanage the movement of every single tank, then the battle would be impossible to win.

"but."

Jiang Mingjing abruptly changed the subject, "When your opinions clash, and you argue fiercely, with neither of you able to convince the other..."

He raised his hand and pointed to himself.

"I will make the final decision."

"My decision is final. No explanation or review is needed. You just need to obey. Even if I order you to reclaim land from the sea, you have to jump in."

"agree."

"agree."

I second that.

With everyone's statements, the power structure of this hastily assembled "Five-Nation Joint Expeditionary Force," unprecedented in human history, was formally established by this young man with absolute power.

Just as Jiang Ming's Mirror No. 1 was about to adjourn the meeting and order all departments to carry out the order to shrink the defense line.

"Sizzle—"

The dozen or so tactical displays hanging around the tent were all emitting a piercing electrical hum.

The screen, which was originally displaying a map of Tokyo, instantly distorted and turned into a pale, snowy mess.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable sense of terrifying oppression descended upon the tent as if it were a tangible force.

There was no announcement from the guards as expected, and even the footsteps were very light.

But the moment that hand lifted the curtain, the hairs on the backs of the more than one hundred people in the command post stood up in unison.

It felt like being thrown into a hyperbaric oxygen chamber; my eardrums bulged and my heart skipped a beat.

First, a soft yet undeniable golden light flowed in, and then the platinum figure stepped across the threshold.

Joan of Arc, the savior.

She wore a platinum battle dress that flowed with divine radiance, and a halo of sainthood floated above her head. Her originally clear blue eyes had turned into pure gold, devoid of any human emotion, only showing compassion for all living beings.

The people following behind her were even more important.

Sir Isaac Newton, who turned physics into a killing technique, tapped his triangular cane on the ground with a crisp sound; Li Bai, with a wine gourd hanging from his waist and dressed in a blue robe, yet exuding a sharp sword intent; and the old master Zhang Ruoxu, with white hair and beard and a transcendent aura.

And the last one... uh, the girl who was holding a blue octopus doll and peeking out from behind Zhang Ruoxu, if I'm not mistaken, is that Water Goddess Funina who was slacking off in the bye group?

These five extraordinary individuals, simply by standing there, emitted an energy field that froze the air in the entire command center into a sticky substance.

The American major general, who had just settled into his seat less than two minutes earlier, and the Russian colonel who had been challenging Jiang Ming, both instinctively stood up from their chairs.

Jiang Ming was the only one who remained unperturbed, sitting steadily in the chair that belonged to the Commander-in-Chief.

He rose from his seat, calmly approached the visitor, and spoke first:

"Your Excellency, Savior, I am Jiang Ming, Commander-in-Chief of the Human Alliance Expeditionary Force. How can I assist you?"

Joan of Arc's golden eyes swept across the entire room, finally settling on Jiang Ming.

"The threat of the 'beasts' is imminent, and all forces must be unified and under my command to deal with the crisis of humanity's survival."

This announcement caused the officers, who had just barely gotten used to Jiang Ming's authoritarianism, to change their expressions slightly once again.

However, to everyone's surprise, Jiang Ming's mirror image number one did not refute, and did not even show the slightest displeasure.

He simply nodded calmly, then turned aside, making way for the chair behind him that represented supreme command, and gestured for him to enter.

"That's only right. Please sit down, Your Excellency Savior. We need a new battle plan."

This decisive and efficient approach left everyone present stunned.

Even Li Bai glanced at him, seemingly surprised that he could so easily relinquish power.

Joan of Arc, however, did not take a seat.

To her, worldly power was meaningless. She walked straight to the huge hand-drawn map, her golden eyes looking down at the red marker representing the South Asian subcontinent.

"Time is running out; we must take the initiative."

Her plan was simple and brutal.

"The three of us—Saber, Rider, and I—will immediately head to New Delhi to test the Beast's strength and gather data."

She pointed to Funina and Zhang Ruoxu.

"Caster and this Taoist priest stayed in Tokyo to ensure the safety of 'the door'."

Upon hearing this, Funina tightened her grip on the octopus plushie and nodded like a chick pecking at rice, displaying an obedient look that said, "I will definitely not cause any trouble."

Zhang Ruoxu stroked his beard, having no objection to the arrangement.

Just as Joan of Arc was about to give her final order, a voice interrupted her.

"Your Excellency, Savior."

It is Jiang Ming's mirror image number one.

He walked to the other end of the map, stretched out his finger, and pointed to the China region, the location representing the Potala Palace.

"Before we launch the attack, there is an even more important question."

"The Holy Grail is still there."

"If we allow the corruption of the abyss to spread, we may face a corrupted 'beast' with infinite energy."

Upon hearing this, the temperature inside the tent seemed to drop several degrees.

Joan of Arc and the others were well aware of the rules of the Holy Grail. It was the ultimate prize, and only the victor could touch it. But now, the prize itself had become a nuclear bomb that could explode at any moment!

Joan of Arc remained silent for a moment.

A rapid deduction seemed to flash in her divine eyes.

Then she spoke again, her voice still steady.

"I am no longer a contestant, but a 'savior,' and the rules have no effect on me."

"I can try to move the Holy Grail and take it to a safe place."

This new information put some reassurance on everyone present.

The final battle plan was quickly redefined.

Li Bai and Newton exchanged a glance, seeing in each other a desire for challenge and a fighting spirit against that "unreasonable" enemy.

They will be the first echelon to go to New Delhi to carry out the most dangerous reconnaissance and containment missions.

To ensure everything went perfectly, Joan of Arc raised her hand, and two golden beams of light entered Li Bai and Newton's bodies respectively.

"This is a supplement to the three Command Seals, in case of unforeseen circumstances."

Li Bai felt the burning sensation on the back of his hand and bowed to Joan of Arc with clasped hands.

Newton simply nodded slightly, which was considered an acceptance of the support.

"Then, I will immediately head to Mirror China to transfer the Holy Grail." Joan of Arc looked at Jiang Ming. "Until I return, the defense of Tokyo will be in your hands."

"clear."

Jiang Ming nodded.

"Miss Furnessa, Master Zhang, please also assist the Commander-in-Chief," Joan of Arc instructed in her final words.

Zhang Ruoxu bowed respectfully: "It's my duty."

Funina nodded: "Leave it to me."

The plan is set, and there will be no further delays.

Joan of Arc's figure was the first to transform into a golden speck of light and vanish into thin air inside the tent.

Newton tapped the ground lightly with his cane, and a portal of light composed of countless geometric patterns opened out of thin air. He walked in without looking back.

Li Bai glanced at his charioteer Zhang Ruoxu, the old celestial master smiled at him, and then followed Newton into the gate of light.

In the blink of an eye, only Jiang Ming, Zhang Ruoxu, and Fu Ningna remained in the command post.

And a group of human officers whose brains had shut down, still not recovered from the "divine meeting" they had just attended.

Humanity's last line of defense was divided into three routes.