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

"Based on infrared spectroscopy and displacement algorithm analysis..."

An intelligence analyst from John Bull broke the silence: "The monster horde is moving at an exponential rate. They have no supply lines, they don't need to rest, and they are advancing eastward at a speed of eighty kilometers per hour."

He typed a few times on the keyboard, and a glaring red dotted line stretched across the map like a sharp blade piercing the heart of Tokyo.

"Estimated contact time: 15 hours."

"If we take into account the terrain obstacles along the way and the potential delays caused by the firefight..." The analyst swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he gave his final conclusion, "The first wave of beasts will arrive at the Tokyo Bay defense line by 8 a.m. at the latest tomorrow."

15 hours.

An American admiral irritably unbuttoned his collar, staring intently at the black, raging tide: "Even if we poured out all our ammunition, we still wouldn't be able to fill this hole!"

"Even if it's not completely filled, it still needs to be filled."

A calm voice came from the head of the table.

Jiang Mingjing, who had returned at some unknown time, leaned back in his chair.

"The defenses must be held, unless you want this thing to crawl out the door and turn the real world into this mess."

His composure did not calm the crowd; instead, it made the atmosphere even more oppressive.

Everyone knew he was stating a fact, but behind that fact lay the despair of hundreds of thousands of soldiers destined to become cannon fodder.

Just then.

Suddenly, golden ripples spread across the center of the command hall, like the surface of water.

A sacred, majestic, and absolutely oppressive will descended.

The light dissipated.

A girl draped in a platinum battle dress appeared out of thin air on the conference table.

She was not carrying any weapons, yet a slowly rotating halo of sunlight floated behind her.

Those pure gold eyes, devoid of human emotion, didn't look at anyone present, but instead locked onto the menacing "Eye of the Abyss" on the big screen.

Joan of Arc, the savior.

"Passive defense is meaningless."

Joan of Arc turned her head, her golden gaze falling on Jiang Ming.

"The core must be destroyed before it fully hatches."

She raised her hand, her slender fingertips lightly touching the air.

The image on the large screen switched instantly, locking onto a coordinate point beneath the towering bone pillar.

"That place is the anchor point connecting the Abyss to this world, and it is also the core of Arjuna's spirit origin. If this connection is severed, all the Black Mud Legions will wither away due to the loss of their energy source."

"This is what they call... a decapitation strike?"

An American admiral couldn't help but interject, "How do we need to coordinate? Air support? Or nuclear weapons to clear the way?"

"unnecessary."

Joan of Arc's answer was cold and direct: "Mortal weapons cannot even penetrate their outer defensive field. Quantity is meaningless in the face of rules."

She looked around, and finally her gaze swept past everyone and landed on two figures in the corner of the command post.

Isaac Newton, who is calculating something, and Li Bai, who is holding a gourd of wine, seemingly dozing off but actually twitching his ears.

"Saber, Rider."

Joan of Arc's voice took on a chilling tone, "In the name of the Savior, I summon you."

Li Bai opened his eyes, a wild smile curving his lips.

He casually hung the wine gourd on his waist, and the Azure Lotus Sword emitted a clear dragon's roar. In an instant, he transformed into a streak of azure light and landed beside the conference table.

"That is indeed my wish, but I dare not ask!"

Newton slowly closed his notebook and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses: "Although from a thermodynamic point of view, this is an extremely unstable high-entropy system, I am very curious about how it will collapse after its energy supply is cut off."

A flash of silver light, and he stood beside Joan of Arc.

"A commando team of three is enough."

Joan looked at Jiang Ming again, her tone more businesslike, "I will use Saver's permissions to forcibly open a channel in the spatial rules and directly send the three of us to the core location of the New Delhi war zone."

"We will confront the true form of the 'Beast'."

She paused here, a rare, human-like glint flashing in her golden eyes.

"But this also means that Tokyo will lose its top-tier combat support."

The command post was deathly silent.

Everyone understood the subtext of those words.

The three strongest players went to raid the enemy base.

The rest of the overwhelming tide of billions of beasts will have to be withstood by the remaining people.

"Commander-in-Chief."

Joan of Arc looked at Jiang Ming and said, "The Human Union Expeditionary Force, along with Caster Frynn and Celestial Master Zhang Ruoxu, are all in your hands."

"You only have one task."

"Before we destroy the core, or...before we all perish."

"Guard this door."

Jiang Ming slowly stood up.

"Master, Ms. Funina, it seems we'll have to be the 'gatekeepers' this time."

Zhang Ruoxu stepped forward with a smile, flicking his whisk lightly, looking completely calm and collected: "Amitabha, even this old Taoist priest will risk his life to protect this small piece of land."

Funina, on the other hand, appeared somewhat stiff. This usually proud water goddess was now tightly clutching the octopus doll in her arms.

She glanced at the densely packed monsters on the screen, then at the composed Jiang Ming, and finally took a deep breath, forcing herself to straighten her back.

"Hmph! Aren't they just a bunch of tasteless, ugly creatures?"

"As the star of the show, this Water God will naturally give the audience the most perfect farewell performance! Just don't hold me back!"

Jiang Ming smiled.

He stretched out his right hand, which was suspended in mid-air.

"Then it's settled."

"You go and kill the gods, we'll guard the gate."

Joan of Arc looked at the hand, remained silent for a moment, then extended her own hand, covered in platinum arm armor, and grasped it firmly.

"May your military prowess flourish."

"May your military prowess flourish."

next second.

A burst of golden light suddenly erupted.

The space was torn apart by an extremely domineering force, and a vortex of light large enough to accommodate three people took shape in the center of the conference room.

"Walk!"

Li Bai let out a loud laugh, a laugh so bold and resounding that it shook the heavens. He was the first to transform into a streak of sword shadow and rush into the vortex.

Newton followed closely behind, his figure disintegrating into countless silver data streams that vanished in the light.

Joan of Arc glanced at Jiang Ming one last time, said nothing more, and turned to step into the radiance.

hum-

With a soft sound, the light dissipated and the vortex closed.

The conference room returned to its previous dim and oppressive atmosphere, with only the residual divine particles in the air still flickering slightly, proving that everything that had just happened was not an illusion.

Pop, pop, pop.

A sharp clapping sounded abruptly, particularly jarring in the deathly silent space.

"Everyone, it's up to us now."

Jiang Mingjing Mirror No. 1 calmly announced.

"Then, final order."

"The entire army is placed at the highest level of combat readiness."

"All units, implement the 'Barrier' plan."

"Repeat, implement the 'Barrier' plan."