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

Li Bai took a step forward, his figure turning into a blur.

The opening stance of the Azure Lotus Sword Song is "The Sword of the Great River Descends from Heaven".

A hundred-meter-wide cyan sword waterfall swept down from nowhere, carrying a sharpness sharp enough to cut through atomic bonds, instantly turning more than a hundred black mud Li Bai figures directly in front of it into dust.

At the same time, the prism in Newton's hand refracted a high-energy gamma ray, which, through complex geometric refraction, precisely detonated two hundred gravitational singularities on the right.

The chain reaction of energy collapse evaporated large areas of black mud.

Clearance.

It only took three seconds.

However, before the acrid smell in the air could dissipate, the boiling ground began to churn violently once more.

This time, it's not a few hundred.

The black mud was like a flood bursting its banks, instantly forming a giant black wave tens of meters high.

The waves crashed down, solidifying into two thousand replicas with complete facial features, exuding an even more refined aura.

They even learned tactical coordination.

A thousand black mud Newtons joined forces to construct a gravity cage, completely locking away the space for Li Bai to dodge.

Immediately afterwards, a thousand Li Bais from the Black Mud Sect unleashed the exact same sword move – "Bring in the Wine".

That was a torrent of sword energy that would have been troublesome even for the original version.

"That's interesting."

The drunkenness in Li Bai's eyes dissipated, replaced by pure fighting spirit.

Just as he was about to raise his sword to meet the attack head-on, a white-gold light suddenly shone from his side and behind.

Joan of Arc made her move.

The holy banner was waved, and an absolute defensive barrier called "My Lord is Here" was opened, blocking all the black sword energy that filled the sky from three meters away.

But this time, there was no sign of relief on the savior's face.

Those golden eyes were fixed on the deepest part of the black mud tide.

There, an aura that made her feel physically disgusted was rising.

The mud parted to both sides, as if welcoming a king.

A figure slowly floated into the air.

It was a young girl.

She wore a jet-black battle dress, and the cross emblem on her chest was a desecrated, inverted, blood-red color.

Her once smooth golden hair had turned into a withered gray, and her eyes held no divinity, only malice capable of devouring all light.

Black Mud Jeanne.

In her hand, she held a tattered flag, oozing black pus and blood.

"This joke has gone a bit too far." Li Bai tightened his grip on his sword.

Black Joan of Arc didn't waste any words; she simply raised the black flag in her hand and pointed it at the real Joan of Arc.

hum-

A dark curtain of light unfolded behind her, a reversed barrier composed entirely of negative concepts such as "despair," "depravity," and "betrayal."

When the light barrier collided with Joan of Arc's holy light barrier, there was no violent explosion, only a chilling swallowing sound.

The sacred defense that was originally impervious to all magic began to turn black and rot the moment it came into contact with the object.

"It's parsing."

Jeanne's voice was eerily calm, devoid of any emotional fluctuation. "Through our contact just now, that monster has analyzed 30% of the underlying logic of the 'Savior' class. Although it was just a clumsy imitation, the energy level it used was the Abyss."

Using endless abyssal energy to forcibly simulate miracles.

This is brute force.

"I've figured it out."

Newton, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.

"At this rate of proliferation and analysis efficiency, that imposter will completely master your defense mechanism in 4 minutes. At that time, the number of clones here will exceed 100,000."

Newton looked up at the two men and uttered that cold, hard number:

"Our survival time is capped at 17 minutes."

"This is still based on an ideal model, assuming that we are tireless and have unlimited energy."

17 minutes.

For a war, that's not even enough to cook a pot of rice.

But for the three of them at this moment, this is a countdown to hell.

The surrounding black mud continued to writhe, and the third and fourth waves of clones were being conceived. The abyss eye hanging high in the sky didn't even look at them directly, but rather looked at them as if they were a few bacteria in a petri dish.

"Saber, Rider."

Joan of Arc suddenly put away the holy banner.

The divine radiance emanating from her body began to recede, compressing entirely onto her skin and forming a high-density film of light.

"Execute Plan B."

Li Bai was taken aback for a moment, then understood what she meant.

The so-called Plan B is the suicide plan.

"That core," Joan of Arc pointed to the towering bone pillar in the distance, "is the physical anchor of Arjuna's spirit origin. As long as it is severed, the projection of the Abyss in this world will lose its power supply."

"I'll cut it."

"What about here?" Li Bai pointed to the overwhelming black army in front of him, and the black mud Jeanne d'Arc that exuded a terrifying aura. "This imposter won't just stand by and watch you pass by."

"So someone needs to stop her."

Joan of Arc turned her head, and the two figures were reflected in her golden eyes.

"Stop this army, stop that black-clad me."

"It only takes 10 minutes."

"Either I sever the core, or you die in battle."

This is the purest rational judgment, devoid of any human sentiment, yet it is also the only way to break the deadlock.

Li Bai remained silent for a moment.

Then, he laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.

"Good! A classic 'succeed or die' situation!"

He untied the wine gourd from his waist, tilted his head back, and drank deeply. The spicy wine flowed down his chin, wetting his blue robe.

"That's what a man should do! Leave that imposter to me!"

Newton sighed, but his hands did not stop moving.

He slammed the staff inlaid with the triangular mirror into the ground, and countless alchemical spells spread wildly around him.

"From a probabilistic point of view, this is the only non-zero success rate solution."

There was no goodbye.

No farewell is needed.

Joan of Arc nodded.

next second.

boom!

She transformed into a straight, platinum laser beam, ignoring the layers of obstacles in her path, and charged directly toward the bone pillar five kilometers away.

"roar--!!!"

Black Mud Jeanne let out a shrill, inhuman scream.

She swung the black flag down suddenly, and tens of thousands of clones simultaneously turned, attempting to cut off the light.

"Your opponent is this Sword Immortal!"

A loud shout resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

Li Bai became one with his sword, and the azure sword light surged to a thousand meters in length, forcefully cleaving a gap in the black tide and cutting off all paths that were trying to pursue Joan of Arc.

At the same time, the gravitational field went berserk.

Newton pressed his hands together, and the gravity within a two-kilometer radius instantly reversed.

Thousands upon thousands of black mud replicas floated uncontrollably into the air, then were crushed into a pulp by the gravitational pull that squeezed in from all directions.

"Walk!"

Li Bai turned around and roared.

Joan of Arc's figure did not pause for a moment, smashing through all the obstacles along the way, and disappeared into the depths of the black mist.

The battlefield was divided.

On one side is the savior charging alone.

On one side are two heroic spirits fighting a desperate battle.

Black Mud Jeanne slowly withdrew her gaze.

She looked at the two ants blocking her way, and for the first time, an expression appeared on her pale and distorted face.

It was an extremely mocking and cruel laugh.

She raised the black holy flag in her hand and slammed it heavily on the ground.

thump.

Black ripples spread, and the black mud that had just been destroyed by Li Bai and Newton reorganized and regenerated at ten times the speed.

Twenty thousand.

fifty thousand.

One hundred thousand.

The entire land has become the enemy.

"Six minutes?"

Li Bai wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, his sword pointing directly at the black-clad witch.

"It seems like we've been underestimated."

Newton rolled up his sleeves expressionlessly, revealing his arms covered in a dense array of magic loops.

"Correct the data."

"Based on this rate of proliferation..."

"We probably only have 9 minutes to live."

"Then let these 9 minutes feel a little longer."

Li Bai let out a long roar, and instead of retreating, he advanced, unleashing his first sword strike amidst the boundless black despair.