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

For the tens of thousands of black mud pterosaurs circling over Tokyo Bay, searching for prey, the world suddenly became an absurd joke.

The air currents that originally supported their gliding suddenly became shackles that dragged them downwards—or rather, upwards—towards the upside-down ocean.

Their once-proud wings now became a burden. Countless strange birds let out terrified cries, like a flock of kites with broken strings, defying their biological instincts, and "fell" straight into the shimmering blue sea above them.

No water splashed.

When the black body touched the water mirror called "Judgment," there was no muffled sound of entering the water, but rather a hissing sound like a red-hot iron block being thrown into ice and snow.

Those were not ordinary seawater, but rather a cage that Funina, in her authority as "Lord of the Waters," had embodied the concept of "justice."

Once you get involved, you become a sinner.

Beneath the water's surface, countless transparent chains made of pure magic emerged like venomous snakes.

They ignored the monsters' struggles and precisely wrapped their arms around the necks, wings, and ankles of each pterosaur.

That is the embodiment of the "lies and sins deep within the heart" and the more the monster struggles, the tighter the chains become.

Just three seconds.

A silent black snow began to fall over Tokyo Bay.

More than 90% of the Black Mud Wyverns didn't even have time to let out a final wail before the chaotic energy originating from the abyss within their bodies violently collided with the absolute order within the barrier.

Their bodies disintegrated at a microscopic level, turning into black carbon dust that filled the air.

This is the true value of the A+ rank Anti-World Noble Phantasm [Comedy's End]. On this stage, all hypocrisy must give way to truth.

The remaining ten percent of the elite individuals, all of enormous size, were still trying to resist. They frantically devoured the remnants of their fallen companions, attempting to reconstruct even more grotesque limbs to withstand the water pressure.

But before they could complete their evolution, a massive shadow had already enveloped them.

"Miss Shebereta, it's time to clear the area!"

With a shout from Funina, the heavily armored giant crab leaped into the air, its massive claws, powerful enough to crush the keel of an aircraft carrier, swung through the water, leaving a trail of afterimages.

Click!Click!

The writhing chunks of flesh, like substandard props, were ruthlessly cut and crushed by this demanding "set manager."

As the last vestige of darkness dissipated in the water, the inverted water mirror covering the entire Tokyo Bay collapsed into billions of points of light, and the world returned to normal, gravity returning to its original state. A brief, deafening silence descended upon the once bustling battlefield.

Only the thick layer of black powder covering the coastline proved that the massacre just now was not an illusion.

"You...you won?"

On the deck of the USS Ford, a young sailor with an oil-stained face trembled as he lowered his binoculars.

However, before they could finally breathe a sigh of relief, a high-frequency buzzing sound that made their teeth ache came without warning from the western horizon.

Amidst the alarms flashing red lights on all the radar screens, the black powder on the coastline, which had been completely "dead," began to liquefy again as if it were alive.

They seeped into the ground through cracks and merged into the vast network of abyssal tunnels.

Immediately afterwards, the earth cracked open.

Fifteen kilometers from the coastline, in the ruins, two hundred thousand newly born black mud monsters surged forth like erupting volcanic lava.

They squeezed, trampled, and roared, forming a black wave tens of meters high, slamming down on the Tokyo Bay defense line with an overwhelming force.

"Fire!! Don't let them get close!!"

At this moment, all the main guns of the combined fleet fired at their maximum rate of fire.

The dense barrage of grenades blasted open huge gaps in the beast tide, but against such a massive number, these gaps were like stones thrown into the ocean, lasting less than half a second before being filled by the monsters surging up from behind.

"puff--"

At the bow of the Fujian warship, the old Celestial Master Zhang Ruoxu, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly leaned forward and spat a mouthful of red, stagnant blood onto the golden array diagram.

The once dazzling Bagua light patterns beneath him dimmed instantly, but his withered hands remained firmly pressed on the nodes of the array's core, his nails cracked, and blood flowed along the deck's patterns.

This line of defense ultimately failed.

The black mud monsters at the very front rushed into the blind spot of the ship's cannons.

Instead of slowing down, they frantically jumped into the sea, using their bodies to build floating bridges on the surface.

Those behind them, stepping over the corpses of their companions, leaped directly onto the deck of the outer escort ship like a swarm of fleas going mad.

boom!

An Arleigh Burke-class destroyer of the U.S. Third Fleet suffered heavy damage to its port side.

That wasn't artillery fire, but the kinetic energy damage caused by thousands of monsters simultaneously crashing into the ship's hull. Seawater flooded the deck, which was tilted at a 30-degree angle, and alarms blared mournfully.

"Get out of here! You bunch of scum!"

The ship's close-in weapon system gunners desperately pulled the triggers, and thousands of tungsten-core armor-piercing rounds per minute tore the monsters that rushed onto the deck to shreds.

But a black mud behemoth with only half a head left charged through the hail of bullets to the gun position, opened its huge mouth and bit the red-hot cannon barrel. With a burst of strength from its neck, it actually uprooted the entire Phalanx turret and flung it into the turbulent sea.

Just as the monster was about to rush into the bridge and slaughter the command center, a string of huge rainbow-colored bubbles fell from the sky.

That's Mrs. Hevima.

The bubbles released by the elegant seahorse did not burst; instead, they precisely enveloped the dozen or so rampaging monsters on the deck.

No matter how they tore at it with their claws, the seemingly thin bubble wall was as tough as glue, carrying them slowly away from the deck and sinking into the high-pressure zone of the deep sea.

But this is just a drop in the ocean.

Behind the monster horde, the endless black mud did not continue its charge, but instead began to pile up and bulge in a bizarre manner.

Under the gaze of countless astonished eyes, a black, teardrop-shaped building, hundreds of meters tall, rose from the ground.

The twisted dome, the sharp pillars, and the entrance that seemed to be laughing—it was clearly a replica of the [Eternal Theater] that Frynn had just summoned!

The heavy door slowly opened, accompanied by a nauseating, stringy sound.

A figure stepped out.

It was a young girl, wearing her signature iris hat and an elaborate dress, twirling an exquisite cane in her hand.

However, she was entirely black.

It was like a sculpture cast from the dirtiest oil, and even the heterochromatic eyes that should have been lively were replaced by two burning purple ghost flames.

Black Mud Funina.

Behind her, three enormous shadows crawled out.

The black mud version of Lord Uther has doubled in size. The originally round and cute ball-shaped octopus is now covered with bony spines that induce trypophobia, and the waving of its tentacles brings up a stenchy hurricane.

That black mud crab had a slimy, oil-like substance flowing from its shell, and its claws were large enough to snap the bridge of a destroyer.