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

Without any warning, the massive shadow of the Fujian aircraft carrier suddenly came to life.

What was originally just an optical phenomenon now resembles boiling asphalt, churning and expanding wildly, flowing towards the sea surface against the laws of physics.

Quack!!

The first cry rang out, sharp as metal scraping against glass.

Then came the second tone, the ten-thousandth tone.

Within that pitch-black shadow, countless scarlet eyes suddenly snapped open.

Immediately afterwards, tens of thousands of ravens, entirely black and shrouded in black mist, surged forth like a flood.

One hundred thousand? Or two hundred thousand?

No one can count them all.

In that instant, even the dark clouds in the sky were obscured by the soaring black storm.

This is an army composed of pure shadow energy, belonging exclusively to Jiang Ming's Mirror One—the Shadow Raven Legion.

They have no physical form, do not need to breathe, and know nothing of fear.

Jiang Ming's mirror image number one had a thought.

The sky was filled with dark shadows, like a giant shroud, which crashed head-on into the massive black mud wave that was tens of meters high.

There was no muffled thud of flesh colliding, only the tearing sound of a sharp blade cutting through rotten flesh.

A massive black mud beast charging at the front swung its sharp claws, its monstrous strength enough to tear apart a tank, and slammed into a shadow raven.

The Shadow Raven instantly disintegrated into a cloud of black mist, but the next second, the mist reformed behind the monster's head.

puff!

The sharp beak, like a chisel, precisely pecked out the monster's left eye, and then, without any pause, pierced through its eye socket and emerged from the back of its head.

The massive body of the black mud monster crashed to the ground.

But this is only the beginning.

The Shadow Raven Legion is like a group of precisely operated scalpels. They do not compete with monsters in brute force, but instead use their ability to switch between reality and illusion to specialize in attacking joints, eyeballs, and throats.

On the coastline, the originally unstoppable black mud waves were actually held back by this force.

What...is that?

"Who cares what it is! They're friendly forces!" The squad leader next to him slapped his helmet. "Load! Stop watching, fire!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Having gained a respite, the human expeditionary force erupted in a deafening roar once more.

On the sea, Black Mud Funina was clearly enraged by this sudden turn of events.

Her dark face contorted as she swung down the scepter formed from the filth of the abyss.

A black water blade, hundreds of meters long, swept out, attempting to wipe out the annoying flock of crows.

puff.

Hundreds of shadow crows were cut in half the moment they came into contact with the water blade.

But it didn't work.

They were shadows to begin with, and their broken bodies transformed into an even denser black mist, which flowed upstream along the trajectory of the water blades.

The mist clung to Black Mud Funina's arms like countless black chains, digging deep into her flesh and blood, abruptly halting her second strike mid-air.

"Got you?"

Jiang Mingjing Mirror No. 1 stood on the top of the island superstructure, slowly raising his right hand to the sky, his index finger pointing straight at the bound figure.

Weathering With You: Thunderous Judgment

The already oppressive dark clouds were completely torn apart at this moment.

There was no preparatory process.

Snap!

A blinding bolt of lightning, over ten meters in diameter, carrying the might of heaven, pierced straight through the sky like a lance of judgment, striking precisely on the head of Black Mud Funina.

There were no screams.

Because the speed at which sound travels cannot even keep up with the speed at which destruction comes.

The extremely high temperature brought by the high-voltage current instantly carbonized and evaporated half of Black Mud Funina's body.

The Blackwater Theater that had just risen from the ground beneath her feet collapsed like building blocks under the impact of this destructive energy.

A huge white cloud of steam exploded on the sea surface.

When the steam dissipated, the arrogant black mud girl had vanished, leaving only a pool of slowly writhing black mud.

Jiang Mingjing stared at the pool of black mud, his expression still cold and stern.

really.

The muddy mass quickly receded and sank into the black swamp below.

Just three seconds later, a hundred meters away, the black mud churned, and the dark figure reformed once more.

This time, however, her size was noticeably reduced by a third.

Obviously, even a creature from the abyss would not be unscathed after being struck by lightning.

Just then, something unexpected happened.

A chilling low-frequency vibration suddenly came from beneath the sea surface.

"Warning! Underwater sonar contact! Huge target! Right beneath the keel!"

The sonar crew of the Fujian roared in terror.

The next second, eight thick, black tentacles, resembling tunnel boring machines, with disgusting suction cups and bone spikes, burst out of the water on both sides of the aircraft carrier, like a giant cage, attempting to drag this 80,000-ton steel behemoth directly into the deep sea.

It's that black mud version of Lord Uther!

Taking advantage of the gap in Jiang Ming's Mirror Image No. 1's attack on its main body, this cunning deep-sea behemoth managed to sneak up to the core of the fleet.

"not good!"

Just as Funina in the air was about to command her retinue to return to their aid.

"Leave it to me."

Jiang Ming's voice, mirroring number one, interrupted her.

To everyone's astonishment, the Allied Commander-in-Chief did not summon any defensive measures, but instead leaped off the flight deck, which was more than 30 meters high.

suicide?

No.

He was in mid-air when his body suddenly lost its fixed shape.

【Elemental Incarnation: The Form of Flowing Water】

The human body, which was originally made of flesh and blood, disintegrated in the torrential rain and turned into a crystal clear, high-speed flowing stream of water.

The focus shifts to the underwater area.

The once dark, cold, and oppressive deep sea has now become the home ground of Jiang Ming's Mirror 1.

He is no longer bound by human physiological limits; water pressure, oxygen, and resistance all cease to exist.

The enormous black mud octopus was clinging tightly to the bottom of the Fujian with its suckers, attempting to sever the propeller shaft with its tentacles.

Suddenly, an extremely dangerous stream of water formed behind it.

puff!puff!puff!

The Jiang Ming Mirror Image No. 1, which had transformed into a stream of water, stirred up a terrifying vortex tens of meters in diameter on the seabed.

He was like a high-speed rotating meat grinder, frantically cutting the black mud octopus.

The tough tentacles were as fragile as tofu in front of the water blade.

In a single exchange, all eight tentacles were severed at the root, and black, foul blood exploded in the seawater.

The black mud octopus let out a silent roar, opening its fang-filled mouth in an attempt to devour the destructive "liquid man."

Whoosh!

The water flowed suddenly converged in front of it, reforming into the humanoid outline of Jiang Ming Mirror No. 1.

This time, however, he held a crystal-clear spear in his hand.

"Since we're in the water, let's freeze into popsicles."