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

Beneath the deep sea, what should have been a deathly darkness was now illuminated by the gleaming white tip of the gun.

Jiang Ming's Mirror Image No. 1 is suspended under the pressure of thousands of tons of seawater. The long spear, which is made of high-purity water elements compressed and condensed, is not held in his hand, but is integrated with his right arm.

In this realm of liquids, he is the rule.

The black mud octopus, now missing eight tentacles, was still writhing wildly. The filthy black blood gushing from its severed mouth tried to pollute the surrounding seawater, but was firmly blocked a meter away by an invisible repulsive barrier.

"On a physical level, water is the source of life."

Jiang Ming's voice did not travel through vocal cord vibrations, but instead traveled directly along the frequency of the water waves, penetrating the monster's auditory nerves—if it even had them.

"But from a thermodynamic perspective, water is also the best coffin."

hum!

Centered on Jiang Ming Mirror No. 1, the originally flowing seawater stopped its clamor in an instant.

The thermal motion of molecules was forcibly stripped away, and the terrifyingly low temperature was conducted along the hydrogen bond chain of water molecules at a speed that even surpassed nerve reflexes.

Click.

The massive body of the black mud octopus suddenly stiffened.

It tried to spit out ink, but the pitch-black liquid solidified into black ice spikes less than half a meter from its mouthparts, piercing its own throat in the opposite direction.

What followed was a silent piercing spectacle.

Then Jiang Mingjing mirrored Number One's raised right hand and made a grasping motion in the air.

The seawater within a radius of 100 meters instantly solidified, transforming into thousands of crystal-clear triangular ice spears, which, propelled by the high pressure of the deep sea, simultaneously bombarded the giant live target from all directions.

There is no suspense.

That tough outer skin, which could withstand even torpedoes, became as brittle as a sheet of paper under the combined impact of extreme cold and high pressure.

The ice spear pierced its body, shattered its internal organs, and finally pinned it to the seabed like a specimen.

……

On the sea.

The once turbulent Tokyo Bay now appears to have been forcibly slowed down.

On the port side of the Fujian aircraft carrier, a huge black ice slab broke through the water; it was the head of a black mud octopus, completely frozen into an ice sculpture.

Its once malevolent, scarlet eyes are now covered with a thick layer of white frost, dull and lifeless.

"It's really ugly, let's just smash it."

In the air, Funina curled her lip in disdain.

She didn't need to say anything; the heavily armored Cancer "Miss Shebeleta," who had been waiting by her side, couldn't contain herself any longer.

The enormous creature let out a loud screech, and its two giant claws, powerful enough to crush the armor of a main battle tank, were raised high and slammed down on the ice sculpture's head with terrifying hydraulic force.

boom! ! !

Ice shards mixed with black powder exploded everywhere, like a black and white fireworks display on the sea.

But this is only a partial victory.

Along the coastline, the despairing black wave continued its advance. Two hundred thousand black mud monsters did not stop because of the death of one giant beast. They trampled over the corpses of their companions, ignoring the dense fire net of human defenses, and were less than eight hundred meters away from the first breakwater.

At this speed, they could rush into the trenches in three minutes at most and tear those tens of thousands of soldiers from various countries to shreds.

Splash!

On the sea surface, the human-shaped water flow reassembled.

Jiang Mingjing Mirror No. 1 stands tall, riding the waves.

"It's too hot."

He said softly.

Despite the terrible weather of a violent storm, he felt as if he were in the sweltering heat.

Weathering With You: Absolute Zero

Suddenly, the world fell silent.

A chill that made even the soul tremble descended without warning.

Everyone looked up in shock.

The torrential rain that had been pouring down from the sky suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Every drop of rain instantly condensed into sharp icicles, and the originally gray world was refracted into a deathly white by the sky full of crystals.

"fall."

Jiang Mingjing pressed down with his finger.

It was a storm made up of billions of ice needles.

They did not cover indiscriminately, but rather, as if they had eyes, bypassed the human positions and poured everything into that black tide of beasts.

The charging black mud monsters suddenly froze.

A layer of grayish-white ice quickly formed on the originally liquid-like black skin. The lubricating fluid in the joints froze, and the muscle fibers hardened and broke at the low temperature.

Click!Click!

Those monsters, which were originally as agile as cheetahs, now resembled rusty machines, with countless cracks appearing on their bodies with every step they took.

Some monsters even have their limbs break off while running at high speed because they cannot withstand the inertia of their torsos.

But this is not enough.

Black mud is essentially a manifestation of abyssal energy; it cannot be killed by simple physical freezing.

"Since we can't get in from the outside, let's come in from the inside."

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

quack!

The dark cloud that had been hovering low in the sky began to move.

Tens of thousands of Shadow Ravens are pure shadow energy entities; they have no physical form and are therefore unaffected by the low temperature.

Under the will of Jiang Ming's Mirror Image No. 1, these black phantoms let out excited cries. They folded their wings and, like black bullets, crashed straight into the frozen monsters.

Instead of attacking the hard ice shell, they followed the cracks in the monster's body, like wisps of black smoke, and directly entered the monster's body.

The next second, a terrifying scene unfolded.

Those monsters, which had previously been slow-moving, suddenly began to tremble violently.

Immediately afterwards, their chest cavities, abdomens, and skulls were as if they had been stuffed into a high-speed rotating meat grinder.

Puff puff!

Countless black feathers mixed with black mud debris gushed out from the monster's eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and every crack in its body.

The Shadow Raven Legion frantically tore at, devoured, and destroyed the core structure within the monster's body.

Less than half a minute had passed.

The 50,000 monsters at the forefront collapsed and shattered in large pieces, turning into black ice shards all over the ground, as if the base of a building block had been removed.

The once deafening battlefield was now reduced to the howling of wind and snow.

At this moment, the black wave that was originally so powerful that it could have swallowed up the land has now turned into a ten-kilometer-long ice sculpture graveyard on the surface of Tokyo Bay.

The laws of thermodynamics reveal their cruelest side here: molecular motion ceases, and life, or rather, pseudo-life in the abyss, no longer has the right to cross boundaries.

The 200,000 black mud monsters that followed crowded at the edge of the ice field, not daring to cross the line.

The fact that they don't feel pain doesn't mean they don't have instincts.

In that stark white realm of absolute zero, the remains of their kind maintained the postures of running, roaring, and leaping, yet at the microscopic level, they disintegrated into fragile dust.

Any object attempting to enter this restricted area will undergo a transformation from biological tissue to brittle material within 0.1 seconds.

However, something was still moving in this deathly silence.

Shadow Raven.

These creatures, composed entirely of shadow energy, are unaffected by low temperatures.

They moved among the densely packed ice sculptures, carrying out the final cleaning process.

No need for a flashy dive, no need for biting.

They simply transformed into black mist and burrowed into the bodies of those elite individuals who were not yet completely dead, destroying their core structures, and then flew out from their eye sockets, bringing with them a cloud of black ice shards.

This is a one-sided massacre.

Jiang Mingjing Mirror No. 1 slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the white mist condensed into frost as soon as it left his mouth.

Maintaining absolute zero requires an astronomical amount of mental energy.

His current state is like an overheated battery; the stinging pain deep in his brain is warning him that if he doesn't shut it down soon, it will melt.

We must take advantage of this gap.

Jiang Mingjing raised his right hand, palm up, and made a gesture of closing up.

The leaden clouds in the sky stopped spinning, and the oppressive low pressure that had been weighing on everyone's chests quickly rose again.

The wind stopped, and the snow stopped.

The world has rediscovered its gray tone from the extremes of black and white.

"Gah—"