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

In the distance, on that desolate ice field, the Shadow Raven Legion, which had been tirelessly pecking at the monster's remains, stopped.

Tens of thousands of black birds raised their heads at the same time, and the savagery in their scarlet eyes faded, leaving only absolute obedience.

A flock of crows took to the sky.

They abandoned the upcoming feast, transforming into a black tornado that roared back to the deck of the Fujian aircraft carrier.

But they did not disappear.

These creatures, composed of highly concentrated shadow energy, began to gather behind Jiang Ming's Mirror Image No. 1.

They pressed against each other and piled up. The black wings interlocked and formed a kind of solid architectural structure.

First, there's the base, which is wide and heavy, as if it were carved from obsidian.

Next came the handrails, where several enormous shadow crows spread their wings and solidified their bodies, transforming them into support points with sharp angles.

Finally, there's the towering backrest, where countless shadowy crows cling together in layers, with black mist flowing through the gaps, binding them into a single entity.

In just three seconds.

A throne, over five meters tall, entirely black, and exuding a chilling aura, appeared out of nowhere next to the island superstructure of the steel warship.

Jiang Mingjing, mirroring number one, flashed straight to the throne and sat down.

[Trait: Raven's Throne is activated]

[Mental Energy Return Channel Opened]

Current recovery efficiency: 500%

The instant his back touched the cool feathers, a visible stream of black energy surged from inside the throne.

It was forcibly injected into Jiang Ming's body along his spine.

The feeling of mental exhaustion quickly subsided.

Instead, there is a sense of fullness as the dried-up riverbed is refilled by the flood.

The neural synapses became active again, and the previously blurry vision became clear and sharp once more.

.....

"What are you all looking at?!"

A harsh roar shattered the silence on the communication channel.

He was an army major in the United States, and he was the first to recover from the shock of that extraordinary power.

"The Commander-in-Chief has bought us time! Let's not waste it!"

The massive war machine of the Human Alliance Expeditionary Force has finally re-engaged its gears.

"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"

"First Battalion, drag the wounded away! Forget about those with broken arms and legs, as long as they're still breathing, send them to the rear!"

"Second Battalion, take over the defensive line! Re-set up the heavy machine guns! Replace all those with overheated barrels!"

The deck was in complete chaos, but there was order within the chaos.

The Chinese armored forces reacted the fastest.

Those Type 99A main battle tanks at the forefront were already badly damaged.

The composite armor plates were riddled with deep pits from the corrosion of black mud, and the gun barrel of one tank was even bent at a 90-degree angle.

The driver put the car in reverse.

The diesel engines roared dully as the steel tracks crushed the ice shards and bits of flesh on the ground with a sickening scraping sound, slowly retreating to the second line of defense.

There, the engineering company was already repairing the bunkers.

Dozens of construction machines and bulldozers are working at full speed.

They pushed aside the blasted concrete blocks and rebuilt a two-meter-high temporary breakwater using quick-drying cement and steel plates.

A heavy truck fully loaded with ammunition drove up, and the rear cargo box opened.

The logistics soldiers, who had been waiting for a long time, rushed forward.

No one speaks.

Everyone was working hard. The porters gritted their teeth, veins bulging on their foreheads, and carried boxes of heavy armor-piercing shells and high-explosive grenades on their shoulders, running all the way to the artillery position.

A young private is loading bullets into his automatic rifle.

His hands were shaking violently. The magazine fell to the ground.

"Smack."

A rough, large hand picked up the magazine and put it back in his hand.

The private looked up and saw his squad leader's face, which was covered in oil and gunpowder.

"Don't look over there." The squad leader pointed to the black throne in the distance. "That's a battle of gods. Our mission is to hold this line."

The private swallowed hard, nodded, and stopped looking at the man sitting on the throne. Instead, he stared intently at the frozen black ice field in front of him.

There.

Those monsters that were frozen into ice sculptures did not all die.

Thermal imaging revealed that a faint heat source was still present beneath the thick ice shell.

The energy of the abyss is slowly defying the laws of thermodynamics, and faint cracking sounds can be heard beneath the black ice.

.....

On the other side, mirroring New Delhi.

The gravitational parameters were altered to be thirty times that of the normal Earth's surface.

The nitrogen and oxygen in the air have long been replaced by the highly concentrated acid mist from the abyss.

The Green Lotus Sword in Li Bai's hand emitted a sickening metallic fatigue sound.

His hand was split open, and blood slid down the hilt of the sword, only to be torn into a blood mist by the high gravity before it could drip to the ground.

Directly in front of him, Joan of Arc, holding a black holy banner, hovered three feet above the ground.

Behind her were thousands of black mud replicas, these monsters, though without facial features, raised their weapons in unison.

A desperate situation.

A true death trap.

Sir Isaac Newton leaned on his triangular cane, his back slightly hunched from the effects of gravity, but his grey-blue eyes held only a frantically pulsating stream of data.

He's calculating.

In this godforsaken place where the laws of physics have been distorted, he still insists on using mathematics to analyze the gods.

"Analysis complete."

Newton's voice sounded unusually calm, even somewhat dry, amidst the raging flow of energy.

He didn't look at Li Bai, but stared intently at the black banner that was devouring all attacks—[My Lord is here].

"The defense mechanism of that Noble Phantasm has a logical flaw."

Newton's cane traced a complex geometric pattern in the black mud of the ground.

"It is not an all-around defense. Based on the feedback from the three attacks just now, this flag absorbs damage through the concept of 'conversion,' but its conversion efficiency is only 73%. The remaining 27% is forcibly offset by abyssal energy."

Li Bai wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, unconcerned about the obscure terminology: "Sir, speak in a way that I can understand. Whether it's me or God, we both need a quick and painless death."

"Attack cap".

Newton looked up, and his face, which always maintained an aristocratic composure, was now filled with the fervor of a gambler.

"Its 'conceptual defense' only targets 'sharpness,' 'penetration,' or 'explosion,' because those are physical means of destruction. But if we input a concept of 'destruction' that it cannot understand or is incompatible with, its computational logic will freeze."

"Stuck?"

"It's like forcibly inputting a Shakespearean sonnet into a machine that precisely calculates pi." Newton spoke extremely quickly, "Give me a blow, not a blow, not a blow, but a blow, a blow that is heavy enough to shatter 'existence' itself, a blow that must burst its energy buffer in an instant."