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

The golden swastika, representing annihilation, was placed on top of the black flag.

Click! Click!

The banner of the abyss, which had swallowed countless attacks, now had a straight white crack in its center.

The sound of fabric tearing apart was extremely jarring on the battlefield.

On Black Mud Jeanne's perpetually indifferent face, a twitch of muscles appeared in a highly incongruous manner.

Her pupils suddenly contracted, and her lips parted slightly—it was a data error that had never occurred before in the Abyss Logic Library.

She couldn't understand why energy would be consumed by "nothingness".

The Buddha's light is irrational; it has no temperature, yet it is more deadly than magma.

A golden wave swept over the tattered black flag, descending upon them.

The black mud replicas that came into contact with the Buddha's light were directly erased from three-dimensional space.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of clones vanished into nothingness.

The intense light faded, and the smoke cleared.

Black Mud Jeanne lay on the ground, her right half of her body completely gone, leaving only a carbonized spine and a few exposed ribs. No blood flowed from the cut, only dark purple sparks flickered.

She scratched at the ground with one hand, trying to piece together her spirit origin.

Li Bai's situation is terrible.

He stood there, leaning on the "Green Lotus Ruler," which was about the size of a door panel, with one hand.

His already pale face turned bluish-white, and a mouthful of thick blood gushed out, dripping down his chin.

His blue robe was soaked with cold sweat. Forcibly mobilizing the Buddhist concept of Nirvana caused his already Taoist-leaning spiritual foundation to collapse irreversibly.

Not far away, in front of Newton, the Philosopher's Stone barrier, forged from black mud, was covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

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A piece of red crystal peeled off.

Immediately afterwards, the entire wall collapsed, turning into a pile of cheap glass shards.

Newton's cane was stuck in the ground, barely supporting his body so he wouldn't fall.

His retina was congested and turned purple, and sweat streamed down his face.

"This deal is a real loss." Li Bai coughed twice, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, and tried to straighten his back.

"Inevitable physical decay." Newton didn't turn around. "The second law of thermodynamics doesn't lie; there's always loss in energy conversion, especially since you violated incompatible system permissions."

In the few seconds that the two were talking, a series of unexpected events occurred.

Jeanne d'Arc's severe injury became the final trigger that brought down the Abyss Network.

One hundred thousand faceless clones devoured and trampled each other, eventually converging into a black tsunami that blotted out the sky.

A foul, fishy stench swept over them, and the ground tremors caused by the frantic running of 100,000 bodies made the ground beneath their feet undulate.

Faced with this black tide that could engulf everything.

Upon seeing this, Newton raised his right hand.

On the back of my hand, a scarlet line was burning hot.

Those were the Command Seals granted to them by the Savior's authority before they set off.

"Human history has never progressed through prayer."

Newton looked at the overwhelming black tide, his tone revealing no trace of panic.

"In the name of the Command Spell."

The scarlet patterns burst forth with a dazzling red light.

"Isaac Newton, here recreates the First Moment of God."

A massive amount of magical power was forcibly poured into the spirit core through the blood vessels in the arm.

Newton's clothes fluttered wildly even without wind.

He looked up, and in his gray-blue pupils were reflected countless rapidly spinning calculus symbols and physical constants, the fundamental language that constitutes this universe.

Geometry, mass, time...

Newton pulled his triangular cane from the ground and pointed it at the murky sky.

"Let's get everything back on track with reason!"

EX-rank Anti-World Noble Phantasm - [Universal Gravitation].

Real name: Liberation.

Space was forcibly flipped.

The gray sky of New Delhi, filled with acid smog and decay, was torn open.

The original land, ruins, and bones were all dragged into a completely new dimension.

That is the embodiment of outer space.

There were no clouds around, only slowly shifting stars and magnificent nebulae.

Complex mathematical formulas transformed into golden threads, connecting these celestial bodies together.

This is Newton's inherent boundary.

Here, theology retreats, and physics reigns supreme.

The black tsunami composed of 100,000 replicas was also pulled into this space, maintaining its charging posture, baring its fangs and claws.

Newton stood in the center of the starry sky, his feet treading on nothingness.

He turned the triangular mirror at the top of his cane, refracting a dazzling starlight.

"I'm in charge."

He struck the void.

A soft snap.

The rules have been rewritten.

The mass multiplier of those abyssal monsters was unilaterally increased by a full three hundred times by Newton.

A black tsunami surged forward, and thousands of monsters in the front row simultaneously emitted the cracking sound of bones breaking.

Their prized bodies are so fragile, less than a piece of paper, in the face of three hundred times their own weight.

The striker fell to his knees, his kneecap piercing his flesh, and then his spine was broken by his own weight.

The monsters behind couldn't stop and crashed heavily into us, but in the instant they came into contact with the gravitational field, they were also firmly pressed to the invisible "ground".

This is the iron fist of the laws of physics.

No matter how violent the energy in the abyss is, within a closed system where the gravitational constant has been altered, even lifting a finger requires a tremendous amount of energy.

The black mud tsunami was completely stopped.

One hundred thousand monsters were piled up together, compressed into a large, writhing carpet of flesh.

"That's a very accurate calculation." Li Bai transformed the Green Lotus Ruler back into a long, slender sword.

He looked at the abyss army, their bones broken and muscles snapped under the weight, and casually wiped away the blood.

He also raised his right hand.

The red Command Seals shone brightly under the starlight.

"Then I'll join in the fun too."

"In the name of the Command Spell, Li Bai, here once again, let the Yellow River's waters flow from the heavens!"

As the magic entered his body, Li Bai let out a loud burp.

Even though he had lost his wine gourd, he still exuded a strong smell of alcohol.

It was a great intoxication brewed by using one's own soul as fuel.

He stumbled forward two steps.

A flick of the wrist.

The Azure Lotus Sword emitted a clear and melodious dragon's roar.

In this temple of science, the poet's romance and the rigor of science met in the most unconventional combination.

Since gravity has increased exponentially.

Since this is the universe and the starry sky.

Li Bai raised his sword to the sky and sang wildly: "Have you not seen the Yellow River's waters come from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return!"

The first Noble Phantasm is the "Azure Lotus Sword Song: Drinking Alone Under the Moon".

Complete liberation.

In the past, this move would attract a long river of sword energy from the heavens.

But today, under the interference of Newton's gravitational field, the artistic conception has been completely distorted and amplified.

The Yellow River has changed.

A wide crack appeared in the starry sky above Li Bai's head.

What poured out was no longer the ethereal sword energy.

It is not a "galaxy" but a true "galaxy" formed by the convergence of meteorites, asteroid debris, interstellar dust and plasma.

Truck-sized meteorites, carrying cosmic-level mass, began to accelerate wildly along a high-gravity trajectory set by Newton.

As the meteorites fell, they rubbed against each other, their surfaces igniting with crimson flames, leaving long trails as they crashed down upon the immobile carpet of flesh.

Each meteorite that fell created a deep crater in the fleshy carpet, erasing the surrounding black mud along with the imprints of the laws.

With the combined power of extreme mass and kinetic energy, the meteor shower, carrying the concept of crushing everything, washed over the legions of the abyss again and again.

The black mud Jeanne d'Arc, with her body half-dead, didn't even have a chance to raise the black flag.

A piece of interstellar meteorite, burning with blue heat, slammed head-on into the top of her head.

The data chain that forms the basis of her existence collapsed on the spot in the face of this violence.

Her broken body was completely crushed into basic particles and vanished into nothingness.