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

On the other side, Joan of Arc stepped onto the last step, which was made of human ribs.

Before her stood a throne that completely defied the principles of architectural mechanics.

It was not a static, inanimate object, but rather woven from countless still-wriggling black pus, half-digested remains of a deity, and countless mouths opening and closing in a howling wailing.

Arjuna sat enthroned above.

This former great hero of the White Elephant Kingdom no longer resembles a human being.

The halo behind him rotated in reverse, emitting a piercing noise similar to the fatigue fracture of metal. High concentrations of abyssal particles breathed in and out of him like breathing, and with each rise and fall, the surrounding spatial structure underwent a barely perceptible collapse.

"Saver".

Arjuna did not open his mouth; his voice was transmitted directly through the vibrating space, carrying a sense of overlap mixed with the echoes of countless dead souls: "You have the stench of the 'Old World,' a stubborn stain called 'existence' that cannot be eradicated no matter how you wash it."

Joan of Arc did not answer.

At this moment, her pure golden pupils reflected no fear or anger. In the system's judgment, she was no longer the village girl who would cry because her hometown was burned down, but a human weapon that was precisely operating to eliminate the "beasts".

"Those who obstruct purification are evil."

Arjuna slowly raised the finger covered by the black exoskeleton.

The judgment is in effect.

Power [Anti-Evil (Special) EX] activated.

The free-floating abyssal particles around Arjuna instantly collapsed, transforming into jet-black spears that were almost invisible to the naked eye.

This is not a physical puncture, but a conceptual "conviction".

If this spear manages to scratch even a little bit of the skin, the target will be judged by the world as a "cancer cell that must be removed."

Duh!

The spear pierced the air in front of Joan of Arc, pointing straight at her brow.

However, the saint didn't even blink.

hum-

The moment the spear touched the thin layer of light on her body, the abyssal laws that were enough to cause the spirit foundation of a heroic spirit to collapse melted away without any resistance, like snow encountering boiling oil.

【Light of Salvation EX】: Nullifies all conceptual pollution and mental erosion from the "Beast".

The black spears that represented "conviction" decomposed into harmless points of light.

"Refuse trial?" A hint of confusion flashed in Arjuna's garbled eyes, a confusion not stemming from emotion, but from a deviation in the calculation results. "Does your logic library not contain a definition of 'crime'?"

He slowly stood up.

With his movements, the Bone Throne beneath him groaned under the strain.

He stretched out his right hand, and the black mud in his palm surged wildly. The Brahma artifact that once symbolized divine glory—the Gandiba Divine Bow—was now being reforged by the filthy abyssal matter.

The moment the bowstring was drawn, the entire space of the mirrored New Delhi seemed to groan.

collapse!

Twelve arrows were released from the bow.

Each arrow trailed a long, black flame, a rift in space torn open.

This is not an ordinary release of magic; it is a saturation attack containing the "devouring" law of the abyss. Even a modern city would be reduced to nothing under this barrage.

Joan of Arc was moved.

The holy flag in her hand tilted slightly, and the sun cross emblem on the flag burst forth with dazzling light.

"No passage allowed."

The few words uttered were simple yet carried profound meaning.

[Sacred Realm: Garden of Eden] Unfolds.

A spherical barrier, not thick but exuding an aura of absolute holiness, took shape around her.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Twelve black arrows, powerful enough to pierce the continental shelf, struck the barrier.

The imagined violent secondary explosion did not occur.

The black arrows seemed to have struck a wall of sighs, and the concepts of death, the laws of corruption, and the logic of devouring attached to them were completely isolated the moment they made contact with the barrier.

"Is this all you've got, Beast?"

Joan of Arc shook the holy banner in her hand violently.

The once-soft flag suddenly straightened, and the fabric, originally used to boost morale, condensed into a tangible photon crystal.

The spearhead at the top of the flagpole suddenly swelled, instantly extending into a platinum blade of light a hundred meters long.

Passive skill [Oath to the Beast EX] activated.

Now that the shield is impenetrable, it's time for the spear to take the lead.

"For the sake of humanity."

The bone beneath Joan of Arc's feet shattered, and she transformed into a streak of white-gold light, launching a charge.

The light blade sweeps across.

The space in front of Arjuna instantly froze, and a shield made of ten layers of compressed abyssal black mud rose out of thin air.

Each gram of this black mud weighs several tons, enough to withstand the impact of a nuclear explosion's core.

blah-

However, with the special attack buff against "beasts", both physical and magical defenses became a joke.

There were no obstacles.

The blade of light, its momentum undiminished, cut directly into Arjuna's body, which was twisted by divinity and bestiality.

puff!

The black armor shattered, instantly creating a huge wound that stretched from the left shoulder to the right waist.

Before the dark pus could even gush out, it was instantly evaporated by the divine attribute attached to the light blade. The granulation tissue at the edge of the wound writhed wildly, trying to heal, but was firmly suppressed by the layer of platinum radiance attached to it.

True damage.

Ignore immortality.

"Pain... such low-level data feedback..." Arjuna looked down at the gash in his chest, and for the first time, a twist appeared on his handsome face.

But he did not back down.

Instead, he raised his hand and actually grabbed the light blade that was still burning his spirit base with his bare hands.

Zizizi!

Thick black smoke billowed from where his palm touched the light blade, as his hand bones were being purified.

But he didn't care. Suddenly, countless dark red blood vessels burst out from the wound. These blood vessels were like venomous snakes with consciousness, spreading wildly along the blade of light towards Joan of Arc's arm.

Since we can't cut off the light, we'll pollute the light source.

This is a suicidal tactic. If even a single drop of Abyss Fluid comes into contact with Jeanne d'Arc's spirit core, the irreversible contamination will rewrite her underlying code like a virus.

Joan of Arc's eyes remained completely still.

Just before those disgusting veins were about to touch her fingertips, she let go.

This sacred banner, which had accompanied her through two ranks and symbolized her faith, was thus abandoned in mid-air without hesitation.

Without the supply of magic, the abyssal veins instantly found nothing.

next second.

Joan of Arc retreated ten meters, her left hand loosely clenched.

The holy banner, which Arjuna had been holding tightly, disintegrated into countless points of light, and then, like swallows returning to their nests, reformed in her left hand, as smooth and spotless as ever, without a speck of dust.

"A cheating tactic."

Arjuna discarded the remaining shards of light in his hand. Although the wound on his chest had not healed, he seemed to have blocked the pain module.

"Since mere physical contact cannot achieve assimilation..."

He slowly opened his arms, as if embracing the whole world.