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

A mirror image of Tokyo Bay.

The ice field on the sea surface exuded a nauseating deathly aura.

The black mud monsters, which had been frozen and being pecked at by shadow crows, suddenly stopped their retreat.

They stopped running.

Instead of running away, these featureless monsters tore open their smooth faces with jagged gashes and frantically bit their own kind.

Tear, chew, swallow.

The nauseating sounds of chewing echoed across the ice field, like ten thousand rusty meat grinders running at the same time.

Black bodily fluids splattered everywhere, and before the severed limbs could even hit the ground, they were caught by another large mouth and swallowed whole. This self-destructive killing, which went against biological instincts, exuded a chilling and sinister aura.

Sitting on the Raven Throne, Jiang Ming, mirror image number one, had his brows furrowed into a tight knot.

The feedback from the Shadow Raven was not right.

The black mud core, which used to crumble at the slightest touch, has now become as tough as titanium alloy, causing the cutting efficiency of the shadow energy to plummet.

Unbeknownst to him, the dark streak of light that had shot from New Delhi had silently plunged into the deep seabed of Tokyo Bay.

Two thousand meters below the seabed.

A mass of frozen black mud residue is quietly reforming, and a stream of light is penetrating it—it is a wisp of core data that escaped from the original sin entity.

It survived.

And it began to greedily extract the negative energy generated by the monsters devouring each other on the sea surface. The code of the abyss flowed wildly under the seabed, purifying and compressing the mixed malice.

On the sea surface, the black mud monster that had finished devouring the creature underwent a strange transformation.

The soft, liquid substance on its body surface hardened rapidly, growing layers of foul-smelling purple crystalline carapaces. These carapaces were covered with intricate abyssal patterns, and each breath was accompanied by the expulsion of purple poisonous gas.

When the Chinese armored forces' tungsten-core armor-piercing shells hit them, they only produced a string of sparks, leaving not even a white mark. When the high-explosive shells exploded, they merely ripped off a layer of dust from the surface of the shells.

Like tireless bulldozers, they trampled the corpses of their own kind underfoot, pushing forward despite the combined firepower of the human coalition.

The steel defenses are trembling.

The soldiers gritted their teeth and pulled the triggers of the heavy machine guns all the way down, the barrels glowing red-hot, but they could only watch helplessly as the monsters approached step by step.

Jiang Mingjing stood up from Station Number One.

[Celestial Judgment] activated.

He raised his hand and pressed down.

The air is forcibly drawn out between the sea surface and the breakwater.

A vacuum fault, hundreds of meters wide and several kilometers long, stretched across the center of the battlefield, resembling an invisible wall of sighs.

The monster at the forefront plunged headlong into the vacuum zone, its internal pressure instantly becoming unbalanced. Purple fluid gushed out from the gaps in its shell, and its internal organs sprayed directly out of its mouth.

The beast tide's offensive was abruptly cut off.

But the original sin entity doesn't care about the lives or deaths of these cannon fodder.

What it wants is to use this suicidal charge to cover up the energy fluctuations that are growing wildly on the seabed.

Just then, the object suspended a thousand meters above Tokyo Bay moved.

The true Holy Grail.

This ever-present, silent, all-powerful wishing machine suddenly began to radiate visible high-frequency gravitational waves.

In the real world, billions of eyes are glued to the big screen.

Inside the Holy Grail, in that miniature cosmic prototype, the speed of the stars' rotation suddenly increased, and the trajectories of the stars' birth and death dragged out dazzling bands of light.

The system's emotionless notification tone resounded in everyone's minds.

Settlement phase.

Deep in the ocean, the original sin entity finally completed its final morphological evolution.

It abandoned all physical entities, compressing itself into a void shadow that could swallow even light, and silently swam towards the bottom of the Fujian aircraft carrier, clinging to the seabed.

In the sky, starlight from the bottom of the Holy Grail cascaded down like a waterfall, illuminating the entire Tokyo Bay, blackened by gunpowder, as bright as day. The light was not dazzling, but it carried a profound sense of awe that made people want to worship.

In the Tokyo skyline of the real world, the blood-red system panel was forcibly covered by lines of dazzling gold text.

The conditions for ending the Holy Grail War have been met.

[The only surviving Servant: Caster Frynn de Fontaine.]

[Determined to be the ultimate winner.]

The cup, which contained a universe, has detached itself from its original coordinates.

It transformed into a long silver rainbow stretching across the sky, trailing a long starlight tail, heading straight for the Fujian aircraft carrier.

Edge of the flight deck.

Fu Ningna was somewhat stunned.

Her once gorgeous dress was now tattered from the previous battle, and her fair cheeks were stained with dirt.

The silver Holy Grail came to a steady stop three meters in front of her.

The starlight energy overflowing from the cup transformed into gentle raindrops of light that fell upon her.

The wounds corroded by the abyss's aura healed at a visible speed, and the nearly depleted magical energy channels were replenished.

Won?

This water god, who always talks about "performance" but is actually a coward, actually became the one who stood the last in this battle of the gods.

She recalled Li Bai's line, "How can I bow and scrape before the powerful and wealthy?", Newton's shattered triangular prism cane, and Joan of Arc's transformation into a golden flame.

The victory they won with their lives is now laid out before her.

Funina took a breath.

Even after acting for five hundred years, her fingers still trembled uncontrollably when faced with this ultimate authority that could rewrite reality.

She slowly raised her arm, her fingertips gradually approaching the outer wall of the Holy Grail, which was covered with flowing starlight.

[Wish agreement being transmitted...]

The system notification sound had only gone halfway through.

Unexpected changes occurred.

The original sin lurking in the shadow of the aircraft carrier has revealed its fangs.

There was no warning, no sound.

The shadow crows guarding the deck didn't even have time to let out a scream before being forcibly overwritten by an extremely domineering low-level code.

format.

Hundreds and thousands of shadow crows disintegrated into a meaningless jumble of characters in mid-air.

Jiang Ming's nerves suddenly tightened, and a sharp, needle-like pain shot through the depths of his brain.

[Mental Health Broadcast] Full power on.

"All troops evacuate the deck immediately!"

His voice sounded the highest level of air raid sirens directly in the minds of all the soldiers and officers.

At the same time, he clasped his hands together and summoned all the remaining Shadow Ravens in the sky above the aircraft carrier, frantically piling them up in front of Funina in an attempt to build a shadow barrier.

It's too late.

The Holy Grail's defense mechanism, that absolute barrier that even Jeanne needed the GM to open a backdoor to reach, is in a semi-open welcoming state because Frynn has been judged the "winner".

Its defensive capabilities have dropped to an all-time low.

Just a fraction of a second before Funina's fair fingertips were about to touch the outer edge of the Holy Grail.

Without warning, a jet-black crack appeared in the steel deck beneath her feet. It was an extreme blackness, so black that it even pulled in the surrounding light.

The original sin entity emerged from the crack.

It has no physical form; it is a jet-black blade compressed from abyssal data streams and extreme malice.

puff.

The sharp blade pierced through Funina's right shoulder mercilessly from bottom to top.

The jet-black blade not only pierced through her shoulder, but also sent a chilling, abyssal energy surging wildly into her spiritual core through the wound.

Before Funina could even cry out in pain, her heterochromatic pupils constricted due to extreme agony.

She could feel that the magical pathways within her body, which had just been repaired by the Holy Grail, were being forcibly severed and contaminated by this foreign malice.

Time stood still at that moment.

The real world.

In the squares of major cities, crowds that were ready to cheer and celebrate were suddenly gripped by an invisible giant hand.

The cheering sound was stuck in his throat.

On the big screen, one second it was a scene of salvation brought by the Holy Grail, and the next second it turned into a bloody massacre.

Some people covered their mouths, while others collapsed to the ground.

The live broadcast worldwide froze on this breathtaking moment.

The petite water goddess was impaled in mid-air by the black blade, and bright red blood slid down her fair arm.

Tick.

Tick.

Warm drops of blood splashed onto the Holy Grail, which was adorned with countless stars.