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

"The coffin... is the true form of the Warlord's Talisman!"

A young technician cried out.

"Shut up!" Chen Jianguo roared, silencing the commotion. The bloodshot in his eyes was even more intense than the red glow on the coffin. "Engineering soldiers! Physically dismantle it immediately!"

At a single command, the special engineering team, which had been waiting in advance, immediately moved forward.

A handheld high-energy laser cutter was aimed at the gap in the coffin, and an energy beam powerful enough to melt through a 10-centimeter-thick special steel plate erupted out.

Nourishes—

After the blinding light faded, not a single white mark was left on the bronze coffin.

"Report! Laser cutting is ineffective!"

"Activate the high-pressure water jet!"

The ultra-high pressure water flow, mixed with corundum and with a pressure of hundreds of megapascals, struck the same spot like an invisible blade.

The result was the same.

The water splashed against the coffin, spreading outwards without leaving a single scratch.

"Damn it!" An impatient company commander hoisted a man-portable anti-tank rocket launcher onto his shoulder. "I refuse to believe this!"

boom!

A special armor-piercing projectile, trailing a plume of flame, accurately struck the coffin.

There was no violent explosion as expected.

The warhead, crafted with a special tungsten core and touted as capable of penetrating the frontal armor of all currently serving main battle tanks, instantly turned into a handful of fine metal powder upon contact with the bronze surface, like a piece of crushed chalk, and fell silently.

Everyone around the pit was stunned.

This is completely beyond their understanding of the word "sturdy".

The violent aesthetics of modern industry become a complete joke in the face of this ancient coffin that has been sleeping for who knows how many years.

"Chief, this thing... it doesn't work with physics!" The deputy's voice trembled.

Just as the command post fell into dead silence, an elderly man in a Zhongshan suit with gray hair, who was following the group, suddenly spoke up.

He was an ancient writing expert urgently invited from the Palace Museum in Beijing; his surname was Liu.

"Director Chen, don't waste your energy." Old Liu adjusted his glasses and pointed to the endlessly flowing blood-red runes on the coffin. "This is not decoration; it is a 'lock,' a logical lock."

"Logic lock?" Chen Jianguo frowned.

"Yes." Old Liu's expression was extremely serious. "I just compared the arrangement of these runes. It's not text, but more like... a sequence diagram of a military formation. If I'm not mistaken, opening it doesn't rely on brute force, but on a key."

"Where's the key?"

"The key might be the 'military formation' itself." Old Liu took a deep breath and uttered a conclusion that seemed absurd to all the soldiers present. "What the First Emperor, the military lord, wanted wasn't the sappers' hammers, but the 'killing aura' of elite troops! Or rather, their will!"

Using metaphysics to unlock doors?

The command center was in an uproar.

Chen Jianguo stared intently at Old Liu, remaining silent for a full ten seconds.

"Guard Company!" He whirled around and ordered a hundred-man special forces team behind him, "Everyone, down in the pit! Follow Elder Liu's orders, form ranks!"

"yes!"

Without any hesitation, the hundred elite soldiers quickly slid down the rope ladder to the bottom of the pit.

"Form squads of ten, staggered formations, with the front row holding shields and the back row holding spears like a forest!" Old Liu commanded loudly from the edge of the pit. "This is the 'Fish Scale Formation' recorded in ancient texts, primarily for defense, but also for offense!"

The soldiers obeyed orders without question and quickly took their positions as instructed.

As the last soldier returned to his position, the entire hundred-man formation was perfectly aligned, and an invisible, chilling aura permeated the bottom of the pit.

At this moment, the breathing and heartbeats of all the soldiers seemed to reach some kind of eerie synchronization.

hum-

The bronze coffin, which had remained unresponsive to all physical attacks, suddenly emitted a deep hum, as if a sleeping behemoth had been awakened.

The crimson runes on the coffin shone brightly, as if resonating with the iron-blooded aura emanating from the soldiers!

……

At the same time, unexpected changes occurred in two other restricted areas around the world.

Peru, tropical rainforest.

The golden corn of the Inca, rooted in the mud, emitted light that spread outwards like a supernova explosion.

Within a radius of several kilometers, all the plants went mad.

The ordinary vines grew wildly as if they had been injected with hormones, twisting and entwining, actively weaving themselves into living walls tens of meters high, protecting the core area of ​​the artifact layer by layer.

Some unidentified flowers suddenly opened their flower heads, transforming into structures resembling gun emplacements, spraying colorful paralyzing poisonous mists into the sky.

Strangely, these mutated plants did not attack the Peruvian soldiers guarding the perimeter. Instead, as if they possessed intelligence, they aimed the gaps in the fortifications at them, as if inviting them in.

"My God... these plants, are they protecting us?" a Peruvian officer murmured as he watched this miraculous scene.

……

Egypt, a vast desert of yellow sand.

The atmosphere at the ancient altar where the Scales of Anubis are located is at the complete opposite extreme.

Whether it was the fanatical followers of "Ark of Truth" rushing out from behind the dunes or the well-prepared "Reaper" squadron of the United States, all the armed personnel who tried to approach the altar encountered a scene they would never forget at the same time.

The sand beneath their feet turned into quicksand without warning.

But this quicksand is not deadly; it merely forms vortices that generate a tremendous suction force.

This suction force doesn't target people, it only targets metal!

"My gun! Fuck! The sand is pulling my gun down!"

"The communicator is malfunctioning! No! It's been sucked in!"

"Tanks! Our infantry fighting vehicles are sinking!"

Screams and curses rose and fell.

The heavily armed modern soldiers watched helplessly as their weapons, bulletproof plates, communication equipment, night vision goggles, and even armored vehicles weighing tens of tons were all dragged into the ground by quicksand, as if being swallowed up by an invisible behemoth.

A few seconds later, the sandy area returned to its flat state.

Thousands of militants, now armed with only stones and fists, looked at each other in an extremely awkward situation.

The rules of the artifact are so simple and brutal that they are almost insulting.

Weapons are prohibited in this area.

"Shit!" The American commander, hiding in the distance, saw this scene through a high-powered telescope and was so angry that he almost ground his teeth to powder.

He immediately grabbed his spare communicator and connected to a hidden channel.

"Plan B! Send the 'tourist'! He can't have any metal on him! Not even a zipper!"

The order has been issued.

A white man wearing a floral shirt and beach shorts, who looked like an ordinary tourist, stepped out from the back of the line.

He is a top CIA agent, codenamed "Chameleon".

The "Chameleon" walked barefoot and carefully stepped onto the sandy ground that had just swallowed countless weapons.

Nothing happened.

He succeeded!

The chameleon was overjoyed and quickened its pace, making its way to the altar without any obstacles.

The ancient scales were right there.

Seven billion people around the world held their breath as he slowly extended his hand through the live broadcast.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the base of the Libra.

Another anomaly has occurred!

The eyes of the scarab statue on the base of the Libra suddenly shot out two beams of golden light, enveloping the "chameleon" completely.

The next second, the main screen of the global live broadcast was forcibly switched.

The image of the altar disappeared.

Instead, there is a "chameleon's" personal file, complete with everything from his birth certificate to top-secret CIA employment documents.

Immediately afterwards, the scene switched rapidly.

Footage of him being tortured in Afghanistan.

Footage of him plotting a coup and planting bombs in South America.

The scene depicts him betraying his colleagues in order to steal intelligence, leading to the annihilation of his entire squad.

Even... his private video of cheating on his wife with his best friend was openly broadcast in ultra-high definition and without any censorship!

Global social death!

At the Pentagon, the four-star general suddenly felt dizzy and collapsed into his chair.

……

The bottom of the Qinling Mountains.

As the malevolent energy of the hundred-person "fish scale formation" continued to pour in, the humming sound of the bronze coffin grew louder and louder.

Suddenly, a line of brand-new small seal script inscriptions slowly appeared on the coffin lid.

"Only those who are not the sharpest blades of the empire may wield this talisman."

When Old Liu saw those words, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

"The Blade of the Empire... What does that mean? Does it require a key?"

One lock was unlocked, but another, even more difficult lock appeared.

Just as audiences around the world were reeling from the series of incredible plot twists.

Egypt.

The CIA agent who was stripped down to nothing did not suffer divine punishment and be reduced to ashes as people had expected after the video was played.

He simply knelt on the ground, utterly exhausted, panting heavily.

On the altar, one end of the scales slowly rose, while on the other end, a black weight made of an unknown material appeared out of thin air.

Followed by.

A cold, emotionless thought transcended the barriers of language and space, resounding directly in the minds of every living being on Earth.

[Offer something of equal value to atone for your sins.]