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

"Sakamoto-kun, I approve your request."

"You are authorized to mobilize all available forces in the capital region and stop that 'Demon King' at all costs."

Sakamoto Masao stood at attention, his eyes bloodshot, his voice hoarse with excitement.

"yes!"

The order was issued swiftly.

The Eastern Army of the Ground Self-Defense Force was urgently integrated into the unified command system.

The Central Response Force and the 1st Airborne Brigade, as the most elite special operations forces in Japan, were rapidly deployed to the outskirts of Tokyo, fully armed, and prepared to deal with the worst-case scenario.

At that moment, the sky over Tokyo was completely torn apart by the piercing sound of air raid sirens.

The Patriot PAC-3 air defense missile system deployed in the capital region initiated its launch procedure the instant the radar locked onto the location of Shuten-dōji.

Dozens of missiles, trailing fiery exhaust plumes, soared from the launch pad, piercing the night sky and hurtling towards the center of Tokyo.

The target was the red figure hovering above Shinjuku.

Shuten-dōji's golden beast eyes finally lifted slightly as he looked at the "little things" rushing towards him, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

Shuten-dōji opened his mouth.

A superhuman roar erupted from his mouth.

The sound was not simply a physical sound wave, but more like a kind of spiritual impact.

The terrifying sound waves materialized in the air, forming a dark red barrier visible to the naked eye.

Dozens of anti-aircraft missiles hurtled towards Shuten-dōji, making contact with the invisible barrier a hundred meters away.

Boom boom boom!

A series of loud noises.

All the missiles were detonated in mid-air, and flames and thick smoke bloomed in the night sky, but they didn't even touch the hem of Shuten-dōji's clothes.

Tokyo residents witnessed this scene through live television broadcasts and mobile phone screens, and a sense of despair began to spread throughout the city.

...

At this point, even the US military's Yokota base couldn't sit still any longer.

After receiving domestic authorization, the Osprey transport aircraft took off urgently.

Several CV-22 Osprey transport planes roared toward the center of Tokyo, attempting to transport American special forces into the war zone.

Shuten-dōji scoffed at this, casually picking up a huge piece of concrete from the ruins of a nearby high-rise building.

Enveloped in demonic power, the fragments were launched like cannonballs.

boom!

One of the Osprey transport planes was precisely hit by debris in mid-air.

The massive fuselage disintegrated in mid-air, bursting into flames, and crashed in the suburbs.

After a brief moment of shock, the remaining Osprey transport planes quickly changed course and hastily evacuated.

Meanwhile, Tokyo Bay.

The Maritime Self-Defense Force's escort fleet has entered a state of maximum combat readiness.

After receiving clear instructions from their superiors, the guns of several warships turned simultaneously and opened fire on Shuten-dōji in Tokyo.

Huge shells roared toward the city.

However, these weapons of modern warfare were like child's toys in front of Shuten-dōji.

He simply waved his hand casually, and the flight paths of those shells mysteriously changed, reversing their direction.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Huge explosions rang out one after another in Tokyo. It wasn't that Shuten-dōji was hit, but that Tokyo was being bombarded by its own country's warships.

Flames soared into the sky, screams of agony rose and fell, and the death toll rose rapidly.

...

"This is simply a one-sided massacre!"

Inside the Ninth Bureau's command center, an expert watched the live images transmitted back by satellite.

Chen Jianguo frowned, while Jiang Ming, Mirror No. 1, watched everything on the screen with great interest.

The chaos in Tokyo has exceeded everyone's expectations.

...

After warming up, Shuten-dōji completely lost interest in these "toys".

Ignoring the feeble resistance on the ground, he flashed to the top of Tokyo Skytree, where the hundreds-of-meters-tall city landmark trembled beneath his feet.

Shuten-dōji stretched out his hands and placed them on the top of the Tokyo Skytree.

A massive demonic power, carrying an ominous dark red aura, surged downwards like a tide, flowing along the structure of the Sky Tower and into the depths of the city's earth veins.

The ground in Tokyo began to shake violently, centered around the Tokyo Skytree.

It started as a slight shaking, but then it got worse and worse.

The foundations of skyscrapers groaned under the weight of the load, their exterior walls cracked, and their structures twisted.

The city began to tilt and collapse like building blocks.

Asphalt roads were torn apart, subway lines were exposed, countless vehicles were overturned, and bridges collapsed.

The sprawling metropolis of Tokyo is being physically folded and crushed.

In the command center of the Ninth Bureau of China, on the large screen, the outline of Tokyo is distorting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The collapse of skyscrapers and the distortion of streets all seemed utterly absurd.

"Director Chen, is this good news... or bad news?" A young intelligence officer asked, his voice trembling.

Chen Jianguo looked at the screen with a deep gaze, and slowly began to speak.

"The good news is that Tokyo has become a battlefield, and Japan has suffered heavy losses."

He paused, his tone becoming heavy.

"The bad news is that ordinary modern weapons are almost negligible against top-tier superhumans."

"Unless... we use nuclear weapons."

This conclusion plunged the entire command center into silence.

No one dares to mention that word lightly: nuclear weapons, because it represents the self-destruction of human civilization.

...

Meanwhile, the underground command post where Masao Sakamoto was located also began to collapse due to the violent tremors.

Cement chunks kept falling from the ceiling, the walls were cracking, and the alarm was blaring.

"Chief! We must evacuate!" the adjutant shouted.

Masao Sakamoto's face turned ashen.

He stared at the screen in front of him, watching the images of Tokyo being utterly destroyed, his eyes filled with despair and resentment.

He then picked up the red phone on the table again.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, I request that the contingency plan to abandon Tokyo be activated immediately."

"Move His Majesty the Emperor to a safe location."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a heavy sigh.

"I see."

...

In that cramped rented room in Toshima Ward.

Shota Takahashi huddled in front of the computer, his eyes fixed on the screen.

On the screen, there was a scene of Tokyo collapsing and the earth splitting apart.

Through his shared vision with Shuten-dōji, he could clearly feel the world-destroying power and the city's wailing as it trembled.

"Haha...hahahahahaha!"

Shota Takahashi let out a wild laugh, his body trembling violently with excessive excitement.

That's wonderful.

This was exactly the scene he wanted: this boring, corrupt, and disgusting world should be utterly destroyed.

Just as Tokyo was about to be completely reduced to ruins.

A pure golden beam of light suddenly descended from the sky.

It precisely pierced through the dark red demonic aura that shrouded Tokyo, and the aura melted away rapidly like ice and snow under the purification of the golden beam of light.

Immediately afterwards, a silver-armored girl holding a flag slowly walked out from the pillar of light and landed opposite the Tokyo Skytree, standing steadily on the top of a teetering building.

Joan of Arc.

The moment she descended, a sacred and pure aura emanated from her and spread outwards.

Wherever this aura passed, the demonic power that Shuten-dōji had poured into the earth's veins was rapidly suppressed, and the collapsing city structure miraculously stabilized.

All live broadcasts around the world covering this event were forcibly switched at that moment.

On countless television sets, mobile phones, and computer screens, only the image of Joan of Arc and Shuten-dōji facing off remained.

In the Vatican, the Pope abruptly rose from his seat, his eyes fixed on the screen.

On Longhu Mountain in China, the 65th Celestial Master Zhang Ruoxu and the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal Li Bai both looked at the tablet computer, where Joan of Arc's figure was clearly visible.

Shuten-dōji stopped destroying the city.

He slowly turned around, his golden beastly eyes looking at the silver-armored girl opposite him.

There was no anger in those eyes, only bloodthirsty excitement.

"The adjudicator?" Shuten-dōji grinned, revealing his fangs.

"Finally, a worthy opponent has arrived."

Joan of Arc remained expressionless as she raised the flag in her hand, its tip pointing directly at Shuten-dōji.

Her voice, carrying an undeniable authority, was broadcast globally via live stream.

"Berserker".

"Your atrocities have severely disrupted the order of the Holy Grail War."

"Based on the adjudicator's authority."

"I will use force to suppress you."

Upon hearing this, Shuten-dōji laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.

"Hahahaha! Suppression? You think you can!"

Shuten-dōji's figure vanished instantly.

The next second, a demonic claw, imbued with immense demonic power, appeared behind Joan of Arc, tearing through the air with a whooshing sound, and lunged for Joan of Arc's head.

However, Joan of Arc did not turn back.

A golden light barrier automatically appeared around her. The barrier looked thin, but it easily blocked Shuten-dōji's demonic claws.

The moment the ghost claw made contact with the light barrier, it emitted a piercing friction sound, but it could not advance an inch.

Jeanne d'Arc's "Magic Resistance" class skill is extremely effective against Shuten-dōji's sorcery, and his physical attacks cannot break through this sacred defense.

Having failed in his first attack, Shuten-dōji quickly retreated and created distance.

He clasped his hands together and let out a low growl.

Behind him, a massive evil aura surged into the sky, coalescing into a gigantic phantom of a hundred demons parading at night.

The phantom, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, exuded a terror from hell, shrouding the entire ruins of Tokyo in an aura of evil.

Joan of Arc's gaze swept over the phantom of the hundred demons at night, without the slightest fear.

He then planted the flag he was holding into the ruins of the building at his feet.

hum-

A sun-like radiance burst forth from the flag, rapidly spreading to form a massive, sacred barrier.

The edge of the barrier clashed with the evil energy of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, creating a silent confrontation that kept that evil power at bay.

Shuten-dōji's eyes turned ferocious, and he launched a series of attacks.

Hellfire erupted from his palm, transforming into a fire dragon that surged toward the barrier.

The demonic energy shockwaves crashed against the light barrier like a tsunami, even penetrating directly to the edge of the barrier, relentlessly bombarding Jeanne with the power of her physical body.

However, all attacks were neutralized by Joan of Arc with minimal movement or defensive barriers.

She maintained that dignified posture throughout, as if she were unaffected by anything.