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

The Vatican's announcement acted like a shot in the arm, turning the despairing public sentiment into fervent anticipation.

"She's here! She's here!"

"Joan of Arc! Ruler is finally making his move!"

"Quick! Switch to the Hiroshima live stream! I want to see it live!"

In countless live streams around the world, the refresh button was clicked frantically, and everyone held their breath, waiting for the arrival of the silver-armored saintess.

……

Cherry Blossom Country, Tokyo Countermeasures Headquarters.

Sakamoto Masao stared intently at the screen with bloodshot eyes, ignoring the massive online uproar.

He only trusted the armed forces he controlled.

"Minister Sakamoto! Regarding the Vatican..."

"Shut up!"

Masao Sakamoto abruptly interrupted his subordinate's report, picked up the internal hotline, and spoke in a hoarse but resolute voice.

"First Air Wing, attack position confirmed!"

The pilot responded calmly from the other end of the phone.

"Ghost One received, has entered attack trajectory."

"Ghost 2 received, target locked on the flank."

"Ghosts No. 3 and No. 4, ready."

Masao Sakamoto hung up the phone and gave the final instructions.

"Fire!"

……

Over Hiroshima.

Four F-35 Lightning II fighter jets, representing the pinnacle of human aviation technology, tore through the clouds from four different angles.

Eight AIM-120 advanced medium-range air-to-air missiles, trailing long plumes of flame, were precisely fired at the massive meteorite hovering over the city at speeds exceeding four times the speed of sound.

However, Madara Uchiha, standing atop the dome of the atomic bomb blast site, did not even look up.

He simply raised his right hand calmly, palm facing forward.

"Shinra Tensei"

next second.

An invisible, absolute repulsive field suddenly erupted outward from Uchiha Madara.

All missiles flying at supersonic speeds seemed to crash into an invisible wall of the world the instant they approached within a kilometer radius of him.

All their kinetic energy was instantly stripped away, and they froze for a moment.

Then, they were all detonated in mid-air.

Eight dazzling fireworks silently bloomed in the sky above Hiroshima, beautiful and deadly, yet they failed to shake the space in the slightest.

"What?"

Inside the cockpit of the F-35, the ace pilot let out an incredulous exclamation.

"Raise it! Raise it quickly! Get out of that area!"

However, it was all too late.

The repulsive field did not stop at all after the missile was detonated; instead, it expanded instantly at an even faster speed.

The four fifth-generation fighter jets, representing the pinnacle of modern air force technology, felt as if they had been struck by an invisible giant hand the moment they came into contact with that invisible force field.

The sturdy fuselage emitted a sickening metallic groan before it began to twist, deform, and disintegrate.

They turned into countless burning fragments, falling from the sky and drawing four tragic arcs in the air.

At the Tokyo countermeasures headquarters, on the giant screen, the signal lights representing the four fighter jets simultaneously disappeared.

"No...it's impossible..."

Masao Sakamoto stared at the screen, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He snatched the communicator and roared at the top of his lungs.

"Ground troops! Type 03 medium-range surface-to-air missiles! Fire! Fire all of them!"

Seconds later, at a Self-Defense Forces base near Hiroshima, several missile launchers were activated simultaneously.

One after another, surface-to-air missiles rose from the ground, carrying everyone's last hope as they soared into the sky.

But the result remained unchanged.

All the missiles were detonated prematurely in mid-air by that invisible force, turning into futile bursts of fire.

Conventional weaponry is completely ineffective.

This scene was clearly transmitted to the world via live broadcast.

The Pentagon, the Kremlin, the Ninth Bureau of China... all the high-ranking military officials watching the live broadcast fell into a long silence once again.

……

Madara Uchiha slowly withdrew his hand.

He seemed to have completely lost interest in this level of resistance.

They didn't even deserve to be looked at.

He finally raised his head and looked at the huge meteorite that he had forcibly pulled down from the universe.

It's time to let it fall.

Let the destruction of this city be the final act to conclude this tedious opening.

However, just as his thoughts began to stir.

A pure golden beam of light suddenly tore through the thick clouds above Hiroshima, piercing the heavens and the earth.

The light was not dazzling; instead, it was filled with a gentle and sacred aura.

It dispelled the enormous shadow cast by the meteorite, and it also dispelled the despair that shrouded everyone's heart.

Within the pillar of light, a blonde girl clad in silver armor and wielding a giant banner slowly descended.

Finally, she hovered in the air, at the same height as Uchiha Madara, who stood atop the dome.

The two are facing each other from afar.

Joan of Arc gently slammed the huge banner down in front of her, the base of the flagpole striking the air with a dull thud.

A clear and firm voice resounded through the sky, reaching the ears of everyone clearly.

"In the name of the arbiter, I hereby declare: Assassin Uchiha Madara, your actions have seriously violated the rules."

Madara Uchiha's crimson Sharingan, with its three tomoe slowly rotating, turned towards this uninvited guest.

He did not act immediately.

The moment Joan of Arc spoke, a massive flow of information, not belonging to his own memories, forcibly flooded into his mind.

Those are the basic rules of this "Holy Grail War".

Seven ranks.

Master and Servant.

And... the authority of the Ruler.

He understood instantly.

The woman in front of me is the GM of this "game," the referee.

She has the highest authority to impose punitive commands directly on herself.

Ignoring Madara Uchiha's icy gaze, Jeanne continued to declare in a calm tone.

"The Holy Grail has not yet appeared, and the Masters have not yet been assembled."

"If you destroy this place now, it will be tantamount to declaring war on all Servants, both those who have arrived and those who have not yet arrived."

She raised the holy banner in her hand, the top of which emitted a faint golden glow, a symbol of Ruler's authority.

"At that time, I will use this authority to unite all other participants and launch a top priority attack against you."

Joan of Arc's voice suddenly rose, filled with unquestionable authority.

"Do you intend to oppose the entire Holy Grail War?"

Madara Uchiha remained silent.

In his crimson eyes, countless pieces of information were rapidly being processed.

Destroying Hiroshima was a simple matter for him, something he could do with a flick of his wrist.

However, if this attracts all the unknown enemies, as well as the highly authoritative adjudicator before us, leading to a relentless and deadly siege...

This would be a serious departure from his ultimate purpose in coming to this world—to obtain the Holy Grail and achieve "Infinite Tsukuyomi".

and……

Deep down, he also vaguely acknowledged it.

This kind of one-sided crushing victory with no skill involved is indeed... lacking in fun.

A true champion is one who, under the spotlight, defeats all challengers head-on and then takes home the ultimate prize.

a long time.

The murderous aura emanating from Madara Uchiha, which had almost frozen the space itself, slowly subsided.

He spoke, his voice carrying an undisguised arrogance.

"I look forward to the day when the Holy Grail War officially begins."

Madara Uchiha crossed his arms and gave one last look at the tiny city below.

"I hope that you guys can provide me with even the slightest bit of fun when the time comes."

His gaze seemed to pierce through countless screens, conversing with Li Bai of Longhu Mountain, Roosevelt of Washington, Fulina of Shanghai... and all the Servants who had already descended.

The words fell.

Madara Uchiha's body began to disintegrate without any warning.

He transformed into hundreds of jet-black ravens.

This sight caused Chen Jianguo, who was far away at the Ninth Bureau Command Center in Beijing, China, to suddenly shrink his pupils.

This way of leaving...

Just like the "Raven God" they defined as "Target A-001"!

Madara Uchiha's decision brought a huge sigh of relief to everyone around the world.

At the Tokyo countermeasures headquarters, Masao Sakamoto could no longer hold on and collapsed into a chair, his whole body soaked in cold sweat.

saved……

The land of cherry blossoms is saved...

Hundreds of ravens circled once over Hiroshima before scattering in all directions and disappearing into the horizon in an instant.

Madara Uchiha's suffocating aura completely disappeared from the skies above Hiroshima.

The crisis seems to have been averted.

however.

In the very next second.

Radar monitoring systems at all military bases around the world simultaneously sounded alarms!

Having lost Madara Uchiha's control, the massive meteorite, with a diameter exceeding thirty meters, finally broke free from its static state, which violated the laws of physics.

Under the influence of gravity, it began to fall faster.

Faster and faster!

It violently rubbed against the atmosphere, reigniting its flames and transforming into a true apocalyptic fireball, hurtling straight down towards the city of Hiroshima!

My heart, which had just settled down, instantly jumped into my throat again!

Panic descended once more.

All eyes in the world were fixed on that single, solitary silver figure in the sky.