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

No matter how violent the demonic storm that Shuten-dōji unleashed, or how sharp his claws that could tear steel apart, all attacks were completely neutralized when they touched the pale golden barrier surrounding Jeanne d'Arc.

That barrier, though seemingly as thin as a cicada's wing, was indestructible.

Inside the command centers of major countries around the world, countless top military analysts and physicists are intently watching this incredible live broadcast.

……

Inside a rented room in Toshima Ward.

Through visual sharing, Shota Takahashi clearly sensed the strain emanating from Shuten-dōji.

For the first time, he realized that his Servant, "Demon King," was not an invincible being.

The morbid ecstasy on his face was gradually being replaced by anxiety and impatience.

What he wanted to see was not this evenly matched confrontation.

What he wants to see is crushing.

It is destruction.

It was the scene of that holy woman wailing at the feet of her followers and being torn to pieces!

"Useless trash! What are you doing! Kill her!"

Shota Takahashi let out an angry growl at the screen.

The futile attacks made him feel that the supreme power he had just gained was being publicly humiliated.

Suddenly, a piece of knowledge he had gained from Shuten-dōji flashed through his mind.

Command Spells.

The Master has absolute command over the Servant.

Furthermore, consuming Command Seals can cause a Servant's power to be explosively amplified in a short period of time.

Shota Takahashi's breathing instantly became heavy, and the last shred of reason in his eyes was completely consumed by madness.

hesitate?

What is that?

Without hesitation, he raised his right hand, the three twisted, bloody lines on the back of his hand radiating an ominous heat.

"Command it with a command spell!"

Shota Takahashi roared at the empty room.

"Berserker! Crush the enemy before you!"

The moment he finished speaking, the first of the three Command Seals on the back of his hand burst into flames, turning to ashes and disappearing completely within a second.

At the same time.

The Tokyo battlefield.

"roar--!"

Shuten-dōji suddenly roared to the sky, his voice a mixture of extreme pain and indescribable pleasure.

A dark red demonic power far exceeding that before erupted from his body like a volcanic eruption.

This force was so immense that it even pushed Joan of Arc's sacred and inviolable aura back dozens of meters.

Shuten-dōji's aura rose steadily, and he raised his right hand.

A beam of highly condensed and concentrated demonic energy shot out from his palm, heading straight for the silver-armored girl opposite him.

Wherever that beam of light passed, the air seemed to groan in agony, as if it could not bear the weight.

The beam of demonic energy struck precisely the indestructible golden light barrier in front of Joan of Arc.

This time, the light barrier did not completely erase the attack as it had before.

"Click..."

A faint, yet clearly audible cracking sound rang out across all live streaming terminals worldwide.

At the point where the beam struck, a spiderweb-like crack suddenly appeared.

The moment the crack appeared, it spread across the entire light barrier at an astonishing speed.

next second.

With a crisp, resounding crash like shattered glass, the golden light barrier that had previously blocked all attacks crumbled before the eyes of hundreds of millions of viewers worldwide.

The countless golden specks of light, like fireflies on a summer night, were dazzling yet fleeting.

The golden light barrier shattered, but the residual force of the demonic beam remained, still carrying destructive power, and shot directly at Jeanne d'Arc's body.

In a flash, Joan of Arc swiftly held the flag horizontally in front of her.

boom!

The flagpole and the residual energy of the beam collided violently.

The ground beneath Joan of Arc's feet instantly cracked, and a visible shockwave spread outward from her.

The immense force sent her flying backward dozens of meters, her feet carving two terrifying furrows, each half a meter deep, into the rocky ground before she finally regained her footing.

Before she could even stand still, Shuten-dōji had already pounced on her.

His face bore a cruel smile, and his demonic claws, imbued with materialized demonic power, clashed fiercely with Joan of Arc's banner.

clang!clang!clang!

Each impact produced a deafening clang of metal against metal, sending sparks flying.

After receiving the Command Seals, Shuten-dōji completely overwhelmed Jeanne d'Arc in terms of pure power.

Inside the rental house.

As Takahashi Shota watched the screen, the once-pure woman finally revealed her disheveled state, passively resisting Shuten-dōji's frenzied attacks. He let out an even more maniacal and exhilarating laugh.

"Hahaha! Yes! That's it! Not enough!"

He wants more than just victory.

What he wanted was a thoroughly humiliating experience, a destructive feast that would make the whole world tremble.

Shota Takahashi raised his right hand again.

On the back of his hand, the two remaining Command Seals were emitting an ominous red light.

"Command it with the second Command Spell!"

"Berserker! Abandon all defenses! Regardless of the cost! Tear her to shreds!"

Another blood-red stroke burned to ashes.

The Tokyo battlefield.

The second Command Seal mark on Shuten-dōji's body disappeared instantly.

He completely abandoned all defensive postures, even allowing Joan of Arc's banner to cut wounds all over his body.

But what flowed from those wounds was not fresh blood, but surging demonic energy, which healed instantly.

His body swelled up again, his muscles bulged, and his demonic horns became even more ferocious, completely transforming him into a demon god born purely for destruction.

The speed and power of the attack surged once again!

Joan of Arc's divine defenses were completely torn apart, and she could only rely on the fighting instincts etched deep in her soul to wave the flag in her hand and constantly block and deflect the force.

Clear claw marks began to appear on her silver armor.

Just as she was about to be completely crushed.

On Joan of Arc's empty left palm, two Command Seals, radiating a soft golden glow, quietly appeared.

This is the permission certificate she uses as the Ruler to maintain the rules.

Without any hesitation.

One of the golden command seals vanished instantly.

"In the name of the adjudicator, forcibly restrain those who violate the rules!"

Joan of Arc's voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.

Several chains made of pure light appeared out of thin air, like living serpents, coiling around the completely berserk Shuten-dōji from all directions.

Golden chains precisely bound Shuten-dōji's limbs and body, and divine power began to surge in, attempting to suppress the already boiling demonic power within him.

Shuten-dōji's movements suddenly froze.

However, this pause lasted for less than half a second.

"roar!"

Shuten-dōji, strengthened by two consecutive Command Seals, let out a deafening roar.

His muscles and demonic power erupted together, and the golden chains that were strong enough to seal ordinary servants were forced to crack by him, groaning under the strain, on the verge of breaking.

Inside the rental house.

When Takahashi Shota saw Shuten-dōji bound, his last shred of reason was completely consumed by panic and anger.

He could not accept that his servants were suppressed, even for a moment.

He used all his strength to issue his final command, his voice like the mournful cry of a cuckoo.

"With my final Command Spell! Berserker! Unleash your Noble Phantasm! Destroy her and this damned world!"

The last blood-red command mark on the back of his hand burned to ashes.

The mark consisting of three strokes completely disappeared from his hand.

Tokyo.

The golden chains binding Shuten-dōji could no longer withstand the terrifying power and instantly shattered into countless points of light.

The power of the three Command Seals was completely combined.

Shuten-dōji's demonic power reached an unprecedented peak at this moment.

The sky was completely dyed an ominous blood red.

This time, Shuten-dōji did not continue his attack.

He slowly raised his hands, making a gesture of worshipping the sky.

Behind him, a massive torii gate, constructed from stark white bones and indistinct flesh, bursts through the ground and rises abruptly.

Beyond the torii gate lies a bottomless darkness, from which countless agonizing wails and piercing screams emanate, as if connected to hell itself.

【Noble Phantasm: Gate of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons】.

Joan of Arc gazed calmly at the terrifying gate that exuded endless evil energy, enough to turn the entire Tokyo into a ghost realm.

She slowly pulled the flag from the ruins of the building beneath her feet and raised it high.

The next moment, the banner's fabric spontaneously combusted, transforming into pure holy flames that illuminated her face with unparalleled holiness.

Joan of Arc's voice resounded throughout the heavens.

"My lord is here, my lord is my shield—the Crimson Saintess!"