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

Meanwhile, in Rome, thousands of miles away.

Inside a luxury hotel suite, a giant virtual screen is broadcasting the Tokyo match live.

Jiang Ming leaned back on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine, watching everything on the screen with great interest.

Through a soul connection with the mirror doll, he could even personally experience the earth-shattering collision of forces from a first-person perspective.

"Tsk tsk."

Jiang Ming swirled the wine in his glass and couldn't help but complain.

"Does it have to be this exciting?"

"Even I, the mastermind behind it all, am starting to feel the urge to get involved and start my own game."

Meanwhile, in Jiang Ming's sea of ​​consciousness, the balance of emotion points on his personal panel was jumping wildly at an unprecedented and terrifying speed.

[Current Emotional Value Balance: 31,457,990…]

【33,784,110...】

【36,011,240...】

This global "battle of the gods" brought Jiang Ming unimaginable benefits.

Shock, fear, fervor, worship from billions of people around the world... all these intense emotional fluctuations transformed into the purest energy, surging into his system account.

"The eighth choice requires 100 million emotional points."

As Jiang Ming watched the numbers rise, a smile curved his lips.

"It's just a 'small goal'."

"It seems we'll achieve it soon."

……

The Tokyo battlefield.

At the same moment Jeanne d'Arc announced the true name of her Noble Phantasm, the white bone torii gate behind Shuten-dōji opened completely.

[Noble Phantasm: Gate of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons] - Fully Unleashed!

From the deep darkness behind the door, which connects to hell, came countless venomous roars.

Immediately afterwards, countless bizarre and hideous monsters, mixed with a torrent of dark demonic power powerful enough to erode reality, surged out of the door like a tsunami bursting its banks!

vengeful spirits, evil ghosts, demons...

They converged into a black wave representing absolute evil, carrying a terrifying momentum that threatened to drag the entire world into the abyss, and swept towards that tiny silver figure.

In the live broadcast worldwide, everyone held their breath.

On the screen, a massive, overwhelming black wave was about to engulf the entire city of Tokyo.

Before the waves, that silver figure was as small as a grain of sand.

Faced with this sight that would make even gods and Buddhas tremble, Joan of Arc showed no fear whatsoever.

She held the flag that was now completely enveloped in holy flames.

There is no defense.

There was no retreat.

Facing the devastating torrent of demonic power, Joan of Arc launched her charge.

At the moment of her charge, Joan of Arc's body began to burn, completely merging with the holy flame in her hand.

She herself transformed into a flaming spear that pierced the darkness.

With the body of a mortal, he wielded the power of a god.

Without hesitation, they plunged headlong into the terrifying core of the "Night Parade of One Hundred Demons"!

The moment the two collided.

The whole world suddenly fell silent.

At this moment, all the live streaming equipment was reduced to meaningless electrical noise.

A pure white "sun" suddenly rose in the sky above Tokyo and expanded wildly at a speed that defied all the laws of physics.

The ultimate white.

Ultimate purification.

Wherever the white light reached, the surging torrent of demonic power evaporated instantly, like ice and snow exposed to the scorching sun.

Those hideous monsters didn't even have time to let out a scream before they were completely melted away in the pure holy fire.

Even the enormous torii gate, constructed from countless white bones and exuding endless evil energy, shattered inch by inch in the white light, turning into dust.

Shuten-dōji, at the very center of the light, felt the irresistible purifying power originating from the conceptual level, and for the first time, an expression of disbelief appeared in his golden beast eyes.

"impossible!"

In his final, unwilling roar, Shuten-dōji's body, along with his concept of being a "demon," was completely purified by pure holy fire.

This white sun lasted for a full ten seconds.

Then, the light slowly faded away.

The crimson and eerie atmosphere that had enveloped Tokyo was swept away, and the sky returned to the tranquility of the night, with even a few sparse stars visible.

The devastated ruins of the city on the ground proved that what had just happened was not an illusion.

……

In a cramped rental room in Toshima Ward.

Shota Takahashi sat blankly in front of the computer.

On the screen, only static remained, indicating a loss of signal.

He slowly raised his right hand and held it out in front of his eyes.

The blood-red mark on the back of his hand that had once fascinated and driven him mad had vanished without a trace.

There was nothing there.

The spiritual connection with Shuten-dōji was also completely and brutally severed the moment that white light appeared.

The destructive power that had once filled his limbs and made him feel invincible had vanished.

An unprecedented and immense sense of emptiness, like a black hole, completely devoured Takahashi Shota's soul.

He lost his strength.

He reverted to being that penniless, socially abandoned, unemployed youth living in a cheap rental apartment.

There's nothing left.

……

When the live broadcast signal was restored a few minutes later, the whole world saw the clear night sky over Tokyo and the completely leveled Shinjuku district on the ground.

This result sent chills down everyone's spine.

After a brief period of silence, the global internet erupted in unprecedented frenzy.

"Noble Phantasm".

Command Spells.

These two terms, which originally belonged only to the ACG community, topped the trending search lists on all social media platforms around the world within just one hour, dominating the rankings.

Countless posts, videos, and analytical articles sprang up like mushrooms after rain.

"Holy crap! That was a Noble Phantasm clash, wasn't it? It was definitely a Noble Phantasm clash! Crimson Saintess VS Night Parade of One Hundred Demons! The special effects are even better than top Hollywood blockbusters!"

"Upstairs, what special effects? That was a live broadcast! It happened real! I was right on the outskirts of Tokyo, and that white light almost blinded me!"

"The key point is the Command Seals! Did you guys see that? That Berserker suddenly became stronger three times. Some experts have already analyzed that his Master used three Command Seals in a row, directly strengthening the Servant to the point where he can go toe-to-toe with the Arbiter! This thing is practically an official cheat code!"

"So, the Master is the key! A mad Master paired with a chaotic and evil Servant almost leveled Tokyo! If a few more came along, wouldn't the Earth be enough for them to tear apart?"

"Type-Moon, the copyright holder of the Fate series, has been completely 'protected' by the Japanese government. It's said that not even a fly can get into their building now!"

"I declare that the Holy Grail War is the greatest performance art in human history! And the most dangerous reality show! My mom asked me why I was kneeling while watching the live stream!"

...

The battle in Tokyo has come to an end.

But for the world, the real storm has only just begun.

China, Ninth Bureau's Supreme Command Center.

On the huge central screen, the final scene of Jeanne d'Arc's Noble Phantasm being unleashed, purifying everything, was playing.

The entire command center was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

On everyone's face was an undisguised shock and... lingering fear.

Chen Jianguo sat in the command seat, his face extremely solemn.

A veteran general standing beside him, who had served in the military for over forty years, looked at the screen and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"If... I mean if."

"What would happen if we used the 'Dongfeng' series of missiles to launch a saturation attack on that 'Demon King'?"

Beside him, a top physics expert in charge of data analysis pushed up his glasses and shook his head bitterly.

"General, from an energy level perspective, the outcome will not change."

"Conventional weapons, including our most advanced missiles, are only slightly different from that Berserker's Noble Phantasm in terms of making the explosions... a little more spectacular."

"Unless," the expert paused, then uttered two words with difficulty, "nuclear weapons are used."

This word seemed to lower the temperature in the command center.

Chen Jianguo slowly spoke, breaking the silence.

"Nuclear weapons cannot solve the problem."

"The target is an individual with extremely high mobility. Before the battle ended, we couldn't even pinpoint exactly which building and which room his Master was in."

"Deploying nuclear weapons in an international metropolis with a population of over ten million? That's not a victory, that's mutual destruction."

The conclusion is cold and cruel.

Everyone realized that humanity's proud modern military system appeared so fragile in the face of these true "gods and demons".

Just then, Jiang Ming, who had been sitting in the corner playing the role of "advisor," suddenly chuckled.

He picked up the teacup in front of him, blew on it to cool it down, and said in a casual tone.

"Don't be nervous, everyone."

"Isn't this great?"

"Tokyo may be a bit ruined, but at least the Berserker has been dealt with, hasn't it?"

His words drew everyone's attention to him.

Chen Jianguo frowned.

"Advisor Jiang, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Jiang Ming, mirror image number 1, put down his teacup and shrugged.

"What does Jeanne d'Arc's intervention signify? It signifies that the Holy Grail War has rules, and Servants and Masters cannot act with impunity."

"So what everyone should be considering now is how to put the battlefield of the Holy Grail War abroad or in a controllable place, instead of turning it into a wasteland like the capital of the Sakura Kingdom."

These words struck like a thunderbolt, resounding in the hearts of every high-ranking official.

……

At the same time, the Pentagon.

A four-star general slammed his fist on the conference table, making a loud noise.

"shame!"

"Our 'Osprey,' our most elite special forces unit, wasn't even able to enter the battlefield before being swatted down like a fly!"

"Now, the whole world is laughing at us!"

"I demand that the highest level of combat readiness be immediately activated! Command of the B-2 and Minuteman missiles be transferred to Strategic Command!"

Across from him, a civilian senior advisor to the Ministry of National Defense calmly shook his head.

"General, calm down."

"Our enemy is not a country, not even an organization, but three... no, now at least four individuals with extraordinary powers."

"The only result of you detonating a nuclear bomb in Tokyo is to help that Chinese swordsman named 'Saber' and that Raven God, or some other hidden monster, eliminate an opponent."

"The rules of this war have changed."

The advisor looked at the silver-armored figure holding the holy flag on the screen.

"From this day forward, the threat level of the Holy Grail War must be raised to the highest level. We must find the 'Heroic Spirits' belonging to our nation of America, regardless of the cost!"

……

The Kremlin, Moscow, London, Paris...

Almost simultaneously, the top decision-makers of all major powers around the world had their perceptions completely overturned by the battle in Tokyo.

The old order, alliances, and deterrence all become a joke in the face of absolute, extraordinary power.