Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

[Date: Trouble. This batch is almost used up. My calculations were correct. With a pure and innocent mind, the acquired technology, and the remaining artifact fragments, I should have been able to obtain the corresponding Spirit Origin. This is really frustrating. Oh, and this one here is almost dead too. I should have just burned it.]

[Date: Unbelievable! It actually healed rapidly after being burned and has even begun to regain its own consciousness. It seems this is the key to success. Even the experimental subjects are working so hard to survive; I need to step up my game too!]

Fujimaru Ritsuka flipped through the diary, but there was no more content about Xiangguang. He silently raised his head, waved the diary in his hand, and indicated where the next part was.

"Below? There's nothing below. That lab was destroyed long ago, and we don't know the specifics. These fragments of the diary were salvaged by an assistant who participated in the experiment." Kaiki Niishu shrugged.

Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't delve any deeper into his words. With a very ominous premonition, he opened the interrogation statement of the scientist's assistant, which stated that the mad scientist had been obsessively stroking the outer wall of the artificial womb and murmuring the name [Tachie].

With a sigh, Fujimaru Ritsuka flipped through the documents and unexpectedly came across the British investigation report on Ritsuga Galahad. The report stated that Ritsuga Galahad might be an undocumented immigrant or an experimental subject, but based on various tests, including those conducted using magical methods, it was determined that he could not possibly be a spy.

"So Britain does know about illegal human modification after all." Fujimaru Ritsuka sneered as she tossed the report onto the table, then used her eyes to stop Abigail's curious attempts to browse the documents, letting them be passed around among the others.

"Otherwise, do you think Britain is some kind of innocent white lotus?" Lisa Lisa spoke as if I knew Britain very well, so it seems that the information in Araki's manga that she was British was correct.

Fujimaru Ritsuka rested her chin on her interlaced fingers, pondered for a moment, and then spoke to the two influential figures: "A detective with extraordinary abilities once said that in the world of magic, 'how to do it' doesn't matter, because there are simply too many possibilities to achieve a goal using unconventional and covert methods. Therefore, the important thing is 'why do it.' Judging from the information you obtained from the British authorities, they should also know the full contents of this document."

Beki Mudsho nodded: "Among the British team leaders in charge of the joint interrogation, one is a mid-level manager from MI6. The official information they provided was merely a bargaining chip to get Galahad to be handled by them."

Fujimaru Ritsuka rubbed her temples, looking quite troubled: "I just hope they can speed things up, stop exploiting the advantages of bureaucracy, and be extremely cautious, constantly seeking instructions and discussing things."

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Lisa sat to the side, puzzled. "As an experimental subject, he naturally has motives. Plus, he's facing three Round Table Knights Awakened who are adjusting the benefits of the experiment every day. It's normal to have such motives, but isn't it almost done already? Even those secret sponsors and assistants have all fallen this time."

"That's right, he should have achieved all his goals of revenge in theory, so what's there to worry about?"

As the people in charge of this operation, Bei Mu Nishu and Lisa Lisa have now discovered that Tachie's inaction has actually led to the complete capture of his former accomplices. They are now very optimistic.

Keep an eye on Lijiang, then go to that Dharma Seal and give him a [Ruler Breadker] treatment; that might just be the end of the matter.

It doesn't really matter whether you can keep an eye on him or not. What kind of trouble can Lijiang cause anyway?

“You all underestimate him.” Fujimaru Ritsuka opened a book in front of everyone and gestured for them to proceed.

That is the Book of Revelation, the last book of the New Testament of the Bible, and also the last and most important book.

He quickly flipped to Chapter 5, silently pointed to the sentence "Lion of the tribes of Judah, Root of David," then tapped the passage with his finger and read it aloud with emphasis.

Once everyone had noticed, he spoke with a cold laugh: "You all know this person. It refers to Brother Jesus, [the one who died and rose again], [the one who is pure and without sin], [the one born without sexual intercourse], [the rightful possessor of the Holy Grail]..."

As he recited the defining terms one by one, everyone fell silent, and the more they thought about it, the more they felt it made sense.

Lisa thought for a moment, and was about to speak up indignantly, but Fujimaru Ritsuka interrupted her: "You're probably thinking that it's just a shoddy imitation. But...aren't shoddy imitations and shoddy imitations of the Apocalypse magic circle a perfect match?"

Besides, if I remember correctly, the junior who doesn't use a shield still has the Spear of Longinus, a legendary treasure imbued with the blood of a saint.

Fujimaru Ritsuka swallowed those words, only letting out a long sigh.

Lisa and Bemunishū exchanged a glance, realizing the gravity of the situation. If it were them, they certainly wouldn't loosen their control over Lijiang Galahad, but if it were Britain, they might get too busy and forget about it altogether.

This is no joke. After all, those who threatened national security have been arrested. What's left is just a pitiful experimental subject whose backup plans have all been destroyed and whose targets for revenge have all paid the price.

"Go and inform Britain immediately, hurry up!" Lisa urged Kaiki Deishuu to get to work, but Fujimaru Ritsuka stopped him.

He said, "It might not be in time, but could you help me get a certificate so I can try to get a dragon expert from Japan?"

Bei Mudshou pointed at Lisa Lisa, indicating that she had a solution, and then strode out with her long legs, her demeanor brisk and energetic, a stark contrast to her usual leisurely pace.

After receiving an affirmative answer from Lisa Lisa, Fujimaru Ritsuka started dialing the phone of a certain teacher who was eager to get married. Then, under the guise of a joint peacekeeping force and a temporary control committee, he managed to persuade this violent female boxer to come over.

"I still won't be able to get there until tomorrow morning. I hope I can still make it in time," Fujimaru Ritsuka said with a bitter face, having given up hope.

Lisa Lisa had been pondering this for a while, and then asked Fujimaru Ritsuka with some uncertainty, "Speaking of which, I feel like you don't quite agree with our conclusion that Galahad has achieved its goal, right?"

She recalled the actions of the people around her during their conversation and then noticed that Fujimaru Ritsuka's expression was a little off.

Fujimaru Ritsuka gave a wry smile: "Yes, I definitely don't think so. How should I put it? First of all, this involves too many things. If I'm not mistaken, the clues you initially caught actually have nothing to do with him, right?"

"Is it okay? Does it count if there are several donors with the same number of donors?"

"He might not find out. But what I'm trying to say is, if you magicians all think his soul is holy and pure, then he's definitely going to do something big. After all, holding a grudge against such a small fry is beneath his dignity and would easily lead him into a dark, vengeful mood."

Lisa gasped. "I'm not afraid of my opponent being a bad person; I'm afraid of my opponent being a good person, especially a very good one. Because that means that the bad things he does might be part of a larger plan that's worth sacrificing his own integrity for."

As they pondered their next move, in Buckingham Palace in the distance, Lijiang Galahad stretched lazily: "Looks like it's about time. Time to go alone."

131. Galahad is on a killing spree (6K)

Johns was a little flustered.

As an MI6 agent, he had no shortage of sources and thus knew the purpose of leading his team to protect Lijiang Galahad. When he heard Lijiang stretch and say those words, he immediately wished he could plug his ears, or that this was all a dream.

Lijiang! My good lord! Couldn't you have waited a little while? Couldn't you have waited until I handed over my shift to the next squad before you started making trouble?

While inwardly groaning over completely unrealistic desires, Johns forced a smile and asked Tachie in a low voice, "Sir Galahad, what do you want?"

"Ugh, staying indoors all the time is making my bones feel like they're going to fall apart. I'm thinking of going out for a walk. Johns, why don't you come for a walk with me?" Lijiang Galahad lazily twirled a strand of her long, pale hair with her fingers, and without waiting for his reply, she opened the door and walked out at a leisurely pace.

"Hold him back! Or at least prevent him from making any moves inside Buckingham Palace!" Johns heard his superior's instruction through his portable headset, an instruction that made him want to rant.

He was inwardly panicking, but he maintained a calm and collected expression, waving to the team members who had gathered around him: "What are you looking at me for? Follow us. This is a matter of national importance, and it depends on this!"

First, try to steady your slightly trembling legs!

However, the team members looked at each other and realized that their own legs were trembling too.

But we're just working people, there's nothing we can do but obey orders from above.

The MI6 team lamented their fate, their faces, still masked by sunglasses, maintained the stoic expression of cold-blooded killers as they strode out the door behind Galahad.

Lijiang had heard the MI6 squad's movements clearly from the beginning, but he just smiled and ignored them. He squinted, humming an absurd, off-key hymn, and continued walking outwards, in the direction that was clearly the entrance to the spirit tomb Albion.

Not far from Buckingham Palace, I came to a slightly more spacious area. Although it wasn't a holiday, there were surprisingly few pedestrians on the street.

At this moment, Johns' headset transmitted instructions again: "Johns! We learned the key information last night. Unfortunately, we will visit your home later. I will take care of your wife and children, so don't worry."

Johns' eyes widened—damn it, you really do have designs on my darling, no, that look clearly meant you're after my son...

Before he could even berate his superior, the battle-hardened Johns sensed the approaching danger. A cold, inorganic killing intent descended upon everyone present in an instant. The members of the MI6 team desperately began to perform tactical evasive maneuvers, but it was too late.

With deafening booms of artillery fire, countless cannons burst forth from the houses in the neighborhood, easily tearing apart the previously hollowed-out exterior walls of the buildings, like heavenly fire of judgment, indiscriminately covering everyone in the neighborhood.

"Did it... was it a success?" Behind the dark gun barrel, the observers opened the tank hatch and took out infrared instruments, trying to see through the smoke to check the target's condition.

"Sorry, not at all." Amidst the lingering smoke of battle, a lazy and indifferent voice echoed eerily through the streets that had become a battlefield.

Then, the members of MI6 were thrown one by one like cannonballs, landing on rooftops in the distance.

Johns rolled several times on the hard roof, coughing up blood as he touched his chest, bewildered and uncertain: "I didn't die, I just broke my ribs from the fall, cough cough." Some of his squad members were even in tears, causing his seriously injured companions to shift their bodies in disgust.

Amid the indiscriminate artillery barrage, Johns only saw Tatee draw a sword, and then all the attacks were miraculously neutralized. What surprised him even more was that Tatee actually protected him and left them aside.

This act of kindness evoked mixed feelings in them, who were both the monitors and the bait.

Fire!

The commander on site didn't care how Lijiang survived or why he sent the MI6 team members away. He only had one thought in mind: to carry out the mission and kill the dangerous personnel who might threaten Britain on the spot.

Drones rose from all directions, and deadly missiles were continuously fired from among them.

The machine guns on the tank rotated, firing tracer rounds that left trails of light, while the machine guns spewed muzzle flashes at a rate of 1200 rounds per minute. Flames burst from the dark cannon barrel as depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds detached from their shells in mid-air, revealing slender, silver-white cores with their own tail fins.

The storm of death swept over the small individual, but Lijiang Galahad nonchalantly raised the slender blade in his hand.

He kissed the strange strip of cloth hanging from the cross-shaped hilt and murmured, "Vau. In the name of the Father of Solomon, liberate."

The commander's hands were sweating as he stared intently at the footage from the drone, then he exclaimed in shock, "Oh my God! What's going on?!"

The death storm, cast in metal, slowly slowed down within five meters of Tatee, like an insect struggling in amber, its vitality extinguished by the seemingly divine power, before it fell.

He could hardly believe what he was seeing and began to wonder if a powerful magician had created this illusion.

The magical fields of extraordinary beings, even those who have awakened, are never indestructible. Past battle records show instances of powerful demons capable of challenging the Knights of the Round Table. However, despite numerous restrictions, it withstood a direct hit from a 130mm depleted uranium armor-piercing cannon specially modified and deployed by the Challengers. Its magical field was shattered on the spot, and it was ultimately engulfed by the artillery fire and torn to shreds.

But the current situation cannot be explained by any magical force field. Modern artillery has met its natural nemesis; the constants of physics have been completely overturned, and myth has once again descended upon this planet dominated by reason and technology.

"Commander! The target is surrounded by an indistinguishable energy field. Artillery fire is completely ineffective. I repeat, artillery fire is completely ineffective!" The scientist accompanying him in the command room stared at the instruments in disbelief, filled with a fervent desire to explain.

The commander rubbed his temples, his head aching: "Were the fired artillery pieces mixed with magically treated weapons?"

Yes! Still no effect!

The commander, weary and unwilling to speak, waved his hand to signal the next step in the plan.

On the battlefield, Lijiang twirled his longsword, the ribbon-like strips of cloth fluttering with his movement. He strolled across the battlefield, still resolutely heading towards the Spirit Tomb of Albion. The sounds of cannon fire, the whooshing of flying objects, and the clattering of things falling to the ground were like a farewell tune for him.

However, the sound of artillery fire soon subsided. The officers commanding the modern weaponry seemed to have grasped the situation and temporarily abandoned their futile attempts. Li Jiang smiled, deeply impressed by their wisdom. They were still within the city limits; more powerful thermobaric weapons and exceptionally lethal poison gas were certainly unusable. Hoping for the combustion of depleted uranium through poison gas and radiation had also failed, because depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds simply didn't have a chance to rub against the magical field.

But Lijiang knew they wouldn't stop there, and sure enough, someone appeared in front of them.

"I didn't expect Lord Galahad to be so powerful. I feel like I made a mistake agreeing to help Britain this time." A group of extraordinary individuals, their bodies shimmering with dazzling spiritual light, appeared.

The leader was wearing a traditional Japanese hunting robe favored by Onmyoji (yin-yang masters), and Tachie recognized him.

Tsuchimikado Yasumasa, a contemporary genius of the Tsuchimikado clan who inherited his lineage from Abe no Seimei, is the designated successor to the clan head. He has reproduced most of the Onmyōdō techniques from Abe no Seimei's work "The Golden Crow and the Jade Rabbit Collection," possessing versatile and unpredictable magic as well as powerful shikigami. He is one of the top combatants among the extraordinary beings, aside from Awakened Ones.

"Ah, it's Taejin. I never expected that you, who only likes to frequent demon lairs and brothels, would appear in front of me. Aren't you afraid I'll take drastic measures?" Lijiang Galahad didn't make any big moves, as if it wasn't a big deal for his friend, who could be considered half a friend, to appear and become his enemy.

"You underestimate me. Besides, the Britannia you serve have deployed so many knights to cooperate with me." Tsuchimikado Taishin slightly covered his mouth with his bat fan, still appearing elegant and refined amidst the smoke-filled battlefield, like a dissolute nobleman attending a banquet.

Behind him, a group of extraordinary individuals dressed in the plate armor of the Demon Cave Knights began to line up and block Lijiang's path.

"Those with shields and swords line up in front, those with spears are in the back, and those with large bows are providing support from behind. Is it really necessary?" Lijiang chuckled.

The formation before them was, in fact, the result of Tachie's careful planning. This seemingly loose formation avoided the possibility of the enemy using wide-area attacks, and thanks to their extraordinary physical abilities, each knight wielding a shield and sword could support each other and block enemies charging from the rear. Meanwhile, the spears and longbows, in coordination with their shield-and-sword comrades at the front, could strike the enemy at opportune moments.

With a flicker of magic in his hands, Tsuchimikado Taishin instantly bestowed upon them various buffs—the Wind Walk that increased agility, the Vajra Unwavering that increased defense and prevented knockback, the Yata no Crow's Fire that enhanced attack and added fire attribute, and the power of Mount Tai that added the power of judgment...

To those who possess the power to see magic directly, the dazzling light was enough to dazzle their magical eyes. But Tsuchimikado Taishin was still not satisfied. With a wave of his folding fan, twelve talismans floated in the air, and the twelve renowned shikigami appeared in the air above the formation, forming an array.

"Hey, Taejin, Taejin, your Yin-Yang School is such a mixed bag. You copied Taoist schools from others, and you even have your own unorthodox techniques that combine gods and Buddhas, and you even control ghosts and spirits. Speaking of which, didn't you also get the Front Ghost and Back Ghost from someone else? Why don't you release them for me to play with?" Lijiang Galahad stood there making sarcastic remarks, leaning on his sword and waiting for them to attack.

"...It's localization, not plagiarism. Forget it, there's no point in arguing with a sharp-tongued guy like you." Tsuchimikado Yasuma waved his hand defiantly, signaling to launch an attack.

The bat-shaped fan he was holding was already slippery... The constant cold sweat made it difficult for him to maintain his composure, and only a sliver of clarity allowed him to suppress his plan to send out both the Former Ghost and the Rear Ghost to join the attack. The aura of Lijiang Galahad before him was terrifyingly powerful. His biological instincts told him to leave immediately, but reason told him that almost no one could defeat him and the combined forces of the hundred extraordinary knights after withstanding such powerful artillery fire.

Then, in the next moment, he realized that both he and the commander had completely underestimated Galahad, the Immaculate Knight who had supposedly found the true Holy Grail.

Blades, spears, and arrows alike were weakened infinitely as they approached him; spells were like flames entering a vacuum, extinguished without even a bubble rising. The enraged shikigami attempted to engage him in close combat, but encountered the same fate.

So they were all out of options. Galahad used the blade, the hilt, his fists, and his knees to easily push aside, knock down, stun, and kick away the enemies blocking his way.

Like a tiger among sheep, or Moses parting the sea, the loose yet aesthetically pleasing scattered formation was utterly shattered by him. People fell like waves of wheat, and he was like a farmer reaping the harvest, leaving only devastation in his wake.

Sweating profusely, Tsuchimikado Yasuma watched warily as Tachie Galahad approached. Suddenly, he relaxed and shook his head: "Sigh, I'd better not humiliate myself. I don't think I can handle you at all. By the way, what exactly do you want?"

"Ah, save the world?" Lijiang Galahad tilted his head with a puzzled smile, and before he could ask anything, he struck him hard in the abdomen with the hilt of his sword.