Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

Tsuchimikado Yasumasa slowly collapsed. Tachie Galahad turned his head to the side, to the drone's camera, and mouthed: "Don't bother me. Don't waste my time."

Then, he strode forward.

The commander sat anxiously at the command post, biting his thumbnail and shaking his head in frustration: "It seems this is the only way this operation can go. Come, notify the joint peacekeeping force base and tell the interim control committee that we have failed."

After saying that, he slumped into his chair like a deflated balloon, completely motionless.

The messenger beside him didn't pay much attention—this military operation had failed, and as the planner, he would definitely be blamed. Although it was pitiful, it was not a vortex that a nobody like him could get involved in. He should hurry up and send a signal to the base.

In the distant encampment, Bei Mu Nishu rushed into the room, his face unusually panicked: "Lijiang Galahad has rebelled."

“Beymu, stop talking like a eunuch, okay? But we were prepared for his rebellion, weren’t we? What happened when Britain took action? At least they were able to hold him off for a while, right?” Lisa Lisa checked the time; it had been less than two hours since they finished their discussion and sent Galahad’s message.

Although it's only been two hours, the British must have already harbored suspicions about him, right? He should be able to quickly increase his strength to stop Galahad.

"...In less than half an hour, all the ambushes were cleared. Britain indicated that when the target reached the suburbs, they would attempt to drop low-yield thermobaric and poison gas bombs under the guise of an exercise. They hoped that the troops stationed near the Demon Cave would be aware of the situation and not overreact." Bei Mudshou quickly explained the battle situation, eliciting bewildered glances from everyone present.

Fujimaru Ritsuka bit her lower lip, feeling utterly incredulous: "Are they crazy? Even a low-yield thermobaric bomb has a kill radius of over 200 meters, right? And then there's the poison gas bomb? Can they really hide this under the guise of an exercise?"

"They went crazy from the start, using depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds in the city, and even after sealing off the surrounding streets, Londoners started rioting."

Lisa Lisa hugged her chest and sighed, "The key thing is that they still seem completely unable to believe they can make a difference. What did the committee say?"

"After asking them about their expected success rate, tell them to stop..."

As they were speaking, a chilling red light shot into the sky, a massive mushroom cloud exploded in mid-air, and the faint green mist that had appeared was swept away and burned to ashes. This magnificent scene could be clearly seen even from the residence, which was nearly a 30-minute drive from Albion, the Tomb of the Dead, let alone London.

Bemuk Nishu slapped his forehead and stopped talking, his head throbbing unbearably. The scene before him showed that the committee's advice was completely ineffective, but Britain's desperate gamble had also been easily thwarted.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, seeing the scene before her, did not delay any longer and immediately inquired about the details of the operation.

He had a vague understanding of Galahad's background, but more details were needed to confirm the specifics.

"...That's roughly the situation. To be honest, the committee isn't entirely sure either. The combined superhuman and conventional combat power stationed at Albion is, in reality, no more than the level of qualitative change seen in the Battle of London."

"What about the casualties?"

"Aside from stray bullets hitting the auxiliary vehicle, the casualties were almost zero." Kaiki Niishu spread his hands, saying that even he found the result unbelievable when he received the battle report.

Fujimaru Ritsuka lowered her head in thought, while the people around her began to discuss Galahad's performance in hushed tones.

It's too powerful. Even the strongest awakened beings and superhumans currently recognized cannot possibly defeat hundreds of well-coordinated superhumans without taking any damage after being subjected to the firepower of nearly a brigade.

The key point is that everyone was given a secret weapon; Galahad's power has exceeded everyone's expectations.

“I think Galahad isn’t that powerful. We might still be able to defeat him, but there seems to be a problem with timing.” Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled wryly, because judging from the location of the red light, he was even closer to the Spirit Tomb Albion than he had been at the base in the past.

"How long?" Lisa Lisa and Bemukino asked in unison.

Fujimaru Ritsuka shrugged. "It will take at least a few hours, and some key items and supplies will need to be in place. It might even take more than ten hours."

Lisa gritted her teeth and said, "I have a way to buy some time. Tell me what you need right away."

“Are there any Awakened Ones of St. George here? If not, we need at least his relics. We absolutely cannot miss that. And then there’s my teacher, Hiratsuka Shizuka, who’s still in Japan. We need to find a way to get her over here as a backup. We also need to send other people over. At least we can guarantee that we can defeat him.” Fujimaru Ritsuka counted on her fingers, her voice filled with melancholy.

It's all the fault of the guys from before for not being helpful enough. They've only just managed to dig up Galahad's secrets, and it seems a bit late to start preparing now.

Lisa Lisa disagreed, and instead, she and Bemuk Nishu were overjoyed, but with a hint of regret, she said, "We might not be able to stop Galahad from going to the magic circle at the Spirit Tomb, but we might still be able to defeat him."

"Kid Beimu, inform the committee about our situation here and have the stationed troops launch a probing attack to facilitate my follow-up actions. Then, you find a way to bring over what Fujimaru Ritsuka needs."

Kaiki Niishu nodded: "No problem. I'll use my connections to find a fighter jet that can travel at Mach 3 or higher. Hiratsuka Shizuka will definitely be able to get to London in 3 hours... no, in 2 hours. As for St. George, I'll contact the relevant people right now."

Lisa gave an OK sign: "And I'll trouble you with the manpower allocation as well. I'll go prepare the surprise for Galahad right now."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was overjoyed to see that they had immediately settled on a plan: "I will also try to make use of the Shinsengumi to see if they still have any fighting power, or find other reliable combat forces, and then rest and prepare for an attack."

Looking at everyone present, Fujimaru Ritsuka gave a thumbs up: "Everyone, let's start preparing now. Another great battle awaits us."

Everyone nodded in unison, and then the two elderly adults turned and left, swiftly preparing their trump card.

Fujimaru Ritsuka hesitated for a moment, then ignored the others and approached Abigail alone: ​​"Abigail, when you go on stage, be careful not to be too reckless."

Abby, who was rolling up her sleeves, ready for a big battle, was puzzled by his words: "What's wrong, Captain? I'm really strong now, what do you mean by not letting me go on stage?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka carefully chose her words: "Um... I guess we'll still have to fight that big dragon, so you need to rest for a bit. You'll be the main force then."

"Okay... then I'll be a backup and provide support whenever needed." Abby pouted reluctantly, giving in a little.

Fujimaru Ritsuka wiped the sweat from his brow, feeling slightly relieved. If he wasn't mistaken, Galahad was practically a natural counter to Abby; the sword in his hand likely had a special attack that was extremely disadvantageous to Abby, who was associated with the Reverse Tree of Life.

Just as the base began to move because of Fujimaru Ritsuka's suggestion, Galahad had already arrived near the spirit tomb Albion.

He looked at the troops who were on high alert, smiled slightly, and then, unsurprisingly, saw two familiar figures: Lancelot and Gawain.

132. A Madman from Britain is Landing in London (6K7 Subscription Request)

"What are you all doing here... I wouldn't ask such a pointless question. It must be some great witch or magician's doing. Ah, really, there's no surprise at all. Is that all?" Tachie said nonchalantly.

The two people before him were his former colleagues in body and his father and good comrade-in-arms in spirit, the source of his strength. Relatives and friends were facing each other with swords drawn. It was truly an absurd drama.

At that moment, he suddenly wanted to light a cigarette and let his body, which had never been contaminated by nicotine, experience the poisoning of the compound.

"Tachie! No, Galahad! What are you trying to do!" Lancelot's eyes were filled with disbelief. "Indirectly killing your own comrade and bringing disaster to the world, and you still won't go back?"

"Shut up, you old man, you're so noisy, you know that?" Li Jiang interrupted him with a look of disgust, impatiently picking at his ear with his finger. "You still have the nerve to say that? Do you even know what that scumbag who borrowed your body did? Oh, but you probably don't care, he just did what you did again, hahaha..."

Lancelot silently took a half step back, but could only grip Arondale tightly in his hand, too ashamed to utter a single word.

Gawain stepped forward, adopting a composed attack stance: "Don't change the subject, Lijiang Galahad, what are you thinking?"

The Holy Sun Sword in his hand was already drawn, its sharp aura enveloping Lijiang, as if it were about to strike at any moment.

Lijiang yawned and said casually, "It's just... a plan to save the world, in my own way. But there's nothing to talk about with you guys."

His languid posture finally angered the two Knights of the Round Table, and negotiations completely broke down.

Then, in the next moment, the sniper bullet engraved with magic runes struck first, hurtling towards Lijiang's head.

At the same time, a torrent of magical spells surged forth, and the highly destructive weapons bypassed the two teammates, recklessly unleashing their power towards Lijiang's location.

But it was still ineffective; the mysterious mechanism continued to protect Rikjiang Galahad, preventing any damage from getting close to him. The purplish-black armor and the thick magical field didn't even need to be activated.

"The target still has an immunity mechanism, begin to change tactics." The rear had quickly confirmed the situation. Having already known the news, they were not surprised, but immediately switched to a buff tactic.

A powerful and rare buff was applied layer by layer to the two Knights of the Round Table. Although the magicians were not as strong as the previous Onmyoji Tsuchimikado Yasumasa, they had found a different way—through past training and collaboration, they had developed a method for stacking buffs.

Reality differs from a game. When the same person receives the same type of magical enhancement, the stronger enhancement will simply overshadow the weaker one. However, enhancements based on different principles can coexist. And these magicians belonging to the Allied Forces already had their own set of enhancement buff schemes, and while stationed there, they idly researched a coexistence solution.

Therefore, Lancelot at this moment is like having four Caster Artoria Pendragons buffed, and Gawain at this moment is like having six Merlins buffed.

In other words, the two of them, after being enhanced, can fight more than three of themselves.

Seeing the two men's aura surge, Lijiang Galahad looked up at the bright moon and whistled smugly: "Luckily it's nighttime, otherwise Gawain would have a triple buff..."

The Holy Sword of the Sun, burning with golden blazing heat, swept across, while Arondel, reflecting the pale moonlight, swiftly thrust forward.

"...that would be enough to overpower that useless old man! But he's still a big fry." Lijiang Galahad revealed a strange smile, and the thin sword with strange strips of cloth hanging from it was already thrust out.

The slender blade, seemingly capable of being easily broken, gently touched the two rare divine artifacts atop the holy sword at the last possible moment.

Then came the crushing, a crushing defeat as easily as smashing an unruly pottery with a black iron staff.

The holy sword let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain, spun into the sky, and then fell down beside its masters, who were coughing up blood and lying on the ground.

Gao Wen was deeply shocked and forced himself to stand up: "What exactly is that sword? No, I remember it..."

"You're joking. It doesn't have any remarkable power. It was just the possession of that Israelite king who once shepherded sheep. It may be a bit old-fashioned, but it's still a sacred relic."

“It’s that sword, the invincible sword that passed down from King David to King Solomon and then on.” Lancelot coughed up blood, his smile bitter. “Ah, it truly deserves to be called the divine sword that easily cut down Gawain in the duel during the quest for the Holy Grail.”

"No, Lord Lancelot, you jest. Even the best weapon needs the right person to use it. You've certainly raised a fine son."

The two helpless Knights of the Round Table, while coughing up blood, started chatting about everyday matters.

Lijiang Galahad rested his sword on the ground, remaining completely still. After a while, he spoke: "Well, have the rest of you retreated? Are you ready to face your fate?"

Lancelot and Gawain exchanged a helpless glance: "We noticed it from the very beginning."

“Isn’t that obvious? Would I be so kind as to let two useless old men give their dying words? I’m just too lazy to reduce the number of potential [rescues].” Lijiang Galahad walked over with a languid yet still aristocratic air, then sheathed his sword and grabbed the two men’s heads.

"Tipping someone on the back, isn't that interesting?"

"!"

The two seriously injured men were about to continue gathering information when they didn't expect that Lijiang Galahad had seen through everything.

He stared into Lancelot and Gawain's eyes and chuckled softly.

"Hey, weren't you spying on me? If the trap isn't activated soon, it'll be useless."

In the magic workshop, Lisa Lisa, sitting before the crystal ball, was taken aback by the sudden question, but her hand gestures remained unchanged, and the incantation she was chanting continued unabated. The divine light she wielded, guided by the language of the gods, was skillfully manipulated, like plucking a string inherent in the very essence of all things.

She was sweating profusely; delaying Lijiang Galahad was proving incredibly difficult. If it were the real Medea, the great witch who could drive grand magic with a single incantation, instantly teleporting and firing barrages of light bullets, she wouldn't have struggled as much as she had.

No, it's hard to say.

Spanning several kilometers, using the hands and feet implanted within Lancelot and Gawain as guiding anchors, a complex grand magic was remotely cast to target these Servants who already possessed considerable magic resistance. Even Medea herself couldn't have done it any better.

Lisa firmly believed this.

Magic, shattered. Space, locked. Direction shifted, distorted. Imaginary space, activated!

As Tachie Galahad seized the two, the anchor point corresponding to the grand ritual seal from the Book of Revelation was being permeated and influenced by the techniques of the Divine Witch. But Tachie Galahad didn't care; she even had the energy to mouth something in the direction she was being monitored.

我会回来的。

The next moment, reality was shattered, and the turbulence of the imaginary space carried away the three of them.

Lisa lay sprawled in front of the crystal ball, her entire body soaked as if she had fallen into water. She used the last bit of strength from her nearly exhausted body to open a vial of potion.

The heat flowed into the stomach through the throat and spread throughout the body. The potion, created by the witch of the Age of Gods and the progenitor of modern magicians, began to take effect, and physical strength and magical power were being restored.

With a wry smile, Lisa took out a long wooden wand and, supporting herself, limped towards Fujimaru Ritsuka's room.

She ignored the strange looks around her, her mind focused on only one thing: to quickly tell Fujimaru Ritsuka the results and information about Ritsuko Galahad.

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"As expected, it is the Sword of King David..." Fujimaru Ritsuka crossed her arms, looking as if she had expected it.

Lisa didn't want to talk, and lay on the table, eating caramel pudding bite by bite. Her weak body and stomach couldn't handle solid food, so only desserts that were somewhere between liquid and solid could soothe her body and mind.

Large amounts of sugar intake stimulate the secretion of dopamine, which is converted into energy needed by the body and slowly nourishes every cell under the family's traditional health-preserving ripple technique.

As a half-baked magician, Kasumigaoka Utaha was very curious about Lisa Lisa's actions, so she diligently brought her some English black tea that suited her taste and waited eagerly for her to recover.