Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

He rested one hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist, his purplish-black armor intact, and his pale white hair danced wildly in the smoke and wind after the explosion.

At his feet were two Knights of the Round Table who were almost inhuman.

Without the slightest hesitation, everyone except the Chaldea squad launched their strongest offensive.

The grand magic unleashed in sync, the violent sword light and energy, and even the numerous projectiles imbued with spiritual light, crashed down on the rebellious rebels like a storm.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was dumbfounded. How could this be considered unprepared?

Look at those attackers; mixed in with the dazzling array of attacks, there are quite a few extremely insidious things among them. Although it's impossible to identify them all, everything mixed in is a fragment of a sacred relic, capable of slaughtering gods and targeting holy objects.

He then realized why he had been able to obtain the relics from St. George so easily; it turned out that the committee had already acquired a lot of rare and valuable items.

Unfortunately, in his eyes, these were similar to the tip of Giorgios's spear, possessing only an illusory quality.

Therefore, Lijiang revealed a calm smile, simply raised the sword of King David with strips of cloth wrapped around its cross-shaped hilt, and casually swung it, creating an insurmountable chasm that separated everything.

All attacks were completely neutralized by the defense of King David's sword.

The eager crowd immediately stopped in their tracks, ready to execute Plan B without hesitation, and paused in their tracks.

They had all watched video recordings of the Galahad Knight's actions, but the experience of watching the video was completely different from being there in person.

When they faced Galahad on the battlefield, the true power emanating from that longsword terrified them.

That was the ruthless crushing of those below them by the higher beings on the Tree of Life within a monotheistic system, far stronger than the oppressive aura emanating from the relics of various gods and heroes in their hands.

Li Jiang smiled and stopped looking at them, turning instead to face the magic array.

The incantations on the magnificent magic circle flickered constantly, shimmering with a brilliance that transcended worldly norms. The seven marks on it were like petals in a time-lapse video, constantly unfolding and contracting.

"Time is up."

Deep within the earth, in the air, and even within the indestructible walls, Mana was frantically drawn into the magic circle like a planktonic creature hunted by a deep-sea behemoth, while sacred and ethereal chanting resounded in the void.

"How could I possibly let you get what you want so easily!"

Accompanied by a rapid, indistinguishable siren chant, Lisa Lisa leaned forward as if she had stumbled and fallen, but then vanished from the spot.

The next moment, she appeared behind Lijiang, and the dazzling light stopped the flow of mana.

"The principles of art encompass all principles; all phenomena in the world return to their origin—all symbols must be broken!" (Ruler Breaker)

A short sword with a twisted shape and a curved blade appeared in Lisa Lisa's hand. The shape of this short sword could hardly be called a weapon for combat, but it was the trump card of the Great Witch of the Age of Gods, a magic-breaking treasure that could restore magical objects to their original state.

This is the perfect moment that Lisa Lisa envisioned. The magic circle and Galahad, the main anchor point, begin to resonate. Only by breaking its operation at the moment the ritual is initiated can the resulting backlash completely destroy Galahad's plans.

The ritual array was too powerful, and Lisa Lisa knew she couldn't succeed. Therefore, her goal was undoubtedly Galahad.

"You bastard, huh?!" Just as Lijiang was about to turn around and retaliate, the two tattered Knights of the Round Table at his feet suddenly leaped up and, driven by invisible magic, grabbed Lijiang Galahad's hands and feet, restricting his attack.

"You heretic, you actually dare to manipulate your own teammates?!"

Lisa ignored Lijiang's accusations and focused solely on swinging the dagger at her target.

Closer now, just a stab to Galahad's body...

Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed and had already unsheathed [Supreme Heaven Muramasa].

The acting... was just so-so.

The strange dagger pierced Galahad's body without any resistance. It was a treasure trove formed from the Great Witch's life's learning and accumulated knowledge. It had no harmful or malicious effects, yet it was able to deliver a fatal blow to Galahad—as it was supposed to be.

136. Sir Galahad defeated everyone.

If a god exists, possessing theoretically supreme and invincible power, how can one defeat Him?

The heroic spirits who once fought on the absolute front of the monsters came to the conclusion that they had to overthrow the goddess Tiamat from her high heavenly throne—by using the power of the Great God to blast her horn, pulling her from the mortal world into the underworld, which was not her home ground, by using a Grand Heroic Spirit's sacrifice to break her immortality, and by using the dream demon's magic from Gensokyo to absorb her power, and finally defeat this greatest beast.

And today, Lisa Lisa is doing something similar.

Is the grand ritual of mythology, which mimics the Book of Revelation, something so extraordinary that it cannot be broken by the "all signs must be broken"? Then we must prove its flaws and expose enough weaknesses in the grand ritual that imitates mythology.

Lancelot, Gawain, or Violet are not enough, but if a weakness is found in Galahad, who serves as the main anchor point, the success rate is almost 70% or more.

However, having studied ritual arrays, Lisa Lisa understood that as an apocalyptic-level ritual, it possessed a near-self-repairing ability. Therefore, she needed Galahad to be near the array before she could intervene.

The first strike, [All Signs Will Break the Rules], will return Galahad's spirit origin to its original state. Having already begun to break the first seal, he is now linked to the ritual circle, and the surging magical power will begin to rage the moment he loses his main anchor. But the next moment, the self-repairing circle will either re-establish the main anchor within Galahad's barely surviving body.

Alternatively, one could use the Spirit Tomb as a center, expending magic to capture another suitable candidate and reshape the main anchor point.

But whether Galahad survives or not, the grand ritual array is incomplete at this moment.

At this point, the second [All-Powerful Talisman Breaking the Ring] spell breaks through the damaged space of the ritual array, restoring the array to its initial magical power.

While this violent magic might pose a life-threatening risk to those present, it should pose little harm to Fujimaru Ritsuka and his group, who possess the protective abilities of [Supreme Heaven Muramasa].

As for Lisa herself, although she was reluctant to give up her life, she felt that she was prepared to sacrifice it, even though she was already in her eighties.

“That’s remarkable, Ms. Lisa Lisa, but alas… it’s too late.” Lijiang Galahad looked at the dagger plunged into his chest and sighed deeply.

Even though [All Symbols Will Break the Rules] bypassed the defense of [King David's Sword] due to the spell and the characteristics of the dagger itself, it was completely ineffective.

It was like giving him a refresh status, causing Galahad to lag for a moment, like an old machine.

As someone who had access to and studied materials on all the awakened and extraordinary beings who had ever existed in the world, Tachie Galahad was no stranger to this great witch.

But from beginning to end, he never considered Lisa Lisa's trump card as a threat.

Because he had made preparations long ago; his Spirit Origin was created from the very beginning to be compatible with the Grand Ritual. As the main anchor point of the Apocalypse Array, it was innate, not something added later. Even [The Manifestation of All Symbols Breaks the Rules] cannot refresh the general's Spirit Origin to a blank state; otherwise, wouldn't the Great Witch Medea have been killed by this?

He unleashed his magic without expression, blasting away his two colleagues who had become the witch's puppets, and then swung his slender longsword.

The piercing sound that tore through the air startled Lisa Lisa from her daze, but it was too late for her to escape.

The reason she was able to backstab Galahad by teleportation was not only due to her own magical skills, but also thanks to the coordinates left behind by the previously wiped-out probe team, as well as the spatial teleportation artifacts she had left behind. However, even her efforts to use her backup plan to escape were completely thwarted.

Perhaps it was a final burst of energy before death, but Lisa Lisa's thoughts became incredibly clear. She suddenly realized that the second level where the Grand Ritual Array was located had completely transformed into an otherworldly existence.

One of the so-called highest achievements in grand magic is merely a conduit materialized from one's own mental world, an inherent barrier that erodes the laws of the world. The second layer, however, is an even more heterogeneous, yet completely uncorrected, alternate dimension. The so-called spatial transfer technique was easily sealed off at Galahad's will.

(Did he just die like that? What a ridiculous pose.)

Lisa watched calmly as the sword swept toward her head, but the seemingly certain strike was blocked.

clang!

Fujimaru Ritsuka tumbled in the air, then stretched out her body, twisted her waist and swung her sword. The crimson blade that fell from the sky struck Galahad's sword from above, barely saving Lisa Lisa.

At that moment, Hiratsuka Shizuka, far away, withdrew her fist and picked up the Lion Iron Staff. She had just used her superhuman strength to send Fujimaru Ritsuka flying like a cannonball, which was how he barely caught up.

"Back off!" Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't even have time to react and say anything bad. She only had time to push Lisa Lisa hard before Galahad's slash was already coming at her.

A barrage of slashes came from all directions from Fujimaru Ritsuka. His eyes widened, and he met the attack head-on, refusing to back down.

The air currents generated by the swords and blades carved deep grooves into the solid ground of the Spirit Tomb, sparks flew constantly, and the weapons of both sides emitted a slicing sound that made one's gums ache.

This guy is incredibly strong! His arm strength surpasses that of any enemy I've ever encountered, and his martial arts skills are unparalleled. If it weren't for his focus on battlefield swordsmanship and his emphasis on wide, sweeping attacks, I would have already given up.

Fujimaru Ritsuka gritted his teeth and kept retreating. Ever since he obtained Senji Muramasa's [Sword Aesthetics], he had never thought that anyone's martial arts could suppress him so firmly, especially that terrifying arm strength.

But as soon as the others arrive, no!

Fujimaru Ritsuka could already hear the footsteps of her companions right behind her. A hundred meters was only a matter of seconds for them, but Ritsuka Galahad had already drawn his second sword without hesitation.

They still have spare capacity?

But Fujimaru Ritsuka had no time to ponder just how deep Galahad's waters were; his attention was completely drawn to another sword.

It was a sword with a deep red hilt, adorned with ornate decorations and ribbons, but these automatically disengaged after Galahad drew it from its sheath, like a collar being broken off when a ferocious beast is released from its cage, powerless to stop the monster's will to wreak havoc.

The other sword in his hand began to emit a deep red glow, a bloody light, a terrifying curse that had annihilated nations and even brought down gods.

"Slaying gods with blades, cursing one's own lord. The flowing light is the reflection of dusk on a lake; manifest, [the sword that will surely annihilate the divine]..."

A dim, crimson light condensed from the blade in his hand, and countless curses from humans and gods resounded—the breaking of the covenant between humans and gods, a song before the final arrival of death.

Fujimaru Ritsuka finally confirmed the truth about the red-hilted sword in his hand: it was the sword of Balin, the knight Merlin hailed as having unleashed the most devastating blow since the beginning of time. It had been used by its former owner to slay the Lady of the Lake and destroy a kingdom in Britain.

Indeed, there are rumors that this sword was passed down to Galahad, who used it to crack open Gawain's skull.

Despite his nonsensical thoughts, Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't relax at all. He pushed his body to its limits, then used his peripheral vision to check the location before retreating to stand in front of his friends.

“…Let us divide the world of gods and men!” Galahad swung his red-handled sword.

"Protect the Great Lord of the High Heaven! Display your power here, and trample over malice! [Supreme Heaven Muramasa], be liberated!" Fujimaru Ritsuka raised her sword.

Then, a dim and mournful light engulfed the entire place, but was blocked halfway by a small, stubborn light. However, the torrent of light still forcefully pushed back the stubborn pebbles.

On the ground of the second level of the spirit tomb, a large, bright red cross appeared, almost occupying the entire open space.

"Hmph... So it's Michael's sword. You've escaped with your lives again. But I'm too lazy to bother with you anymore." Rikie Galahad looked at the group on the other side, who were covered in wounds, but even among the Chaldea team, who were the focus of attention, no one had died.

Galahad stopped speaking, sheathed his sword, and placed his hand on the first mark of the magic circle.

"She actually survived! Wait a minute!" Lisa exclaimed, planting the silver staff bearing the mark of the goddess Hecate in her hand into the ground and creating a barrier.

However, the spread of the ending seemed to be outpaced by Galahad's actions. In the next instant, everyone outside the Chaldea team only had time to utter a cry of surprise before being swept away by the sudden spatial turbulence.

"Even Gawain and Lancelot... no, Violet too! They've all been teleported away?!"

"Stop talking, Kasumigaoka Utaha, right? Come and lend a hand, stabilize the magic input. This brat has changed the world's laws on the second floor, but I've managed to maintain our stability now."

"Yes!"

Galahad sighed, "You guys are as resilient as cockroaches. Wouldn't it have been better if I had thrown you into the turbulent waters and let you play hide-and-seek with Gawain and Lancelot in the second-floor maze? You'd better stay here and struggle helplessly."

He ignored Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others, and instead grasped the illusory rune representing the first seal on the magic circle. Then, as if turning a page, he unveiled the first seal.

"Victory! Victory!" A thunderous shout, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, rang out and echoed endlessly.

The illusory crown and white bow appeared out of nowhere and disappeared into Galahad's body.

Without pausing, he unveiled three marks in one go, and an artifact formed from red, black, and gray descended from the sky and flew into the depths of the maze.

As he continued to break the seals, the open space on the second floor was engulfed in a vortex of infinite light. The indestructible walls, the solid ground, and even the deep red cross mark left on the earth all vanished into nothingness. Four illusory figures, each with six wings and covered in eyes, seemed to solidify. They resembled lions, calves, and eagles, while the last one had a handsome, androgynous face and constantly sang: "Holy, holy, holy, who was, who is, who is, who will be!"

"Lisa Lisa, hurry up and do something! My Muramasa is about to cry, everyone's completely out of control now!" Fujimaru Ritsuka hadn't expected this situation at all. To be honest, it's all because her teammates were calculating and each of them went up to feed the enemy, and the rescue ended up causing problems.

"Stop rambling, it'll be quick." Lisa Lisa didn't even look up, maintaining a stable spell in front of her and Shiyu. As for Kaiki Deishuu, the great magician, he didn't slack off either, immediately taking out his Noble Phantasm and using the Philosopher's Stone's pseudo-spiritual calculation function, sweating profusely as he calculated the solution.

Galahad paid them little attention; he continued the ritual.

With each seal he lifted, his movements became much heavier, and he even seemed to be struggling to move.

"Even after absorbing so much magic in a place as rich in magic as the Spirit Tomb, is it really that difficult to perform the Apocalypse ritual?" But he had no intention of giving up and continued to uncover the marks.