Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

This brilliance has its flaws!

His golden eyes, reflecting everything, had spotted the turning point amidst the constant clashes and probing, and seized the opportunity the instant the Noble Phantasm attacked.

Goodbye, my old friend [Twilight Muramasa].

In the instant that Ritsuka was distracted, Fujimaru Ritsuka gripped the demon sword that had slain the Demon King of Hell in his free hand. He exhausted all his magical power, and even though the output made him feel as if his flesh was being scorched, Fujimaru Ritsuka still swung the sword without hesitation.

"[Test Slash]!"

Li Jiang was stunned. He was about to meet the attack when he realized that the distance of his sword swing was not enough to get close to him. But the blow that shattered his soul and broke the blade seemed to have truly and tangibly struck [something].

Like the sound of a mirror shattering, Lijiang saw a tiny crack appear in the radiance before him in a bizarre way.

A strong warning in his heart told him that he could not let Fujimaru Ritsuka do as he pleased. He once again drew his red-hilted sword, even if it was an incomplete release of his Noble Phantasm, he would try to block Fujimaru Ritsuka's actions.

However, his body stiffened again and he almost lost his balance.

Out of the corner of his eye, he was surprised to see that the Outer God witch, who possessed the power of reverse Kabbalah, was futilely and relentlessly attacking him with Outer God artifacts. Even though her pale body was constantly being wounded by the counterattacks of King David's sword, she did not stop attacking.

(Oh no, did the counter-attack and automatic counter-attack between the Kabbalah Tree and the Reverse Kabbalah Tree cause me to pause just before charging my attack?)

Lijiang Galahad's eyes widened. When his King David Sword retaliated, it also required the flow of magic to drive the holy sword to exert its power. If he could control it intentionally, there might not be this problem. However, these counterattacks caused him to react a finger's breadth slower.

What can be done in the blink of an eye?

The lover's heartfelt call only managed to utter the first syllable; the night-blooming cereus, in full bloom, didn't even manage to open a single petal; the snowball hit the face, and the lover only just felt the cold and sorrow.

Fujimaru Ritsuka had already drawn her sword, burning all the magic power in her body to unleash the power of the Supreme Heaven Muramasa once again, and then swung her sword along the gap where the light was.

The unrestrained flames did not burst in all directions, but instead tore through the gaps in the light, crushing and devouring the nearly identical forces, and then transforming into a cross of flames towering on the earth.

The fiery strike did not hit Lijiang, but it dimmed the sword of King David in his hand, and even its radiance seemed to crumble. At this moment, the release of the God of War's sword and the Heavenly Ghost Rain had also disappeared.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was panting heavily, his magical energy completely depleted. He looked as if he were about to collapse, and even a farmer with a pitchfork could take his head. But Ritsuka only gave a bitter smile—after their recent exchanges, he knew the boy well enough to know that he would never be unprepared for a moment like this.

"Hahaha, finally it's my turn! Ahem, Lord Jacob, Lord Moses... please forgive me. Martha is about to unleash her fists..."

A flash of iron fist shatters steel.

A single blow from a steel fist pierces through a giant dragon.

Hiratsuka Shizuka had already leaped high into the air. The iron cross in her hand had been stuck in place when Fujimaru Ritsuka made her first strike, and she used it as a tool for jumping.

She stared down like an eagle, her saintly attire shattering into pieces the next moment as magic erupted.

"Hey, Abby, don't watch your weird sister undress right now. Go to sleep. You're amazing." Yui covered Abby's eyes and then offered her a lap pillow, letting the stigma-covered Abby obediently lie down.

"Lord, please close your eyes for now!"

[Jacob's Brothers] activated!

With her magic surging, Hiratsuka Shizuka completely disregarded her unseemly appearance. Her eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit, determined to unleash her combative nature on this good-for-nothing junior and teach him a lesson through love.

"O sorrowful dragon who knows no love, now... like a shooting star! — 'Raging sorrowful dragon'! Hey! You have nowhere to escape! — Iron Fist Saint Judgment!"

Then, in the next moment, the light was pierced.

138. Do you really think you're the savior? (5K3 subscription request)

A deep roar resounded, and from the empty air, a terrifying dragon beast emerged.

It has four jet-black dragon horns, one pair pointing forward and the other pair sweeping backward. Its turtle-like body is covered with overlapping, raised, shield-like scales, and its thick limbs have huge claws and teeth. It also has a long, snake-like tail on its stomach.

It was Tarasque, the sorrowful dragon who once knew nothing of love, the son of Leviathan.

Emerging from legend, the demonic dragon composed of spiritual particles only had time to utter a few low murmurs before transforming into a massive, spinning, thrusting road roller, firmly suppressing the spiritual light surrounding Lijiang.

The enormous black shadow overhead was larger than a road roller, its scales constantly colliding and rubbing against the radiance, rendering even the perfect knight unable to move—the shattered radiance could no longer completely defend against the Noble Phantasm sublimated from the legend of the Heroic Spirit in a conceptual way, and now it was merely using magic power to passively consume it, a contest of quantity.

Then, Hiratsuka Shizuka threw a punch. The chaotic storm of fists passed through Tarasque's body, and what was transmitted was not a direct strike of force, but a more mysterious and indirect attack.

The sacred gauntlets house the full spirit and divinity of both humans and their followers. The techniques passed down from Jacob are a sacred secret passed down to those who could even slay the Destruction Angel commanding twelve thousand celestial armies. Furthermore, the fluctuations constantly transmitted through Tarasque subtly infiltrate and attack the shattered radiance of King David's Sword.

"Oh la oh la oh la oh la oh la oh la oh la!"

The frenzied fluctuations relentlessly assaulted the radiance, and the knight sensed that his seemingly limitless magical power was completely unable to keep up with the rate of attack...

Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes widened. In his [Eye of Karma] observation, the seemingly perfect and flawless brilliance was now broken like a piece of porcelain covered in cracks.

However, after catching his breath and regaining his strength, he began to ponder – how should I escape?

"Commander, come out quickly!" He heard Abigail calling to him anxiously. He turned around and saw a dark tentacle waiting for him just inches away from the radiance.

Without thinking too much, he mustered his remaining strength and leaped out, grabbing the slippery tentacle. He was then quickly pulled away into the distance, but still suffered a minor injury from the aftershocks of the fiercely attacking woman above him.

After scrolling through almost two pages, Hiratsuka Shizuka saw that Fujimaru Ritsuka had been rescued. Without further delay, she unleashed all her magic power and delivered a decisive punch: "Take my Personality Correction Fist! Iron! Fist! Judgment!"

The light came on.

The divine power, powerful enough to annihilate even the holy and causing even angels to avoid it, mingled with the evil spiritual energy from the descendants of original sin, ultimately transforming into a massive explosion. Amidst the rumbling sound, even the sound of the radiance shattering seemed insignificant. The violent impact instantly engulfed the paladin; he gave a wry smile before being blasted away by the immense force of the collision.

"Phew, finally I can have a proper fight, that was exhilarating. It's been so long since I've hit such a hard punching bag." Hiratsuka Shizuka landed, happily patted her gauntlets, and jumped around a few times, looking like she hadn't had enough.

Hey lady, do you know how much skin you're showing right now? Jumping around like that is making people dizzy.

Fujimaru Ritsuka relaxed a little. The plan was going smoothly, which made him very happy. He needed to destroy the first homemade weapon, but at least he had left himself a chance to use his trump card. He didn't need to destroy the second weapon himself.

However, at this moment, he waved his hand, and Yukino Yukinoshita and Yui Yuigahama nodded. One of them quickly ran to the front of the magic circle to defend, while Yukino flew directly to Tatee's side and mercilessly pierced his limbs with her sword foot. Seeing that he had no signs of resistance, she picked him up.

"Cough cough... Is it really necessary to torture me like this? Why be so cautious at a time like this?"

Lijiang's long, pale hair was stained with blood as she complained helplessly, her armor already tattered.

With the help of Abi and Yakumo Tsukamoto, Fujimaru Ritsuka approached him and said without any mercy, "To be honest, the only reason I didn't cut you down is because there's still some value left to extract from you as a terrorist."

"How about we cut him into a human stick? He still has the strength to speak, which means he's not seriously injured yet."

"...No, the medical conditions are not good enough right now. The three magicians over there have collapsed, and there is no sufficient medical guarantee statement available."

"I never expected you to hate me so much with that pause..." Li Jiang was surrounded, and he looked at the people around him, shaking his head helplessly.

"Enough with the nonsense, why do you want to do this?" Hiratsuka Shizuka cracked her knuckles, her face full of anger.

The general attitude of everyone present is roughly the same.

According to the deductions of great magicians like Lisa Lisa and Beki Deishuu, who are knowledgeable about the situation and have obtained inside information from Fujimaru Ritsuka, the ritual performed by this apocalyptic magic circle could indeed possibly recreate some of the power of the [Last Judgment] described in the Bible.

Directly judging everyone in the world, let alone causing one-third of the casualties, even if it only gives one-fifth of your close friends and family a chance of dying, would be extremely terrifying and could cause social unrest.

What's most infuriating is that this guy actually thinks he's saving the world.

"Yes, I am indeed saving the world." Galahad, who had fallen into a crushing defeat, showed no remorse and simply looked at the group of people who had defeated him.

"You still dare to talk!"

"Hiratsuka-sama, wait a minute, let him finish." Fujimaru Ritsuka stopped the angry Hiratsuka Shizuka, waiting for Tachie Galahad's reply.

Instead of answering directly, he brought up something unrelated: "Do you know... how many people are needed to maintain the normal operation of modern human society and the development of civilization?"

Before they could answer, Li Jiang answered his own question: "2500 million people are enough. Not only will genetic diversity not be damaged, but civilization will also continue to develop in the future."

His cold, calculating attitude of treating the human population as weights on a scale actually did not further enrage everyone.

Whether it was Fujimaru Ritsuka, Hiratsuka Shizuka, or even Abigail, who didn't quite understand what he was saying, they no longer looked at him with the same eyes they had for humans.

But Lijiang didn't care and continued talking to himself: "However, there are more than 60 million people on Earth, and too many of them are burdened with sins, threatening the humans who live with them. What's wrong with them dying, or even more of them dying?"

"You are not God, you have no right to judge others." Hiratsuka Shizuka gave him the look of someone looking at a heretic—after all, no matter how you look at it, Comrade Tachie Galahad was conducting the ceremony in the manner of a fake Divine Child Messiah. Besides committing grave sins in the secular sense, he was also an insanely blasphemous blasphemer.

“Even God has no right.” Fujimaru Ritsuka casually retorted to Hiratsuka Shizuka, then looked at Tachie with a subtle gaze. “No matter how I look at you, you don’t seem like a rational madman at all. You wouldn’t have sided with some kind of extreme environmentalist, would you?”

"Hmm, does Gaia count?"

“?”XN

Even the magicians who were eavesdropping nearby were shocked, which made Tachie laugh: "Actually, we don't have the one from the Heroic Spirit's memories here, but it's pretty close."

“Fujimaru Ritsuka, I feel you should know something, right? About the Demon Cave being the essence of the World Dream.” He looked meaningfully at Fujimaru Ritsuka, the only one whose expression did not change.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's face fell. He knew that Tachie was just trying to trick him, but he still readily admitted, "That's right."

"What?!" Even Lisa Lisa and Beki Deishuu, who had some suspicions, exclaimed in surprise along with everyone else.

Li Jiang was a little surprised that he admitted it so readily and didn't care about his situation. Instead, he became very interested: "Then you should also know that the reason why the one below the third floor transformed into the Great Red Dragon is not because I have such great supernatural powers."

"The world dreamt about the Great Red Dragon because the subconscious of all beings harbored such thoughts, wanting to burn away the sins of the old era. But I have a different idea. Rather than wanting to destroy the world, I want to give it a push, to bring the Book of Revelation back to life. Then I'll sacrifice those who are sinful and do not meet the standards for passing the Last Judgment, turning them into perfect beings. In this way, the world will be filled with new humans, who can then face the trials of the future."

Although he didn't explain in great detail, everyone understood what he wanted to do.

The Book of Revelation will be propelled, followed by the Last Judgment. After the heavens and fire descend, the world will be cleansed, and those who survive will gain the qualification to enter Heaven—a different kind of divinity—through the mythical ritual. All survivors will become religiously innocent, or rather, completed beings possessing divinity.

"What is this... completion...? This is insane." Lisa refused to believe this crazy idea, but she vaguely understood that it was feasible. But how could it be done?

"You possess the Holy Grail and the Spear of Longinus, right?" Fujimaru Ritsuka pondered for a moment before abruptly asking.

Lijiang readily admitted, "Of course. How could someone like me, who hasn't received a standard education, possibly do such a thing? It's all thanks to Galahad's power. With the support of the world's will, the Holy Grail extracted my relatively qualified Spirit Origin, automatically twisted it into a magic circle, and reshaped a related Spirit Origin, thus saving my life. The Spear of Longinus was destroyed, and the blood of the divine child was extracted, giving me the qualification to initiate the ritual."

"That's why you won't have your magic circle connection broken by [All-Powerful Shield], because your spirit origin was created by the Holy Grail. The true all-powerful cauldron, so powerful."

Everyone present finally understood the whole story, but one question remained unanswered.

"What is... the test of the future?" Fujimaru Ritsuka stared at him, very concerned about the information he had previously revealed.

"What is it... I can't really say. After all, it's just a premonition." Lijiang wanted to pat his head, but his arm with a hole in it couldn't support his movement, so he could only sigh and say, "I just have a feeling that that guy is related to modern society. And the more humans there are, the more powerful he becomes. Whether it's pushing forward the Book of Revelation or the appearance of the Great Red Dragon, it might weaken that guy, or even postpone his appearance."

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked deeply into Tachie's eyes, but found no superfluous emotions in his calm gaze.

Even after being defeated and having his limbs temporarily crippled, he felt no sense of defeat, only lamenting that his plan had not been implemented.

This guy really doesn't have much of a human feel to him; he's more like some kind of machine operating to achieve a plan.

"Knock him out, then seal him away." Fujimaru Ritsuka made the decision without hesitation. The unconscious paladin was then bound tightly with various spells, put into strange devices, and then stuffed into the pocket space of the great magicians.

As the magicians, who had regained some of their magic power, began to get busy, Fujimaru Ritsuka kept issuing orders: "The lost team over there hasn't returned yet. It seems they're being held up by Lancelot and Gawain. Do you have any way to contact them?"

"Communications aren't blocked. This ritual site is still shrouded in light. If the magic circle isn't broken, we can only wait for them to defeat their opponents and break back, or wait for the ritual magic circle to stop on its own because it can't proceed." Yukino, after fiddling with the communication devices like the others, came to this conclusion with regret.

"Tsk, troublesome. Keep an eye on the ceremony. If there are any changes, drag Lijiang out and behead him immediately."

"If we don't cut it down now... do you really believe what that guy said? Even if there really are monsters like the Great Red Dragon, can they really withstand those terrifying modern weapons?" Yukino recalled Tachie Galahad's invincible defense, and the more she spoke, the more uneasy she felt.

But Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded in agreement: "To be honest, I think the Great Red Dragon would also have a hard time with the variety of modern weapons. Take Tachie for example, from my observation, even if he can barely withstand thermobaric weapons, he will completely collapse under attacks such as space-based weapons."

"The same goes for the Great Red Dragon; its upper limit shouldn't exceed a nuclear attack that could wipe out the entire surface. But the problem is, what should we do about the other conceptual attacks that come with the ritual before we actually defeat it?"

He smiled, as if he had grasped something: "Theoretically, if the Great Red Dragon appears and is defeated, the ritual should be considered over—so in that guy's prediction, there shouldn't really be only two or three billion people left in this tragic situation. But that's beside the point. We should rest well and then go explore the problems on the next level."