Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

Fujimaru Ritsuka sat on the ground, bandaging her wounds while praying that the people over there would finish quickly.

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Outside the ceremony venue, a group of people were still engaged in a life-or-death struggle.

"Damn it! Squad A, be careful! The Gawain Knight over here has disappeared. I repeat, he's disappeared!"

The B team leader made an urgent call through the communication device, and then finally breathed a sigh of relief.

We finally defeated him, but when will he appear again?

The squad leader looked at his teammates with unease. Three of the ten-man squad members had already been seriously injured in the sudden attack and were now barely clinging to life. The remaining seven, including himself, also had various minor injuries.

"Don't worry, I can still sense if he attacks." The blonde girl awkwardly reassured the squad leader, leaving the middle-aged man with mixed feelings.

During the previous ceremony, the Galahad knight completely teleported his entourage out, scattering them throughout the labyrinthine Vein Corridor.

Although their own squad managed to regroup intact thanks to communication tools and other means of contact, the other four squads were ambushed by the two knights.

They lost their sense of clarity as they had at the base and were once again completely under control. In addition to being able to perform limited spatial transfers within the maze, they also gained different abilities.

Lancelot was enveloped in a crimson glow, capable of driving those around him into a frenzy during combat. If the fight dragged on for too long, the superhumans would gradually lose their composure, even showing signs of turning on each other. Team C suffered over half its casualties as a result; even though they initially had the upper hand, their superior martial arts skills led them into a prolonged and advantageous battle, ultimately resulting in their complete collapse.

Gawain's pristine white armor was covered in black thorns, which could absorb the physical and magical energy of his enemies during battle, leaving them powerless.

That's why, even though their overall combat strength was superior, their own team still lost the chance of winning in the attack.

Fortunately, Violet, who was nearby, rushed over and successfully repelled the opponent.

But the white glow emanating from her seemed somewhat familiar.

“They are the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.” Violet noticed what the squad leader was wondering and spoke up.

But this one sentence almost made everyone in Squad B pick up their weapons. It was only after the squad leader reassured everyone that they calmed down and took the initiative to ask, "Lady Violet, what does this mean?"

Violet casually patted her silver-white prosthetic leg and said calmly, "Lancelot is [War], possessing the ability to incite conflict and strip away minds. Gawain is [Famine], able to continuously drain everyone's life-sustaining elements. And I am [Death], able to see the aura of death and guide it to happen. But unfortunately, because my spirit origin aura is insufficient, the power I actually receive is far less than theirs."

The squad leader listened attentively to Violet's explanation. When he learned that Violet was the Grey Knight of Death, he showed a look of joy, and then lowered his head in annoyance.

Violet couldn't decipher the man's subtle expression and continued, "...But because of this, I'm able to track the aura of death. So whether it's their use of spatial teleportation or the situation your team is currently facing, it can all be categorized as death-related information, and therefore we can track these things."

The squad leader immediately fell silent. What's so classy about guiding death? The whole map is the real deal!

He nodded and bowed obsequiously: "Then I'll leave it to you, Lady Violet. We'll set off immediately to support the others."

"Yes, we still need to hurry. Galahad is no pushover." Violet looked into the distance, towards the location of the ceremony.

An hour later, Gawain and Lancelot were defeated. Led by Violet, the remaining party members rushed into the ritual site with a sense of desolation and determination, only to find the Chaldea members chatting.

139, inventory, then fast forward to Everyone Has Skills to Practice (6K4)

What terrifying things would happen if the gorilla Knights of the Round Table, who were already a mix of ruggedness and flamboyance, were given the ability to interfere with minds and control the field?

Violet didn't want to recall it anymore, and couldn't even believe she had actually defeated those two terrifying individuals. The support team had also suffered heavy losses, with more than half its members missing. If anything was keeping them going as they dragged their weary bodies back to the ritual site, it was only their sense of responsibility and their worry for their loved ones on the ground.

Now, whether we retreat or resist, we will die. Why not rebel against him?

Then Violet and a group of support members who were already half-crippled were questioning their existence.

Is that how it ends?

"Ah, raise your hand, hmm, this cut is quite long. Here, drink this potion."

"Um, thank you..." Violet swallowed the potion bottle in one gulp, then watched Lisa Lisa bandage her up, and couldn't help but ask, "Speaking of which, didn't Galahad use any troublesome powers? The powers of the Four Riders of the Apocalypse are still giving us a headache..."

Before setting off, Violet remained silent and played the role of a quiet observer, but she still listened to the tactical arrangements made by Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others.

Theoretically, this was a relatively good outcome they had envisioned. However, the amplification of power bestowed upon Lancelot and Gawain was considerable, coupled with their miraculous random spatial exile, which resulted in heavy casualties for the reinforcement team.

"Hmm, indeed, there are indeed some doubts about that. Hey you, take out Galahad from your virtual pocket and ask him."

“Sister Lisa Lisa, my name is Bei Mu Nishu…” Bei Mu Nishu sighed and took out a large container, as tall as a person, from his personal imaginary space. It looked like a Western-style coffin.

He removed the top of the coffin, revealing Galahad's head, which was tightly wrapped in various fabrics.

Noticing the horrified looks on the faces of the onlookers, Kaiki Deishuu casually defended himself: "Isn't this kid a fan of cosplaying as a god? So the sealing method I used was pretty accurate, I just used the shroud form to seal him."

Violet hesitated, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back. This was clearly satisfying your twisted sense of humor, wasn't it? Watching your former colleague being bandaged up like a mummy, you have to admit that magicians are all a bit perverted after all.

Bemunishu casually loosened the cloth covering Galahad's mouth, allowing him to make a sound, and then asked him a question, receiving a strange answer in return.

"No, I did use it. I activated the power before the war even started. It can guide the holder to a possible victory, but it seems the outcome isn't going to be favorable for me." The mid-game boss, Tachie, spoke with a listless tone.

Fujimaru Ritsuka blinked and leaned closer with a gossipy look: "You're not a little off-target when it comes to wishing for victory, are you?"

"Indeed... what I promised was that humanity would achieve a better outcome... After all, as a non-professional magician, I have no idea what the result of this ritual would be. Therefore, the direction of victory is placed on a greater wish."

Got it. It's like you think you're invincible, bro, wielding the Sword of King David, which has ties to the Tree of Life, and the Sword of Annihilation, which is said to be able to destroy nations and kill gods. You think you're invincible on both offense and defense, and you even have a magic circle supplying you with magic power. It's like a dragon charging right into your face, you don't know how you can lose.

However, the outcome of the ritual array is uncertain, so they casually used this useless power in the future, right?

Fujimaru Ritsuka's expression was extremely strange, and she was starting to wonder if this guy was related to the "dropping chain" family by blood.

"Overconfidence ruined you." Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed, then slammed the coffin lid shut with a bang and instructed Kaiki Deishuu, "Screw the coffin lid tighter, so he doesn't have a chance to get out."

"Yoshi, don't worry." Bei Mu Nishu rubbed his hands together, took out several nails from his pocket that he claimed were left by Christian saints. They were genuine and extremely sturdy.

Once again, Lijiang Galahad felt his light disappear and return to the sealed container. He smiled knowingly, seemingly unconcerned.

"Heh heh, as expected of you, the one I entrusted my spirit foundation to. Still so hypocritical. Isn't this just a form of insurance?"

"Well, if that's what you say, I won't deny it. If they can really defeat me, having another invincible White Knight's power will only increase the probability of a lose-lose situation. It's good to have some backup plans. I really want to see the dumbfounded expressions on those guys' faces, but I guess I won't be able to see it."

Lijiang didn't talk to the lingering thoughts in his heart for long before falling into a complete standstill. His last thought was just a simple blessing: Good luck! Don't lose to that reckless guy when it comes to the competition for the [seat].

Fujimaru Ritsuka watched as he was thrown into the Imaginary Pocket Space once again, sensing that this guy was hiding something, but she didn't pay any attention to it.

Even if he did use the power of the Victorious White Knight, the Command Seals on the back of Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand, which could play a crucial role at critical moments, were not just for show.

Of course, it would be best to save your trump cards before facing the next high-ranking opponent. The key now is the status of the ritual array over there.

Fujimaru Ritsuka took a deep breath and looked at the magic circle over there.

Pulling Galahad out of there wasn't so much a pointless demand for an answer—after all, the battle was over, and the details weren't that important—but it was necessary to try this in order for the magicians to study the state of the magic circle.

In fact, it works.

Before Violet and the others even arrived, the scales representing Gawain and the sword representing Lancelot on the ritual circle had already dimmed. And as Galahad entered and exited, the bow and arrow mark representing the White Knight began to flicker.

The method of weakening this guy and then sealing him away layer by layer actually worked!

But it seems like we're still missing one spark.

Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced at the still-glowing green scythe, then turned her gaze toward Violet with ill intent.

In those innocent sapphire eyes, there was a hint of confusion, full of bewilderment—why were several people, including Mr. Fujimaru, staring at me?

Then she was coaxed and tricked into being wrapped in shrouds and stuffed into a coffin.

"Don't worry, since your injury is quite serious, you should go inside and rest for a while." Lisa smiled kindly at her, then personally covered her eyes with the Shroud of Relic and closed the lid.

That seems to make sense. Wait, aren't there a few patients over there who are even more seriously injured than me?

Violet obediently lay down, only realizing something was wrong after a while, but since she had nothing else to do, she decided to take a nap first.

The team members she rescued felt a little guilty, thinking it was really wrong to see their savior being deceived like this.

So they chose to turn away and not look at this cruel side.

After all, they're not stupid. They don't really want to hurt Violet anyway, so they just want to get it over with as soon as possible.

"Hmm, it really works."

Even laymen who aren't professional magicians can see this.

The four marks representing the Knights of the Apocalypse on the magic circle all changed.

The symbols that formed the four corners of the magic array began to become unstable. The scales representing [famine] and the swords representing [war] lost their support and began to crumble inch by inch. The white bow representing [conquest] and the scythe representing [death] also flickered and began to fade into nothingness.

The magic circle began to slowly disappear, and the ritual site, which had transformed into a lake of light, was created. Just as a flood receded, the light slowly faded, revealing the solid yet desolate ground of the spirit tomb Albion.

The immense magical power evaporated, and yellow specks of light emerged, slowly floating upwards. After touching the dome, which was so high that it was impossible to look directly at it, they disappeared into it.

In an instant, the second level, which had always been dark and deep, was illuminated by the light emitted from the evaporation of magic, allowing everyone to see the full view of this deep cave.

Some mana even condensed into tiny, fairy-like creatures, which mischievously danced around the crowd before melting away into the world with carefree smiles.

"I never imagined that something as legendary as fairies being born in places with abundant mana would actually happen in our world," Lisa Lisa, who inherited the memories of the Great Witch of the Age of Gods, sighed with satisfaction and nostalgia.

Indeed, it is a rare and beautiful sight, one that we may never see again.

Beki Mudsho nodded, his expression strange: "It's truly a rare sight. But what intrigues me even more is that Sir Galahad seems to have a backup plan. When the magic circle collapsed, it disappeared so gently. You know, such a massive amount of magic power, if it really created an explosive storm, would be no less powerful than a real ground-cleansing weapon."

"If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die content in the evening. I never expected that we would see such a wonderful thing after taking the risk to stay and watch. We really made a profit this time." Lisa Lisa looked very satisfied.

But what the two great magicians said startled the onlookers.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's mouth tasted bitter. She awkwardly touched her throat and said weakly, "If there's a possibility of it exploding, couldn't you have notified us in advance?"

"Ah...I forgot" x3

That's a shameless excuse. You guys just think that the [Supreme Heaven Muramasa] in my hand can protect everyone after liberation, right? Only Kasumigaoka Utaha over there might be telling the truth, after all, her level of jutsu is so bad.

Fujimaru Ritsuka subtly belittled her own incompetent magician, but seeing her elated expression, she began to doubt her own judgment.

Is this guy also colluding with me to act against me?

Fujimaru Ritsuka jotted down another debt in her little notebook, then stopped dwelling on it. She'd deal with them properly later and extort some good stuff from them. For now, she should keep an eye on the changes in the magic circle.

As the magic gradually evaporated, Fujimaru Ritsuka opened his [Eye of Karma] to observe the entire process. Most of the magic gathered by the magic circle did indeed return to the spirit tomb Albion, but what made him slightly uneasy was that a considerable amount of magic was also flowing downwards.

With a slight twitch of her lips, Fujimaru Ritsuka understood that whether it was a blessing or a curse, she couldn't avoid it. She still had to go to the third floor, but before that, there was still a chance of something falling.

Where the magic circle disappeared, an invisible object filled with light floated in the air.

Its shape is difficult to discern because its body is transparent and colorless, but when viewed from there, one can see that things appear slightly distorted around it, as if viewed through a layer of something. At its edges, countless rays of light, like flames spewed from a solar corona, resemble the rays of the sun emanating from a bronze statue.

“This thing…” Fujimaru Ritsuka felt a strong sense of déjà vu, but she couldn’t quite place it.

The radiance it emits resembles a so-called crystallization of heritage, but judging from its appearance, it is definitely not such a simple thing.

On it, Fujimaru Ritsuka could feel a vast pulse, like a magnificent crystallization of human history, filled with an immaculate and unwavering will.

"This is!" Lisa Lisa and Bemuk Nishu exclaimed in surprise.

Fujimaru Ritsuka turned to look, and they all held their breath, their expressions like those of a seasoned thief who had seen a rare treasure, a glutton who had stumbled upon a superb ingredient, or a lecherous fiend who had encountered a superb electric motor.