Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

"Charging towards the 3 o'clock direction will reveal an opening for attack!"

One precise, even almost predictive, instruction after another allowed the two to escape danger time and time again, and even to fight back against the dragon, making it constantly run for its life. After being hurt and furious, the dragon fell into a huge sense of resentment: Why can't we hit these two little guys!

Flying like butterflies, stinging like bees.

It wasn't that the two suddenly gained supernatural powers, or that Muhammad Ali possessed them, or that a hunter from the Capcom universe possessed them; rather, it was that a supercomputer was faithfully assisting them from behind.

When they were less than 200 meters away from the dragon, Yui stopped. She simply used her supernatural powers to give Abigail, who was rushing over from behind, a boost, and then stood still.

Thanks to her proximity to the battlefield, Yui Yuigahama was finally able to confront every detail of the dragon.

Having activated the [Blessing of Wisdom], she illuminated the battlefield with her beloved sword, placing everything within it and creating countless futures. Overlooking everything, she found one path to survival after another for her companions as they challenged the dragon.

(However, this state cannot last. Rather, if it continues like this, Yui will be unable to intervene in the upcoming battles.)

Fujimaru Ritsuka dodged the dragon's lunge once more, casually slicing a deep gash across its scaly head, nearly piercing the eye's lens. However, he noticed that even with the two dragon-slaying powers intertwined, the dragon's wound was still slowly healing.

Ignoring the dragon's painful roar, Fujimaru Ritsuka leaped into the air, using the dragon's painful swinging attack to retreat a few steps, and then caught sight of her approaching companions out of the corner of her eye.

At this moment, he was completely alone, neither behind nor beside him.

“I should definitely use the high-powered move when fighting you!” Fujimaru Ritsuka twisted the hilt of [Supreme Heaven Muramasa], and a golden-haired, six-winged seraphim holding a cross-shaped longsword and scales appeared behind him.

The dragon's fourteen eyes shrank simultaneously, and in an instant, it overloaded the magic power within its body.

"Fujimaru-kun, watch out! The target's magic power level has instantly jumped to its maximum!"

An urgent message came through the telepathic communication, but the dragon gave the other party no chance to react.

Even if it costs me a small portion of my magic power, I will kill him! He is my natural enemy, an opponent I am almost destined to defeat.

The red dragon's newly formed consciousness only had time to warn it of this fact, but driven by its survival instinct, it did not hesitate and exhausted all its strength like a wild beast struggling to survive.

It is said that the cheetah is the fastest animal in the world because it exhausts all its energy to hunt, and if it doesn't stop after running at full speed for a few dozen seconds, it will die from overheating.

The red dragon perfectly emulated this law, igniting the magic power within its body. The magic furnace roared, spewing out crimson breath like lava. The high temperature pierced through the air, heating it to an ionized state and transforming it into ionized magical flames that instantly turned the area in front of it into hell.

The terrifying attack ignited everything in its path. Even the supposedly blessed ground of the Demon Cave melted into a deep crater, and the surrounding rocks melted into a liquid. Wisps of steam rose from the ground from time to time, as if the earth had returned to that ancient and desolate creation hell, devoid of any life.

The dragon panted wearily, a sense of satisfaction rising within it—this strange and threatening little ant was doomed.

"Hey! You fell for it?"

142. You beast, she's not even a year old! (6K2)

A deep red cross unfolded in the crater filled with lava, and Fujimaru Ritsuka stood unharmed, though her eyes looked somewhat tired.

Even with the special attack buffs from the two dragon-slaying heroes, even with the enhancements from various buffs, and even with using [Eye of Karma] to avoid the strongest point of the red dragon's breath, Fujimaru Ritsuka still felt the [Supreme Heaven Muramasa] in his hand plummeting in power.

(Only 60% of its power remains? Is it really stronger than Galahad's Red-Hooded Sword?)

Fujimaru Ritsuka felt a chill run down her spine. Even if the Awakened One couldn't unleash the full power of a native Servant's Noble Phantasm, this red dragon's breath was still a bit too strong.

But this situation has finally been created!

The moment it was confirmed that Fujimaru Ritsuka was safe and sound, everyone sprang into action according to plan.

"We blocked it head-on! And the dragon's magic core is showing signs of overload!" Lisa Lisa used a magic-like eye technique to observe the flow of magic. She and Beki Mudshou exchanged a knowing glance and then simultaneously released their spells.

The anti-magic spell, designed to counter dragons, traversed the battlefield in one fell swoop and struck its opponent.

The dragon recovered from the shock of the little one easily dodging its deadly attack and looked at the inconspicuous gray mist on its scales with a puzzled expression.

What are these little things doing? Dyeing me? Gray, that awful color.

The next moment, Kasumigaoka Utaha told it what this annoying gray color was actually for.

"Lord Seimei directly transmits this, disrupt the magic, [spell (word)], seal!"

The spell, which should have been easily deflected by the heavy anti-magic power, broke through the scales that were only countered by the power of the dragon slaying, directly disrupting the flow of magic within its body. The red dragon roared wildly, clearly feeling that its speed of restoring its magic flow and gathering its breath had slowed down even further.

Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled: the moment they saw it, everyone realized that if this thing were allowed to unleash its magic without restraint, only a handful of them would escape unscathed. However, dragons are proud. Although it wanted to unleash its flames from the start, its careless and nonchalant attitude, along with its almost beast-like cunning, revealed enough weaknesses.

Faced with a deadly attack that threatened it, it futilely overloaded its own magical power, which would be its downfall. The chaotic state of its magical power allowed the magic-penetrating spells prepared by the great magicians to take effect, so now it's time for the show.

Amidst the frenzied attacks, thanks to Yui's masterful command, Abigail danced through the cataclysmic onslaught with agility befitting her petite frame. Then, her pale face met the gaze of a red dragon's still-erect head, and the eyes of human and dragon locked.

"Hmph, looking me straight in the eye now? Then come on. Let me see what your dream is. Fall, fall, into that deepest dream, and fall asleep surrounded by roses."

A fragrant, rose-like aroma permeated the fierce arena, resembling a battle between monsters. At the same time, everyone was alerted and completely ceased their attacks, refraining from retaliating against the red dragon while dodging.

And the red dragon, miraculously, slowed down its movements amidst the fragrant aroma.

The drowsy heat of summer swept over everyone, and even the slightest aftershocks made those who were prepared feel a bit weary.

The red dragon was in even worse shape. Its fourteen pairs of eyes, like bronze bells, blinked rapidly, but amidst the fragrant aroma, it grew slower and slower. Seven of its enormous heads fell to the ground one after another, and finally came to a standstill.

It fell asleep temporarily.

"As expected, you're a naughty kid who's dreaming too." Abigail put her hands on her hips smugly, feeling that the captain's words were true.

During the tactical discussion phase, Fujimaru Ritsuka insisted that Abigail's [Rose Sleep] would have a miraculous effect. Although no one said it aloud, they all found it hard to believe.

For such a terrifying being, mental resistance couldn't possibly be that low. Even if a Servant used this hypnotic skill, it shouldn't be effective. But Fujimaru Ritsuka's gamble paid off.

"What bet? I already had information on this." Fujimaru Ritsuka laughed heartily.

In the dream, Senji Muramasa and Dantès casually mentioned that the King of Victory was in a half-awake state, which gave Fujimaru Ritsuka this idea—Abigail is one of the great experts in manipulating dreams, and the Red Dragon, which is probably a creation in a shallow sleep, is very likely to be restrained by Abigail. In addition, the great magicians have temporarily broken through the magic resistance, so the probability of success is close to 1000%.

"It's time for the big guys to step down."

Almost simultaneously, everyone spoke in unison through telepathy and then began preparations.

Yui Yuigahama once again used the Mirror Image to illuminate the location of the Red Dragon. Through constant high-speed calculations, she gradually reached a future where she could glimpse the Red Dragon's weaknesses.

Yukino Yukinoshita began to gather magical power, and wherever her feet touched, the solid ground turned from soil into fluid. The lake where the swans danced began to erode this underground demonic abyss, constantly revolving around the space where the colossal creature slept.

The merciful saintess, wielding the iron cross staff, had shed her shackles and revealed her sacred gauntlets. She hopped left and right in place, adjusting her mind and body. The fluctuations of her physical body converged with the fluctuations of her heart, soul, and spirit, and at that moment of overlap, a thousand strikes of complete divine power would inevitably be unleashed.

But they were all waiting, waiting for the message Abby was about to send.

Abigail counted down softly in her telepathic communication, her eyes growing brighter and brighter, as if she could sense the moment the red dragon awoke.

"Dreams are incubated in the cradle of reality, and are also the cradle of truth that gives birth to reality. I am Adeptus, the boundary between dreams and reality. Poor young spirit, as you return, let me give you a good gift."

"Behold, this is the figure of my father, the majestic figure facing the end of time and space, the one to whom all things unite! I'A, I'A!"

The keyhole-like opening on Abigail's forehead stirred. Part of the blackness slowly faded, as if an unknown entity had gently lifted its eyelids. Purple eyes peered in from the other side of the nameless realm, and a purple light pierced the boundary between reality and fantasy. A frenzied aura, enough to be called a mental shock, spread rapidly as if it were real, and then, like a predator, it devoured the red dragon that had just awakened from its dream.

The spiritual body and the physical vessel had not yet fully agreed. The red dragon, in a state between waking and unconsciousness, emitted a mournful sound like a puppy whimpering; it had completely frozen in place.

"The magic penetration state can only be maintained for a maximum of 30 meters. I can clearly sense that the fluctuations of the spell are about to disappear! It's up to you now!"

The telepathic communication from the great magicians at the rear brought knowing smiles to the faces of those on the front lines: this behemoth was no longer needed.

because...

"Capture and analysis successful! Shatter the ten crowns! Then penetrate the core of the red dragon, and this dragon can be defeated!" Yui collapsed in despair, and was quickly taken to the back by the magicians to replenish her strength.

Yukino smiled smugly: "It seems I'll have to claim the credit for the vanguard charge. General Yukino, advance!"

After indulging her playful side a little, Yukino decided not to waste any more of the precious time that her comrades had bought for her.

It kept circling around the red dragon, whose territory had been taken over by the joyful power of the alterego.

"Let me draw back the curtain for the death of the red dragon. Crushing the mythical dragon is so exhilarating... Hehehehehehehe!"

The morning star shines.

Within the deep, azure waters, matter and spirit subtly entered a semi-melted state, existing between non-existence and existence. Even the ever-burning, unseen light of the Demon Cave was absorbed by this realm. In this pitch-black world, only the faint, eerie glow spontaneously reflected by the water emanated from it.

At that moment, the morning star fell from the sky and transformed into Venus, who danced in the mortal world.

The dancer on Swan Lake began a magnificent yet deadly dance, seemingly dancing alongside the red dragon. Her steel sword feet easily pierced the dragon's tough scales, leaving deep marks on the crown forged by evil.

A wind began to rise, the lake water flowed, and the surging fluids, like a tsunami, stirred up huge columns of water, carrying both the red dragon and Yukino into the air. The water moved as tightly as lovers, yet violently over the red dragon, and all that could be seen was the bright morning star moving freely across its body, transforming into a starry night as dazzling as Van Gogh's Starry Night.

Through constant piercing and slashing, the red dragon has slowly regained control of its body. It roars incessantly, trying to break free from the comfort of the fluid, but all its efforts are in vain.

"Hehehehehehehehehe, useless, useless, useless! How can the hard and strong possibly break through the soft and melting! Those who are in the way, stop struggling so pathetically! This is the five-stringed biwa, the pillar that devours all happiness. Vanish—[Benzaiten Five-Stringed Biwa]!"

Within the fluid that melts everything, Yukino Yukinoshita relentlessly engulfs the mythical dragon formed from magic, constantly slicing and devouring parts of it. In a daze, she experiences something. It's the feeling of devouring everything, melting everything—matter, spirit, civilization—all turned into nourishment. In her final, annihilating thrust, she transforms into an arrow, piercing through all the crowns in an instant.

"Crack."

In her final strike, Yukino Yukinoshita ignored the doomed crown; she was now in a state of extreme pleasure.

The feeling of shattering the Crown of Ten gave her an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, even within her Spirit Origin. And in that act of cutting and devouring magical power, she grasped the true essence of the [Fluid Virus].

If Fujimaru Ritsuka knew this, she would definitely nod and clap her hands in admiration: "As expected of a filial daughter, beating up the prototype of her mother's ability is enough to master a bug skill that is difficult to control with a human body."

However, he had no time to pay attention to Yukino, because she seemed to have plenty of energy when she landed, so she was probably fine. Therefore, what he needed to do at the moment was to continue giving instructions: "Hiratsuka-sensei!"

"No need for you to say it! It's Takizawa Laura!"

Her voice was so loud that Lisa couldn't help but slap herself hard across the face: "Araki, I'm going to kill you when we get back!"

Shizuka Hiratsuka was unaware that she had brought misfortune upon her favorite manga artist; she was completely excited.

The inheritance from Jacob's brother made her fists more excited than ever before, even a hundred times hotter than when she faced Galahad.

At that moment, she finally understood what that subtle pressure was.

The red dragon falling from the sky in front of her, with its rich divine and dragon-like aura mixed with dragon-like factors shaped by the biblical system, truly brought her to the highest level of excitement.

She couldn't hold back any longer; before Tarax could even move, she lifted him up.

Tarax stared blankly at the mistress below with wide, puzzled eyes: What is the boss spouting now?!

“wryyyyyyyy!”

The Leviathan Dragon Prince, which should have taken flight, was lifted up by Hiratsuka Shizuka in a ferocious manner and chased and crushed the falling red dragon's body like a steamroller. Under her monstrous manipulation, the shield scales turned into spinning blades, constantly cutting through the red dragon's protective surface, eliciting cries of agony.

But Hiratsuka Shizuka did not stop at all; devoid of blood and tears, she displayed a state akin to a battle maniac.

"Hahahaha! You have nowhere to run! You heinous dragon, take my punch! Ora ora ora ora ora!"

With fists gleaming like starlight, she pounded the red dragon with the ferocity of a heavy artillery barrage. Amidst the dragon's mournful roar, Hiratsuka Shizuka couldn't even count how many punches she had thrown. She only knew that with each punch, new power surged forth, just like when she faced Lord Jacob, the Angel of Destruction. She only remembered throwing punches with all her might, breaking through all obstacles.

"Iron Fist Judgment!"

At the peak of all the power, Hiratsuka Shizuka unleashed her final punch without hesitation. Like a punch imbued with divine power, it pierced through half of the red dragon's tens-of-meters-thick body, the violent explosion sending Shizuka flying from the scene.

She rolled on the ground a few times, but nonchalantly gave a thumbs-up, handing the baton to her teammates: "Just one more breath! Go for it!"

It was so close, but don't panic, I still have teammates!