Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

Violet barely recovered from the weakness after unleashing her Noble Phantasm. Using only the brief burst of power from her Holy Sword, her Silver Arm shielded Fujimaru Ritsuka from the Holy Lance's attack. Then, in the instant of the clash, Rungomminiad forced Violet back before facing another attack from behind, plunging the five into a fierce melee.

These several reversals of the offensive, though the details are lengthy, actually happened within a few dozen seconds. At this time, Hiratsuka Shizuka had just regained the iron staff in her hand, and the spirit origin of the ruler had been replaced with that of the rider.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's tactical plan for her was not simple. He hoped that Hiratsuka Shizuka would use the power of miracles to awaken Abigail as soon as possible. The latter's exhaustion and fatigue were only temporary, entirely due to the problem of the physical body she was using and the Spirit Origin not meshing properly. She only needed to replenish her magic power and restore her tired body to wake up.

Rather than having Hiratsuka Shizuka join the attack, it would be more reliable to have her quickly awaken a combatant. However, they hadn't expected Rungomniad's offensive to be so dangerous, launching three attacks in a short period that were enough to reduce their numbers.

Gritting her teeth, watching the battle situation slowly return to equilibrium after a brief period of advantage for her side, Hiratsuka Shizuka barely managed to suppress her emotions and continued to treat Abigail's body.

Only about 10 seconds left, hang in there, kid.

As the battle reached a stalemate, and Rungomminiad adapted to the fighting at a visible speed, the centaurs broke through the ranks.

After looting the assets of the magicians, the centaur successfully repaired and materialized the Dragonbone Bow in his hands, and now he felt it was time for him to make the crucial move!

"Damn gods..." The centaur stepped out of the ranks with graceful dance steps, then accelerated into a run with the lightest possible pace.

He drew his great bow, and an arrow with a tip made entirely of a dragon's remaining claws was nocked. The moment the string was drawn, magic coalesced, and the aura of a dragon, a curse upon the living dragon, was concentrated into the arrow.

Having received a reminder through telepathic communication, Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others unleashed a ferocious offensive, employing almost every conventional killing move imaginable.

A flurry of light blades, the swords conjured by the swordsmith and the Heavenly Demon's beloved blade fell together, and the shadow of the Holy Sword unleashed a barrage of strikes, temporarily entangled Lungominiad, preventing her from noticing the attacks from that direction.

[Bow of Destruction - Dragon's Crack]!

A silent arrow was shot out, the power of the curse wrapped around it, and even condensed into black and red lightning, tearing through the air and flying straight ahead.

The centaur-like body vanished into a dissipating phantom, and the leader of the support team lay slumped on the ground, unable to rouse himself.

Just now, he burned all the magic power in his body and poured it into the arrow, even squeezing out even more magic power. In the past, he had used such an attack to pierce the heart of three golden dragons with a single arrow. Although he was bedridden for a month afterward, this killing move was undoubtedly a deadly weapon against dragons.

Supported by powerful magic, the distance between the arrow and Rungomminiad was as if it had been completely erased, and the arrow appeared less than a meter in front of Rungomminiad's chest in a state of near-space jump.

However, Rungomminiad simply used a downward attack to casually unleash a beam of light, blasting Fujimaru Ritsuka back while using the recoil to leap backward.

"Useless, useless, useless!" The centaur lay on the ground, watching the battle with bated breath. Although he spoke kindly, he was actually very worried.

Even if it misses in the past, this attack has a special locking function against dragons, but whether it can actually catch the opponent is still a question.

"They actually followed us here," Rungomminiad thought. "Then I'll destroy you, and you all too."

A fierce wind swept in, and amidst everyone's stunned expressions, Rungomminiad's mount, Don Starion, leaped up on all fours, carrying its master into the sky.

It's not an exaggeration; Don Starrion disregarded Mr. Newton and actually jumped nearly tens of meters into the air, stopping at the highest point.

The black and red arrow flew past, then suddenly turned and looked up, chasing after Rungomminiad, but Fujimaru Ritsuka had completely given up hope.

He nervously had everyone stand behind him, then stood ready for battle.

The sun rose in the sky.

Golden magic converged, and the pressure from the pure gathering of spiritual energy made everyone want to kneel down. Looking up, they saw a vortex of mana stirred up by the gods.

"Expanded territories, built cities, crossed oceans, and cleaved the sky. For what... Holy Lance, tell the truth of the end! [The Lance that shines at the end]!"

Rungomminiad, carrying the sun, sent Don Starion charging forward on a trail of light that appeared out of nowhere in the air.

The golden sun transformed into a meteor spear hurled down by the gods, falling to this place.

The arrows that had slain the dragon's offspring and shattered its might, which had once seriously injured the Great Red Dragon due to its carelessness, were utterly destroyed by the sacred javelin, melting away like snow meeting the sun.

The arrow only paused the Holy Lance's attack for a barely perceptible moment, but it gave Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others, who were locked on, a brief chance to catch their breath.

There's still time! Unleash its power with the word "Liberation"!

The swordsmith who wielded the demon sword seized the opportunity. He was originally going to passively unleash its power by taking the hit head-on, but now he was able to unleash its potential through synchronization.

What are these so-called magical arts?

In this world, Fujimaru Ritsuka believes that it is a process of using consciousness to obtain a cognizable coordinate in the vast ocean of consciousness, and then using one's own senses to command magic to cast spells.

Such arguments are hard to say are accurate, but Fujimaru Ritsuka realized that if he had the opportunity to sense and harmonize with the power contained within the cursed sword in a hypnotic state while using it, he could use it in a more reasonable way.

Therefore, when it comes to Rungominiad's Noble Phantasm, it's time to reveal a trump card.

"Guardian of the Highest Heaven, six-winged seraphim, vice-ruler of Heaven who slays and subdues dragons and serpents, Michael, I wish to become you, with a sleepless face, to guard the eternally sacred Garden of Eden!"

A further release command came from Fujimaru Ritsuka's mouth than when facing Galahad and the Red Dragon. This was an ability she was able to use only after repeatedly using [Supreme Heaven Muramasa] and gaining a deeper understanding of Michael's protective power.

In front of the Holy Lance, a massive cross of flames unfolded, fiercely blocking the descending light of retribution from above Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others.

"It blocked it, but!" Fujimaru Ritsuka hadn't even had a few seconds to feel happy before she sensed the power in her hand [Supreme Heaven Muramasa] disappearing extremely quickly.

When facing Galahad and the Great Red Dragon's breath, the demon sword in his hand was only at 40% of its peak strength. Although he had a lot of dragon-fighting spells when facing the latter, even so, both of them should only be at around 50% strength.

However, after only a few seconds of being deactivated, the demon sword's power had already been almost 25% consumed.

"Get me out of here!"

Without any hesitation, the three people around her grabbed Fujimaru Ritsuka around the waist and fled backward with all their might.

After everyone had escaped a certain distance, Fujimaru Ritsuka canceled the defensive ability he called [Michael's Cross].

The moment it was canceled, the Holy Lance struck the earth, and the resulting shockwave swept over everyone.

"The oath of protection!" Violet's expression changed drastically. She sensed the terrifying shockwave ahead and activated a special ability in an instant.

Born from the knightly oath, and refined during a journey of searching spanning millennia, this ability shielded everyone present with a thick layer of protection.

Then, the shockwave struck, and the shield swayed precariously under the terrifying impact. It was only with great difficulty that it was broken, but by then Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others only felt a slight breeze. The aftershocks of the first half of the impact had been completely blocked.

"Can I put you down now, you princess carry?" Fujimaru Ritsuka rolled her eyes in Yukino's arms.

Just now, Yukino used her superior agility as an excuse to be the first to take over from Fujimaru Ritsuka, and the result was actually quite good, except that the riding experience was a bit stiff... yeah, it was indeed stiff.

Yukino put Fujimaru Ritsuka down, her expression a little uneasy: "Should I use my new ability to go and scout?"

"No, so what if you're in a fluid state? The Holy Lance deals true damage, the kind that can vaporize you instantly. If you could absorb her magic, you could even recover while being slashed."

"Tsk, I'm starting to get a feel for things. Maybe I'll find my footing when I'm on the verge of life and death."

"Never mind, let's wait until everyone's here before we come."

The telepathic communication was completed in an instant, but their conversation was incredibly fast, yet they still didn't anticipate one thing.

That was an attack like a divine slap of light, not a powerful weapon that would consume too much of Rungomminiad's resources.

Bombarded by the Holy Lance, even the otherworldly ground, which had been transformed into a desolate wasteland filled with light, was blasted into a crater several tens of meters in diameter. The storm stirred up by the light had barely dissipated when Fujimaru Ritsuka saw Rungomniad assume a charging stance, his face ashen.

She had only wanted to conserve her magic power before, but now, she no longer harbored any thoughts of compromise and was determined to use all her strength. Even if it meant prolonging the time it took to achieve her great goal, she would still bring down the hammer of destruction upon these people before her.

“Come on, Don Starion, one more time.” She pulled on the reins and soared into the sky once more.

Condensing his magical power, unleashing the Holy Lance, and chanting the incantation to unleash his Noble Phantasm, Rungomminiad was distracted, pondering where to aim his attack.

(The boy's side? No, although the demon sword in his hand looks much dimmer, I feel it still has the ability to defend itself.)

Her inexplicable intuition came into play once again. Although she didn't know that the demon sword in Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand still had about 20% of its power left, she felt that this attack was very likely to be in vain.

(And what about the magicians?)

She sensed the threat from that side, and under the attack of the Holy Lance, the pressure of the magic power released by the true release of the Noble Phantasm even caused space to freeze, making it impossible to teleport instantly.

She made up her mind: it's better to cut off one finger than to injure all ten; she should first weaken the enemy's fighting force.

And so the light of the Holy Lance turned in a different direction.

"Sure enough, it's someone else. That guy knows I can still hold them off. Tsk, another hidden hand is about to be destroyed."

Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others rushed towards where the magicians were, and at that moment, Abigail opened her eyes.

"Waaah, he actually fell asleep by accident. How awful! Abby is such a bad boy."

"Alright, Abby, stop fooling around! Look at the sky, get ready to engage!"

"Huh? Oh! Ee!"

Abigail made a startled animal-like sound, staring incredulously at the falling meteor, as if she were a coastal resident waking up one day to find out that nuclear waste had been secretly discharged next door.

"I hold the Silver Key in my hand. Manifesting from nothingness, touch it with your fingertips, my Father God. I will become the mortal body that dwells in your divine essence. Cross the slumber of the rose, and reach the Gate of Depths! Emptiness Tree overflowing with light!"

"Son of Leviathan, now the guardian of humanity. Become a shooting star! You sorrowful dragon who knows no love!"

Without any preparation, Abigail and Martha unleashed all their power to fight against the holy lance's radiance descending from the sky.

Unfortunately, in the eyes of Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others who arrived, the Holy Lance would only win in the confrontation between the two sides.

Chapter 145, Today I'll make you fall into evil (10,000-word update completed)

Resembling a dragon, a tortoise, and other ferocious beasts, the dragon prince Tarax soared into the sky, crashing into the glorious light.

An indescribable radiance and enormous tentacles emanating from the deep, dark keyhole on Abigail's forehead briefly distorted the laws of the End of the Land. Controlled by Abigail's will, they followed closely behind the dragon prince, spreading upwards and immersing everything in their path in purple light and mist.

However, even Abi's attack only distorted a part of the End of the Land, while the Holy Lance that struck down from the sky transformed hundreds of miles around into an otherworldly realm with no end in sight.

Therefore, the dragon prince, who soared into the sky, had his scales melted and his flesh torn apart under the glorious halo of the holy spear, turning into ashes.

Therefore, the tentacles and the radiance were as if they had encountered a natural enemy. The pillar of light, which came from the reorder, the division of the world's inner and outer laws, and the fixation of fantasy and matter, drove away and destroyed the external things that had permeated the world.

[Tarasque, the sorrowful dragon who does not know love] only blocked it for a moment, while [Qliphoth Rhizome, the ethereal tree overflowing with light] and the Holy Lance held their positions in the air for a second before still pointing straight down with unstoppable force.

Seeing that the Holy Lance's radiance had dimmed by only a small portion, Abigail was somewhat at a loss. Two kittens beside her jumped out and nibbled at her trouser legs.

The priestess, who possessed a telepathic connection with her kin, immediately understood what the two cats meant.

Nosh and Ruthal are cats from the Cthulhu Mythos, possessing the ability to freely traverse dreamlike realms due to a certain preference. And with Abby, who is seen as the guardian of the boundary between dreamlike and reality, they also have the ability to teleport outside of dreamlike realms.

Even under the immense power of the Holy Lance, Noshu and Ruthal were able to carve out a sliver of space in the almost stagnant environment. Moreover, by this time, they had already consumed nearly half of the Holy Lance's power.

But Abigail shook her head; she wasn't going to leave.

She was truly terrified; even now, she could still feel the heat carried by that brilliant light.

It was even hotter than when the witch was burned alive; it was truly terrifying.

But she didn't want to leave because she was a good girl.

How could a good child abandon his companion and run away?

She looked back at her companions: Aunt Lisa Lisa, Uncle Kaiki Deishuu, the uncle drawing a magic circle with her, Aunt Hiratsuka Shizuka, and the uncle lying down. She wasn't very familiar with any of them, but Kasumigaoka-neechan was also there.

Why do I feel like there's something else around Miss Lisa? I've thought about it, but I'm not going to think about it anymore.

She turned her head, her face flushed with rage, and summoned a bunch of amorphous creatures and various hideous monsters to charge forward in a fierce yet adorable manner.

The two cats, one fat and one thin, looked at each other with a sigh, then jumped onto Abigail's shoulder with a proud air, meowing and shooting light from their eyes.