Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

It's a pity. If they had reacted faster, they might have had another chance.

During the standoff, Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed inwardly. If Yukino had been a little more skilled at controlling the fluid state, and given just a little chance to regain balance, perhaps they could have brought the final battle to a close.

Intuition is not a panacea.

If we differentiate the similar skills possessed by Heroic Spirits, those with True Mind's Eye are strong individuals who have trained extensively on battlefields and can find a way out even under the most disadvantageous conditions through experience; those with False Mind's Eye rely on their innate sixth sense to anticipate danger; and those with Intuition react in a way that is advantageous to themselves when facing impending danger.

Even though Rungomminiad possesses intuition, she cannot foresee the future like those who possess clairvoyance; therefore, she merely avoided the most unfavorable situation.

However, because of this, Rungomminiad made the best choice for her at that moment: "Young man, why don't you stop? Your companions are almost at their breaking point. If you continue, perhaps you can live, but what about your companions?"

Her voice was full of authority, and the crimson storm around her swelled and contracted with her words, leaving Abi and Yukino feeling powerless.

But they immediately rallied, and in their telepathic communication, they only exchanged a short sentence: I believe in you.

Without making a sound, Fujimaru Ritsuka conveyed his plan through telepathy, but on the surface, he hesitated and said somewhat ambivalently, "If our sacrifice can defeat you, this evil god who tries to occupy the throne above mankind, it is not an unacceptable thing."

"Huh? Is that so? Your expression and your..." Rungomniyah drew out her words, stalling for time, but as Fujimaru Ritsuka inadvertently moved forward, alarm bells rang in her mind.

Without a moment's hesitation or thought, Rungomminiad brandished the holy lance in her hand, and a raging black tornado formed in her grasp, lunging towards Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Although she had just unleashed the power of the Holy Lance once and hadn't had a chance to unleash the invincible beam cannon again, she was still able to exert the power of the Wild Hunt Queen, commanding the storm and forcing back Fujimaru Ritsuka who tried to approach her.

She only needs to buy herself ten seconds to break free of the shackles binding the Holy Lance once again and completely destroy those who stand in her way.

"Yukino!"

Yukino Yukinoshita lightly touched her sword foot and flew towards Fujimaru Ritsuka at an extremely fast speed. Then she melted into liquid, turning into a smooth and unyielding water sphere that enveloped Fujimaru Ritsuka.

A raging black tornado roared forward. The ground of the spirit tomb, protected by an unknown force, was swept away by the raging wind, sinking several centimeters in height.

This layer, containing the heart of the ancient dragon, has always been protected by an unknown force. While attacks outside can create craters hundreds of meters deep, here they can only dig pits twenty or thirty meters deep.

The fierce winds were strong enough to break through the strong protective barrier. The turbulent air currents swept up the dust covered by the radiance, and even Abby, who was trying to sneak around from ten meters away, was blown off balance.

However, Fujimaru Ritsuka and Yukino, who had transformed into a water sphere to protect him, remained completely still.

"what!"

Rungomminiad could hardly believe her eyes. She didn't have time to pay attention to Abby on the other side. She was just constantly urging the magic power in her body to turn into a whirlwind, but she still couldn't shake Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others.

Even though the current gale attack is now infinitely close to the Noble Phantasm used by that black version of myself.

"Mudamudamuda! This is the power of science, hahaha!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka laughed wildly as she and Yukino braved the storm against the current.

This is a victory for modern aerodynamics!

A sufficiently smooth sphere will allow water to flow along its surface to the back of the sphere when faced with strong air currents, thus counteracting the wind force from the front. Yukino's constantly flowing, smooth water sphere is even more effective than the wind-stabilizing beads of mythology, allowing them to move slowly even in the face of fierce winds.

Once again, a premonition of intuition alerted Rungomniyd, who no longer maintained the largely useless gale. He withdrew his holy spear, leaned backward on his horse in a bridge-like position, and thrust it back.

Whether it was the frantically writhing tentacles, the transparent Starlight that seemed intent on devouring blood, or even the amorphous creatures that transformed into a swarm of bats, they were all melted inch by inch by the violent power of the Holy Lance.

Faced with the attack from behind, Rungomniyad easily deflected the sneak attack, but gave Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others a chance to catch their breath.

The harmless water sphere suddenly disintegrated, and its sharp, sword-like feet, capable of easily tearing through thick armor, stabbed fiercely.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was equally formidable, her demon sword blazing with crimson flames, whipping up a whirlwind of steel.

For a moment, apart from Abby, who was standing far away and constantly attacking with mythical creatures, the three of them fought at extremely close range.

The clash of the demonic sword and the holy spear grew increasingly fierce. Mysterious and insidious sword feet would occasionally slip under Yukino's feet, who had truly lost her bones, always finding an opening in the storm of steel to strike and escape like an assassin. Mythical creatures with bizarre forms and a perpetually chilling aura appeared repeatedly at Abigail's call, filling the violent battlefield with their bodies.

Faced with the three's offensive, Rungominiad dared not be careless at all; to be precise, the two besides Abigail were giving her a real headache.

If we're talking about raw power, Abigail is actually the strongest.

Whether in terms of magic, attack, or defense, Abigail is incredibly powerful. Rungomminiad felt that Abigail's strength was almost that of a Servant. But what pleased her was that Abigail's attacks seemed so powerless against the Holy Lance; the powerful clash of their attributes meant that even the power of Michael, who had been imbued with the power to subdue dragons and heretics, couldn't bridge the gap.

Therefore, in this life-or-death struggle, Abby could only play a role in providing cover and restraint.

Attacks that could easily dissolve and disintegrate always appear just when Rungomminiad's Holy Lance is about to defeat her companions, causing Rungomminiad's movements to deviate or become distorted.

What's even more infuriating is that even when Abby found an opportunity, the long-haired girl was able to transform into flowing water and even act as a human shield for the boy, blocking several attacks.

The magical burns on the Holy Lance evaporated the flowing water, but Rungomminiad felt a trace of magic flowing into the girl's body. With the protection of Michael's power, it only made her face pale for a moment, but she was still able to grit her teeth and attack.

However, Rungomminiad was able to win if she continued like this; her offensive had repeatedly put pressure on her opponent, and she had gradually gained the upper hand.

But her ominous premonition grew stronger, while the other side seemed completely oblivious to their obvious disadvantage, maintaining a close-quarters entanglement with an extremely calm attitude.

Where did that fleeting sense of danger originate? Why is the current battle situation still being maintained with such effort? And what exactly is the place where I sensed danger?

Rungomiyal had no answer, but the more the enemy wanted to do something, the less he should let him do it!

It completely ruined the situation, utterly destroying the boy who was still calmly wielding his sword and his companions in an irresistible manner.

Fujimaru Ritsuka ignited his golden [Eye of Karma], constantly repelling the Holy Lance Goddess's attacks.

Very strong.

Holding the holy lance, the magic he unleashed was like a solar wind that scorched everything.

Sweeping, thrusting, and slashing—each strike was as heavy as Mount Tai, creating deep craters on the ground like cannonballs. Those who failed to dodge and took the blow head-on could hear the mournful cries of [Supreme Heaven Muramasa] and their own bones.

Three ribs were broken.

A slight fracture of the ulna in the left hand.

The right scapula was shattered.

If it weren't for the fact that Master Senji Muramasa had memories of using magic to temporarily bind bones and drive muscles in battle, I might already be lying on the ground.

This was the result of Yukino opening her stomach four times. Although she no longer has any vital organs, Fujimaru Ritsuka still gets the feeling that she has died four times.

But it's worth it.

In close combat, even if she repeatedly unleashes her magic power, no one will allow her to have the space and opportunity to release her Noble Phantasm.

Although they are currently under pressure, the tactic of relentless pursuit continues.

Because the work of [seeing] was completed immediately.

Fujimaru Ritsuka took a deep breath, weakened the magic power released by the opponent with a cross slash, and then successfully parried with a perfect blocking stance.

Yukino and Abi understood and took advantage of the opening left by Fujimaru Ritsuka, rushing forward again, only to be quickly repelled.

Rungomminiad unleashed his magical power in an extremely wasteful way, without any storms or light strikes, as crudely as a nouveau riche, but it was very effective.

The magical power she released was even greater than when she used her Noble Phantasm before.

The magic spread out, transforming into a gentle breeze or ripples by the time it reached Fujimaru Ritsuka, yet it rapidly expanded to the edge of its own world.

Change has begun.

The light is fading.

Like a dragon taking a deep breath, light was drawn into Rungomminiad's body like air. Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others were no longer in that terrifying, empty void, the end of the world. They saw once again the vast third level of the Spirit Tomb, and the dragon heart nearby wrapped in bones.

At that moment, the sound of Long Xin's heartbeat resounded throughout the entire third level.

Then, the ever-flowing magic power emanating from Rungomminiad dominated the third layer like a god.

The pressure, formed purely from a massive amount of magic, weighed heavily on everyone's bodies, and their breathing became rapid.

And Lengominiad didn't delay at all.

At this moment, the decisiveness of the king in her memory dominated the Holy Lance Goddess. Without saying a word, she and her beloved horse rose into the sky, and magic enveloped them, forming a thick protective layer.

Abi raised her hand, then slumped down. She wanted to use Nosh and Rutal's tactics again, but the two cat companions had not fully recovered, and even if she used them again, Rungomniad had not given them any chance.

"Give it your all? No, you even used up all your reserves?" Fujimaru Ritsuka blinked her golden eyes as she watched Rungomminiad take off.

He saw all the magic power on the goddess gather together, and even the dragon heart suddenly emitted her aura, replenishing a large amount of energy in a form similar to quantum entanglement.

Such decisiveness, did you sense something was wrong?

So even if it costs you the fruits of your past work, you're going to kill me? Well, let's see!

The work of "seeing" is not yet finished, but Fujimaru Ritsuka is not self-pitying. Her opponent's response is very clever. Unfortunately, she still has a chance.

As the earthly star rose into the sky, Fujimaru Ritsuka closed her eyes.

At this moment, he ignored Yukino and Abigail, whose magic power was almost exhausted, did not think about whether this Noble Phantasm, which was far more powerful than at its peak, would kill all his other teammates, and did not think about when the Holy Lance shining in the sky would fall.

His world began to shrink, and all his senses were reduced to the [Supreme Heaven Muramasa] he held in his hand.

"Holy Lance, pull anchor—..."

Humans age, and even the strongest bodies eventually decay. The soul, too, succumbs to the passage of time, corrupting and rotting. Some beings, witnessing this, will lament from the bottom of their hearts: "Look, how sorrowful! Even the righteous fall into hell. Let me cleanse them completely."

Ah, the gods always sit high in the heavens, only destroying the body and spirit, showing mercy to all living beings while ruthlessly exercising their own ideals.

However, what I need now is the power to fight against heretics and evil gods, so whether it's Michael or Joel George, I won't hold back on the power to protect you.

After all, I don't need a god.

"My spear is the phosphorescence of stars, the light at the end of the road!"

A massive radiance began to shine overhead. Even with her eyes closed, Fujimaru Ritsuka could feel the burning sensation piercing her eyelids.

He silently raised the arm holding [Supreme Heaven Muramasa] horizontally, and then flames flickered.

Crimson flames soaked the earth of the spirit tomb.

The Sword Mound of the Wasteland appears here. Countless swords are stuck in the desolate earth, melting in the ever-burning flames, transforming into the resources for the transformation of the sword in my hand.

[Supreme Heaven Muramasa] changes amidst the crimson flames, greedily absorbing the shattered and melting swords, and then begins to reshape its form.

At that moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka heard the voice from [Supreme Heaven Muramasa].

It is the power to protect humanity, the power to banish and annihilate the gods, and the sacred yet extremely extreme light.

Fujimaru Ritsuka remained silent.

He heard the sound of the hammer swinging, each strike forging the belief in protecting the country and repelling the invaders into his very bones.

He heard the sound of the bellows beating, each pulse sending rebellious blasphemy against the insatiable gods into the furnace.

He heard the sound of oil quenching a blade, each sound a testament to the extreme and unrepentant life being tempered into the blade.

The power of Michael that Fujimaru Ritsuka received, along with the might of the dragon-slaying hero, was all incorporated into the divine sword that was slowly being forged in his hand, according to his will.

The power of the gods was swallowed up by the traces left by people in the past, and then melted into one with the supreme sword in his hand.

It began to reveal its appearance, which was both sacred and full of the essence of humanity.