Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

It was like the last time God and man descended, linked together, and then parted ways.

"It is the anchor of the storm that tears the sky and connects the earth—shining in the spear of the end!!"

The holy spear descended from the sky, tearing through the air and arriving in a manner of annihilation.

At this moment, it seemed as if millions of people were praising: "Holy! Holy! Holy!"

"The essence, the understanding. The completion of the concept, the convergence. The forging technique, the critical point. Witness my long-cherished wish! This single blade, forged for all living beings! This is my, the Boundless Sword Formation!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka roared.

A crimson celestial sword rose from the ground, possessing the power to pierce the azure sky and dispel the clouds.

At that moment, it seemed as if millions of people were echoing: "Break the God! Break the God! Break the God!"

The Celestial Sword collided with the Pillar of the World.

The deafening scene is indescribable.

Light, fireworks, storms, praise, curses, and countless swirling magical vortexes clashed, as if the world had fallen into chaos at the very beginning. It was like the hell at the dawn of creation, filled only with endless flames and storms.

"No! The captain feels like he's at a disadvantage." Abigail supported Yukino, her eyes red as she watched the clash of their Noble Phantasms, tears streaming down her face without her raising her hand to wipe them away.

"Ah...don't worry, Fujimaru said he has a plan, so don't fret." Yukino patted Abi reassuringly.

At this moment, Rungomminiad was practically grinding her teeth to powder. She never expected to be stopped, but in the end, I won.

“That’s not necessarily true!” Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled. “My journey is beyond grudges and hatred! Tiger! Burn brightly!”

The Command Seal mark on the back of his hand faded silently.

147. The story of Kang Guang and the British magic.

After using the defensive mode of the Supreme Heaven Muramasa to block a Noble Phantasm from Rungominiad, Fujimaru Ritsuka never thought he could completely overwhelm her in a firepower clash.

Especially now, she has clearly exhausted all her reserves, pouring all her magic into this attack.

Therefore, using [Tiger, Blazing Fire] is not to overwhelm the opponent, but simply to buy time.

Everything in the world began to freeze in a state of stillness, as the flames slowly collided with the indestructible light gun.

Sparks and shards of light were flying everywhere, and Fujimaru Ritsuka felt as if she had entered another world.

Under the influence of the mysterious Noble Phantasm, her spirit and will began to transcend the speed of matter, until they were on par with light. At this moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka transcended time.

His eyes were finally able to see things clearly.

It was a vast pillar of light, standing between existence and non-existence, penetrating both the surface and the interior, as if firmly fixing the rules of common sense, preventing fantasy from exerting its effects beyond the inner sea of ​​stars once again.

What binds the reality and fantasy of the stars is the anchor of the storm before us, the pillar of the world.

A smile appeared on Fujimaru Ritsuka's face, and the Ame-no-Murakumo in his hand, forged from the fire of the highest heaven, began to emit a heart-palpitating aura.

Then comes the time to sever the ties!

Yukino and Abigail, who were still struggling to stand, witnessed an incredibly rare scene.

The Crimson Blade, which had been struggling against the Light Spear, suddenly transformed into something else entirely.

Like a blade of crimson light penetrating a space between solid objects, the sharp and dazzling Crimson Lotus Blade, already showing signs of defeat, shrank into a red line and effortlessly cut into the sacred and magnificent spear of light.

Like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox, [Wu Yuan Sword Technique] effortlessly and slowly shattered the sacred light spear, easily breaking down the light wherever it went, just as a knife plunges into butter, causing everything to crumble in its wake.

“How…is this possible!” Lengominiad’s eyes widened.

She continued to burn her magic, desperately urging the Holy Lance on, but to no avail.

She even began to feel her control over the Holy Lance declining sharply.

How can it be impossible? Child of the Morning Star, fall!

Fujimaru Ritsuka swung his sword with effortless grace, like a great lord with blazing wings, soaring upwards and gently slashing out.

Without any fanfare, the starlight went out, the Holy Lance was knocked into the air, swirled around, and landed in front of Yukino and the others.

Lengominiad clutched his shoulder with a sigh, where a deep wound had been cleaved open, bleeding profusely but not fatally.

Why didn't you kill me?

"What's the use of killing you..." Fujimaru Ritsuka swung her long sword with the blood-pumping stance of swordsmanship, and the long sword that was once capable of slaying dragons and gods turned to ashes and vanished.

"Of course, I'll be buried with you."

Her words terrified Yukino and Abi, who had rushed over. They wanted to help Fujimaru Ritsuka, but dared not take a step.

Her hands trembled as Fujimaru Ritsuka carelessly stroked the wound that had suddenly opened on her body, completely unconcerned.

Seeing his silence, Rungomminiad laughed bitterly: "Ah, I'm beginning to understand what you mean. I feel myself slowly disappearing, the king is awakening. Severing cause and effect? ​​What a powerful strike."

She slowly closed her eyes, and the dazzling light that had been emanating from them gradually dimmed.

However, Yukino and Abigail didn't delve into her meaning. They simply asked in trembling voices, "Fujimaru/Captain, is what she said true? Are you going to die?"

Then, even though they found it hard to believe, they realized that there was no falsehood in what the goddess said.

In their eyes, the vibrant life force and ever-increasing magical power of the Awakened One had completely vanished from Fujimaru Ritsuka at this moment.

His face was ashen, and his breath was about to cease. The numerous wounds scattered across his body indicated the severity of his injuries.

Even with the help of Yu Ishigami, who possesses the power of a medical god, this injury could only be delayed for a short while.

But where can we find a Yuki Ishigami now?

Before Fujimaru Ritsuka could answer, they simply gripped his clothes tightly and wept silently.

"Ah, I didn't expect it to consume so much energy. Using a real-world relic in conjunction with [Boundless Sword Technique], and then tracing back to its origin to unleash power beyond its original form, can still bring about such a huge backlash. Ah, as expected, using a human's status to recklessly replicate power close to that of a god is courting death."

Fujimaru Ritsuka laughed heartily, enjoying the sight of Yukino and Abino's tear-streaked faces, which were as wrinkled as orange peels. She even had the leisure to take out her phone to record the scene.

"...Could you please say less?" Yukino wiped her tears haphazardly with the back of her hand, her voice even punctuated by hiccups. "How am I supposed to face them? We promised to defeat the enemy together, but why are you the only one..."

Abi didn't speak, but buried her head in Fujimaru Ritsuka's stomach, suppressing her heart-wrenching cries.

Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't say anything, but calmly finished recording the video before slowly extending the back of her right hand.

"Attendre, Espérer (Wait and hope)."

The red Command Seals shone brightly, and the crimson mark faded once more, in exchange for powerful magic that activated a treasure held by a certain Cave King.

In a daze, they saw hell.

A gloomy and inescapable prison, terrifying and ruthless guards, and prisoners who have lost their future and are now numb and desperate.

Some say that all the suffering in the mortal world will eventually converge here.

Some say that voices of anger, lamentation, and sorrow continue to echo.

Some say the prisoners will never be able to escape from here.

If there is a hell on earth, then the prison in the city of Yves would be a strong contender.

Beneath the boundless resentment and deep darkness, a glimmer of light shines.

It was a dazzling ray of hope, as thin as a spider's thread, existing in a darkness filled with ferocity, despair, and regret.

Then the light healed everything, restoring the broken porcelain figure before him to perfect condition with inexplicable power.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's weak breathing became long and strong again. He stroked the back of his right hand with heartache and sighed, "I didn't expect that I would have to use two Command Seals this time. Sigh, as expected of the final boss this time."

Yukino and Abi stopped crying. They silently approached Fujimaru Ritsuka, and like ghosts, they floated to her left and right, then each grabbed one of her waists and began to spin.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Wait, don't do things that hurt people!"

"Fujimaru Ritsuka! You're in better shape than either of us right now! How about we have overtime?"

"Even if it's the captain, Abby is going to get angry!"

Their playful banter didn't disturb the other side. Lisa and Bemukino let out their last breaths, then quietly stuffed the precious items they were carrying back into their arms.

Now we've saved ourselves the trouble of using some potentially useless emergency medicine. We were thinking we'd have to force-feed the kid the medicine, freeze him, and transport him back to find someone.

They all collapsed to the ground without hesitation, disregarding decorum, just like everyone else, quietly savoring the hard-won peace.

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"By the way, is this guy dead?"

After resting for a while, Yukino nudged Fujimaru Ritsuka and pointed at Rungominiad, who had closed his eyes and stood like a statue.

"Hmm... he's not dead."

Fujimaru Ritsuka recounted his actions.

In his view, the reason why the goddess Rungomminiad was able to appear was because the Holy Lance had completely corrupted her, altering her spiritual structure and personality as a Servant.

Judging from that chair, Rungomminiad couldn't even suppress his original personality—the black spearman Artoria. She deliberately chose to assimilate the Wild Hunt King's personality and introduce other divinities to suppress the Holy Lance in order to resolve her corruption by the Holy Lance.

In the struggle between black and white, if the white side gains the upper hand, doesn't that mean the black side hasn't been completely eliminated?

Therefore, he overused [Boundless Sword Technique], briefly gaining a level similar to Michael's conquest of heretics. Then, he used [Eye of Karma] to thoroughly confirm the causal relationship between her and the Holy Lance. With the targeted power of denouncing the gods as heretics, he completely severed the [karmic bond] between the Holy Lance and Artoria.

"So the reason you were able to defeat the power of the Holy Lance's release wasn't because of the extra special attack brought about by the elemental advantage, but because it became [non-existent] or [never connected] under your sword?"

“That’s right. As expected of the Great Witch!” Fujimaru Ritsuka snapped her fingers. “Simply knocking the Holy Lance away wouldn’t have been that effective. I severed the [Fate] to achieve the complete annihilation of Rungomminiad.”

Fujimaru Ritsuka was extremely pleased with herself. This time, she had not only eliminated the big boss but also gained a new teammate.

"So what's wrong with her now?"

"I can't get there!" Fujimaru Ritsuka said, sounding a little dejected.

They now stood before this sleeping king, looking around with a hint of curiosity.

Lisa even curiously reached out and touched them, and then she became a little addicted to it. A certain witch who liked collecting figurines gave her a special feeling.

Abigail said hesitantly, "This older sister... seems to be sleeping?"

How is that possible! How can a sleeping person not react when touched like that?

At first, everyone didn't believe it, but after observing it carefully, they became somewhat skeptical.

Her injuries had been treated and the bleeding had stopped, but she was still breathing, though weak, her breath was still long.

Fujimaru Ritsuka stroked his chin, suddenly having an idea. He bent down and asked Abigail, "By the way, Abigail, does your other Spirit Origin have a deep understanding of dreams? Could we borrow the power of that Spirit Origin?"

Abby seemed a little unhappy, but still reluctantly agreed.