Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

"Yes, Your Excellency!" The entire group responded in unison.

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"Waaah, if only Fujimaru could come and help. Yukinoshita... in this situation, I can't bring in any women to help."

Except for the mask on his head, Hachiman Hikigaya had completely donned the armor of the Heroic Spirit Mandecardo. He looked at the monster before him and let out a bitter laugh: the monster was composed of countless beautiful female bodies, brutally compressed into a ball. The women's legs were completely melted and connected, their flesh piled together like a fleshy sphere. Several beautiful women revealed seductive eyes, looking at everyone present. Seemingly beautiful, but in reality, insane.

"For the next month, I reckon women will look like pork on a chopping board to me." Hachiman Hikigaya raised his wooden sword, his body covered in scratches. "You can regenerate, huh? I'm going to chop you to pieces!"

23. Raven-Bone Angel

Far away at Chiba Zoo, Hachiman Hikigaya sighed as he picked up his wooden sword, facing a ball of flesh formed by the entanglement of countless female limbs.

Meanwhile, in Makuhari, Fujimaru Ritsuka stared intently at the monster before her.

The moment they stepped into the victims' homes, the place they were in had already turned into a den of iniquity.

The bodies of the dead hung from six upright, inverted crosses. Their upper heads were missing, and they had lost their vocal cords, yet they still sang blasphemous songs like a devout choir.

To the accompaniment of dizzying background music, an alien angel descends from the sky, slowly flapping its pale wings made of human ribs and dressed in a monk's robe stained with blood.

Its head has no flesh and blood, but a raven skull with human eyes inlaid on it.

The Raven Angel stared at Fujimaru Ritsuka and his group, its eyes revealing a compassionate look, just like a human's: "Children of man, why do you disturb Mammon's birth festival?"

"Yes! Yes! How can a human body face the majesty of the angels before God! Oh Mammon, our Father, to whom our will belongs!" The dead on the inverted cross echoed in unison.

The strange and bizarre responses tormented the nerves of everyone present. Yuuma Itohori had reached his limit; he roared, drew his pistol, and his henchmen followed suit, firing.

"Bang bang bang bang!" Itohata Yuuma's bullets shattered the skulls of the dead on the cross, interrupting the annoying group's chanting. The henchmen were a step too slow, choosing to target the Raven Angel instead. One after another, the bright orange bullets slid limply across its surface.

The raven-bone angel extended his thin, withered hand from his wide monk's robes and sighed as he made the sign of an inverted cross on his chest: "Mammon, someone is disturbing your devout followers. Only by inflicting punishment can your power be demonstrated."

The next moment, it simply flapped its bone wings, and a violent storm swept over everyone, blowing the Tojo Clan members into the ground like fallen gourds. Only Fujimaru Ritsuka stood firm in her stance.

"Heh heh~ I never expected there to be humans who could persevere under the power of God!" The Ravenbone Angel was quite surprised. "Such a special human, offering him to Mammon will surely bring a reward..."

Clang! A downward slash as swift as lightning struck, startling the alien angel who was still engrossed in its role-playing as it raised its wings to parry. The red-hot blade scraped against the alien's bone wings, cutting a few inches, producing a screeching, dull sound.

"I've put up with you for so long! You've been nagging on and on since the beginning, acting like some kind of chuunibyou. Please, you're just a small fry!" Fujimaru Ritsuka transformed the golf club in her hand into a sharp blade, wrestling with the angel.

The alien angel's hasty defense appeared weak and powerless, lacking any strength to create a strong wind.

As expected of a magic user, even mages want to fight in melee combat. Do they really think they're the Israeli boxing champion?

Taking advantage of its lack of buffs to finish it off, Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't hesitate, raising her sword with both hands and fiercely unleashing a downward slash attack, forcing the Raven Bone Angel to retreat repeatedly.

The Raven Angel was both shocked and enraged. It was confident in its Mammon power, capable of casting an invisible defense that could withstand all physical damage from ordinary humans, even deflecting bullets. Combined with its own magic, it believed its opponent might not even have time to draw an RPG.

But that defense was like paper against the human blades before them!

It let out a shrill, hoarse cry, as countless ribs shot out from its chest like thorns, tearing through the monk's robes and transforming into countless pale bone arrows. Each bone arrow was wreathed in black and red magic, filled with the wails of human souls.

But this seemingly sure-fire strike, which was within reach, missed its mark.

When assigning tasks, Fujimaru Ritsuka was mentally prepared that if a monster appeared at this ritual, it would definitely be the most dangerous one.

From the very beginning, he fully activated the [Eye of Karma].

Even though he was far from being able to restore the Demon Eye that could see through cause and effect, he could easily perceive the changes in the aura on the Raven Bone Angel.

(After shooting the bone spikes, is the inspiration channeled to the wings? Is the idea for a kite-like tactic?)

Fujimaru Ritsuka swiftly dodged to the left, swinging her arms in a wide arc as her blade slashed fiercely at the joint of the Ravenbone Angel's right wing. The Ravenbone Angel, which was about to flap its wings, let out a mournful cry and staggered to the ground.

(A spark of inspiration flowed to the tip of the bone wings, wanting to transform into a hedgehog?)

By dodging backward, Fujimaru Ritsuka avoided being riddled with holes and seized the opportunity of her opponent's loss of balance to gather all the magic power in her body.

Flames swirled around the blade, transforming into a swirling dance of fire in Fujimaru Ritsuka's hands, relentlessly slashing at the fragile joints of the bone wings.

"It's more like a dance than a martial art." Completely unable to get a word in edgewise, Itohori Yuuma slumped to the ground, his hand holding the cigarette trembling slightly, uttering the thoughts of a shut-in watching Godzilla beat up Ultraman.

The underlings exchanged glances: "Boss, this looks like the Eighteen Arhats beating Stephen Chow, who's rolling on the ground, with benches!"

The Bone Raven Angel howled and struggled, trying to get up and use its proud magic to blast this despicable human to pieces a thousand times over. But every time it was about to succeed, the constantly slashing blades cleverly struck the point of force, causing it to lose its balance time and time again.

Humiliation piled up endlessly in the heart of the Ravenbone Angel, who had never imagined facing such a situation since its rebirth from the ritual.

But even the seemingly imposing Fujimaru Ritsuka was secretly suffering. Despite his seemingly unrestrained movements, like a large chariot pressing down on a child, he actually had to carefully calculate every attack in order to keep the Raven Angel on the ground. What was even more absurd was that he couldn't hit any vital points.

Countless fierce attempts were made to sever the head, but the hard neck bone was only worn down layer by layer into bone powder. He tried to penetrate the head to kill it, but the Eye of Karma told him that the monster's only weakness was its heart, which was encased in its body.

If you can't kill it without breaking its defenses, then let's cripple its wings first.

Why build tanky items on a mage?!

With a crack, the Raven Angel's bone wings developed cracks, but Fujimaru Ritsuka exclaimed in alarm, "This is bad!"

With its bone wings exploding, the alien angel actually hardened its heart and used its own wings to launch a self-destruct attack.

Countless bone fragments flew everywhere. Fujimaru Ritsuka only had time to unleash her full magical power to deflect the bone fragments aimed at her vital points, but she was still struck in the shoulder and calf. The defenses she had built up with magical power were instantly shattered. Two long wounds appeared on her left shoulder and right calf.

Pain and itching struck instantly. Instead of retreating, Fujimaru Ritsuka advanced, abandoning his two-handed sword grip. With a roar, he swung the sword with his right hand, but it was too late.

The Raven Angel clasped her hands together, releasing a blast of air. Before she could dodge, Fujimaru Ritsuka was sent flying three meters away, surrounded by the Tojo Clan.

Just as the others were getting anxious, Fujimaru Ritsuka nimbly somersaulted in the air and landed lightly. She felt a metallic taste in her throat, which she swallowed with difficulty. Her injury was not serious.

At the last moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka assumed a defensive stance, using his palm-sized sword to deflect the opponent's energy blast, mitigating the impact. He estimated that if the blow hadn't landed squarely on him, several of his ribs would have been broken.

"Again!"

24. Wow, a golden legend!

Fujimaru Ritsuka's mood turned serious, and she deeply regretted not having killed the guy in one go.

While it's not that mages can't engage in melee combat, melee combat is definitely not their forte. For example, that old woman didn't use a set of Divine Staff Techniques while holding a staff.

A certain Avalon swordsman gives himself a hero buff and then smashes the opponent with his sword? This scene is quite common, but there are prerequisites for transforming into Gandalf with full Light and Cleave skills - you can't be a melee mage without full buffs, spell sequencers, and accidental triggers.

The enemy Raven Angel only put on a shield and then went out to roam. It was clearly at its most vulnerable moment just now, but unfortunately it turned out to be a semi-tanky mage.

(Right shoulder and calf injured? Fortunately, not a penetrating wound.)

Fujimaru Ritsuka gasped for breath as her magical energy seeped into the wound, forcibly stitching up the torn muscle like glue.

It hurts so much, but I can keep fighting!

He grinned, endured the pain, gripped the knife with both hands, and charged forward!

After firing an air blast, the Raven Angel seemed to be exhausted, kneeling on one knee as if unaware of its own power.

The blade swept out horizontally, heading straight for the raven-bone angel kneeling on one knee. It then raised its head, its eyes, set in bird bones, filled with mockery: "Humans, indeed, cannot comprehend Mammon's omnipotence!"

Where the blade passed, nothing remained.

Beside Fujimaru Ritsuka, the air rippled like water, and the true form of the Raven Bone Angel suddenly appeared, its sharp claws striking his unsuspecting back.

Clang! The seemingly certain strike was blocked, and the Ravenbone Angel's eyes widened in disbelief.

"When did you start to have the illusion that I can't see you?"

The attack, which was originally a feint, was instantly withdrawn, blocking the opponent's offensive. Beneath the blade, Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes shone with a golden light; in the world he saw, all falsehoods had nowhere to hide.

"You launched bone spikes from your ribs, transformed your bone wings into sharp spikes, self-destructed your wings and instantly launched air bullets, and now you've even used an illusion. You know what? Your raging magic has shrunk to a torch in my eyes. How many spells can you still use?"

The Raven Angel screamed and stopped talking. It once again fired air blasts from its hands, but this time it only knocked Fujimaru Ritsuka back one meter.

It's gotten weaker! This air blast only has less than a third of its original power!

Fujimaru Ritsuka took a few steps back to reduce the impact, but the Raven Bone Angel did not step forward. Instead, it retreated rapidly, grabbing the dead on the crosses with both hands, and a series of obscure incantations rang out.

Wow! Is it really that bold to chant mantras in front of someone?

It's hard to say whether a knife or a gun is faster within seven meters, and this is less than five meters!

Without hesitation, Fujimaru Ritsuka sprinted forward, grabbing the golf club from her back and throwing it forcefully to test for any traps.

The golf clubs melted and deformed in mid-air, transforming into sharp swords that were thrown rapidly. However, they seemed to hit a barrier in mid-air, only producing sparks before turning into fragments.

Fujimaru Ritsuka stopped abruptly, frowning. Although the weapon he had just thrown wasn't as meticulously crafted as the one he had now, it had exhausted the lifespan of the weapon's material, and its single-use power was actually quite considerable.

The Raven Angel held two corpses in its hands, continuing to chant incantations, brewing a powerful spell, its eyes filled with mockery.

But the next moment, its eyes were filled with terror.

"Masked Lord, step aside!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked back and was horrified. She immediately used magic to strengthen her leg muscles and forcefully fled to the side.

Because Yuma Itohori opened a large box and pulled out two devices.

He assembled it deftly, then half-squatted down and slung a green thing over his shoulder: "There's nothing an RPG can't solve! If there is, just fire another one!"

Pull the trigger, and the exhaust flame propels the grenade, transforming it into a deadly weapon that flies in an instant.

"You! Damn it!" Fujimaru Ritsuka leaped forward, quickly dropping to the ground in the standard pose for dodging an explosion, covering her ears with her hands.

The Raven Angel did not move; it still held the corpse in its hands and chanted a spell, but its eyes were filled with despair.

"Boom!" The moment the bullet struck the barrier, flames burst forth, propelling countless metal fragments to easily tear through the barrier. The torrent of flames and metal completely engulfed the Raven Angel.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had only managed to run less than ten meters, felt a terrifying shockwave sweep past behind him. He groaned, feeling utterly dejected: "Didn't they say that the Japanese yakuza only use pistols and don't even have Chicago typewriters?"

He began to question his life, and felt fortunate—thankfully, he hadn't encountered a bunch of Gatling guns when he fought against Yuuma and his group.

As the heatwave subsided, he got up from the ground and checked himself over. He had subconsciously used his magic to release energy during the explosion, which seemed to have neutralized the blast wave. Only his clothes on the back were torn, and even his gas mask was undamaged.

He glanced at Goto Yuuma's group. The Tojo Clan's underlings had kept their distance, completely unharmed, while Goto Yuuma, his face covered in soot, was laughing heartily. And what about the Bone Raven Angel?

He turned his head swiftly, his golden eyes piercing through the smoke—the monster was riddled with wounds, only its head and mangled upper body remaining. In his strange vision, the Ravenbone Angel's magical reaction was as faint as a matchstick.

He waved away the smoke, gripped his knife, and cautiously moved forward. The ground beneath his feet was still warm; the corpse that had been hanging upside down on the cross had been blown to pieces, and the ground was covered in charred remains.

Damn it, I won't be able to eat barbecue for a while now.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, lost in thought, suddenly took a step forward and slashed.

The claws, battered and bruised by flames and shards, snapped off, neutralizing the Raven Angel's final desperate attack.

Its eyes were wide with hatred, and it spat out mouthfuls of black ash: "By Mammon, you blasphemers...you will all become maggots in hell!"

"Aren't you ashamed of yourself!" Fujimaru Ritsuka interrupted it, giving it a good scolding. "As a mage, you can't even get buffs, and you still get blown up by ordinary people with weapons despite having the advantage of terrain. If I were Mammon, I would want to dump you in my own septic tank."