Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

If holy light exists in this world, then the most likely source of holy light is the Tower of the World, Rungomminiad, rather than some holy sword that purely relies on brute force to create the planet's radiance.

However, what he saw was not the holy light crushing the dark dead, the ghosts completely immersed in blood, but a conflict on a higher level.

"Lisa Lisa, and Bei Mu Ni Zhou, what do you two think?"

Two haggard-looking magicians appeared, slightly surprised and speechless: "It's a conflict of concepts."

They moved closer, ignoring the other's heart-wrenching screams, their spiritual light flashing frequently in their hands, before finally concluding: "Indeed. The Holy Lance possessed a conceptual power that was almost like anchoring the planetary order, which clashed violently with the completely different conceptual power within this guy's body. Then, like dry tinder meeting a raging fire, the two ignited instantly, and with a boom, the arm was completely burned away."

His tone was as cold as a heartless doctor weighing a patient's organs, completely devoid of sympathy, instead conveying a slight sense of delight at discovering a rare and difficult case.

After all, the one under his command now is definitely not human.

“So that’s really how it is.” Fujimaru Ritsuka wavered slightly, then gave the order, “Artoria, stab everyone except that reader.”

Fujimaru Ritsuka had noticed long ago that, apart from Flying Lightning Fire and the Reader, the other ten men in black hadn't made any human-like movements from beginning to end. They were silent, expressionless, and even when they were flipped over and hung up, their faces remained unchanged.

"Okay." Artoria was also very curious. Like a whirlwind, she swept over and shot everyone in the forearm or calf.

Then, ten screams echoed through the spacious conference room once again, turning the small space into a hell of screams.

Without exception, everyone experienced a similar situation to what had just happened, though the intensity varied, with some being completely annihilated.

"Oh dear, what a pity, Ms. Artoria, don't be so rough. All these good experimental materials are being wasted." Lisa Lisa and Kaiki Deishuu felt a little regretful, but since there were still plenty of experimental subjects, they let Fujimaru Ritsuka and Artoria continue their probing.

Flying Thunderfire stopped howling, and stared blankly as it glanced behind it, seeing the six completely empty shelves.

He couldn't help but chuckle softly, first faintly, then wildly and unrestrainedly: "Hahahaha... Indeed, I did the right thing! Letting you stay would definitely affect our great god. Even the slightest harm to a hair on your head would be a death sentence."

His eyes were filled with venom as he scanned the entire conference room before being slapped hard on the head by the guard behind him.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen plenty of handsome people before?"

Although the scene was a bit intimidating, as members of the enforcement team, they had seen many more terrifying and outrageous scenes. This was just a matter of louder noise and harsher shouting.

The other party still dares to act so arrogantly, and even dares to threaten with words? I'll smash your head in!

"Alright, stop treating our lab's distinguished guest so roughly." Fujimaru Ritsuka stopped the execution team member standing behind Tobirai-hime from continuing the abuse, and the latter reluctantly stopped and put his hands behind his back.

Despite being slapped several times, Flying Thunderfire was not discouraged at all, only spitting out venom: "You're all dead, absolutely dead."

He only wanted to bite off pieces of their flesh, not for any other reason than that these people truly possessed the power to harm God.

"Don't act all mysterious and like you have a backup plan. It's just that a few thousand low-quality Dead Apostles are coming to besiege us, right?" Fujimaru Ritsuka snapped her fingers, signaling Lisa Lisa and Kaiki Deishuu to do what they wanted.

The two understood each other perfectly and instructed the team members to move all the surviving experimental materials back into the workshop, preparing to begin their research.

Of course, the howls of these experimental subjects, like those of stray dogs, were immediately silenced.

Indeed, the gag and the tortoise-shell restraints are a perfect match. This is how it should be done.

Watching the experimental subject disappear into the distance, Fujimaru Ritsuka tapped the table and began to set up:

"Under the Snow".

"exist!"

"Go find your sister, take inventory of the enchanted firearms in the stock, and distribute them all to the execution team."

"Yes!"

"Kasumigaoka!"

"I'm here."

"Whether using a familiar or a spell, could you warn the people in the vicinity to evacuate within an hour and conduct reconnaissance?"

"It requires the cooperation of execution team members."

"Go ahead, but it must be done remotely. No one is allowed to put themselves at risk."

"I see."

"Yuigahama!"

"Is there anything I can do for you, Ateng?"

"Go with Kasumigaoka. If there are any problems, use your Enchantment Eye to handle them. Will remote teleportation affect its effectiveness?"

"It's enough for the average person."

"Then let's go."

“Abby.”

"Please give your orders, Commander."

"Quickly set up any monsters you can summon to help."

Okay.

Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced around: "If there are any requests that need to be coordinated, just do them. Have the execution team cooperate with you to complete the mission. If the other side dares to come, I'll let them know what a meat grinder is."

171. Can a person live without a head? (7K1)

After receiving their orders, everyone went to carry out their tasks. Artoria, however, closed her eyes to rest and prepare for the upcoming battle.

Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't stop, but quickly dialed the relevant number and contacted acquaintances such as Hikigaya Hachiman who were still in Chiba.

"...Although I wanted to come and help, I couldn't leave. The monsters you mentioned earlier have started to appear sporadically, mostly in small teams of a hundred people, and have begun attacking major transportation routes and the city government."

Hachiman, how are your family members being settled?

“My parents are still at work in Tokyo today, and Komachi has already gone to the secret hideout with Saika’s family. We were originally planning to come and find you.” Hachiman gave a wry smile.

"That's good. I'm actually in more trouble here. It would be even more of a headache if you encountered any problems on your way here. How many members of the Shinsengumi are in Chiba?"

"Just the two of us."

"Be smart, run if you can, and remember to bring Hiratsuka Shizuka in. Although these monsters seem to have developed resistance to the church's magic, as a Christian saint, he should still be able to crush them."

"Really? That's great! I was worried there might be problems." Hachiman Hikigaya was overjoyed.

"Don't die. Otherwise, Komachi will have a new older brother."

"Ah, I will."

After Fujimaru Ritsuka died, he contacted the shrines and temples in Chiba City and the surrounding area through Haruno to inform them of the situation, and then breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Looks like these guys keep in touch regularly. They started moving in less than half an hour. It's a pity I can't find the tools they use to communicate. No, maybe they're using abilities to communicate."

It's a done deal, so there's no need to dwell on it. No matter how much you worry, the person behind that monster horde isn't going to fall from the sky and appear in front of you.

We can now estimate that the city's overall combat strength fluctuates around 6000. Given the harassing attacks, the special forces remaining indoors, even if their primary focus is on harassment and creating disturbances, wouldn't be significantly fewer in number.

Is it possible that the number of people heading to Chaldea is around 2000 to 4000?

It sounds much better than having 6000 monsters all rushing over, but it would still be very troublesome to fight. In short, let's assume that there will be no reinforcements.

"Fujimaru-kun, should we call the Tojo Clan over? The weapons stockpiled in the mansion are enough for a squad of over a hundred men." Haruno's voice came through, her usual calm tone still revealing a hint of anxiety.

"Calm down a bit, Haruno. I'm still here." Fujimaru Ritsuka's steady and unwavering voice calmed the person on the other end of the earpiece.

At this moment, he tilted his head and thought, "The Tojo Clan? Hmm... no, don't tell them, just notify Itohori Yuuma, and if you think Sohara Yuta is trustworthy, notify him too. Then let him select some trustworthy subordinates. Limit them to no more than 10 people."

Fujimaru Ritsuka recalled the scene he had witnessed before; that red hue was actually very similar to the divine power that the imposters, Flying Thunderbolt and his gang, spoke of. Therefore, the Tojo Clan's trust level had to be lowered to the lowest possible level.

He added, "Remember to have people secretly set up the defenses, and then quietly install detection and control systems, purely to prevent any defection."

“...Yes.” Yang Nai understood his meaning, and her heart sank slightly.

It wasn't about what Fujimaru Ritsuka did to these guys, but rather about figuring out how many people might have been turned.

Perhaps it's more than I imagined.

Yang picked up the phone and contacted Itohori Yuuma: "Can I trust you...?"

While Haruno was gathering her strength to try and increase her chances of winning, Fujimaru Ritsuka found himself with nothing to do and simply sat there thinking.

The enemies we are facing this time are not ordinary in terms of both number and combat strength.

So are there any other options?

"Commander, I've got it sorted out!"

Abigail rushed in, panting, and said seriously to Fujimaru Ritsuka, "Now, a group of amorphous monsters have been placed around us, along with the traps set by Tashu and the other two. That should hold them off for a while."

"What trap?"

"Um, is it something like a maze?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked outside. The two kittens were still jumping and leaping around, seemingly not yet finished. But at this moment, he could already see the difference.

The light seemed to be slightly distorted, similar to refraction through glass, but with a greater direction and angle of curvature. It was as if the light had been artificially confined.

"Hmm, not bad... If we can manage to divide the enemy's main force, we might be able to gain a local advantage on the battlefield." Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes lit up.

Abigail stood proudly with her hands on her hips: "That's what Ruthal and Noshu said too!"

Wow, I'm quite impressed with these two sullen, sullen cats who always have such big faces.

Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly remembered something and lifted Abigail high in the air. The little guy didn't understand, but he still let out a silly chuckle.

Taking advantage of this moment, the big bad wolf asked the little sheep with ill intent, "Hey Abby, do you have some connection to the Dreamland?"

"Yes, eh..." Abigail quickly tried to cover her mouth, but her arms were held up by Fujimaru Ritsuka's hands, so she couldn't move freely.

Just like a child whose secret stash of money has been discovered by their parents, Abigail said aggrievedly, "That's true. But the guardian of the Dreamland and all that is an old title. I'm just a little brother."

"Could I borrow the power of the Dream Realm?"

"Ugh, but letting those cute little kittens out to fight the monsters is a bit..." Abigail was very unhappy.

Even if there is a real possibility of being defeated, she can open the door and transfer everyone to the Dreamland. At worst, she can patiently wait for the enemy to leave before returning.

Although we can't take too many people with us during this retreat, it shouldn't be a problem to take the group leader and a few of his sisters and uncles with us.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was unaware of Abby's considerations, and even if he had, he wouldn't have left.

Are you kidding me? Leaving the undefended mansion headquarters for those monsters to run rampant?

Leaving aside considerations of reputation, the mansion itself cannot be moved, and the priceless equipment is also difficult to take away. Therefore, even if it consumes the weapons and ammunition they have stockpiled, they must fight a good battle.

Sensing Fujimaru Ritsuka's unwavering resolve, Abigail reluctantly said, "I'll open the door a little and pull the residents out of the dream world. But only the cats might listen to me, and they can hardly teleport in reality; their combat power is only close to that of a familiar."

"Are there any disobedient ones?"