Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

However, the attacks did not stop there.

Gunshots rang out continuously, accompanied by long-range sniper bullets and even more explosive modified RPGs.

In less than a minute, the trucks in front were set ablaze by the explosions, which then triggered an even grander banquet of fireworks because of the oil drums.

"Ten trucks ahead have all been blown up! So they're taken out?" Sasagawa Yagokoro raised his binoculars, trying to confirm the results. "[Neon swear words]!"

During the feast of the Vulcan, figures engulfed in flames slowly walked out, their flesh and blood seemingly regenerating at an alarming rate.

The first assassin whose head was blown off had already grown eyes. He let the fleshy growths writhe and regenerate unchecked, roaring furiously, "Damn it, I'm going to chop you all into dumpling filling!"

172. The Great Mythological Ceremony

Although the man with only one face was shouting loudly, it was impossible for anyone to hear him from a distance of over a thousand meters.

Through the binoculars, Fujimaru Ritsuka only saw this strange-looking guy naked, putting on a facial expression show. He curled his lip and said, "Damn it, I'm about to get a sty... Just a quick note: 2KM power attack with no decay period. The damage from the enchanted bullets is weak, only slowing down the regeneration rate a bit."

He paused, then continued to speak to Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was taking notes beside him: "Adding light-based materials to RPGs and grenade launchers works better, and it probably manages to suppress the regeneration speed by half."

Kasumigaoka Utaha showed a look of disgust: "They were able to run out of the cargo box after being attacked, and that's with half their power suppressed? These guys are as tenacious as cockroaches, no, earthworms."

Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced speechlessly into the distance. The monsters that were constantly regenerating flesh and bones in the flames were no longer ferocious. He seemed to see them as earthworms wriggling around on the ground.

Although the guy next to them was making some pretty harsh comments, everyone, including them, who was constantly suppressing the other person at the top of the mansion, knew one thing perfectly well:

If it weren't for the inclusion of light-elemental materials such as phoenix feathers, horns of two-horned beasts, and intelligent beetles—materials with the power to ward off evil and repel demons—these creatures would have already roared into battle formation and charged in droves.

Two kilometers is a distance that a racehorse can cover in three or four minutes, but for these monsters, it could only be faster. They wouldn't be enduring nearly a minute of artillery fire and still unable to move forward, as they are now.

But this stalemate is about to be broken.

The convoy was bombarded from a distance, but Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't have any powerful weapons like thermobaric or thermobaric bombs, so it wasn't long before the monsters, dragging their regenerating bodies, gathered together.

Red mist rose from the monsters' bodies, as if their blood had been drained and evaporated.

The difference is that they were completely unaffected.

A wisp of red mist would be dispelled by the enchanted spiritual power under the bombardment of several grenades. However, a dozen or so wisps were already beginning to provide stronger resistance.

As mist began to rise from the bodies of the more than three thousand monsters, the energy on the mansion side could no longer suppress their advance.

"Roar!!!!!!"

A single individual roared, followed by thousands of individuals echoing the same cry; even the constant bombardment could not drown out their cries.

"We can't suppress it anymore. Control the intensity of the firepower, focusing on non-enchanted items."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was already mentally prepared. After all, even if there were 3000 pigs roaming the battlefield, it would take several days and nights to catch them. You can't expect these monsters to be comparable to the National Revolutionary Army back then.

After the order was given, the firepower from the mansion gradually decreased. The few intelligent members of the gang were overjoyed. With a wave of their hands, the monsters began to run.

If viewed from above the mansion, this battlefield was a constant display of deathly flowers formed from flames, a grand comedy of human ingenuity in carnage unfolding without restraint. However, crimson waves rising from the ground, fueled by the descending flames, surged ever faster towards the mansion.

The once towering and spacious mansions are now nothing more than small reefs blocking the tsunami.

The commanders, who had infiltrated the ranks without making a sound, thought the same thing. They wore contented expressions, contemplating the wonderful life they would enjoy after capturing the sacrifice.

However, the huge wave was stopped.

Like a river rushing down from the top of a mountain, roaring and forming a flood that threatened to engulf the plains, it crashed into an invisible dam, constantly diverting and dispersing within 800 meters of the mansion.

"What's going on?!" The Dead Apostles were astonished, but caught up in the chaos of their inferior brethren, they had no time to react.

The spatial maze created by the dreamlike cats plays a significant role here.

Despite the time constraints, they still managed to utilize their strengths in front of the mansion.

When these monsters approached within 1000 meters of the mansion, they would enter the winding maze of space, as if a torrent had been diverted and restrained, entering their own space.

More importantly, due to the design of the spatial maze, when they are dispersed, it becomes impossible to fully link the power of all groups within it.

A distance of one thousand meters is just enough for the spells and some powerful weapons to attack.

"So, the biggest advantage of modern weapons after being enchanted is that they consume less energy and have a longer attack range. But this is where we unleash our power."

Lisa Lisa and Bemuk Nishu appeared on the mansion platform, their eyes shining.

They drew their weapons in unison.

The staff, engraved with the symbol of the goddess of the underworld moon, shimmered with purple light and unfurled a massive magic array in the sky.

The ritual dagger, made entirely of Philosopher's Stone, gleamed with light, simulating the original within the Spirit Computer in the form of incantations. It continuously calculated and coordinated the parameters within the magic array, then infused it with True Aether, which was derived from the splitting of the four elements.

"Hahaha! Try our hastily prepared creation!"

"The original sin, the evil consequence of initially deceiving the origin, will inevitably lead to a bloody end; the enemy of order, the greed that attempts to disrupt the spiral, will surely suffer the punishment of falling from heaven!"

"[Simulated Mythical Grand Ritual - Piercing the End - Fallen Star Descends]!"

For no apparent reason, even the mindless and inferior Dead Apostles felt a sense of unease.

(The voice of your brother's blood cries out to me through the earth. The earth opens its mouth to receive your brother's blood from your hand; you shall be cursed from this earth.)

The ground beneath their feet began to crack, and some of the scattered monsters accidentally fell into the cracks. They roared and struggled to break free, but soon the soil turned to sand.

Almost all the monsters were submerged in quicksand several meters deep, unable to move forward.

Even the Chaldea members were stunned by the scene, but then they began to pick up more accurate weapons and take targeted shots.

The Dead Apostles, buried in the quicksand, roared in fury: "Mere quicksand, you think you can bind us? You're dreaming!"

They emerged from the quicksand, constantly emanating a crimson aura from their bodies.

Even if some monsters were knocked down like whack-a-mole the moment they appeared, they didn't care too much.

Because the monsters will come back to life again in the next moment... Huh?

The Dead Apostles, who were constantly directing the monsters, were somewhat suspicious. They noticed that the monsters' regeneration rate had dropped rapidly after being defeated.

At this point, they noticed that after the soil became desertified, those areas that were almost mixed with the flying sand and dust actually still contained a thick layer of yellowish odor.

At this moment, they sensed something was wrong. All the nearby monsters linked with their companions, trying to use the red mist within their bodies to expel the dim yellow gas, but it was too late.

"In the first stage, the land becomes barren and desertified, and the destructive energy of the earth seeps in. Then, in the second stage!"

Lisa Lisa's face was covered in sweat as she excitedly and laboriously waved her hand.

Then, the yellow essence within all the monsters' bodies condensed, transforming into countless earth spikes that burst forth from their bodies.

Countless screams and the sound of flesh being torn apart rang out. All the monsters turned into hedgehogs with long yellow quills, or tattered sacks propped up by stone pillars.

However, even as they were dragged down into the quicksand by the heavy stone spikes, the Dead Apostle monsters still struggled unwillingly, making everyone break out in a cold sweat.

Lisa couldn't help but admire them greatly: "Not a single one died? With those expressions, if the spatial maze hadn't separated these guys, the first stage of the Earth Destruction aura wouldn't have been able to penetrate their bodies, even if the three thousand red mists formed by them hadn't been able to? But... I don't believe it!"

She slammed her staff down hard, and the magic circle in the sky flashed brightly. Bei Mu Ni Zhou's face turned ashen: "Slow down, slow down, don't suck so hard, hurry up and dry it!"

If the timing weren't so inappropriate, Fujimaru Ritsuka would have loved to utter those outrageous words, but he would have swallowed them immediately.

It was afternoon, and the sun, slowly setting in the west, had disappeared.

A scroll of starlight unfolded across the battlefield, with a vast and magnificent Milky Way stretching across the sky. Fujimaru Ritsuka finally understood why Kaiki Deishuu had screamed in agony.

Look at this sky; a third of it is made of stars solidified by magic.

"O morning star of the sky, why have you fallen like this! It is because you are the great red dragon, defeated by the vice-king of the heavenly kingdom, your tail dragging down a third of the sky, causing you to fall to the ground!"

As Lisa Lisa chanted the incantation, a phantom appeared above the Milky Way—the enormous tail of a red dragon, dragging a solidified third of the stars, which transformed into divine punishment and descended upon the battlefield before them.

Hundreds of mushroom clouds formed, stirring up shockwaves in different parts of the spatial labyrinth within semi-enclosed zones. They swept up sandstorms, forming sand tornadoes that ripped apart the limbs of the monsters.

"Wow, that's amazing! Ruthal and Noshu both said the spatial labyrinth almost collapsed. They never imagined the materials stolen from the Dreamland would break down to this extent!" Abi exclaimed, making Lisa, who was leaning on her staff for support, look proud.

At this point, Kaiki Nishu had no regard for decorum and was sitting half-on-the-floor, panting.

Lisa Lisa simply sat down like Beki Mudsho: "This grand ceremony is also the result of our dissection of those experimental subjects that came to us. Don't be fooled by the fact that they seem to be gathered in a group, the more the stronger, as if they were orderly creatures; in fact, the power within them is chaotic."

"Hmm? What do you mean?" Fujimaru Ritsuka was waiting for the aftershocks to subside and to check the situation when she heard what Lisa Lisa said and immediately became interested.

Lisa Lisa thought for a moment, seemingly considering how to explain to everyone: "The power of order often becomes stronger when it unites. The power within them is more like the chaotic whole returning to a temporary coupled state and becoming stronger. But can you imagine a set of building blocks that are just randomly piled up? They are just those building blocks, with no meaning in combining them, they are just a bunch of things that are simply overwhelmed by force."

This is why the two great magicians carefully considered the combinations of spells in the mythological rituals they chose.

The End of Blood originates from the legend of Cain, further intensifying the earth's aversion to Cain, and blends with the vampire's piercing legend, emphasizing restriction and secrecy. The subsequent Fallen Stars, on the other hand, originates from the scene of the Great Red Dragon being defeated by Michael, imbuing the falling stars with the power of judgment and order. Both originate from the biblical mythology system, respectively corresponding to the beginning and end of the mythology's story of humanity's first ancestors falling due to sin, and humanity's final judgment on the apocalypse for sin, forming a closed circle and amplifying the power of the magic.

As the aftershocks subsided, the monsters were scattered, a large number missing, but the people in the mansion became serious: "Only about half?"

These monsters somehow managed to find an opportunity, managed to gather together, and then used their own kind to withstand the massive magical impact, allowing many to survive.

"And, it even devoured its own kind and became slightly stronger?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka could easily see with her Eye of Karma that the remaining thousand or so monsters seemed to still have a level of red mist close to 2000.

Lisa's expression darkened slightly. She hadn't expected the results to be only mediocre. She waved her hand and said, "I'll go down with Bemuni first. The two people with depleted magic should go back to meditate as soon as possible. Also, there should still be some aura of the earth's destruction within them, which should further deplete their power."

Fujimaru Ritsuka said goodbye to them, then turned around and saw that everyone had already picked up their weapons and started shooting again.

Other changes have also occurred within the spatial maze.

The naughty children of the Dreamland have been released and are now facing off against the monsters with bewildered expressions.

Whether it was the disgusting, fat toad-like moon beast with tentacles, the winged, foal-like giant bird Byakki, the indiscriminate ghouls, or the other monsters summoned by Abigail, they all fought fiercely against the inferior Dead Apostles.

However, the situation was almost one-sided. Only amorphous liquid properties like Tekrily could hinder the monsters' physical attacks; the others only slightly delayed their progress.

The only one that Fujimaru Ritsuka was considering was the monsters summoned by the Dream Realm or Abigail. Their bodily fluids contained very little life force, which was not enough for the Dead Apostle army to replenish their life force.

At the same time, sniper armor-piercing rounds shot through the gaps in the space and towards the monsters in front of them. Even the members of the East City Group were firing their guns in a professional manner.

The main problem was the close proximity and the sheer number of enemies; any shot could hit them. However, even with bullets enchanted with materials that had proven particularly effective during previous reconnaissance, it still took an average of three to five shots to take down a single low-quality Dead Apostle.

Before long, the stockpile of bullets was running out.

Hidden among the group, the intelligent undead who had escaped the magical attack noticed the gunfire gradually subsiding and revealed smug smiles: Running out of bullets? That'll soon be our chance to unleash our power... Wait, why am I groaning again?

They were suddenly lifted high into the air, their limbs held tightly.

Seeing this, Fujimaru Ritsuka asked in a tone that suggested she was still half asleep: "I mean... even brainless, low-quality Dead Apostles can stage a coup? Does such a thing as a 'subordinate overthrowing superior' meme actually exist?"

Chapter 173, The White Princess Descends (6K1)

The concept of "gekokujo" (overthrowing one's superior) is a well-known specialty of Japan. From the Warring States period to modern times, examples of subordinates rebelling against their superiors are commonplace. But for Fujimaru Ritsuka, witnessing this scene was truly impactful.