In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

The wind angel continued its actions, the blue wind kept blowing, each gust carrying a powerful purifying force, quickly dispelling the black mist completely.

"That makes things much easier."

Luo Wei raised his hand that was covering his nose, a faint smile appearing on his face.

Then, seemingly sensing his thoughts, the earth angel and fire angel began to perform their respective actions.

The Earth Angel Uriel swung the elemental sword in his hand, symbolizing the weight of the earth, and plunged it directly into the ground beneath his feet. The muddy land was immediately covered with soil and stones, forming a solid and dry stone road.

The fire angel Michael seemed to be disgusted by this labyrinthine thorn garden. He swung his flaming sword and swept it forward, instantly burning the surrounding roses and thorns to ashes in the holy fire, turning them into countless sparks that quietly drifted down beside Lovi.

In a mere instant, this unique barrier, comparable to that of Fuhailin Anashu, was completely destroyed by the three archangels working together.

Rita, who had been so confident of victory and had an extremely arrogant expression, was completely stunned when she saw these four monsters who completely ignored her as the master of the barrier and directly modified the inherent barrier with absolute power.

She gritted her teeth, channeling all her magic power to try and quickly repair the courtyard. However, the holy fire ignited by Michael was destroying things far faster than she had imagined. No matter how hard she tried to repair it, the entire enchanted barrier couldn't keep up with the flames' destructive power. Then, even the thorn seeds growing in the soil couldn't sprout new roses to help repair things because Raphael had altered the ground; they were left to continue their relentless destruction.

Seemingly realizing that his companions all had their own things to do, and that being idle himself seemed rather unpleasant, the last archangel suddenly vanished.

"……What?!"

Before Rita could react, several surging, deep blue ocean currents suddenly rose from beneath her feet, followed by massive water columns that coalesced into an immense pressure as they crashed down from the sky, catching her completely off guard. The immense force of the water washed over the ground beneath her feet, along with the courtyard that had been reduced to ashes.

Using the falling water droplets, Luo Wei wiped his sleeves and continued forward.

When the dust settled, a huge crater appeared not far in front of him. Moreover, it looked regular and well-shaped, not like an irregular crater caused by an explosion, but more like a concrete road that had collapsed under the weight of the explosion.

At that moment, a massive column of water descended from the sky like a colossal pillar supporting the heavens, carrying immense force as it roared towards the ground. Below, Rita's figure knelt in the very center, her limbs and body pressed firmly to the ground by the immense pressure. Even the rose-colored dress she had just donned was now shredded beyond recognition by the water blades, completely torn apart once more. However, this time, what was revealed was no longer the perfect body that had previously captivated and driven mad by the opposite sex, but rather pieces of flesh and blood, slashed beyond recognition by the water blades, resembling the ancient torture of 'lingchi' (death by a thousand cuts), her entire body enduring excruciating pain.

The raging water continued to wash over him, his wounds kept widening, and blood kept flowing uncontrollably.

Even though the Ancestor of the Dead Apostles possesses unparalleled immortality and regenerative abilities, he would still feel fear and pain in the face of such endless torment.

If it weren't for her abundant magic power and strong physical recovery ability, her entire body would probably have been cut into a pool of blood by the water blades released by Gabriel, instead of being in this state of life and death.

Soon, the four angels, having completed all of this, finally finished their respective tasks—dispelling the black mist, sealing off the ground, destroying the courtyard, and suppressing the true culprit.

Their figures returned to behind Rowe, remaining still and awaiting further instructions from him.

Although their expressions remained unchanged, enemies of this caliber clearly did not force them to unleash their true power, nor did they even pose a threat. From the moment they appeared, the battle was an overwhelming massacre.

The four archangels symbolize the elements that make up the world.

The true miracles of the era after the gods' departure have manifested, and at present, this is only the initial step. Once this spell is fully completed, its value will be no less than the five great magics that this world possesses.

At the same time, this is also the true trump card that Luo Wei has been hiding, and the right path he has chosen to embark on.

"Didn't you want me to prove my bravery and wisdom? I've proven it to you now. Is there anything else you'd like to add?"

Looking at Rita Rosian, who was completely immobilized by the water blades and could only alternate between being slowly tortured and self-repairing, Luo Wei couldn't help but think of that rabbit-fox in the Qin Dynasty who, because of her mischievousness, was bound by the First Emperor's immortal arts and was constantly subjected to slow torture.

At least Rita's current state is quite similar to Koyanskaya's.

They all belong to the category of those who, while being imprisoned, would have just regained a little strength and flesh before being directly sliced ​​off by the water blades. This would cause them to rapidly deplete their strength in order to recover their bodies, leaving them forever in a state where they could barely survive but were powerless to resist.

Shaking his head slightly, Rowe leaned down to look at the Dead Apostle Ancestor in front of him, who was so suppressed that he didn't even have the strength to speak. Then he gently raised his hand, signaling Gabriel to reduce his strength. He really wanted to hear this loser's words.

"Hey, weren't you just proud of this Reality Marble that you plagiarized from Fuhailin Anashu and took a shortcut? Didn't you also laugh at me for not having a Reality Marble? Hmm, you're right, I really don't have any ideas about Reality Marbles at the moment, but..."

"Did my four archangels catch your eye? And why does your Reality Marble seem a little... fragile?"

Lovi crouched down and mocked Rita Rojaan mercilessly, who was unable to move like a drowning dog.

If he didn't still retain some aristocratic manners, he would have wanted to give this arrogant lady a performance right now, saying something like, "I just wanted to see that expression on your face."

I really don't understand what's so arrogant about a Reality Marble that's stolen from Fuhailin Anashu in both its core and framework. Can something like this really be considered an extension and manifestation of one's own magical path?

Moreover, a counterfeit is ultimately just a counterfeit; it merely borrows the seed of another, and isn't even a fruit. Therefore, Rita's Reality Marble only imitates the form and approximation of Fuhailin Anashu.

Although it also possesses abilities such as absorbing magic, rapid repair, and autonomous predation, its power is far inferior to that of the original owner. If the real Fuhailin Anashu were here, unless the Crimson Heart within it were attacked, it would be absolutely impossible to forcibly destroy it like it did with Rita's Reality Marble.

Therefore, it is clear which of the two is superior.

Not all magicians can defeat the real thing with a fake like Shirou Emiya.

"you……"

Having suffered such humiliation and harm, Rita Rojaan's last shred of self-respect must have been completely shattered.

Just then—

"Damn it! Where did these four bastards come from?!"

Having regained some strength, the beautiful woman, seemingly possessed by a demon, lay soaking wet on the ground, letting out a defiant cry.

Those eyes, once as bright and beautiful as jewels, were now filled with extreme anger and humiliation. Bloodshot eyes stared at Luo Wei with resentment, veins bulging on her forehead and her expression contorted, completely ruining her original beauty.

At this moment, Rita Rojaan's defenses were undoubtedly broken.

She tried to stand up again as the water pressure Gabriel had created decreased, and lunged at Rowe in a desperate attempt to escape.

However, it is a pity.

Before she could even move, four archangels appeared behind her on their own, and without any politeness, stomped her into the ground, making her swallow a mouthful of mud, not allowing her to make the slightest disrespectful move towards their master.

The so-called palace is nothing more than a degraded sacred place.

In this sacred realm that covers the entire bounded barrier, he himself is an all-knowing and all-powerful sovereign, and the four angels are the best guardians loyal to God. How could they possibly allow Rita to overstep her bounds in the slightest?

Therefore, this is impossible, absolutely impossible.

No matter how much she roared or exerted force, her controlled body remained completely still.

This is not just a difference in magic power and physical strength. For these four beings who symbolize the four elements, things beyond the laws of physics are completely useless. The only functional barrier on her body has been destroyed by them, and the Rose Eye has been completely shut down due to excessive consumption.

"Don't waste your energy. You are the progenitor of the Dead Apostles, symbolizing a vampire, at most moving closer to the demonic path of corruption. But these four are special beings symbolizing divine power. Even the 'innocent monster,' Count Dracula, or the progenitor Cain, are not qualified to be compared to the four archangels in the Bible and various stories. At most, they are comparable to, for example, the reincarnation of Van Helsing. Therefore, their suppression of you is unimaginably immense, and continuing to struggle is futile."

"And as you can see, these are my other four familiars."

Luo Wei slowly stood up, then dusted himself off and casually said to her.

Because Raphael helped him recover from his injuries and Gabriel washed away the blood and dust, Rowe was in exceptionally good condition, just like when he first came out. If it weren't for Rita, who was pinned to the ground, serving as a reference point between the two, one would never guess that he had just been through a fierce battle.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Why? Why is this happening? How can you command such a being? This is completely illogical!!"

"The Four Archangels, the embodiment of the Sanctuary, who do you think you are? A god? A holy son? What virtue or ability do you possess to deserve such support?! Why hasn't your soul been devoured? And now you still dare to define me here. You're just like those hypocritical scoundrels in the Holy Church, making me feel utterly disgusted!!"

Rita Rojaan lay on the ground, screaming hysterically. Even though the four angels had pressed her body firmly into the ground, she continued to struggle. Because her limbs were unable to move, she could only slam her forehead against the ground and continue to scream hysterically.

Just from her crazy appearance, Luo Wei couldn't help but think that this madwoman really did have mental problems.

They could at least pretend to be elegant before, but once their defenses crumbled, they simply stopped pretending altogether.

But upon closer reflection, her behavior seems quite reasonable.

After all, she had been plotting against Aozaki Touko ever since she learned of her return to the Western European magic scene. She even personally sent an invitation and used the Mystic Eyes that Aozaki Touko desired as bait to lure her over. To ensure everything went smoothly, this founder of the Dead Apostles even went so far as to personally carry out the plan, just to guarantee its success. However, a magician far more sinister than Aozaki Touko and a priest acting as her proxy suddenly appeared, ruining her brilliant plan.

The theft of the Demon Eye caused chaos, leading to the power outage and a coordinated attack on her, turning what was originally a battle on their home turf into a massive free-for-all.

To ensure the successful killing of both of them, he dispatched a high-ranking Dead Apostle to hold off the priest who might cause trouble. Then, seizing the opportunity, he used his Reality Barrier to isolate the only threat to him—the Flame Giant—and pulled the weak magician, Rowe, into his domain to fight.

And then... she had clearly done her best and done everything she was supposed to do.

Next, the development should have been about savoring the despair of the enemy in one's own world, indulging oneself to the fullest, and finally reaping the fruits of victory.

But, but—

But at the last moment, the opponent summoned four more familiars of the same level—four of them!

Four angels who should never have appeared reappeared in this world in a way she could never have imagined, plunging her from the peak of hope into the abyss of despair. The overwhelming power they displayed left her no chance of turning the tide.

This made her realize that the guy in front of her didn't consider her a formidable enemy at all. Everything Luo Wei had done before was just him toying with her. Like the high and mighty gods of ancient Greece, he constantly set trials for heroes and mortals, then looked down on humanity as they struggled like ants in their predicaments, pleasing himself in the process.

She was undoubtedly the ant being toyed with, and all her dignity was being crushed bit by bit in Luo Wei's hands, which made her feel extremely angry and painful.

In battle, life and death, victory and defeat are all normal occurrences.

She was the one who started it, so even if she failed, it was because she was less skilled. She would naturally admit defeat and accept her fate.

The winner takes all, the loser eats dust—this is an age-old truth.

In her battles with old friends, she had suffered defeats more than once or twice.

Furthermore, due to her youthful arrogance, she offended both Eltrauge and the White Winged Princess, and paid a considerable price for it.

However, due to the near-absolute immortality of the Ancestor of the Dead Apostles, it is difficult for her to even voluntarily die. Even if the Holy Church's burial agency defeats a certain Ancestor of the Dead Apostles, it cannot completely kill her and can only resort to sealing her away.

Therefore, Rita believes that it doesn't matter if Lovi kills her.

There is a backup of my own heart in my castle. As long as the original body is completely killed, the backup heart will start beating and gradually come back to life.

By then, if she can endure another few thousand years, she will surely be able to be resurrected.

For the founder of the Dead Apostles, death was nothing to fear.

What angered her was...

Lovina's posture was like a cat playing with a mouse.

She could have killed herself directly, or even given her time to release her own protective barrier.

If that were to happen, and she were killed in a fleeting moment, Rita Rojaan would at most lament the opponent's strength and talent, as well as her own bad luck, then accept it calmly, and never again be an enemy of Rovi, keeping her distance from him in the future.

However, she couldn't accept that after she had fought so hard and enthusiastically against Luo Wei, only to win after using all her trump cards, Luo Wei would just chuckle and say to her, "I was just playing around with you, why did you take it so seriously?" Such absurd words, and she immediately moved on to the second stage.

It made her realize that what she had just fought against with all her might was not even a tenth of what the other party was capable of, and that it was all just to tease her and to see her struggle.

How could I possibly accept something like this?!

Is it a god?

Or is it that damned fate again?!

Who exactly are you?!

Staring intently at Lovi's figure, Rita felt as if she were seeing the legendary supreme figure who looked down on everything.

He walked through the world, appeared before her, and gave her what she called punishment.

Rita Rojaan intended to say something, to utter some more vicious curses, but the high and mighty figure clearly had lost interest in continuing to play along with her, and directly ordered the figures behind him who had been tormenting her to issue new commands.

“Gabriel, do it. Dismember her and seal her with a water sphere so that not a single drop of blood can escape. Such rare experimental subjects as the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostles are not often seen. Just continuing the research that Aleister didn’t finish and exploring the true weaknesses of this race is a good thing.”

"Moreover, compared to treasures like gem-grade magic eyes, I actually feel that you, as the progenitor of this generation of Dead Apostles, are much rarer. If I took you back and modified you a bit, you might be more suitable as a family heirloom. So, how about it? Are you interested in joining the Crowley family, Miss Rita?"

Lovi gave Rita Rogéan a gentle smile.

That's about all we've said. If we continue, the members of the Holy Church's burial agency will probably be here soon. Let's go out and check the situation first. Besides, we need to know that without our control, the Witch Hunter King will attack indiscriminately. If he goes out, he might end up in the vast ocean.