A person is in Type-Moon, goes out, and then picks up an Outer God girl?

Regardless of whether the guy who kidnapped Tokiomi Tōsaka was Kotomine Kirei's Assassin or Nya Latotep, he decided to go and see who the other person was who kidnapped Tokiomi Tōsaka.

Of course, if he were facing Nyar Ratotep, he would be the first to surrender.

"Master... why are you expending so much energy on this matter? You should know... where the remaining Servants are..."

Van Gogh's sudden words surprised Duanmu Ye a little, because this kind of thing was obviously not something that Van Gogh would worry about before.

But rather than saying that she doesn't seem like someone who would worry about these things, it's better to say that she has never shown any intention of actively wanting to conquer those servants.

"There's only Saber, who lost her weapon, and Rider, who we're specifically restraining. The outcome of this Holy Grail War is practically certain. As for why I didn't rush to eliminate them..."

Duanmu Ye did not speak. As early as last night, after using the "Luoyan City Textbook" to summon "Gatanjiel", he noticed the changes in his body and mind.

Even the act of killing Kenneth was completely subconscious, and he had no such intention at all.

His body was becoming strange, and his mental state was changing. These things forced him to give up hunting down others. He used the explosion created by Emiya Kiritsugu to cover up his intention to retreat, which could also be a good source of fear for the remaining Servants present.

"Because I'm hungry!"

Duanmu Ye answered with a smile, and there was a hint of confusion in Van Gogh's wide eyes.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I've been busy with all sorts of things since yesterday afternoon, and I haven't had a good meal or anything..."

Duanmu Ye explained jokingly, but Van Gogh knew exactly what was going on.

Curses, overflowing curses, those curses that were like tentacles wrapped around Duanmu Ye popped up like mushrooms after a rain all the time. Even Duanmu Ye would unknowingly become the "same" thing as her because of these curses.

Although being able to truly become a normal Servant and carry out various activities made her feel happier than ever before, Van Gogh knew in his heart that his ability to become a normal Servant was not because he had escaped the curse in his spiritual base, but because someone was bearing that unimaginable curse for him.

"Duan...Duanmu..."

After a moment's silence, Van Gogh changed his address.

The few pedestrians on the street gave Duanmu Ye more time to respond to Van Gogh. In response to the latter's soft call, he also responded very gently.

"I'm here, is there anything you want to buy?"

Van Gogh, sitting on the side, had her head drooped, and the helmet on her head covered her cheeks, making it impossible to see her expression at the moment.

Van Gogh bit his lower lip lightly with his teeth, but he did not say what he wanted to say in the end. Instead, he paused for a moment and shook his head.

"Let's find Mr. Tokiomi quickly and go home, okay?"

"Almost there, wait a moment..."

Duanmu Ye was a little surprised by this response. Van Gogh seemed to be more clingy today than yesterday. Maybe it was his illusion, but it seemed that he had become more clingy to him than the day before.

To be honest, Duanmu Ye knew a little about the emotional entanglements between servants and masters. After all, FATE started out as a small-time porn drama, and the characters that could be promoted were not only Toosaka Rin, but also Artoria and Medusa, who were also servants.

Even though Van Gogh is a servant from the FGO worldview, it is precisely because of this that FGO, which celebrates Valentine's Day every year, has the greatest possibility of developing such a relationship.

In response, Duanmu Ye tightened his grip on the handlebars and sped up his pace towards the church.

On the zeroth day of the Holy Grail War, the huge crater caused by the battle with Gilgamesh had been paved with iron frames to create a road large enough for small vehicles to pass through. Driving his motorcycle casually across the shaking iron bridge, Duanmu Ye's eyes fell on the church that appeared in front of him as he turned the corner.

The gloomy and rainy city made the church, which should have been emitting a sacred light, covered with a layer of faint gray fog. This scene made Duanmu Ye's face darken slightly, and his heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

"What's wrong Duanmu?"

As the car stopped, Van Gogh, who got out of the car, noticed something unusual about Duanmu Ye and also noticed something wrong with the church.

As the two arrived, the heavy door of the church slowly opened, and the figure revealed inside was extremely cold and chilling.

But Duanmu Ye recognized the figure that came out, it was Yanfeng Lizheng!

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 13: Impure World Reincarnation? The Beginning of Van Gogh's Change (15/

"My friend, the church is currently closed to the public. If you wish to worship, please go elsewhere."

The person who emerged from the group, Yanfeng Li, was emitting a thick black aura, but the expressions of both Duanmu Ye and Van Gogh became extremely strange.

"Lancelot, go and give him a smack in the face."

Without any hesitation, the moment he saw Kotomine Risei, Duanmu Ye gave this order to Lancelot who had been following him.

The advantage of spiritualization is that it can carry out unexpected surprise attacks. Although the original appearance will be revealed during the attack, this does not prevent Lancelot, who is holding the Indestructible Lake Light and attacking Kotomine Rizheng, from having the slightest deviation.

As the strongest knight in Britain during the time of King Arthur, he possessed infinite martial arts training. Even if he was in an unspeakable frenzy, as long as he took out this sword, he would be able to display 100% of his sword skills before he was born. Even with such skills, even if he did not use the indestructible lake light, but just picked up a steel pipe from anywhere, there would be no possibility of him making any mistakes. As the strongest man of an era, Lancelot, who possessed infinite martial arts training, was like this.

The sword light flashing with dark blue arc passed by Kotomine Rizheng's neck in an instant. The next moment, Kotomine Rizheng, who walked out with his hands behind his back, stopped in place. Behind him stood a black knight who was much taller than him.

However, the neck severed by Lancelot's hands did not separate from the head because of the tilt of the head. Some tentacle-like threads connected the falling head, and on the almost perfect cross-section, not even a drop of blood spilled out.

"My friend, what are you doing? The church can tolerate all sins, but it is not a place where you can easily commit murder!"

Reaching out to pick up the fallen head, and then putting it back on his head again, Kotomine Rishen spoke calmly, and even at the moment when he finished speaking, he assumed the Baji Beng posture.

Beneath his layer of human skin, what Duanmu Ye saw was a corpse that had already decayed. The densely packed white dots crawling on his body were a symbol of life, and there was also some mud on his body due to the washing of rain.

"Lancelot, can you see?"

As if to confirm, he contacted Lancelot through telepathy, and the latter denied it without any hesitation.

He couldn't see Kotomine Risei's true appearance...

After receiving this answer, Duanmu Ye looked at Van Gogh beside her. What was reflected in her eyes was Yan Fengli's normal appearance. The fear she showed was also an extremely normal reaction.

"So... I'm the only one who can see it?"

Duanmu Ye frowned slightly, looking at Yanfeng Rizheng, who had obviously become a rotten corpse but was still moving, and his guess in his heart became even more certain.

"Finish him, Lancelot; he is already dead."

It wasn't about killing innocent people, but about sending Kotomine Risei off peacefully.

At first, Duanmu Ye thought that it was Nyar Latotep who had transformed into Kotomine Risei to face him, but he never thought that it was just a ghoul who was simply controlled. With the help of his body that had not been completely corrupted, he put on abilities similar to his "Faceless Walker" and appeared in front of him like a normal person.

There is no doubt that Yanfeng Lizheng is dead, and Duanmu Ye is not interested in who killed him.

Anyway, that wasn't him...

Lancelot stabbed Kotomine Risei's back with his sword with great skill, and as if remembering the previous scene, he pulled out the sword from his chest again, cut off his head, and blasted it into pieces with the power of magic.

After doing all this, Lancelot walked into the church first, followed closely by Duanmu Ye, who also walked in step by step holding Van Gogh's hand.

The cross statue of Jesus's suffering is still placed at the highest point of the church facing the gate, and the colorful glazed roof exudes a sacred glow the moment you step into it.

The seemingly unaffected church made Duanmu Ye's expression even more solemn. In his eyes, the light shining through the glazed roof was like living tentacles, continuously extending downwards. He had seen such a scene when he handed the Usum fruit to Kenneth.

Could it be that the one who killed Kenneth was not Usum, but Naya? !

As if he was trapped in some kind of puzzle with no real answer, Duanmu Ye did not fall into deeper thinking because he was almost certain that if he was facing the incarnation of Nyar Latotep, then the scene of being trapped in such a puzzle was exactly what he wanted to see.

But he couldn't do as he wished!

In this deserted church, apart from the tentacles of light and shadow constantly twisting above one's head, the heavy church door was slammed shut the moment one entered.

Such a scene seemed like a trap. If Duanmu Ye had not witnessed Gilgamesh's death with his own eyes and was sure that he could not be deader, he would have even thought that Tōsaka Tokiomi would walk out of the darkness on the side of the church and bring Gilgamesh, whom he had already thought was dead, to give him a big surprise.

"Ahh...it was such a long dream..."

The voice came from the darkness, but it was not the voice of Gilgamesh or Tōsaka Tokiomi. However, Duanmu Ye was very familiar with it. He didn't know who the person with that voice was.

The white figure dragged itself out of the darkness, and the distortion on its face remained unchanged. Its hideous expression even made Van Gogh utter a cry of surprise.

"Matō Kariya..."

The man he had killed at the very beginning reappeared before him as if he had been reborn from the dead world. There was incomparable hatred in his blood-filled eyes, and the hostility emanating from his body even intertwined with the overflowing magic power, turning into a ball of constantly twisting, substantial mist.

No, that's not right...

The Matou Kariya who walked out of the darkness at this moment was not the Matou Kariya in Duanmu Ye's memory. In other words, the Matou Kariya in front of him had no heartbeat. Like Kotomine Risei, he was a dead body covered with the appearance of his life, and appeared in front of him with the content of the individual "Matou Kariya".

"Duan...Duanmu..."

Van Gogh's voice came from behind, and the slightly trembling voice made Duanmu Ye know that she was afraid at the moment even without looking at her.

If you were a normal person, and a dead person you witnessed suddenly appeared in front of you intact, even Duanmu Ye would feel a little bit unbelievable for a moment.

Such a thing was really too unbelievable. Although he figured out the cause and effect at the first time, Duanmu Ye still found it a little difficult to understand the appearance of Matou Kariya.

Lancelot is in his hands, what use will Matou Kariya be of if he comes?

Send it again?

"Are you surprised? I've crawled back from hell!" A very ferocious smile appeared on Matou Kariya's face. In his hand, a ball of something wrapped in pitch-black mist suddenly appeared. It could be barely seen that it was some kind of card that was stuffed into the chest cavity where the heart should have been.

"And now, I'm going to drag you down to hell with me!"

"Fantasy Call!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Matou Kariya's body underwent a drastic change. Something like black mud continued to ooze out from his body from the inside out, gradually enveloping his entire body. Within a few breaths, the soft tissue with extremely strong plasticity transformed into a hard object like some kind of biological armor, enveloping his entire body.

As his posture changed, Duanmu Ye's expression became extremely subtle. At this moment, he couldn't help but want to complain about why the Heroic Spirit Cards from the next studio would appear in this orthodox Holy Grail War.

At this moment, the posture that Matou Kariya transformed into was not that of any other Servant, but that of Lancelot, whom Duanmu Ye was most familiar with, echoing the posture of Lancelot who was standing not far away.

Duanmu Ye did not intend to waste too much time on such a fake thing. As mentioned before, the next battle could be almost completely left to Lancelot, and he only needed to watch the show with Van Gogh on the side.

"It's time for you to come on stage, Lancelot..."

Despite such an order, Lancelot stood still, his voice accompanied by his puzzled gaze.

"My respected Master, I don't see any enemies. In this church... there are only us..."

As if he was doubting himself, Lancelot even paused and looked around several times. He almost confirmed what he said before continuing to speak.

At the same time, Van Gogh's voice came to her ears as she pulled the corner of her clothes.

"Duanmu...there's nothing here...why don't we go back?"

Nothing at all?

Duanmu Ye widened his eyes and looked at Matou Kariya who was still condensing some kind of living flesh-like "Indestructible Lake Light" in his hand and making a disgusting growl not far away. Duanmu Ye couldn't help but take a breath.

Is it really true that I am the only one who can see it, or is this actually some kind of illusion, or the result of mental interference?

Duanmu Ye was unable to confirm it, but the sword in Matou Kariya's hand had already reached his side.

Countless times of escaping death in battles had already trained Duanmu Ye to have the ability to dodge attacks with his mind, but the living sword expanded the moment he dodged.

He loosened his grip on Van Gogh's hand, and as he turned around to avoid Matou Kariya's sight, Duanmu Ye noticed some liquid sliding down his face.

"Duanmu...your face!"

"do not come!"

Just before Van Gogh was about to pounce on her, Duanmu Ye interrupted her and ordered Lancelot to protect Van Gogh.

"I see... Her name is Van Gogh? It seems she's the child you want to protect... If so, let me take you all to hell!"

Matou Kariya's voice appeared like a ghost, and while exchanging positions with Lancelot, he took the Indestructible Lake Light from his hand.

The dark blue light emitted by the three-foot sword crossed the space and cut off the sword of living flesh that was stabbing at Van Gogh, but the one that Matou Kariya had was not one of them.

The next moment after the obstruction, the tentacles that stretched out like strips of cloth fluttering behind Lancelot were all made of the flesh and blood of Matou Kariya without exception. Under the splattered blood, a very horrific gash appeared on his back. On the tentacles that stretched out from the gaps between his ribs, there was an undamaged lake light.

Van Gogh wanted to touch Duanmu Ye who was waving the sword in her hand, but Lancelot, who was protecting her tightly behind her, did not waver at all. At this moment, Van Gogh noticed that the sunflower command seal on Duanmu Ye's arm was missing a leaf.

The flower stem that clearly had two leaves now only had one left, and the blurred red mark on the other side was proof that the Command Seal had been used.

Could it be that... the order just now was given using a Command Seal? !

Van Gogh widened her eyes. At this moment, she already knew what had happened, but no matter how she explained to Lancelot, the latter remained unmoved.

Clearly, his outstretched hand was only a palm's distance away from being able to touch Duanmu Ye, but, unfortunately, it was just such a short distance that he couldn't achieve it...

More and more bloodstains gradually appeared on Duanmu Ye's face, and his bloodshot eyes seemed to have fallen into some kind of hysterical madness.

At this moment, in Duanmu Ye's eyes, he who was protecting Van Gogh firmly behind him was facing a Lancelot who was in an even more crazy state, the Matou Kariya version, who had more than a dozen indestructible lake lights.

Every attack he made was aimed at hurting Van Gogh, and every action he took was aimed at getting close to Van Gogh. Duanmu Ye could sense Van Gogh's restlessness behind him, but the roar coming from somewhere covered up the sound of Van Gogh that reached Duanmu Ye's ears.

"That's enough! Isn't it just what you wanted to see in pain? Are you satisfied now?"

The palm that was stretched out towards Duanmu Ye with almost all its strength underwent some changes. The fair skin began to turn blue from the fingertips, and then the fingers, palm, and even the entire forearm turned into cool blue and white.

Amidst his almost hysterical shouts, Van Gogh's outstretched hand kept stretching and stretching, like the tentacles of a jellyfish, and in the midst of his shouts, it entangled Duanmu Ye, who was gradually moving away from him.

At this moment, Duanmu Ye, who had stabbed the card of Wuhuidihuguang into Matou Kariya's chest, regained consciousness. Matou Kariya seemed to have never appeared, with only the longsword in his hand hanging in the air...

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 84: If the opponent is him, it might be a little tricky...