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

Weber: ???

"Rider! Do you think it's possible to play games at a time like this?!"

With the help of telepathy, Waver Velvet repeated this reminder in his mind to Iskandar, who did not respond at all, but Iskandar did not answer.

Even Caster, under such close questioning, did not make any offensive plans, but he also did not engage in any communication.

Silence... a deathly silence... Even the commotion of people cleaning the house around them became quiet in this silence, and gradually faded away from Waver Velvet's ears.

Immediately, he heard Iskandar's laughter.

"I see. In that case, I'll take it as your agreement!"

At this moment, Weber Velvet realized that it was not because there was something wrong with his ears that he could not hear the commotion and agitation, but because the people and things that made the sounds disappeared without a trace at this moment, even the clerk who had previously talked to Iskandar disappeared.

He continued to follow Iskandar back to the store that sold game cartridges. Iskandar inserted the cartridge into the computer that was still working. Iskandar, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, did not start playing immediately, but responded to Weber's previous reminder through telepathy in his mind.

"Kid, with my strength, it won't take long for me to clear the level. In the meantime, go ask him something you want to know. If he's willing to respond..."

Iskandar's words were a sudden revelation to Waver Velvet. Tears of emotion welled up in his eyes, and the next moment, he became resolute.

But when Waver Velvet just stood up and wanted to turn around to go to where Caster was, he found that Caster, who should have been some distance away from him, was standing behind him, almost in close contact with him.

His legs gave way as he fell to the ground. Waver Velvet's eyes widened in pain, a tinge of fear rising from the close proximity of the figure in yellow. After falling, he looked up at the figure's cloak. Beneath the cloak, where his head should have been, lay an entire starry sky...

How could there be a starry sky on a person's face?

How could there be a starry sky on a person's body?

Countless crazy questions popped up in Webber Velvet's mind like mushrooms after rain, but were soon suddenly cut off.

The breathing he had forgotten due to thinking became normal the moment this feeling disappeared. Waver Velvet lowered his head, greedily inhaling the cold air, but he did not dare to look up to see Caster's face.

Duanmu Ye, who took the initiative to cut off this crazy mental pollution, was speechless. He just wanted to see how good Iskandar was at playing video games. He never expected that Weber Velvet would suddenly stand up and see what he looked like under his hood.

As someone who bears the power of Hastur, the noble prince of wind, Duanmu Ye is extremely clear that he can almost be regarded as Hastur's incarnation walking on the surface. Therefore, all the contents related to Hastur will be placed on himself without any reservation at this moment. While looking through the faceless face, he will be cursed by the yellow seal, which is the source of madness, but he will also be affected by the deep starry sky formed by part of the power from Nyar Latotep in his body.

Duanmu Ye had never used it, but that inherent skill was always manifested passively, as if to bring the most direct mental confusion to those who looked directly at him, or perhaps to use this characteristic to spread his shadow on everyone who saw his face, and then spread it further to the surroundings through them, until the whole world was filled with his believers again.

Compared with the former, Duanmu Ye believed more that Nayya Latotep must have continued to give himself strength with this idea in mind at this moment. As he said, he initially just wanted to see himself struggling for survival, but the uncontrollability at this moment was also a result that made him happy.

After putting on the mask of the Yellow King with a sigh, thus cutting off the influence of Nyar Latotep on Waver Velvet, Waver Velvet also made a question after a slight adjustment.

"you know me?"

The question was so awkward right at the start that even though Duanmu Ye wanted to answer, he fell silent.

Of course, Duanmu Ye did not answer, whether it was Iskandar's question just now or at this moment, Duanmu Ye, who firmly believed that the more he talked, the lower his status would be, and the more he talked, the lower his threat index would be, did not respond, although he was still a little speechless because of Weber's question.

Weber Velvet, who did not give up, changed the question, and Duanmu Ye chose to respond after thinking about it.

"You...are from the future?"

The wind gently rustled against Waver Velvet's cheeks, a faint whisper whispering in his ear. The unclear words seemed to repeat a single word...

--Yes

Is he really from the future?!

Waver was stunned. The fact that a Servant from the future could know every detail of this Holy Grail War and that he seemed to know all the details of this Holy Grail War since Day Zero could also be explained enough.

But if he really was a Servant from the future, then it would be impossible to find a way to defeat him by searching for his true name. If he wasn't defeated, both Iskandar and himself would die at his hands...

Therefore, Weber Velvet decided to find some loopholes about Caster's identity by asking him questions. After all, since he was willing to answer the question he had just asked, he would definitely answer this question.

"Do you and I have any relationship in the future?!"

This was the question he wanted to ask the most, but it made Duanmu Ye stunned again.

Ever since he started to come into contact with the participants of the Holy Grail War, his identity seemed to be changing all the time. The Pharaoh mentioned by Zouken Matou could be explained by the incarnation of Nyarlathotep, and the black magician of the Age of Gods mentioned by Kenneth could be explained by mobilizing the power of the water priest and using the "Luoyan City Textbook". Duanmu Ye could even admit that he was from the future. After all, 2024 was indeed the future that could not be further into the future for 1994 at this moment.

But is there any relationship between him and Waver Velvet...

Duanmu Ye was speechless, but he still responded because Iskandar was about to finish the game. Those strategic games created by modern people were child's play for Iskandar, the King of Conquerors who had conquered a considerable amount of land. Therefore, as the last communication with Weber Velvet before the war, Duanmu Ye responded to his questions without any hesitation.

"..."

Webber Velvet's eyes widened, and sweat soaked his back the moment the cold wind blew across his cheeks again.

"Yes......"

"What's the relationship?"

Even though he knew that Caster, who had answered his two questions, would not answer this one, Waver Velvet still kept repeating the same question, as if he had fallen into some kind of crazy obsession. At this moment, Waver Velvet was afraid, afraid that he would actually come into contact with such a strange guy in the future.

When will it be? Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? Next year? Or even later?

Waver Velvet didn't care at all about the fact that he would definitely survive this Holy Grail War. Instead, he was terrified that he would come into contact with such a strange creature before his death...

He...can't accept...

Just before Waver Velvet was about to collapse from thinking, Iskandar's big hand was placed on his shoulder, putting an end to his thoughts.

Iskandar, who had taken off his T-shirt and put on his battle robe at some point, looked solemn.

In this illusion created by Caster, there seemed to be no need to worry about issues that might harm passersby, but from the very beginning, Iskandar was prepared for a desperate fight, using his strongest Noble Phantasm as a prelude to the battle with Caster, the most difficult opponent in this Holy Grail War!

Iskandar drew his dagger from his waist, and magical wind and thunder began to swirl around him. But before the manifestation of his mind could begin, Iskandar heard the voice of Waver Velvet from behind him.

"I give this command with the Command Seal, Rider, recover your full strength and fight!"

It did not stop there. As the trace of the second Command Spell became blurred, the third Command Spell flashed red the next moment.

"I give this command with the Command Seal, Rider, go and defeat Caster and win for me, for your long-cherished wish!"

An even more majestic aura shattered the game store into pieces in an instant, accompanied by the sound of cattle hooves trampling in the sky. Iskandar had never shown such an incomparably heroic and arrogant expression as he did at that moment.

"Very good! Come and fight. For the glory of you and me, complete this journey to the final conquest!"

Water, Wind, and Flower: Chapter 101: Now, Iskandar is about to fight his last battle!

The yellow sand swept over, serving as the stage for the final battle. Duanmu Ye had to admit that Iskandar definitely had his own selfish motives in retaining his strength.

On the sand dunes, tens of thousands of stone sculptures are buried in the yellow sand, standing tall on the sand dunes, serving as the dividing line between Chu and Han, separating him from Iskandar.

"Everything turned to stone... How could this happen?!"

After completely using the last Command Seal, Waver was not abandoned by Iskandar in the illusion. He was also brought to the embodiment of the mind, a microcosm of the Conqueror's life called "The King's Army". He did not notice that he was also brought here, but saw the petrified Macedonian soldiers who had not participated in it before and had not seen them.

Iskandar, who was riding on the Bucephalus, looked calm, as if he had known about this for a long time, and was not moved by Weber's reminder.

"They are all warriors who fought against monsters with their own bodies, and I will always remember their names!"

Through Iskandar's eyes, Weber Velvet heard many names he had never heard before. There was no sound, but through the lip shapes, he could firmly believe that those special lip shapes were the abbreviations of the names.

He once again cast his gaze upon the many stone statues that separated him and his companions from Caster. Perhaps due to the connection with the contract with Iskandar, or perhaps for some other reason, Waver could sense that the Macedonian soldiers who had been turned into stone were still alive. Their bodies had simply become silicon-based substances, but their brains, which symbolized their souls and consciousness, had not also turned into stone heads.

In other words, the soldiers who had fought together against the monster summoned by Caster had been turned into stone statues that could not be restored. They were clearly alive, but there was no way to restore them. Even though this was among Iskandar's Noble Phantasms, that giant nautilus monster was able to cheat by ignoring the rules...

After realizing this, Waver Velvet's face darkened.

At this moment, he finally understood why Rider stopped using this power after last night's battle. Such a trump card should have been a sure-win move that could crush all conflicts, but it encountered something that he had to avoid.

"Rider...what do you think our chances of winning are?"

Waver Velvet frowned and spoke seriously while thinking, asking Iskandar beside him.

Among the tens of thousands of troops gathered behind him, there were strategists with brilliant minds like the royal secretary Eumenes, and leaders with unique insights and judgments like the guard officer Ptolemy...

However, at this moment, those who gathered behind Iskandar chose to remain silent and did not interrupt Weber Velvet's questioning of Iskandar.

A solemn atmosphere permeated the air. Everyone's face bore wounds of varying degrees, but their eyes held the same spirit. Similarly, Waver Velvet's eyes also held that same light...

"Chances of winning..."

Iskandar looked down at Weber, who was holding onto the reins of Bucephalus tightly due to excessive tension. His face did not show much emotion.

Although it seems that making some pre-war mobilization speeches at this time can better inspire the morale of the army, it is obvious that at this moment he does not think that he can easily defeat Caster.

In order to drive the monster to the center of the ocean, he had been so far away from the crowd that he had already suffered an unprecedented loss of his trump card. Even if only one-eighth of his troops were lost, that still meant more than ten thousand soldiers following him...

He personally led the army in the expulsion, and witnessed with his own eyes the soldiers who charged into battle with him being mercilessly beaten into a bloody mist and smashed into pieces of flesh by the tentacles. He even inadvertently caught a glimpse of the monster's true appearance up close, and it turned into a relatively "living" stone statue.

Such a setback will not make Iskandar lose the will to continue conquering. He will not, and the warriors who follow him and respond to the call at this moment will not!

Sixty to seventy thousand to one person, this overwhelming situation seemed like a waste of talent, but Iskandar knew full well that Caster, who could summon a monster like that at any moment, had almost completely restrained his own Noble Phantasm, restrained all his abilities...

Suddenly, Iskandar smiled as if he had thought of something. That smile was full of confidence and relief.

From the very beginning, he overlooked an important piece of information. The reason why Caster had always been in a passive position was that he seemed to be creating the illusion for himself and others that they would win if they took the initiative, and thereby believed that they could gain hope of victory. But in fact, every time, Caster would ruthlessly shatter these taken-for-granted views at the most critical moment, thus turning the hope of victory into boundless despair.

His own Noble Phantasms, whether it was the thunder of the Divine Chariot or the numerical suppression of the King's Army, could all be precisely restrained by that Caster. His strange winds avoided his divine thunder, and the monsters summoned by his strange magic defeated his army. Even though he had passionately mobilized everyone, without grasping the most critical point, the final result was entirely a wedding dress for creating greater despair for that Caster.

He was clearly the active party, but became the passive party after coming into contact with Caster. The feeling of powerlessness and fear brought about by this far exceeded Iskandar's belief that this was the limit that an ordinary human being could bear. Kenneth's ending was the best embodiment of this idea.

Among the tens of thousands of troops that appeared here at his summons, all of them were warriors who lived and died. They never feared their own death, never feared their own death, and regarded dying on the battlefield as a soldier's honor. What could terrify them, what could terrify them, was never death, but the "unknown", the "unknown fear" brought about by Caster's bewitching and mental manipulation.

"Minister, have you forgotten what you just said to me?"

Iskandar smiled. Although this thought was a bit arrogant, he believed that he was probably the first and only person in this Holy Grail War who had guessed Caster's secret.

In response to this question, a look of understanding also appeared on Waver Velvet's face.

Perhaps, there were many coincidences in the reason for summoning Iskandar, but during this period of time, Weber Velvet was able to know what Iskandar was thinking through some small actions. Even without any communication, such a thing could be done easily, just like now.

The reins that were clenched tightly due to anxiety and tension loosened in a moment, and the hands that gradually dropped down were met by eyes that slowly rose up, with the same determined look as that of the soldiers behind.

"Go, Rider, fulfill the promise we made... Go and beat that Caster to a pulp!"

Iskandar laughed heartily at the child's angry words. In this mental landscape without any shelter, on the plains covered by the scorching sun and dancing hot sand, King Iskandar of Conquerors laughed heartily and raised the dagger in his hand high above his head.

"O warriors, who are not equal to ten thousand men! We shall wage an unjust conquest, a clash of the many against the few!"

"But don't be careless. Don't underestimate the man they sent! He's the embodiment of fear, the embodiment of the unknown! Keep in mind the image of us rushing through this together. Don't let that scoundrel use despicable means to make you lose your way in this wind and sand. Don't let that scoundrel use despicable means to make you swing your weapons against your compatriots!"

The information exchanged with Saber allowed Iskandar to make an absolute analysis at this moment. He did not think that his decision would be wrong. At least compared to all the servants who had come into contact with Caster before, the decision he made would definitely bring him a certain chance of winning, rather than giving away his life in vain like them.

After hearing these words, the army, which had not yet fully recovered from the previous battle, suddenly broke out into an unprecedented upsurge. Waves of shouting were like waves, making it difficult for Weber Velvet's ears to bear.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Everyone was prepared to die. After all, they were all souls who had died on the expedition or in history, and were given the name of heroes to appear here.

They are not afraid of dying again because they have the king's guidance, so they are not afraid of any disasters or obstacles, and are not afraid of any evil spirits!

Witnessing all this, Duanmu Ye breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had long since left the Trinity state, at this moment, with half of Usum's power, he still chose to give up the idea of ​​dominating Iskandar.

Compared to the arrogant Gilgamesh and the overly perfect Arthur Pendragon, the more humane King of Conquerors was the one who suited his taste the most.

Using the power of the outer gods to desecrate his heroism really made Duanmu Ye feel a little difficult to do. Although he was fully capable of dominating Iskandar at this moment and then giving Weber Velvet a big surprise, he finally decided to give Iskandar a relatively decent ending.

Cthulhu's power has been inherited by Van Gogh, although this is only the most superficial level. As long as Van Gogh is willing, she can also use the power of the other two Outer Gods.

But whether it was Van Gogh who resisted using this power, or Duanmu Ye who was also unwilling to truly become a monster like an outer god, they were both trying to avoid being contaminated by more curses and being infected by more madness.

Therefore, ideas such as using the power of the R'lyeh Text to summon the phantom of Ghatanothoa again, using the power of the Flower Demon Usum to spread the seeds of domination, using the power of Hastur, the Nobleman of the Wind, to incarnate a distant reveler who is capable of leaving everyone far behind... and so on, which could be used to slowly torture Iskandar and Weber Velvet, were unilaterally vetoed by Duanmu Ye.

Just like when Gilgamesh and Iskandar were playing chess, when Gilgamesh saw such a spiritual landscape, he chose to take out the sword of separation and use his strongest treasure to see Iskandar off. At this moment, the heat on the yellow sand also gradually increased.

Iskandar, who led the charge, sensed something strange in the air. It was a flow of magic power that did not belong to any he had ever encountered. It even corresponded to the frequency of the already scorching sun in the sky. It was constantly heating up at this moment, causing some extremely obvious abnormalities in this inherent barrier constructed by his mind.

It was no longer something unknown, nor was it a summon that brought fear. What appeared at this moment was something that already existed...

—The red sun...

The scorching sunlight burned every bit of yellow sand on the ground like a completely burning charcoal fire. Just a few meters ahead, soldiers fell down because their water (magic power) was evaporated.

The cold wind that kept blowing did not bring a trace of coolness. On the contrary, under the scorching sunlight, everything seemed to become blurred in sight. Iskandar, who continued to rush in the front with the belief in his heart, narrowed his eyes.

The figure that appeared before his eyes was no longer the one dressed in yellow. Completely engulfed in flames, Caster looked like a sun set on the ground in his hazy vision. However, there was clearly another sun in the sky as well...

Iskandar fell down... It wasn't because he was exhausted as the magic power entrusted to him evaporated under such scorching heat, but because his mount, Bucephalus, was tortured by the high temperature and fell to the ground under the heavy burden.

Iskandar didn't hesitate at all. The moment he got up from the ground, his tall figure tore off his robe, followed by his wrist guards, armor, and even underwear...

Iskandar abandoned everything that would increase his sense of heat, just to be able to withstand the inhuman heat and reach the burning Caster.

The dagger held high was within reach, but Iskandar's size had shrunk by more than half compared to the beginning.

"How could you hold on until now?"

A human voice came from the front, but at this moment Iskandar had lost all vision, and even his last hearing was about to disappear.

But he could sense that there was no one behind him at this moment. The Macedonian troops who had charged forward with him had, without exception, given up the possibility of continuing forward in such a high temperature that evaporated the magic power, and thus transferred their remaining magic power to him, which allowed him to reach this point...