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

"Doesn't it count as helping me find the real Emperor?"

Yang Yuhuan was puzzled. She didn't have anything to ask for help. To be precise, her only need was to find the real emperor and live with him until old age in this life.

Everything she pursued was based on the "Son of Heaven". Before she found the true and destined reincarnation of the "Son of Heaven", she did not have any special ideas.

Duanmu Ye did not speak, and Yang Yuhuan pondered for a long time, then looked at the empty fruit plate.

"Speaking of which... trade must have been quite developed in this era, right? If so, then take me to see if there are any delicious fruits!"

Yang Yuhuan smiled, her girl-next-door temperament infinitely magnified at this moment. The light that emanated from her even made Duanmu Ye cover his eyes. It was so dazzling, so shining...

Van Gogh, who possessed the characteristics of a sunflower, naturally stared blankly, but soon he covered his eyes and fell to the ground in pain.

“Ah…ah?”

When he turned his head to avoid the light, Duanmu Ye saw it. He saw the scene of Van Gogh covering his eyes and falling to the ground in pain.

And where Van Gogh covered her hands, two balls of faint blue flames spread out from between her fingers, like branches ignited by flames. No matter how Van Gogh struggled, the faint blue flames showed no signs of going out.

Enduring the burning of the flames in his eyes, Duanmu Ye turned his gaze towards Yang Yuhuan. What should have been a dazzling divine light was now replaced by a strange will-o'-the-wisp fire, appearing around her, converging, and entwining...

The flames from Ketugeya seemed to have been summoned without Yang Yuhuan's knowledge. Even in Duanmu Ye's eyes, these flames seemed to be rising up to carry Yang Yuhuan to another place, and were constantly spreading above her.

He immediately took out the "R'lyeh Text" that he had been carrying with him. When he was not enveloped by the power of the "Noble Prince of the Wind", Duanmu Ye tried to summon something in the text as before.

But it seemed as if it had truly drawn a line between itself and him. The R'lyeh Text, which should have been easy to use, couldn't even summon a single stream of water. Even though Duanmu Ye didn't have any magic circuits in his body, the book actually generated magical power when used...

Duanmu Ye could not accept such a result. He recited the summoning spell over and over again. Whether it was Van Gogh who endured the severe pain without making any painful screams, or Yang Yuhuan who was in a panic because she was at a loss, their voices and movements seemed to remind him that he did not have much time to deal with the strangeness happening to them.

But just when the flames of Naktugeya were about to completely cover Yang Yuhuan's cheek, the summoning spell that Duanmu Ye had recited countless times finally had some response.

Black magic power continued to flow out from the center of the open book like ink, which was completely different from the dark purple magic power that emerged when it was used last time. Such a scene made Duanmu Ye extremely surprised, but he did not have any time to think about the reason for the difference.

In this picture, a black octopus wrapped around Van Gogh's head. Then, the inky black octopus changed its shape and became a black and opaque jellyfish, wrapping its tentacles around Van Gogh's head.

Duanmu Ye could clearly hear Van Gogh's slightly relieved sound. Even her hands that were covering her eyes were pulled out of the jellyfish's body and placed steadily on the ground. She looked extremely peaceful, lying on the ground extremely peacefully.

After dealing with the matter with Van Gogh, Duanmu Ye turned his gaze in the direction of Yang Yuhuan. The magic of "Cthulhu" did not end after completing what it was supposed to do. It was like an octopus wrapped around the hand, using the super suction power of a spring breeze elf to continuously stick the "R'lyeh Text" tightly to Duanmu Ye's hand.

Even in this situation where he couldn't get rid of it, the "octopus" was still using its tentacles to climb up continuously, as if it wanted to swallow it up, which made Duanmu Ye secretly amazed at this moment.

He could still use the power of Cthulhu, but just like the price he had to pay to gain power and knowledge, his current situation was the price he had to pay: to be devoured by it? Or to become a part of it?

Duanmu Ye had no idea what message the book was trying to convey at the moment. In order to prevent his mind from being disturbed, he had cleared all his thoughts early on. Even the sounds around him had caused him to have a considerable degree of tinnitus due to the power of "The Nobleman of the Wind" before he used the book "The R'lyeh Text".

At a moment when it was almost impossible to be interfered with, it was natural that the message it wanted to convey could not be heard, but Duanmu Ye did not have so much time to analyze what the book was about. Yang Yuhuan had not taught him the Five Elements Escape Technique yet. Even if it was just the most common Fire Escape, it was a spell that could travel quickly!

"Give me your hand!"

Less than half a second had passed since he cured Van Gogh and was entangled by the strangeness transformed by the "R'lyeh Text". Without any thought, Duanmu Ye stretched out his hand towards Yang Yuhuan, but was completely isolated by the dark blue flame.

The image reflected in the blue eyes made Yang Yuhuan's expression a little stagnant. The hands stretched out to her and the hands pushing her into the fire were overlapped to an incomprehensible degree. Even in Yang Yuhuan's eyes, around the hand stretched out by Duanmu Ye, there were hands of various sizes and shapes that were maintaining a pushing action.

There was no sound of burning or roasting flames in her ears. Yang Yuhuan covered her ears at this moment, but when her memory overlapped with the scene in front of her, the sound of countless curses and arguments continued to be transmitted to the depths of her mind through the hands covering her ears.

"Don't...don't..."

The scene of being engulfed by flames before death kept flashing before her eyes. Even though Yang Yuhuan closed her eyes, that scene kept flashing back in her mind and in front of her eyes.

She wasn't burned to death by the flames...

But there was indeed fire in her memory, a fire that had devastated the entire earth. It was a fire that had been ignited by her beauty, her sins, and her evil deeds, a fire of destruction...

At this moment, she was just like she was then, constantly shouting in her heart, "It's not her fault," "She just wanted to make Tang more prosperous," and other self-defense words that she never uttered until her death. She was constantly struggling, shouting, and resisting everything in the outside world.

For some unknown reason, the rising blue flames had already passed over Yang Yuhuan's face. Even the last bit of her hair disappeared completely after she lowered her head as if to escape...

Duanmu Ye's hands had been burned beyond recognition. Facing Cthugha's true form, he did not have the ability to summon him again. At this moment, due to the existence of the "R'lyeh Text", he could not use any of the abilities of the "Nobleman of the Wind". He could not even try to summon Cthugha in his body to be immune to such flames.

Just like an RPG game account, there can only be one at most in his body. It is completely impossible for multiple Outer Gods or Old Ones to exist at the same time.

At this moment, Duanmu Ye, who had no ability to recover, gritted his teeth, and his hand, which was almost burned to charcoal, was still constantly reaching into the flames.

"Emergency or something..."

Duanmu Ye gritted his teeth. To be honest, he was a little angry at the moment. He was about to obtain power beyond the Outer Gods, but he lost this opportunity in a very dramatic way.

Perhaps if he could rescue Yang Yuhuan from the flames, he could still learn about the Five Elements Escape Technique from her.

But if I let this ball of fire completely engulf her, and I pull her back at that time, will she still be the Yang Yuhuan who was chatting and laughing with me just now?

Duanmu Ye didn't know, he only knew that he must not let the flame close completely. Before it completely swallowed Yang Yuhuan, he had to drag Yang Yuhuan out of it and destroy it before the flame closed completely!

The hand that was constantly struggling to reach forward seemed to have reached its limit. When it could no longer move, it was immediately pulled out of the flames, and the hand that was attached with the magic of "Cthulhu" was put back into the flames.

"Just give me some pause!"

In an instant, the flames engulfed the inky octopus, and it let out a wail so miserable that it was impossible to describe in words.

Duanmu Ye's mouth curled up slightly as he watched the inky octopus wrapped around his palm being devoured by flames. The exposed hand reached a place it had not touched before, and as if it had felt something, it grabbed the curled wrist.

The hot body trembled slightly when it was touched again, but just when Duanmu Ye was rejoicing that he had finally touched Yang Yuhuan, he suddenly looked up and found that the flame had been extinguished at some point.

The next moment, Duanmu Ye only felt that there was some degree of displacement inside his body. Both his internal organs and bones were twisted into an extremely indescribable state, but fortunately, with his blurred vision, he could find that he was still on the streets of Tokyo filled with Showa style.

And Yang Yuhuan was also in front of him, being grabbed by his hands... by what could be called "hands"...

A voice that was extremely familiar to Duanmu Ye also came to his ears.

"Oh? The one who caused the train disaster was such an ugly creature? It seems that the Holy Grail really did summon a formidable monster!"

Pipa, Flame, and Sun: Chapter 17: We’re fighting the Japs!

"Oh? The guy who destroyed the only circular train in the imperial capital turned out to be such a monster? The Holy Grail really did summon a formidable fellow for me."

The bustling sounds rang in my ears, which was the proof that I was on the streets of the imperial capital.

At this moment, the severe tinnitus improved slightly with the change of scene. Looking forward, Duanmu Ye felt that his vision was extremely blurred, as if he was nearsighted by hundreds or thousands of degrees. The blur made it difficult for him to distinguish the things in front of him.

He could clearly see Yang Yuhuan's shocked face just a second ago, and he could clearly see that the part of his body that seemed to be called a "hand" was grabbing Yang Yuhuan's wrist just a second ago, but at this moment, when he looked in the direction where the sound came from, his vision was completely blurred.

But soon, Duanmu Ye discovered the problem, that is, he seemed to have only one eyelid that he could control, and it was in the middle of his face, where the nose was, while the nose that should have been there was nowhere to be found.

Maybe it disappeared? Or maybe it moved to another place... At this moment, Duanmu Ye could not sense the smell around him, as if he had lost his sense of smell. He could only try his best to adapt to the blurred vision. Only in this way could he clearly understand what was happening to him.

However, the visitor did not seem to give Duanmu Ye such time. For some reason, his skin, which had become sensitive to everything around him, felt something cold touching his forehead at this moment.

It was something he was very familiar with. He had just felt something like this a few minutes ago.

However, the thing pressed against his forehead at this moment was not Ryoma Sakamoto's Smith & Wesson revolver, but a more primitive and violent gunpowder weapon.

The existence of the matchlock gun symbolizes the innovation of civilization. Therefore, Duanmu Ye is not unfamiliar with such weapons, and even knows the special effects that such weapons can have.

It is nothing more than the ability to perform special attacks "against the mysteries" and "against humans". Even with the blessing of Oda Nobunaga's own skills, it also has the ability to "attack against divinity".

There is no doubt that in addition to the special attack that specializes in restraining human threats, there are some special attacks that are useful but not very effective, such as the two special attacks "anti-mystery" and "anti-divinity".

At this moment, Oda Nobunaga, who possessed these two special attacks, was holding the matchlock in his hand against his forehead. It was not clear whether she used her skills on herself, but according to some relevant clues and intelligence, from the moment she was summoned here, she began the plan of "spreading military power throughout the world".

It can be said that Oda Nobunaga, who had been using this power from the very beginning, was now pointing the matchlock rifle with the two special attacks at himself. The smell of gunpowder coming from the muzzle made Duanmu Ye's body boil.

It was not a metaphor, but boiling in the physical sense. It seemed that because of the flame from "Ktugeya" that wrapped around Yang Yuhuan when she was brought here before, a similar flame was burning on Duanmu Ye's body at this moment.

But it wasn't a blue flame, but pure crimson, a red fire that boiled like lava, looking like a burning human-shaped sun. Both the magical reaction and the temperature were high enough to leave a black mark on the road beneath one's feet.

Even though the trigger was pressed, the bullet did not leave the muzzle with the help of gunpowder. The moment the flames suddenly erupted, the matchlock gun taken out by Oda Nobunaga was completely melted.

"Master..."

The flames did not hurt Yang Yuhuan. This result made Duanmu Ye, who realized that he was in a passive state, feel a little relieved, but the moment he regained his sight, he began to examine his current appearance through the flames.

He was not the one-eyed person as he had imagined. His blurred vision was entirely because his two eyes were stuck together in a very distorted manner, with one horizontal and one vertical occupying the position where the nose should have been. Even his mouth had disappeared from his face for some reason.

No, not disappearing...

Duanmu Ye could clearly feel his lips moving. It wasn't disappearing, but rather being sealed. Combined with his current body, which resembled a crispy black fried chicken, Duanmu Ye could say with certainty that he was inexplicably covered in a black "shell"...

This thing that looks like the earth's crust is wrapped in some kind of substance like a seal, and covers the surface of the body like armor, and his face seems to be distorted into a very incomprehensible state in order to cater to this armor.

What exactly happened to me?

Did this charred shell come from Ghatanothoa, or some other Outer God or Great Old One?

Why did that flame from "Cthugha" transport him and Yang Yuhuan here? Oda Nobunaga called it "being summoned by the Holy Grail"...

Countless questions gave Duanmu Ye an indescribable headache at the moment, but the fact was that the flames burning in his body at this moment were devouring all his doubts and problems, making his head less headache while seeming to be burning something else.

Duanmu Ye, who had to think about the problem, felt really difficult at this moment. In his memory, when this kind of plot usually happened, the most likely thing consumed was... no, it would definitely be his own memory or something related to memory, such as concepts.

Only Cthugha can do this, but this is not Cthugha's ability, but the price of using Cthugha's power.

However, he did not actively summon Cthugha, nor did he actively use his power...

Duanmu Ye released the hand that was holding Yang Yuhuan, and continued to take deep breaths while standing up. Although he did not have such functions as he had lost his nose and mouth, Duanmu Ye found that he seemed to be able to absorb air through the flames burning on the layer of charred shell attached to his body.

This inhuman breathing method reminded Duanmu Ye of what Yog-Sothoth had said to him: "If you could still maintain your human form before then... perhaps you could regain your soul."

Such memories were not a good thing. Considering the state in which my brain was currently consuming something, if I forgot something so important, I would never be able to go back to the past...

"Interesting! A flame of this magnitude can be compared to my great deeds. It seems that you, monster, had some abilities and means in your lifetime. It is an honor for you to be admired by this demon king!"

As Oda Nobunaga said this, there was an uncontrollable smile and arrogance on her face. Even when she was dodging the flames and throwing away the arquebus in her hand, hundreds or even thousands of identical arquebuses appeared around her and floated in the air.

Oda Nobunaga, who was much shorter than her, was standing in front of her with his hands folded. She seemed to have considerable confidence in her own abilities.

Duanmu Ye, who witnessed this scene, did not pay attention to her extremely arrogant behavior at the first time. Instead, after adjusting his state, he looked back at Yang Yuhuan behind him.

He wanted to communicate with her, but his mouth was sealed. He wanted to try to communicate with her through the connection between the contracts and the way of telepathy, but it seemed that Yang Yuhuan unilaterally rejected him, and Duanmu Ye had no way to tell her what he was thinking.

His current posture was beyond human comprehension. Therefore, Duanmu Ye could see his appearance in Yang Yuhuan's eyes and see the fear and terror in her eyes.

Unable to comfort her or give her any explanation, Duanmu Ye could only put his fingers in front of him at this moment, making sure that Yang Yuhuan could see the shape of his hands while making sign language.

At a moment when he was unable to convey his words in any other way, Duanmu Ye could only think of this method.

As Yang Yuhuan's eyes showed a hint of rationality, she murmured as her hands moved...

"I'm still me, but I can't guarantee that I'll still be me in the future, so I have to make a quick decision and protect myself."

Yang Yuhuan did not avoid anyone. Outside of this street that seemed to have been deliberately cleared with no cars or pedestrians passing by, there were still quite a few onlookers and reporters about a hundred meters away.

At this moment, Yang Yuhuan's initial fear and terror turned into a little confusion. As she looked around, a question burst out from her mind.

The Holy Grail War...isn't it supposed to be fought in secret?

Even with the soldiers of the Army's Fourth Magic Agency conducting interception, they even blocked the few dozen tanks in front of the intersections and alleys, blocking all possible passages except the sky.

But the people gathered around did not completely lose sight because of such threats. They were all eager to see their "national hero" through the tiny gaps.

This was the name given to Oda Nobunaga after he was summoned, but rather than saying so, it would be better to say that all the Servants in this Holy Grail War were given this title. However, Oda Nobunaga, who had possessed the Holy Grail vessel provided by the Einzbern family from the very beginning, was the one who could truly lead Japan into a new era in the eyes of those who hoped to save the country through the "Holy Grail War".

Duanmu Ye knew this clearly, so from the very beginning when he came here, he regarded Oda Nobunaga as the most important opponent in this Holy Grail War. Only by defeating her could he take the Holy Grail from her. Only by taking the Holy Grail from her could he truly prevent Okita Souji (Alter) from coming here again in the form of the Holy Grail's wish.

Duanmu Ye, who was taking a deep breath, had no time to care about the crowds of people and reporters who surrounded the street. The life and death of the Japanese devils who were living a good life had nothing to do with him after all. What's more, he was surrounded by enemies on all sides. It seemed a bit stupid to think of solving the problem by reasoning in this situation.

The rising flames changed, becoming faster and more violent. The flames made Oda Nobunaga realize something, and the arrogant smile on his face became even more arrogant.

Under the gaze of everyone, he flew into the air in a posture that was impossible to explain by physics. The scene was like an emperor reigning over the world, and even caused intense cheers and shouts to rise from the surrounding army and people.

However, Oda Nobunaga, who was enjoying the cheers and shouts, did not care about their existence. Instead, as he took off into the air, he aimed the surrounding arquebuses at the fire man and the girl in the center. He even further increased the number of arquebuses while aiming at the target.

"These are the Three Thousand Worlds. Each of these matchlock muskets can transport you to another world. Even though you are not a Rider and cannot witness the true form of my Noble Phantasm, dying beneath these Three Thousand Worlds would be a worthy and glorious death!"

The dense arquebuses in the sky would not accidentally damage other guns. The treasure that was sublimated from Oda Nobunaga's deeds during his lifetime possessed an accuracy beyond common sense. However, with such a number of 3,000 firearms, even if they had no accuracy, as long as they attacked the same place at the same time, a few rounds of attacks would be enough to make an opponent without special defensive equipment be riddled with holes.

Such a result is not a bad thing for Duanmu Ye. After all, it is enough to prove that Oda Nobunaga still thinks of himself as a small role. This level of arrogance is like another Gilgamesh.

If Duanmu Ye didn't have some understanding of Oda Nobunaga's character, he would still have wondered, is arrogance a characteristic inherent in the Archer class?

At this moment, Oda Nobunaga's attack was brewing amidst shouts...

"Let your corpse be exposed in the Three Thousand Worlds—the Heavenly Demon is coming! This is the Demon King's Three Thousand Worlds!!"

Whether it was the twin guns in Oda Nobunaga's hands, or the nearly three thousand matchlock rifles floating in the sky around her, they all flashed crimson light at this moment. The magic power gathered in them seemed to contain the flames of an era, revenge, violence, blood... and were about to explode.

Wave after wave of attacks came down like raindrops, accompanied by the Sixth Heaven Demon King's unbridled laughter in the sky. The densely packed muskets were loaded and fired again and again. Countless shells composed of magic power poured down in the center of the street, venting the Demon King's anger unscrupulously.

"Behold, this is the heroic figure of the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, the hero who once unified Japan, ended the chaotic Warring States period, and achieved unification!"

"At this moment, she is leading us once again into a new era, from Japan to the world. After completing the great feat of unifying Japan, she will once again unify the world!"

A general from the Army's Fourth Magical Organization stood on a tank and shouted. Such an impassioned speech really inspired the people around him. At the end of the war, countless families had no male descendants. At this moment, those who appeared on the street to watch the excitement were students who had not yet graduated and men with disabilities who had not passed the military service.

The war had entered its final stages, and Japan's defeat seemed to be a foregone conclusion, but Japan's military high-ranking officials did not believe this. Neither the military high-ranking officials nor the emperor believed that such a thing would happen to the invincible Empire of Japan.

It is precisely because of this that, when the war on the front was tense and soldiers were urgently needed to replenish the troops, when everyone knew that Japan was about to lose the war, both the military high-ranking officials of the Japanese Empire and the emperor chose to put everything on the "holy grail" brought in from remote cities and towns, in order to summon the heroic spirits of the past and thus stir the hearts of those who had not yet set foot on the battlefield.