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

But the real history is always more realistic than such rumors. She did die at Mawei Slope and was forced to be executed by her beloved "Emperor".

There was no possibility of escape. In that situation, only the death of herself and her uncle could give the "Sir Emperor" a glimmer of hope. She volunteered, and even now, she still believed so. After returning to the present world, she worked hard to find the reincarnation of the "Sir Emperor" and renew their previous relationship...

However, things went against her wishes. She did not find her emperor, nor was she abandoned as a "sacrifice" when she encountered trouble that could be called a "disaster"...

Contradiction, confusion, and bewilderment all dominated her emotions at this moment. The whispers in her ears, influenced by these emotions, also seemed to have turned into questions, questioning why she had survived alone, questioning why she had returned here alone...

"No...I didn't..."

Yang Yuhuan's face was extremely pale. Even when illuminated by the dark blue flame, her face became extremely ugly as she muttered.

"Why...you're the only one back..."

"Where's Duanmu..."

The voice that came to her ears made Yang Yuhuan's mind full of the scene that Duanmu Ye had just expressed to her in sign language. She could have said something more at that time, but she immediately used the fire escape technique of the Five Elements Escape Technique and fled the scene.

Duanmu Ye now... must be caught in a very difficult battle, right?

There was an immense struggle on Yang Yuhuan's face, an inner struggle, and the mental torture caused by the voices in her ears.

At the moment when the words that sounded like an explanation fell, Yang Yuhuan felt as if something wet and slippery touched her ankle. This feeling made Yang Yuhuan's whole body suddenly straighten up, and then softened.

Yang Yuhuan, who was slumped on the ground, felt that the sound in her ears became more and more obvious and louder. The moment she tried to drive the flame to illuminate the front, she saw the existence that grabbed her ankle at the first moment.

It was an extremely pale face. Yang Yuhuan swore that even though she had seen many maids being fished out of the palace after they died, none of them were as pale, as eerie as that...

But soon, Yang Yuhuan discovered something was amiss, because she recognized this face. Not long ago, she had dined with her, chatted with her, and discussed some difficult issues together...

"Van...Van Gogh? Is that you, Van Gogh..."

Yang Yuhuan suppressed her inner fear and asked cautiously, while Van Gogh, who was lying on the ground and unable to see her, tried hard to use other methods to check the surroundings.

For example... the organs in various parts of the body have changed...

"Lady Yang Guifei...Duanmu, he's gone! Isn't he with you?!"

Van Gogh was extremely worried. Although he would surely be criticized if Duanmu Ye saw him in this posture, at this moment, Van Gogh knew very well that only in this posture could he find Duanmu Ye and feel everything around him even when his eyes were burned.

Only then did Yang Yuhuan notice that on that terrifying face, there were almost unignorable burns concentrated around the eyes, almost sticking the skin together, which made Yang Yuhuan feel mixed emotions.

She knew very well that she was the real culprit of all this. She was not burdened with the worst evil of the times, nor was she taking the blame for the world's infamy. Instead, the disaster was truly caused by her personal escape.

The passive nature of beauty being a disaster seemed to be perfectly demonstrated on her own body at this moment. Yang Yuhuan was very sad, tears welling up in her moist eyes...

However, at this moment, Yang Yuhuan did not let the tears in her eyes flow out. Instead, she suppressed such extremely uncomfortable emotions and hugged Van Gogh, who was twisting on the ground and crawling towards her.

Van Gogh was a little stunned by being hugged like this. She didn't understand why Yang Yuhuan suddenly hugged her, nor did she understand why she could clearly feel Yang Yuhuan's inner sadness and fear at this moment, but she resolutely let go of herself and stood up.

"I'll bring him back for you!"

Yang Yuhuan spoke very seriously, and even while speaking, she looked at the Van Gogh below her, whose statue was faintly shining with light like a starry sky.

She is the culprit behind all this. Even if the Van Gogh in front of her is actually a monster like Duanmu Ye, isn't she also a "monster" who caused all these disasters?

Yang Yuhuan blamed herself deeply. It was she who made Van Gogh and Duanmu Ye become like this, and plunged them into disaster. Now, the only one who could end it all was herself...

She had no reason to escape, just like she was willing to accept the ending at Mawei Slope. She had no reason not to protect everything she wanted to protect, whether it was "Tang"...

still......

Yang Yuhuan fell into silence. She did not say anything, but after a pause, she began to brew the fire element in her body.

"I will bring the Master back... because I am his Servant..."

Van Gogh did not hear the last sentence. She could feel that Yang Yuhuan had left the house, and she was once again the only one left in the house.

But this time, she was not as worried or afraid as before. Even though she could not contact Duanmu Ye from the moment she regained consciousness, she could sense that some changes had taken place in Yang Yuhuan's heart after she returned here alone.

She did not use the strength she had recovered, but only used a little perception to draw out Yang Yuhuan's inner thoughts in her mind, so as to perceive and explore them.

If it's Lady Yang Guifei...there will definitely be no problem, right?

As Van Gogh thought this, a drawing board appeared in front of him. Although the abilities of the Nobleman of Wind had been diluted to the point of being almost invisible, Van Gogh, who had inherited the painting skills of "Van Gogh", had an absolute self-awareness of what he could achieve.

At the moment the drawing board took shape, the paint palette in Van Gogh's hand automatically filled with colors, and the brush in his other hand was constantly operating at the same time.

......

At the same time, in the center of the imperial capital, a fire engulfed the entire block.

The culprit who caused all this had already been engulfed by the flames. Oda Nobunaga, who stood up from the flames, naturally won the cheers of everyone present.

However, listening to these voices, Oda Nobunaga felt that their mouths were like trumpets that could not be shut. If she did not need them to expand her territory, she would not mind using a matchlock gun to shut them up completely.

The crackling sound of the surrounding flames made Oda Nobunaga inexplicably irritated at the moment. There were only flames in front of her, and she could no longer see the body of the humanoid monster. Why did she feel so uneasy in her heart?

Victory is right in front of her, but why can't she feel the wind of victory?

Suddenly, just as Oda Nobunaga turned his gaze in the direction of the humanoid monster he had previously knocked away, in the area where the flames were the strongest, it seemed that something was stirring.

Could it be that... that monster is not dead yet?

Oda Nobunaga didn't want to believe such a thing, because the one who could do this would definitely not be Caster's creation. Perhaps only Caster himself could have the ability to sustain combat.

But in fact, the monster that was only engaged in close combat from the very beginning gave Oda Nobunaga the impression of being a Berserker. In fact, only a Berserker could carry out close combat attacks so cluelessly and have such a strong combat endurance.

"..."

In a trance, Oda Nobunaga saw a ball of fire rushing towards her, but when she looked forward, the same raging fire as before still blocked her vision.

Is it an illusion?

Oda Nobunaga didn't dare to make a guarantee. She began to look left and right, but there was no change in her surroundings, so she finally turned around and looked behind her.

Just at this moment, she seemed to see an extremely vague human figure in the flames. If she didn't look carefully, if she didn't actively put herself in the position of the human figure, it would be almost impossible to tell that the fire was in the shape of a human.

The moment she saw it, the ball of fire rushed to her as if it came alive and devoured her entire body.

Only then did Oda Nobunaga, who was engulfed in flames, see that the fragments of houses scattered on the ground around him had disappeared without a trace at some point, and even the asphalt roads had melted into a mass of something like slime.

As a Servant with the ability to control fire, Oda Nobunaga was not immediately melted like those things. She calmly looked at everything in the flames, trying to analyze everything from it.

However, without receiving any answers, she discovered that her clothes, which were supposed to be immune to flames, were being burned to ashes without her noticing. It was as if someone had torn her clothes off from the outside, devouring them step by step...

"Caster... Do you know who you're fighting?"

Oda Nobunaga was not at all panicked, as burning clothes was a trivial matter and was not worth mentioning at all.

On the contrary, facing such burning, Oda Nobunaga showed a slightly contemptuous smile on her face. As she slowly opened her arms and enjoyed the burning of the flames, a different kind of flame gradually expanded from under her body, and below her, a strange cave gradually poked its head out from the different kind of flames.

The contempt on Oda Nobunaga's face gradually turned into a crazy laugh...

"The path ahead of me is filled with the endless corpses of gods, Buddhas, and all living beings... Do not offer any more desperate resistance, Caster. No one can stop me, Nobunaga! Mara transforms into the Demon King of the Three Thousand Worlds!"

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 20: What is the purpose of turning into a wall of wind and fire?

"The path ahead of me is filled with the endless corpses of gods, Buddhas, and all living beings... Stop struggling in vain, Caster. No one can stop me, Nobunaga. Mara will be reborn as the Demon King of the Three Thousand Worlds!"

Huge skeletons kept emerging from the flames that Oda Nobunaga had opened up from the inside, and the finger bones and metacarpal bones that protruded from them slowly lifted her up, as if trying to escape from the sea of ​​fire.

It was the corpse of a gigantic demon god, the embodiment of the fear and awe that all beings past, present, and future had for Oda, transformed into a form even more alien than the original demon god, the Sixth Heavenly Demon King...

Even though the spell of the Noble Phantasm she chanted seemed to come from another variation of herself, Oda Nobunaga, who had the Holy Grail in his body, was naturally able to connect those many possibilities and transform them into one, which was her standing here at this moment.

However, this demon skeleton is incomplete. It is not because of the chanting of the Noble Phantasm and the replenishment of magic power that it cannot exert its full power, but because the Holy Grail has only absorbed the soul of one Servant so far. Even if a class with a huge soul base like Saber is accommodated here, at least the soul of a Servant is still needed.

However, such restrictions were nothing to worry about for Oda Nobunaga at the moment. Even if the treasure was incomplete, even if the spiritual base was incomplete, so what?

The flames isolated from the inside blocked the flames outside that seemed to have life. Although Oda Nobunaga did not know what changes had occurred to these flames, she was sure that Caster, who was repelled into the flames by her, did not leave so easily, and this revived flame was most likely its treasure.

The black skeleton embraced Oda Nobunaga in its palm, and the thousands of golden muskets deployed behind it were not aimed, but pointed towards the sky like orchestral instruments. Because the flames generated by Oda Nobunaga blocked the outside world, they were not melted by the external flames like before.

Oda Nobunaga's face darkened as he thought about it. She didn't think that Caster would have much chance of winning if he merged with the surrounding flames, because in front of her, a master of playing with fire, such behavior was like waving a sword in front of Guan Gong's gate, which was meaningless.

"Demons will be destroyed... Under me, the Sixth Heavenly Demon King, I will turn you into ashes in flames and disappear!"

Behind the incomplete skeleton, several golden spears burst into gunpowder fireworks. But when Oda Nobunaga looked up with a laugh, looking at the sky that he should have seen after following the "Sixth Heaven Demon King's Corpse" into heaven and breaking through the living flame, he found that even though he was more than ten meters or even dozens of meters away from the ground, the flames never moved away from his head.

Those flames certainly didn't break through the demonic fire he had summoned, and they didn't even melt anything except the clothes they had previously touched, such as the corpse of the Sixth Heaven Demon King, or the thousands of matchlock guns behind that corpse...

Their existence was enough to confirm to Oda Nobunaga that her Noble Phantasm had been successfully deployed. Even if it was not in its full form, this Noble Phantasm that could not be stopped by gods or demons was enough to break through most Servants who possessed mysterious and divine powers.

However, reality dealt a heavy blow to Oda Nobunaga. The flames did not destroy the treasure she displayed in the slightest, but it also brought a problem.

Her Noble Phantasm can't be launched...

The ball of fire that enveloped him was beyond the normal range. Logically speaking, his corpse of the Sixth Heaven Demon King, which was tens of meters or even dozens of meters long, should have broken through the fire and been revealed to the world, letting them know that the Sixth Heaven Demon King's reputation was still there.

But... at this moment, the ductility of this flame has exceeded Oda Nobunaga's cognition. Just imagine, a flame that is more than ten meters or even dozens of meters high can no longer be called a sea of ​​fire, but perhaps a fire tornado.

But that kind of picture, isn't it...

Oda Nobunaga's pupils kept trembling. She didn't dare to imagine what changes had taken place in the outside world. Although the world had long since changed, her return was to once again lead the people of this land into a new era and let her reputation as the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven spread throughout the world.

But as soon as this conclusion came out, the confidence that was originally overflowing in his chest suddenly wavered a little. Just as Oda Nobunaga had imagined, at this moment, an extremely high temperature suddenly arose in the center of the imperial capital, and even the cities around the imperial capital were also slightly affected.

"How...how could this happen..."

"I was only away for a short while..."

Yang Yuhuan, standing on the edge of the sea of ​​fire, looked at the fire tornado that was about to rush towards the sky and make a hole in the sky. The sea of ​​fire that had spread in this area before showed no signs of extinguishing, and was even spreading to the surroundings at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In Yang Yuhuan's eyes, possessing similar, even identical, powers, she could sense that the cause of all this wasn't just fire, but also wind, the wind that always accompanied Duanmu Ye...

Yang Yuhuan, who wanted to move forward, was unexpectedly isolated outside by the flames, but the flames did not hurt her. They just used resistance that she could not break through to prevent her from going inside the column of fire and wind.

Yang Yuhuan was very unwilling to accept this. She could feel that everything around her was developing in the direction of getting out of control. Everything around her was gradually being burned into a shape that she could not recognize under such flames. Not to mention the crowd. Except for a circle with a martial arts atmosphere, no one in the surrounding area close to the towering column of fire and wind survived.

She wanted to get in, but even though she used all her strength to control the flames and tried to use her own flames as a key to open the flames in front of her, she still failed to do anything.

Yang Yuhuan, standing in front of the flames, lowered her hands. She could do nothing, and could do nothing. She could only watch helplessly as she once again brought disaster to those around her. But this time, she was not the one to be sacrificed...

"This kind of thing... obviously I should be useful..."

Yang Yuhuan was very puzzled. Whether it was the people in power or her relatives, after seeing that she was given "beauty" and "power" by God, they always regarded her as a stepping stone for advancement and a way to obtain wealth.

It can be said that both her beauty and her talent were given to her by God, to bring the "grace" she should bring to the world, and she was just a "prop" born for all of this...

For her, who was just a tool that would be discarded at some point from the beginning, to put herself to death...

Is that guy an idiot?

Are you a fool who's been seduced by your own beauty?!

Yang Yuhuan bit her lower lip lightly with her teeth. In her eyes, this was not an act that could be appreciated. On the contrary, she was puzzled and confused. It was not like she had never experienced or encountered such a thing before. She had seen the most men who were devoted to her because of her beauty, but she had never seen someone like Duanmu Ye, who made her feel confused.

It was precisely because of this that she wanted to ask Duanmu Ye in person at this moment, to ask why he would go to such lengths for her, for her, a Servant...

The blue flames turned into butterflies around her, and a pipa that looked extremely gorgeous suddenly appeared in Yang Yuhuan's hands. She gently plucked the strings almost subconsciously.

There was no sound of the piano that broke through the flames in front of her eyes, nor did it play as a drum to calm the chaotic atmosphere around her. On the contrary, her piano music was only played for herself, only played for the little flames lingering on her body. Only they could hear the piano music that disappeared in the flames and wind.

Gradually, the blue flames lingering around Yang Yuhuan changed, from butterflies, to mandarin ducks, until they expanded into two human-shaped figures that appeared around her. In front of Yang Yuhuan, the flames, which had not changed at all before, now had a hint of blue.

The fact that the wall of wind and fire still had not been broken through did not make Yang Yuhuan give up. On the contrary, with a little change in the present moment, she became more convinced of the feasibility of the method before her.

The sound of the zither, which only special people could hear, spared no one. Yang Yuhuan, who played the zither, the flame spirits surrounding her, and Van Gogh, who listened attentively from a distance...

And Duanmu Ye, who had merged with the wall of wind and fire and was almost losing consciousness...

In the flames, Duanmu Ye opened his eyes, although he had kept his eyes open all the time, to deal with the insignificant attacks launched by Oda Nobunaga, and tried to devour her, just like when he dealt with Nya Latotep, wrapping the enemy with his body and devouring it completely.

However, he could clearly feel that he had completely merged with the surrounding flames. At this moment, he had lost everything he had before, as if he was an unconscious living being, constantly completing what he subconsciously wanted to accomplish.

Attack? Protect? Invasion?

At this moment, Duanmu Ye himself was confused about what he should do. All he could think of was to devour Oda Nobunaga in front of him, but it would not cause too much impact, and that was all...

This seemingly contradictory idea allowed him to maintain his own thinking at this moment, and he also noticed the sound of a piano coming from the outside world.

However, rather than the sound of a zither, it was more like the sound of a pipa, the same pipa sound that Duanmu Ye had heard before...

But, whose is it?

Duanmu Ye couldn't remember. He was no longer the same person he was before. The loss of memory did not cause him any confusion or bewilderment. He knew clearly what he wanted to do and what he had to do.

Defeat the seven Servants and use the Holy Grail to return to normal...

Duanmu Ye was not sure whether this kind of thing could be done, but this idea was the only thought in his mind at the moment.

But the melodious sound of the pipa conveyed something new to him. He was very familiar with it and knew the owner of the pipa sound, but he couldn't think of her name for a moment.

Do you want to let her in?

Duanmu Ye resisted subconsciously, even though her eyes were still fixed on Oda Nobunaga who was releasing his treasure. Even though Oda Nobunaga kept releasing his treasure in an attempt to break through the restraint of the flame, he could easily cover it and erode her magic power until it was completely exhausted.