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

Lan Lanfang's coquettishness was nothing to Li Shuwen, he didn't buy it at all.

However, if the previous sentence was regarded as a question to himself, Li Shuwen would still be very happy to answer it.

"It's rare to find someone who can manipulate wind and fire like this. Judging from the speed that Servant just displayed, he must have some kind of speed-boosting device."

Li Shuwen paused, then spoke again with some anticipation.

"I think that being able to cause such a level of destruction and possessing speeds that are imperceptible to ordinary people is probably only comparable to the legendary Nezha the Third Prince!"

"So that Servant is actually Nezha the Third Prince?"

As Li Shuwen finished speaking, Lan Lanfang's eyes also sparkled.

Although she is a staunch materialist, this does not mean that there is no understanding of this aspect within materialism. She, the nominal member of the underground party organization, is actually just a half-baked member who has just come into contact with that aspect. She actually has a strong interest in weird and supernatural things.

However, what Lan Lanfang waited for was not the answer she expected, but Li Shuwen punched her on the head again.

"This is just speculation. History goes back so far, and those who can master the power of wind and fire are not limited to legendary immortals. Don't forget Zhou Yu's burning of Red Cliffs and Zhuge Liang's borrowing of the east wind. These are all legends that can be regarded as great deeds and upgraded to Noble Phantasms or abilities."

Li Shuwen paused and spoke again with some emotion.

"Look at me, an old man of my age who has become a Servant and yet has such abilities. Those talented people who only exist in the long river of history and have many inhuman legends are probably more capable than an old man like me..."

"I see......"

Lan Lanfang murmured to herself, while Li Shuwen lowered her body even lower, and even lowered his voice.

A fiery red moth flew past Li Shuwen, shook its body a few times as if struggling, then dimmed and turned into ashes and disappeared into the void.

"Don't make any noise, he seems to have discovered us."

"..."

"So this is the consequence of losing the flute..."

The fire moths surrounding him turned into ashes and fell on his body. Duanmu Ye, who had returned from the flames, muttered to himself, refusing Yang Yuhuan's attempt to throw herself into his arms like in the painting, and asked her to continue playing the dragon flute in her hand while maintaining her current situation.

Even though half of his body had recovered to human form, Duanmu Ye could clearly feel that his body had become very blurry.

Just like a humanoid creature composed of real "flame" and real "wind", the feeling of being shattered at the slightest touch made Duanmu Ye feel extremely uncomfortable at the moment...

Yang Yuhuan, who was stopped, did not show any displeasure. At this moment, she did not stop playing the purple jade dragon flute in her hand because of Duanmu Ye's return. Although she was doing it under orders, Yang Yuhuan no longer had the previous resistance.

Perhaps it was because Duanmu Ye's previous actions had truly touched her heart, which made her not deny his existence as much as she did at the beginning.

But recalling the words she had just blurted out almost subconsciously, Yang Yuhuan's face turned red unconsciously...

"What did I just say... something about the Emperor... something about coming to pick you up..."

Yang Yuhuan kept muttering in her heart. She didn't completely regard the other party as the "Son of Heaven" she was looking for...

But Yang Yuhuan could not deny that there was a moment when she subconsciously overlapped Duanmu Ye with the figure of the "Emperor" in her memory.

But at this moment she could still clearly realize that Duanmu Ye was not the "Son of Heaven" she had been pursuing!

......I guess so?

"I say... have you forgotten that I am here?"

Oda Nobunaga was very angry. Even though the strange flame was fading, the damage that her treasure could cause was still blocked and erased by the flame and wind.

The magic power she possesses comes from the Holy Grail connected to the earth veins, but this does not mean that the magic power consumed by maintaining the status of the Noble Phantasm "Poshen's Transformation: The Three Thousand Great Thousand Heavenly Demon King" can be ignored.

The magic power consumed by this almost domain-type treasure can be said to be consuming the fate of the entire city every minute and every second. Even from the time the flames began to become aggressive until now when the flames began to decline and go out, these flames still devoured her attacks and eroded her magic power.

Under such circumstances, Caster, who emerged from the flames, was actually in the mood to chat and laugh with a woman...

This clearly shows that he doesn't take her, the Sixth Heaven Demon King, seriously!

"Unforgivable! I'm going to chop off both of your heads and use them as wine jugs!"

Standing up from the posture of lying on the ground to protect Oda Nobunaga, the corpse of the Sixth Heavenly Demon King behind her opened its six skeletal arms and completely broke free from the surrounding decaying wall of fire and wind.

No one came to admire her figure, and no one came to praise her figure.

After breaking through the flames, Oda Nobunaga saw the devastated imperial capital. The people and land that could increase her fame and provide her with magic power were turned into a sea of ​​fire under the erosion of the flames.

Oda Nobunaga, who was summoned to save the country, fell into silence. She could hardly believe her eyes and what was happening before her eyes.

However, time did not give her the opportunity to be shocked, and neither did Duanmu Ye.

"Sorry, this is my first time being an elemental creature, and I forgot you existed."

These three short sentences were like an extremely sharp sword, piercing Oda Nobunaga's chest.

There is no doubt that compared with the humiliating words, these extremely straightforward words made Oda Nobunaga feel unprecedented humiliation.

As the leader who ended the Warring States Period in Japan, she was the only one who ignored others. When had anyone ever dared to speak to her like this, dared to say such words to her?

The unprecedented reality made Oda Nobunaga's face turn red visibly. In the reflection of the surrounding firelight, she slowly placed her hand on the hilt of the sword hanging at her waist.

Duanmu Ye didn't have any thoughts when he saw the sword on Oda Nobunaga's waist for the first time. As a top figure in the history of village fighting in Japan, he didn't care about the fact that he could wear a sword on his waist.

If there is anything to be concerned about, it is the "Magic Sword" owned by Oda Nobunaga (Avenger).

Just as many historical figures have records of collecting habits, among the many swords collected by Oda Nobunaga, there is also a sword that is special enough to be called "special".

It is the only sword that exists because it gathers all the possibilities of Oda Nobunaga, and it is the only sword worthy of being used by the "Demon Lord Oda Nobunaga".

The demonic sword called "Beyond the Unforgiven"...

At this moment, Duanmu Ye, whose gaze was fixed on the sword in Oda Nobunaga's hand, frowned slightly. The scabbard and hilt in his sight had two incompatible styles. The extremely plain scabbard seemed to contain some insignificant and ordinary object, but the hilt above it was a black color that could not be described in words, a black fire that flickered faintly like a flame...

Will she draw her sword?

Duanmu Ye probably guessed why Oda Nobunaga at this moment maintained the appearance of Oda Nobunaga himself, but possessed the treasure of the Demon King Nobunaga.

The existence of the Holy Grail connects many possibilities. Although Duanmu Ye is not sure whether the small Holy Grail of this subspecies Holy Grail War can really connect to the root, there is no doubt that it is highly likely that he can connect his many possibilities and enhance his own actions through the Holy Grail.

But a problem also arises. That is, by linking many variations and many possible situations, there is only one thing that can anchor her own state. If the magic sword of the Demon Lord Nobunaga is pulled out, it means that she stands here in that identity, rather than continuing to exist here as "Oda Nobunaga".

Oda Nobunaga finally took his hand away. Just as Duanmu Ye thought, the price of gaining such power was exactly what Oda Nobunaga was concerned about.

At this moment, Duanmu Ye couldn't help but think, if Oda Nobunaga could connect to the "Demon King Nobunaga" through the Holy Grail, then is it possible that Yang Yuhuan could also connect to the self that was not possessed by Cthugha through the Holy Grail?

Glancing at Yang Yuhuan beside him, Duanmu Ye found that she was also looking at him.

However, at the moment their eyes met, Yang Yuhuan hurriedly stuffed the flute in her hand into her side where there was no place else to put it, and looked away in panic.

Although Duanmu Ye also thought about what would happen if Van Gogh used the Holy Grail, Van Gogh had already returned to a state where he was not invaded by foreign gods. The maximum cost-effectiveness of the Holy Grail was to give it to Yang Yuhuan.

When Oda Nobunaga ignored her once again, the latter became angry and gathered magic power in his hands, and a sci-fi handheld Gatling gun appeared in his hand.

"How dare you ignore me... Stop being so affectionate with me!!"

“Die, Demon King Gatling Cannon—!!”

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 23: I Predicted Your Prediction

Countless magic bullets like a torrential rain were fired from Oda Nobunaga's musket at the moment when the wall of fire could no longer pose any threat to the corpse of the Sixth Heaven Demon King. The bullets composed of magic power did not require the prerequisite of changing the bullets. As long as there was enough magic power, they could be fired continuously until the enemy was killed.

The magic bullet, which still possesses the dual characteristics of "towards divinity" and "towards mystery", is full of restraint towards past historical figures, but Duanmu Ye is not worried at all.

While slowly raising his hand, he protected Yang Yuhuan behind him. The invisible wind field instantly intercepted all the bullets shot at him and Yang Yuhuan into the void.

Oda Nobunaga did not stop there. She was used to the fact that frontal attacks had no effect, so the Demon King Gatling Cannon in her hand turned into two...

"So what if I can handle one, but what about two?!"

More violent bullets poured down, and the crackling sound hit the invisible wind wall. Such movement made Yang Yuhuan shrink her body, but she soon found that no matter whether it was the frontal attack or the attack from the side, even from behind her, they all seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall.

Everything around seemed to have come to a standstill, but those densely packed magic bullets began to go out at the same time as more and more of them. However, Yang Yuhuan knew clearly that they were not going out, but being absorbed by Duanmu Ye.

As long as the concept of the element "fire" is given, it seems that Duanmu Ye can absorb and accommodate it at this moment...

"It seems that two swords are useless, Master Odayoshi."

Duanmu Ye smiled. With the passage of time, his body had long been repaired. Although the senses of an elemental creature could be more free, the price he had to pay was to completely give up any thinking and become a kind of "thing" that acted based on some elusive ideas.

Duanmu Ye thought that most of the elemental gods in Cthulhu were probably in this state. From a very tricky perspective, the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City had given him the opportunity to experience being "Hastur the Nameless", and this time, it was his turn to experience the feeling of "Cthugha, the Living Flame"...

To be honest, the feeling of losing Li Zhi was not pleasant. If it were not for Yang Yuhuan's return and using the pipa to break through the wall of wind and fire, or even using the purple jade dragon flute, whose use he had never figured out, to change himself back to "human form".

Duanmu Ye thought that he would probably lose himself even more in that state, until it became irreversible and he would completely become the so-called "living flame".

Perhaps after the trouble here is over, I need to thank Yang Yuhuan for her help. Without her, perhaps the present and future events would not have happened, and the story of "Duanmu Ye" will surely come to an end here.

As for why nothing happened to Yang Yuhuan after she picked up the item that was almost previously listed as "causing the advent of Ketugeya", Duanmu Ye might have the answer.

Recalling the frequent hallucinations he had experienced before, Duanmu Ye's guess wasn't 100% correct, but what was certain was that Ketugeya was actually more interested in him than in directly possessing Yang Yuhuan's body...

As an adventer, as a being that should not appear in this world, everything about him is highly consistent with the characteristics of the Outer Gods, especially at this moment when he has lost his original soul and only his concepts and body exist here. His existence is like an empty syringe. Both Hastur and Cthugha are fillers placed in the bowl, and they will completely occupy it if he is not careful.

What is good news is that Hastur, who gave him the power, was not completely "nameless". It seemed that because of Van Gogh, the god who gave him this power was more inclined to another work, tending towards the side of "shepherd god".

But now that he was given more power by Cthugha, he did not have the same good luck as Hastur. Duanmu Ye thought that what he experienced just now was the closest he had ever been to becoming a part of the Outer Gods, and the closest he had ever been to losing himself.

Therefore, at this moment, Yang Yuhuan can almost be confirmed to be a normal Servant, but her job is Foreigner, a very threatening job that is almost impossible to appear in the Holy Grail War.

"The one in danger isn't Yang Yuhuan, but me..."

At this moment, Duanmu Ye couldn't help but sigh in his heart. There was no doubt that the mark of Kthugya had been engraved in his body. Even Duanmu Ye didn't know whether the body that was re-condensed from the flames at this moment was the same as before.

But thinking of this, Duanmu Ye did not show his emotions on the surface. On the contrary, there was an unignorable seriousness on his face.

"Eh? Eh!"

Yang Yuhuan's exclamation happened in an instant. Those magic bullets that almost blocked her vision did not completely disappear because of Duanmu Ye's absorption. The bullets remaining on the wind wall were like a time bomb, forcing Duanmu Ye to continue to maintain such a wind wall.

However, such forced behavior seemed to be based on human common sense. Oda Nobunaga, who believed that one could not do two things at the same time, did not let go of the many magic bullets she had fired for this moment. It can be said that at this moment she was very angry because of the other party's repeated provocations!

Oda Nobunaga, who was wielding both the Demon King Gatling Cannons, disappeared in front of the corpse of the Sixth Heaven Demon King. The golden matchlock guns behind it, like wheels of merit, did not stop their attacks. Under such frequent and intensive fire suppression, Oda Nobunaga's figure appeared right in front.

"A sneak attack from behind? That's something only a small fry would do!"

Oda Nobunaga thought he had predicted the opponent's judgment. In this extremely tense and evenly matched situation, it seemed that a sneak attack from behind was the most likely thing to happen.

Therefore, Oda Nobunaga was extremely confident that the opponent would predict that he would continue to create advantages on the front line, and would choose to launch a sneak attack from behind in order to create a situation that was more likely to win.

However, when Oda Nobunaga used the Demon King Gatling Cannon in his hand to break through the wind wall covered by gunpowder dust, what came into his eyes was the other party's extremely calm face.

Looking at that face, Oda Nobunaga couldn't help but have a lot of questions in his mind...

"Does the Caster I just fought really look like this?"

Recalling what had just happened, the black humanoid monster looked like a body wrapped in flames, its joints outlined with lava, and its body covered in a black substance like armor...

However, the person who appeared before him at this moment was clearly a human being who could not be more normal.

But soon, Oda Nobunaga denied his idea, and a slight curve appeared on his expressionless face. The next moment, it seemed as if something was stirring in his raised hand.

Oda Nobunaga, who broke through the wind wall with the help of the Demon King Gatling Cannon, saw for the first time some scenes that were absolutely impossible to happen to the human body. The palm that was raised high and seemed to be facing him by chance was torn apart as if the skin was peeled off, and then attacked him like a tentacle.

The hand was still raised in the air, and even the wind wall that he had broken through with the Demon King Gatling Cannon was restored to its original state at this moment.

I thought it would be an extremely smooth raid, but I didn't expect it would be a cage of my own making.

She should have thought of this earlier, why the wind wall that even her own treasure, the corpse of the Sixth Heavenly Demon King, could not break through at all, could be broken through by her own Gatling cannon at close range.

Is it really because close-range blasting is more accurate and more lethal?

The answer is definitely no...

The torn skin turned into extremely sharp tentacles that attacked her. Even though she blocked them with the Gatling gun in her hand at the first moment, the tentacles that passed by the Gatling gun still left some marks on her delicate face.

Blood flowed down Oda Nobunaga's cheek. She didn't know how long it had been since she had bled. At least in the years since she was summoned here to complete the conquest of the world, she had never experienced the feeling of being injured and bleeding in reality.

"Leave first? It's too late..."

Suddenly, the surrounding flames disappeared in an instant, and even the raging fire that looked like a purgatory scene that was seen before disappeared without a trace in this instant.

What happened?

Doubts popped up in Oda Nobunaga's mind, and the next moment, a melodious piano sound came into her mind. It was a tune she had never heard before, but she had heard of it.

is her? !

Yang Yuhuan's figure appeared in Oda Nobunaga's eyes. Before this, she had always regarded him as the Master of the man in front of her.

As Oda Nobunaga had seen how powerless modern magicians were, he naturally would not take such a girl seriously. Her target from the very beginning was the Caster in front of her. No matter how powerful a human girl was, could she do as much as she, who controlled the entire Japanese Imperial Army?

However, at this moment, the image of her almost floating in the air with her toes not touching the ground made Oda Nobunaga slightly change his view of her existence.

As the pipa was repeatedly vibrated, all the surrounding sounds seemed to disappear without a trace...

"What's going on here?"