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

Yang Yuhuan tilted her head, somewhat puzzled.

When Duanmu Ye noticed the emotions behind him, he chose to confess his thoughts to Yang Yuhuan.

"Oda Nobunaga might have enough android bodies as consumables to delay the battle, or to gather intelligence. While there are simple ways to deal with such behavior, I'm particularly interested in the idea of ​​using clones that aren't the original to harass others."

Duanmu Ye opened his eyes. There was not a trace of light in his deep eyes, but beneath such deep eyes, there was a sea of ​​stars that he was constantly thinking about.

How could he create an avatar that could cause enough trouble to others?

"Speaking of which... Duanmu Ye, you can extend part of your body, right?"

Yang Yuhuan's voice rang in his ears, which made Duanmu Ye's expression gradually become strange.

"Indeed, the ability of the Nobleman of the Wind can indeed be said to be an extension of the body..."

Duanmu Ye was not sure which battle Yang Yuhuan was talking about, but this did not prevent him from sharing his abilities as intelligence with Yang Yuhuan, whom he could already call "trustworthy."

The fact that she was willing to come back after leaving was enough to make Duanmu Ye change his previous attitude towards her. What's more, Duanmu Ye had now figured out under what circumstances Ktugeya appeared. The one who was really possessed by Ktugeya was actually himself who was locked in through contact with Yang Yuhuan.

"In that case, wouldn't it be better to cut off the extra part and then find a way to turn it into a clone?"

Yang Yuhuan's words made Duanmu Ye stand up suddenly. He looked at Yang Yuhuan behind him with some disbelief. She tilted her head and looked puzzled.

This guy...does he really realize what he's saying?

Duanmu Ye was silent. At this moment, he couldn't say anything to comment on Yang Yuhuan's proposal.

Because, for someone like me who is possessed by an alien god, it is indeed the simplest and crudest behavior, and it is also the only way to achieve the degree I want.

But this behavior is too unrealistic, cutting off a part of one's own body and then cultivating it into an individual like oneself...

What he needs is a clone, a controllable puppet, not a clone that is the same as himself, or may even have the same thoughts as himself!

That might turn into an act of conscious transformation, which is too dangerous and too risky. What's more, if the clone is uncontrollable and causes widespread destruction, wouldn't one's reputation be ruined?

Even though I don't have much of a reputation right now...

Duanmu Ye was a little speechless, but Yang Yuhuan continued to add to the conversation.

"What I mean is, as long as you are sure that something like that is a part of you, then you can attach it to some inorganic matter that you can control and develop it into an ordinary puppet, just like this..."

Yang Yuhuan seemed extremely serious, as if to prove that she could help. She took out a pipa from somewhere and summoned the spirit of fire. She attached it to the ceramic cup on the table and kept twisting, swaying, and expanding it... until it rolled to the ground, and then a flame as high as a person rose up, gradually revealing the same appearance as Yang Yuhuan.

Watching this scene, Duanmu Ye suddenly had some inspiration, but he still realized that he could not be compared with Yang Yuhuan.

"Yuhuan, I know what you mean. However, the Flame Spirits have self-awareness, and they will obey your orders unconditionally.

But I am different. My power comes from others. They don’t recognize me as a person, but this power. Therefore, I cannot easily use this power to create anything. It is like the symbiote’s almost invincible ability except for its fear of noise. I cannot guarantee whether the symbiote separated from me will be afraid of noise...”

Yang Yuhuan seemed a little disappointed after being rejected, but Duanmu Ye still comforted her.

"I'll think about it, but not right now. Van Gogh should have recovered enough. Could you please bring her down with you?"

Duanmu Ye smiled and spoke in the gentlest tone possible.

Watching Yang Yuhuan's back as she walked briskly up the stairs, Duanmu Ye gradually restrained the smile on his face and looked at the ceramic cup on the ground that had been burned black due to the loss of its fire essence.

As he bent down to pick it up, the cuffs of his yellow jacket moved slightly, as if they had self-awareness and wrapped around the cup, continuing to expand.

As he took the initiative to cut it off and placed the cup on the table, away from the table, Duanmu Ye suddenly found that he could still feel the presence of the cup, as if it was in his hand.

However, this feeling only lasted for a few minutes before he began to become restless. Duanmu Ye immediately used flames to burn out the remaining pieces of cloth that could still be suppressed, and Van Gogh's voice sounded behind him.

"Duan...Duanmu, are we really going to leave like this..."

Biwa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 27: Berserker, Miyamoto Musashi

"What are you talking about? Operating at night is called catching the enemy by surprise! Do you think it's just an ordinary day like yesterday? This is the Holy Grail War, it's war time!"

Duanmu Ye mercilessly hit Van Gogh on the head with his knife. The petite girl staggered for a moment, then squatted on the ground with her head in her arms. She was almost sober from the alcohol she had previously drunk.

Yang Yuhuan covered her mouth and wanted to support Van Gogh, but the hand she had just extended stopped when Van Gogh squatted down and showed a slight sneer.

"Hey...hey...I'm back, feeling familiar..."

That’s right, the complaints just now were all because of the pain at this moment. Duanmu Ye was very helpless when he saw this scene, but he didn’t say much.

He had long known that Van Gogh's complaints just now were purely for getting into the mood. In the past week, even he was almost thinking that he had returned to normal life, let alone Van Gogh, who had worked so hard to get into the mood.

Under such pain, Van Gogh naturally returned to the state he was in when they first met. Even Yang Yuhuan, who had never seen Van Gogh like this, covered her mouth in surprise and withdrew her hand that wanted to support her.

The pain was nothing to Van Gogh. Compared to the damage that would have resulted in blood and flesh, even if Duanmu Ye had not held back his force, the knife strike was merely a means for Van Gogh to regain consciousness.

Because of the pain, she was able to wake up from her dazed state, although the drunken state still filled her body, making Van Gogh feel limp...

However, precisely because of this, now that his strength had more or less recovered, Van Gogh also wanted to confirm whether his body could still endure some inhuman pain like he had during his Servant period.

The reality was just as Van Gogh had hoped. Not only did his abilities return, but even his extraordinary endurance had returned. Even if he was sent to the front lines, he would definitely be able to help Duanmu, right?!

Van Gogh squatted on the ground and smiled foolishly, but she only heard a sigh in her ear, and her body was lifted up without any resistance, hanging in the air, perfectly meeting Yang Yuhuan's pretty face that wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

In an instant, Van Gogh's face turned red with shame, but he did not resist at all. Duanmu Ye carried him to the door.

"Pfft..."

The faint laughter coming from behind was naturally caught by Van Gogh. The sense of shame from the heart was a kind of "pain" she had never felt before. There was no doubt that she had some indescribable feeling.

"Let's go. I'm counting on you for this raid, Van Gogh."

Duanmu Ye chuckled and joked, which made Yang Yuhuan, who followed him out of the room, a little confused.

In her eyes, Van Gogh was just an ordinary girl, although she liked to paint, listened to her own music, and even shared some of her favorite snacks with her, which seemed to be eaten with "coffee"...

But not surprisingly, in this short day, Van Gogh appeared in front of her as just an ordinary girl who was very similar to her. If possible, Yang Yuhuan actually wanted to introduce her favorite Persian maid to her.

Unfortunately, she didn't seem to come down with him... The only ones accompanying him were the Emperor of Heaven and his companions...

Suddenly, Yang Yuhuan stopped and frowned as if she was thinking about something, but Duanmu Ye and Van Gogh in front of her did not notice that she had stopped and was thinking hard.

"Who is the Emperor of Heaven?"

Yang Yuhuan blinked, her confused eyes showing some uncertainty and hesitation about her own memory.

She knew clearly that it was the Emperor of Heaven who helped her reincarnate, and perhaps even her own "Son of Heaven" was reincarnated with the help of the Emperor of Heaven.

However, she was not sure whether the "Lord Emperor of Heaven" really existed. The concept of him was too vague. Relying solely on her own memory, Yang Yuhuan could not confirm his existence at all.

"Ms. Yang...Ms. Yang Yuhuan..."

Van Gogh's cautious voice came from not far away. Yang Yuhuan suddenly came to her senses and trotted to the side of Van Gogh and Duanmu Ye. Seeing the slightly happy face of Van Gogh, Yang Yuhuan unconsciously looked at Duanmu Ye who was looking at Van Gogh with an indescribable gentle smile, and also looking at herself with a smile.

With just one glance, Yang Yuhuan realized that it was Duanmu Ye who made Van Gogh call her. This unintentional behavior seemed to be to bring Van Gogh closer to her, and it seemed to be for Van Gogh, as well as for her...

For some reason, Yang Yuhuan felt an inexplicable warmth in her heart. Obviously, nothing had happened. She was just like this, with Van Gogh leaning on her arm and walking side by side unsteadily. However, an emotion that seemed to have been forgotten long ago was gradually emerging from the deepest part of her heart.

However, even though Yang Yuhuan felt a little itchy due to the inexplicable emotions in her heart, she still asked the question that she particularly wanted to ask.

"So we're going to walk there?"

"Ah, my bike is a bit too high-end for this era, and it will be recognized immediately... If you mind, you can ride on my shoulders..."

Yang Yuhuan ultimately rejected the proposal. After all, she was no longer a royal concubine, and naturally would not enjoy the right to arbitrarily force others to do something for her.

Besides, she actually didn't like sending others around. These were all things that the Emperor had heard from someone, but they did bring her different surprises every time...

At this moment, looking at the figure walking in front of her, although there was not much communication between them, Yang Yuhuan could say with certainty that the feeling Duanmu Ye gave her was completely different from the feeling Van Gogh gave her, but what exactly was the difference...

Yang Yuhuan couldn't say...

At the same time, inside the Fourth Magical Institution of the Imperial Japanese Army, surrounded by various instruments, countless men in officer uniforms were constantly discussing some extremely confidential topics.

Regarding the armored giant in the huge container in front of them, they all believed that as long as the magician could summon him correctly, this armor, which was built with all the strength of the entire Japanese Empire, would surely make him invincible.

Even though the character they wanted to summon was known as the strongest swordsman in the world in their culture, they still did not hesitate to prepare an armor for him to amplify his magic power so that he could act alone.

Of course, the main purpose of this armor is not just to provide the Servant with a high amount of magic power that ordinary magicians cannot provide. The most important magic circuit engraved in this armor is restrictive magic, which is the magic seal used to control the Servant bound in this armor.

This kind of thing is naturally very normal for ordinary magicians, but it is not normal for the Japanese officers who assist in the summoning.

"Has the Sixth Heavenly Demon King issued the order?... It's hard to believe that a terrifying being like her could lose to another Servant."

"Hey, the data on that Servant has come out. It's full of question marks, to the point where it's unobservable. So the Demon King wants an absolutely loyal ally to fight against that unobservable Servant together with her."

A non-commissioned officer lowered his head, bent over, and handed the report in his hand to the officer standing in front of him. The surrounding noise seemed out of place with the silence beside the officer.

In silence, the officer took the information bag from the non-commissioned officer and began to read it. After a moment, he turned around and went to the microphone.

"Bring those Masters here..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wall that had no traces on it suddenly rumbled, and a group of children with various skin colors and appearances were pushed out. However, their ages were all between eight and twelve years old, and without exception, they were all young children who had just begun to develop self-awareness.

As the soldiers gathered in this secret room moved briskly, the center, which was originally filled with various tightly packed instruments, gradually became empty.

Everyone stayed at the edge of the wall, silently looking at the instrument in the center and the armor inside.

This was because there was a magic circle carved with blood on the ground centered on the armor. Even though several children were killed in it, the officer, who was well prepared, stared at everything in front of him without changing his expression.

The crimson magic circle emitted an eerie glow under the light, and the blood-strewn ground was filled with vital magic. The children who were placed at various locations as sacrifices were injected with some drugs to prevent them from escaping and destroying the magic circle under their feet.

"Summoning ceremony, begin!"

As the officer finished speaking, a small opening gradually opened up under the instrument that was originally only visible on the armor, and the slowly rising hilt inside seemed to be quite old. The yellow cloth on it seemed to have turned yellow due to the erosion of time, or perhaps the sweat that the owner of this knife had soaked in during his lifetime still remained on it today.

For no apparent reason, as the blade slowly extended, the empty armor inside grasped the hilt of the knife under the control of a mechanical arm. At this moment, the ritual array also emitted a dazzling light, blinding the eyes of everyone present.

The dazzling light gradually faded as time passed, and there was no reaction at the moment, with many people whispering behind their backs.

No one knew what the holy relic their superior had prepared was. After all, the sword was completely wrapped in gauze, with only the hilt exposed to allow the armored man to hold it.

There are countless famous swordsmen in Japanese history. Although they would probably choose the strongest swordsman based on their understanding of their superiors, there are so many people in history who have mentioned his name. If they summon a weak Servant who has not done anything great, wouldn't it be a waste of all their resources and time?

With a light cough, everything around fell into silence. As the fog that was raised for unknown reasons dissipated from the middle, everyone noticed the tall man standing in the center.

The katana that was supposed to be summoned as a holy relic has now become two swords, one worn on the waist and the other on the right hand of the tall armored man.

The two scabbards, one long and one short, were undoubtedly an announcement to everyone by the officer who was performing the summoning ceremony that his summoning ceremony was completed very thoroughly, and that he had indeed summoned the "Miyamoto Musashi" he wanted to summon!

"Welcome to 20th-century Japan, Shinmen Musashi no Kami Fujiwara no Genshin! Having traveled extensively throughout the country to hone your skills, you surely long to challenge new opponents in this new era!"

As he spoke, the officer walked forward with a smile and opened his arms, as if to make the gesture more vivid. At this moment, he was extremely energetic.

However, the next second, at a speed that almost no one could react to, the smoke and dust that had not completely dissipated was cut off by a knife, but there was clearly only a cut mark, and the hands of the highest-ranking officer standing in the front suddenly flew into the air.

Pain, belated realization...

The kneeling officer had his head cut off before he could even start to wail in pain, and the surrounding soldiers stood still after seeing this scene, not reacting at all to what was happening.

The arm engraved with the Command Seal fell from the sky to the ground. The sound of the collision was like the tolling of a death knell. The next moment, the soldiers who were still standing in place were torn apart. The speed was so fast that all of them were killed or injured in the blink of an eye. No one had time to escape from this research institute buried deep underground.

Shaking off the blood on the blade in his hand, the armored warrior turned his head and looked at the figure of the child who was also lying on the ground without a breath. There was only a hole in the mask for the eyes, and a hint of scarlet flashed, but then he couldn't stop sighing helplessly.

"Really... I thought I'd have some udon here, but my thoughts are so confused, it seems I've been dragged into something really troublesome again..."

After saying that, he looked into the deep darkness, and the open door seemed to lead to the outside world.

"Alright! Before we solve the problem, let's just clean up these crazy pests!"

Biwa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 28: Mori Kanaga picked up the double swords, and Ghost Musashi became Real Musashi?

"Eh? Why are they fighting among themselves?"

Gazing into the distance from the top of the hill, Duanmu Ye could see the military base with tanks, armored vehicles, and even various infantry constantly coming and going. For a moment, he was a little unsure whether this was a good show directed and performed by Oda Nobunaga to attract him, or whether something really happened between them that was worthy of internal fighting.

"Could it be that they did some strange experiment?"

Van Gogh, who had long since learned from Duanmu Ye how extreme the people living on this remote island were, spoke first. Even Yang Yuhuan, who had some impression of Japan but no practical concept of it, nodded emphatically in agreement with Van Gogh's words.

"That's certainly possible... perhaps something went wrong with Berserker's summoning ritual."

Duanmu Ye nodded, agreeing with what Van Gogh and Yang Yuhuan whispered, but he did not take advantage of the chaos to attack when he was almost certain of this.

According to the information Duanmu Ye had, the Berserker summoned in this Holy Grail War was none other than the "Ghost Musashi" Mori Yoshinaga who would cause such chaos.

In the original "Imperial Capital Holy Grail Tales", the base of the Army's Fourth Magical Organization was indeed summoned by Mori Yoshinaga to launch an almost indiscriminate massacre. Just like the nature of many Berserkers, it is extremely foolish to speculate on their actions and personalities with normal thinking.

The army major made such a low-level mistake, trying to use the command seals and the specially made special armor to control this "Ghost Musashi", causing him and them to lose their lives in vain.

It can be said that the massacre and riot that occurred in the army base was an inevitable event recorded in the story. Duanmu Ye did not intend to sneak in so early to compete with that mad dog Mori Kanaga. His goal from the beginning was only one, that is to confirm whether Oda Nobunaga was in this base!

The existence of Demon King Nobunaga is really too worrying, especially when the situation has developed to the point where Duanmu Ye cannot find relevant information and pictures from his memory about the story of "The Imperial Capital Holy Grail Tales".

Is the "clone" created by Oda Nobunaga using the Einzbern family's android technology the result of possession, or is it a slice that can be produced?

If it was the latter, then Duanmu Ye had reason to believe that what he would face next was the army of Oda Nobunaga, which was formed by connecting the many possibilities of Oda Nobunaga through the Holy Grail...