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

The leader, of course, was the one who believed he could cut through all the gods and Buddhas, the demon god Nobunaga himself...

This kind of thing is not impossible to happen. The "Oda Nobunaga" who was previously devoured by Yang Yuhuan's fire essence did not leave any reference information or memory. He was a puppet of no value.

Duanmu Ye didn't know how many such puppets there were. Maybe there were a dozen or so, or maybe hundreds or even thousands...

After all, behind this Holy Grail War, there is the full support of the German Nazis, so magical resources are naturally not a problem. The Einzbern family, as the spoils of the Holy Grail War model, has provided all the android technology to date, so forming an android army does not seem to be a problem.

"How about it, can you draw the details inside?"

While thinking, Duanmu Ye looked at Van Gogh beside him, but when he asked, the latter just shook his head slightly.

"That's right. It's such a chaotic scene. It's unclear what happened inside."

Duanmu Ye couldn't help but laugh at himself. He actually expected Van Gogh to paint the interior without any forerunners...

It was obvious that all the works Van Gogh had painted before were based on him as the anchor point and the main subject of the painting. At this moment, he had not gone there first, so Van Gogh naturally could not use his painting skills to show what happened in the chaotic base.

As he slowly stood up, Duanmu Ye rearranged his clothes and confirmed that his current condition was due to the power of Hastur. Duanmu Ye no longer hesitated.

"In that case, let me go and take a look first!"

That's right, no matter what decision is made, no matter what situation is faced, there must always be someone walking in the front to find a way to dawn in the darkness, and Duanmu Ye naturally shoulders such a responsibility.

It had nothing to do with any particularly lofty ideals or concepts. He simply felt that letting two little girls act as pioneers was too inhumane. Even for someone as selfish and egoistic as him, he didn't think he could use his Master status to drive them to do something that would face unknown dangers.

However, Yang Yuhuan, the genuine Servant, did not think so.

"Duanmu, no, Master, I also want to contribute my strength to you! Perhaps this strength is a little too small for you, but since I am your Servant and you are my Master, the master I should serve, please agree to this!"

Yang Yuhuan seemed to have been obsessed with the idea of ​​contributing her own strength since her trip back. Looking at the determined face the girl showed to him, Duanmu Ye finally rejected her proposal before Van Gogh was eager to speak.

"You stay here and look after Van Gogh. I'm worried about either of you acting alone, and I'm also worried about whether I'll have the chance to take care of you if you two stay with me."

Duanmu Ye did not hide anything and told the two girls in front of him everything he was worried about.

If it was a small-scale battle, like the unexpected battle against Okita Souji, he would naturally bring Van Gogh and Yang Yuhuan with him without hesitation. Because he had not awakened into the Demon God Souji, the role that Okita Souji could play was basically that of a half-baked Servant who could be killed by his own weak attributes at any time due to a tug-of-war.

Although Duanmu Ye did not dare to guarantee that the Demon God Souji and the Demon God Nobunaga would appear in this Holy Grail War at the same time, if this situation of two demons in one game happened in other battlefields, Duanmu Ye might feel panicked.

But this is Japan. No matter how noisy the two Japanese demons are, they are just demons extended from this remote and tiny place. Even if they appear here by the side of the sixth heaven demon king Mara, the extent they can do is still just the limit of what this island can bear.

Therefore, there will definitely not be two demon variants in this Holy Grail War. If it is confirmed that the demonized person is Oda Nobunaga, then even if Okita Souji runs back later, all Duanmu Ye can do is send her back with a smile.

Looking at the two people who gradually relaxed because of his words, Duanmu Ye smiled and reached out to tidy up their clothes that were blown askew by the wind due to their hurried journey.

Immediately, he looked at Yang Yuhuan, who was closest to him, and tried his best to adjust his emotions to a point where he would not make the other party worry.

"Van Gogh needs someone to accompany him so that he can devote himself to his creation. So Yuhuan, can you help me accompany Van Gogh?"

This time, Duanmu Ye did not choose to say things like "I will be back soon", because at this moment, when he saw the rioting army base, he felt extremely uneasy in his heart.

This uneasiness may come from the demon Nobunaga, or it may come from other possibilities. After all, the commotion happening here is definitely not likely to attract only him. Li Shuwen, who was supposed to appear here, and Sakamoto Ryoma, who was watching Oda Nobunaga's every move, may come here and observe secretly, waiting for an opportunity to act.

In short, this secret base that was originally hidden has now been exposed to everyone's sight, and there is no problem in regarding it as the place for the final decisive battle.

As if he could see through Duanmu Ye's heart, Van Gogh behind Yang Yuhuan had a hesitant expression. As the one who had been with Duanmu Ye the longest, she naturally knew what would happen next.

However, Van Gogh finally resisted the urge to tell Yang Yuhuan the truth hidden in his heart. It was not until Duanmu Ye left that she sat down on the jellyfish stool that had appeared behind her at some point.

"Huh... I thought we'd be discovered..."

"No, it seems like Duanmu has already discovered it..."

Duanmu Ye's body disappeared very quickly, as if it had never existed, with only a wisp of wind blowing quietly past.

On the hill where the two of them were left alone, there was Yang Yuhuan's fire, so the coldness naturally had no effect on them. However, Van Gogh seemed to have a flash of inspiration and came in front of Yang Yuhuan, speaking with a wicked smile.

"I'm a quick painter. How about we quietly go down and take a look later?"

"Isn't this... not a good idea?"

Yang Yuhuan looked a little embarrassed, but when she wanted to remind Van Gogh that Duanmu Ye had told her to take good care of her before leaving, she found that Van Gogh, who was whispering in her ear the previous second, had somehow returned quietly to the jellyfish chair and was concentrating on painting.

Yang Yuhuan walked forward, deliberately lowering her steps, trying not to make any noise, so as not to disturb Van Gogh who was painting.

The fact was just as Yang Yuhuan thought. At that moment, Van Gogh was indeed trying hard to paint something, but she couldn't understand the painting made of so much paint...

As her eyes gradually couldn't keep up with Van Gogh's painting speed, stars began to spin in Yang Yuhuan's eyes, and even her body couldn't help but shake.

"What...what is this..."

At this moment, there are countless almost indistinguishable blocks of color in Van Gogh's painting, but there is only one point that has extremely subtle color composition. It is a tall armor and a small man with his back to the painting, with only the shadow of his back.

Yang Yuhuan couldn't understand, but Van Gogh knew exactly what these two different figures represented...

"Mori no Kagawa? That's indeed my name!"

He accepted the name very easily. The tall armored warrior held two swords in his hands, which were incompatible with the name, and put Duanmu Ye, who was floating in front of him, into an unspeakable situation.

This guy...is he an imitator of Miyamoto Musashi, or a character from some other two-sword style?

In Duanmu Ye's impression, although Mori Kanaga is called "Ghost Musashi", he has nothing to do with "Musashi".

Therefore, Mori Kanaga, who originally used a gun as a weapon, now appeared in front of him with two katanas in his hands, one long and one short. Duanmu Ye had no reason not to suspect that in the future, unknown to him, the sequel to "The Imperial Capital Holy Grail Tales" would suddenly be like Li Shuwen who lost his gun and used his fists, and Mori Kanaga also lost his gun and used two swords...

But how could that be possible?!

Rather than saying that in a future that does not exist, Mori Yoshinaga, who has already been implemented in the neighboring FGO, suddenly picked up the dual swords, it is better to treat the dual-sword mechanical warrior in front of you as Miyamoto Musashi himself!

Duanmu Ye admitted that he almost cursed for a moment, but since he was already in the process of figuring out Oda Nobunaga, he ran into the culprit who caused all this in advance.

Then he would have no reason to escape anymore. Being able to eliminate him here would be enough to start the opening ceremony of the final battle of the Holy Grail War.

At the same time, the mecha warrior named "Mori Kachinaga" also noticed the wind flowing around. The fire surrounding the entire base seemed to have formed a natural barrier under the influence of these winds, a barrier that ordinary people could not detect.

The eyes under the helmet gradually narrowed, and as he looked at the guy in front of him whose face he couldn't see clearly, there was a hint of expectation on Miyamoto Musashi's face.

As she posed with her two swords, she didn't care about the restrictions imposed by the armor on her body. It was as if she had naturally become one with it. The wind that blew past her blew back again.

Duanmu Ye was stunned, but the other party did not give him a chance to be stunned.

The sparks from the collision of weapons stirred up a gust of wind and fire. He raised his hand to block the long sword and used the tentacles to restrict the movement of the short sword. But the next moment, the short sword used the back of the sword to knock the long sword away. The long sword, which fell freely after flying out, fell down and cut off the tentacles that bound the short sword.

As they further distanced themselves, they saw several more cuts of varying depths on the hard armor, while Duanmu Ye's yellow clothing became even more tattered...

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I’ve almost recovered. I’ll start with 8,000 tomorrow and try to finish this volume this month!

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 29: I want to kill someone with a borrowed knife, but are you serious?

"Oh? This power reminds me of some interesting people and things..."

The mecha warrior let out a hearty laugh. It was not worried about the few scars left on its body. On the contrary, it felt unprecedented excitement because of these scars on its body.

Duanmu Ye's face became even uglier. Although the other party's voice seemed to have been specially processed, making it impossible to accurately distinguish the other party's gender through the voice, the other party's identity could not be accurately determined through the tone and personality.

Whether the other party is "Mori Yoshinaga" can almost be put before all doubts, but if the other party is really Miyamoto Musashi, really the Miyamoto Musashi he is familiar with...

Would she really accept the "real name" that I gave her so calmly at the moment when I called her "Mori Kanaga" just now?

For a moment, Duanmu Ye was a little confused about whether his judgment was correct, because it was not uncommon for a person who should not have appeared in the Holy Grail War to suddenly appear. Arthur Pendragon was a good example.

It is precisely because of the existence of Arthur Pendragon, a worker of the suppression force, that Duanmu Ye almost denies all other possibilities at this moment, and combines all the existing details to determine that it is "Miyamoto Musashi", who is also a worker chosen by the suppression force.

Unlike many other candidates chosen by the suppression force, Duanmu Ye was not surprised at all by the appearance of Miyamoto Musashi.

As Miyamoto Musashi from a foreign lost belt, unlike Miyamoto Musashi in pan-human history, she has no "hometown" and no place that can bring her a sense of belonging. She can be said to be a wanderer without any worries.

Just like her past that had no origin, her future will also be abandoned by all possibilities at a certain moment, and she will eventually return to being a wanderer at the end of zero. It is precisely this past and experience that has caused her to not be affected by any external factors. Physical scars or mental trauma are proof of her "existence here". Her own mental pollution can be said to be of no use to her.

However, this Holy Grail War already has two Servants favored by the power of suppression. Now there is another Miyamoto Musashi. Is it really to fill the gap left by Okita Souji?

Duanmu Ye didn't agree, because Okita Souji also played with a sword, and Miyamoto Musashi also played with a sword. Both of them were Servants with extremely high Saber adaptability, so it was completely possible to regard the mecha warrior in front of them as a Saber.

"Heroic Spirits are not divided into past, present, and future, and Servants who respond to the Holy Grail may even carry memories of past Holy Grail Wars."

Duanmu Ye paused, removed the disguise on his face, took off the creepy pale mask, revealing his human form and smiled indifferently.

"I don't know...what kind of people and things would make you think of them?"

Since mental pollution and physical damage have no effective effect on "Miyamoto Musashi", why not try some other methods and take some paths that abnormal people would never think of?

As expected, when he raised his head and took off the mask to reveal the face of the blond handsome boy, Duanmu Ye could clearly feel that the tall mecha warrior in front of him showed a bit of daze, which was an emotion that had not appeared in all the previous contacts.

Through the emotions felt by those invisible tentacles, or perhaps the "tentacles of the world's evil," Duanmu Ye seemed to have achieved complete sync with the mind of the towering mecha warrior before her. Her doubts, her confusion, and her certainty were all clear to her at this moment...

"This... is an illusion, right?"

He didn't hesitate for long and responded quickly, but he was not as eager to attack as he was in the first battle. Instead, he relaxed a little when he saw clearly the appearance he was currently borrowing.

Duanmu Ye certainly knew what Miyamoto Musashi was interested in and what he could remain calm about. If the other person was really the Miyamoto Musashi he knew, then the beautiful boy or girl would be someone she would be close to.

For a man in his twenties like him, transforming into a beautiful girl to seduce others is a bit too avant-garde. If he were still in school, he might follow the plots in some animations he has seen to satisfy his curiosity.

However, in fact, he is no longer at the age where he wants to satisfy his curiosity. Even if there is such an opportunity, Duanmu Ye will unhesitatingly choose a beautiful boy who is more compatible with him rather than a beautiful girl.

Duanmu Ye was generally satisfied with this result. After all, this question just proved that the other party was indeed the "Miyamoto Musashi" he knew, the "Miyamoto Musashi" from the foreign lossbelt, not the male Musashi from pure pan-human history.

"Well, who knows... I'm not even sure what's underneath the mask..."

Duanmu Ye did not stop disguising herself at this point. On the contrary, because she had disguised herself as a beautiful boy, she should put herself into this identity and let the other party confirm that she was indeed a Servant who was lost here like her, so that she would relax her hostility towards her a little bit because of her identity.

Regardless of anything else, the main thing is that Miyamoto Musashi's ability is like that of the demon god Souji, the ability to end all karma.

Although there is a suspicion that Japanese writers are praising their own historical figures in their own games, the setting is like this. No matter how unwilling I am to accept it, I can only slowly explore under such a setting.

Duanmu Ye naturally wouldn't be afraid of these things. After all, there are loopholes in the settings that can be exploited. He has even plotted against Mushroom's biological father, so what can these characters do?

Therefore, while pretending to be weak, it withdrew all its tentacles, which seemed to be alert due to fear, and looked pitiful, weak, and helpless...

"how so......"

At this moment, Miyamoto Musashi was also a little undecided. Although her thoughts were inexplicably confused because of the job issue, it did not mean that she could not distinguish between what was fantasy and what was reality.

As a wanderer who has traveled through many worlds, Miyamoto Musashi's mind has been tempered to the point of being "calm and still." She believes that mental manipulations like illusions can no longer deceive her heart and eyes, but this Servant before her...

She really couldn't be sure whether what the person in front of her said was true or false...

"I can't trust you."

The long knife was extended again, pointing directly at Duanmu Ye who was hanging his head in front of him.

Although Miyamoto Musashi did not like to attack children, the Servant in front of her who had just fought with her had obviously exceeded the capabilities of a child-type Servant.

The corner of her eyes locked onto the person in front of her. Both his body shape and spiritual reactions were completely different from the child-type Servants she was familiar with.

"Huh, you still haven't been fooled yet..."

Duanmu Ye no longer hid, and the aura that he had concealed before burst out at this moment, even more majestic and turbulent than the aura he emitted a moment ago.

The surrounding flames were blown into billowing waves by the wind and waves. Miyamoto Musashi, who was not attracted by them, held his two swords in front of him to prevent the aggressive wind blades from causing damage to himself.

Duanmu Ye slowly raised his head but did not put away his disguise, nor did he put on the mask of the King in Yellow again.

The golden hair sparkled in the flames, and the sky-blue eyes and hair color, full of foreign aristocratic aura, formed a stark contrast with the tattered yellow clothes on his body, which made Miyamoto Musashi, who was in the armor, feel dazed for a moment.

There was no doubt that the opponent's magic power was extremely huge, stronger than many Casters she had seen. Even gods might not have such magic power to control it at will.

However, this result only proved that he was an extremely powerful Servant, and he still couldn't deny to her that he was a Servant lost in this world that looked like a singularity.

If he really was a Servant formed from a collection of vengeful spirits like Jack, then he hadn't been deceiving himself from the beginning...

Miyamoto Musashi shook her head. She tried her best to stay sober and not let herself be swayed by any special emotions.

The two knives, one long and one short, held tightly in his hands flashed with their own light, and the magic lingering in them gradually became brighter and purer as his eyes became more determined.

She came here to solve the problem of the singularity. Since the Servant in front of her is a hostile Servant, there is nothing to say.

The "Fifth Force" gathered on the two swords in your hands. At this moment, Miyamoto Musashi no longer hid anything. He just responded to the name "Ghost Musashi Monk Kacho" called by the other party, but it was just a whim. After all, they were all "Musashi". If he agreed, he agreed. It was no big deal.

In response to this, she noticed that the surrounding magical power began to gather on Miyamoto Musashi's two swords without her control, and even the shadow of the statue of Tenma Daijizai slowly gathered behind her had a faint trace.

This is not Miyamoto Musashi's treasure, but merely the most intuitive manifestation of a certain ability she possesses, an ability that can use her martial arts to the greatest extent possible to create the most intuitive damage.

Duanmu Ye's face was solemn. Even at this moment, he still positioned himself as weaker than Miyamoto Musashi.

He did not completely reveal his cards to Miyamoto Musashi. Even if he could actually agree to Miyamoto Musashi, he did not intend to start a war on the first day they met once he confirmed the other party's identity.

She is the chosen worker sent by the Suppression Force, and a wanderer without any weaknesses. It is too risky and unnecessary to fight to the death with such a character.

The way to defeat her is not just a life-and-death fight. Although Duanmu Ye has not studied the military tactics of his ancestors, he knows that some things cannot be achieved by passion alone.

He had had enough of the days of plastering on the construction site, and he had also seen a lot of the social skills of those leaders. Naturally, he knew how practical the method of appealing to people's emotions and persuading them with reason was.

At this moment, looking at Miyamoto Musashi who was using almost 100% or even 90% of his strength, and whose aura and posture were constantly expanding, Duanmu Ye did not hesitate to increase his own strength to a level slightly weaker than hers.