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

Okada Izo was a little disappointed. He was looking at the flames rising into the sky and the air filled with all kinds of magical powers, and thought of coming over to look for someone to kill.

Although he had killed many officers and soldiers who shot at him on the way here, in fact, compared to those weak humans, Okada Izo preferred to slaughter Servants of the same kind as himself.

But soon, Okada Izo suppressed the disappointment on his face. After all, even a small ant is still meat. Even if this girl who was obviously full of Servant reactions was not a regular Servant in this Holy Grail War, she must have been summoned illegally by someone.

Since he's a Servant that was summoned illegally... then there shouldn't be any problem killing him, right?

He carried the katana on his shoulder and slowly walked towards Van Gogh with extremely light steps. Under Okada Izo's evil smile, he almost regarded Van Gogh as the soul that would die under his sword.

Van Gogh desperately wanted to escape, but the wall that had just been split open by the enemy blocked her escape to either side. Behind her was only a bottomless flame. She had no idea whether the flames were the dead end wall or the flames deeper inside...

"Want to escape? But where can you escape to?"

Okada Izo's face was filled with smiles. At this moment, he had already thought of countless ways to torture the person in front of him. It was too easy to get some information from her mouth. After all, she was like fish on the chopping board, and his knife could kill her at any time.

Van Gogh took out his paintbrush and pointed it in the direction of Okada Izo, but the imagined scene of it turning into a weapon did not appear. This made Van Gogh a little panicked for a while as he had not tried to take out the paintbrush staff for a long time.

"You're actually pointing a paintbrush at me? Little guy, you're so adorable... Don't worry, I'm very professional and will definitely not let you feel any unnecessary pain!"

In an instant, Okada Izo took the sword from his shoulder, swung it to the side and put it back on his waist, making the gesture of drawing the sword and slashing.

"First meeting... and then, die--!"

Although he was clearly surrounded by flames, the sword in Okada Izo's hand was flashing with a strange cold light. He just drew his sword and slashed, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of Van Gogh, who was dozens of steps away.

She still held the paintbrush toward Okada Izo, praying in her heart for a miracle to happen, but in her sight until the last moment, the paintbrush did not change at all.

An abnormal chill hit Van Gogh in the face, and he closed his eyes in despair. But the next second, a crisp sound of hitting his ears rang out.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a huge sunflower paintbrush that knocked Okada Izou dozens of meters away. When Van Gogh looked back, Duanmu Ye had changed his clothes and turned into a human figure covered in flames.

"It's true that enemies often meet on narrow roads. I just came back from that place and saw you, Okada Izo. You either flee in a panic and get killed by me, or you get killed by me. Choose one!"

Biwa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 33: The Death of Okada Izo

Duanmu Ye was not surprised by the appearance of Okada Izo, but he was a little confused that he did not continue to look for Li Shuwen in this area, but instead focused on Van Gogh.

Just now, he used the wind escape ability of the "Noble Prince of Wind" to disguise himself as the "reality" of his exit. In order to make Miyamoto Musashi and Oda Nobunaga completely confront each other, he had to change into the more dangerous and more difficult to control Cthugha mode and circled in the fire scene.

His ability to move in Cthugha mode is no less than that in Hastur's state, except that one only needs wind to move, while the other can only move in places with fire in order not to expose himself easily. It can be said that there are considerable restrictions here.

Even so, Duanmu Ye still explored some parts of the army base, and of course did not miss Sakamoto Ryoma and Li Shuwen, who would definitely be attracted by the turmoil here.

What surprised Duanmu Ye the most was that Sakamoto Ryoma actually allied with Akagi Zoujo and Fujimiya Kyuju, who no longer had Okita Souji as their Servant, and came together to the outskirts of the army base to collect intelligence.

Duanmu Ye knew better than anyone that this army base surrounded by flames had long been turned into Oda Nobunaga's arena. The special magic in the flames was enough to make some magicians who were not so proficient in magic lost in the flames and become the source of Oda Nobunaga's magic power.

All the living people and androids in this army base can be said to be Oda Nobunaga's backup hidden energy. As long as she is willing, all living things above the area covered by the fire will be refined by her and become the source of her magic power.

Similar to the magic formation used to deepen the control of the Command Seals, the massacre and riot at this army base were actually orchestrated by Oda Nobunaga. She didn't mind using the officers at this base as expendable materials to complete her plan of conquering the world. After all, for her, the only people she could trust were a few retainers, and beyond that, there was only herself...

Those officers were not aware of this, and their attempt to use Oda Nobunaga was enough for her to treat them as consumables and rush to the front. Their life and death were even more dispensable to Oda Nobunaga.

Therefore, even though Li Shuwen and Lan Lanfang were sneaking into a place in this army base openly at this moment, Oda Nobunaga's eyes were only on himself and Miyamoto Musashi after he guided him.

Duanmu Ye didn't care about the fight between the two of them. No matter who survived in the end, he would appear in front of them again at the most appropriate time and become the final winner.

Even if the Holy Grail was torn into pieces by Oda Nobunaga, there would be a day when it would be put back together. Now she had three pieces on her body. As long as she put all the pieces she had from Oda Nobunaga together, it would not be a big deal for Duanmu Ye even if it was not a complete Holy Grail.

only......

Duanmu Ye took a deep breath and briefly thought of Yang Yuhuan, who was not found during the search. Although the power of Ketugeya was mainly attached to him, Duanmu Ye was actually still worried about whether Yang Yuhuan would break through to the third stage of spiritual foundation without knowing it, just like Van Gogh did before, and appear in front of him the next time they met, just like before.

This kind of result is not unprecedented. Van Gogh had such a precedent before...

He may not need the Holy Grail, and Van Gogh may no longer need the Holy Grail, but Yang Yuhuan still needs the Holy Grail to pursue her wish. For Duanmu Ye, whether he can obtain a complete Holy Grail is a task that is second only to keeping Yang Yuhuan intact.

But at this moment, rather than finding Yang Yuhuan, rather than investigating what Sakamoto Ryoma and Fujimiya Kyuju were going to do, Duanmu Ye felt a little angry that Okada Izo had given up on chasing Li Shuwen and tried to hurt Van Gogh.

That's right, the last person who tried to do this was exiled to the stars outside of their planet. Perhaps in a future year, when people embark on a journey among the stars, they will be able to see Ryunosuke Uryu floating outside an unknown planet, but for now, he needs another companion...

"Duan, Duanmu! I have a painting for you!"

Van Gogh was somewhat surprised by Duanmu Ye's arrival. Although Duanmu Ye, who was protecting him behind him, was still emitting flames that suppressed all her strength, Van Gogh did not forget what his purpose was in coming here.

However, when she was about to hand the painting to Duanmu Ye in front of her, a wisp of flame quietly spread up from the lowest point, and completely engulfed the painting before it was presented to Duanmu Ye.

The burning pain did not make Van Gogh let go. She kept trying to blow away the flames on the painting with her mouth. She looked extremely embarrassed, but she also endured the severe pain.

Duanmu Ye stretched out his hand and grabbed the burning painting. He knew why the flames burned the painting. It did not come from any one person. This seemingly deliberately guided event was very much like the correction of time and space by the inhibitory force. Although this time and space was most likely divided into the position of the singularity at the moment Miyamoto Musashi appeared, it was precisely because it was a singularity that Duanmu Ye thought of such a thing as the correction of the inhibitory force.

After all, if the historical process is developing well, the restraining force will not interfere. Only when there is a deviation and it believes that there is still room for recovery will it send some capable people to correct such troubles.

Because of this, this almost unexpected thing is most like the restraining force taking action. On the contrary, Okada Izo's encounter with Van Gogh might just be an accident.

But no matter what the conclusion is, Okada Izo's departure is a foregone conclusion. He absolutely cannot allow someone who intends to hurt someone behind him to stand on the surface intact for three minutes.

"I'll count to three, Okada Izo...you can start running!"

"Who are you looking down on!"

The moment the words fell, a vortex of flames was immediately created in the rising flames by the swirling wind and waves. In just a moment, Okada Izo's figure appeared in front of Duanmu Ye again.

He did not use two swords like before, but still started with the sword-drawing and slashing move. This was the embodiment of his treasure [Shimatsuken] and a display of his most proficient killing skills.

The treasure that was previously used against Van Gogh was interrupted by Duanmu Ye. When it was used again, it still did not change its nature as a sword swung "against humans" by an ordinary human.

He did not choose to escape which might have given him a glimmer of hope, but instead chose to release the Noble Phantasm which had not been carried out smoothly before.

However, the sword that seemed to move almost instantly in the eyes of ordinary people was extremely slow in the eyes of Duanmu Ye. The sunflower paintbrush wrapped in flames in his hand also underwent some changes at this moment.

It was no longer its original yellow color, but like its previous self with a charred shell, it was covered with an extremely hard charred layer. A stick as thick as a basin was swung towards Okada Izo, with almost no skill. With just such a simple swing, Okada Izo was sent flying into the flames again.

The flames that spread out in its own domain still have the power of Cthugha. Its ability to devour the opponent's magic power is enough to restrain all beings that need to use magic power in a war of attrition and a protracted war, especially creatures like humans who do not have much magic power stored. Perhaps if they step into it, they will immediately turn into a handful of ashes.

But it was obvious that Okada Izo, as a Servant, was not affected by the latter. However, under the burning of the flames, his breathing became a little rapid when he rushed out of the flames again.

Looking at the stick in his hand, which was no longer a paintbrush, Duanmu Ye's gaze stayed on the petals that should have been used as a saw. Because of Kthugya's power, the blooming flowers had withered and even appeared distorted after being burned by flames.

Now it looks more like a strange staff than before, but compared to magic and sorcery, which he knows nothing about, Duanmu Ye uses it more as an ordinary stick.

In terms of swordsmanship, he is naturally no match for Miyamoto Musashi or Okada Izo who have received professional training, but when it comes to fighting, Duanmu Ye knows a thing or two!

In an instant, Okada Izo rushed out of the flames again with a look of unwillingness on his face. He felt extremely dissatisfied after losing twice to the fire man in front of him.

What Okada Izo could not accept more than being knocked away was the reality of being knocked away by an attack without any skill.

Moreover, his proud ability to learn swordsmanship after watching the opponent use it once was completely useless under this unsystematic and skillless attack!

For Okada Izo, this was as infuriating as if someone was mocking his talent.

"You bastard!"

Okada Izo roared angrily. The consumption of magic power had gradually slowed down the recovery speed of the wounds on his body. Duanmu Ye, who noticed this, specially changed the brush in his hand into a round head. The weapon without any sharp edge could do more than just a harmless blow.

The moment Okada Izo rushed towards him, Duanmu Ye unreservedly poked Okada Izo's face with the paintbrush in his hand, which had almost turned into a stick. He even predicted the extent to which the other party might dodge, and deliberately lowered the paintbrush in his hand a few inches.

Immediately, Okada Izo, who was about to dodge downwards, was hit in the face with incredible precision by the pen stick that almost covered his entire face. The sound of his nose bone being displaced or even broken rang in Okada Musashi's ears. The severe pain even made him lose some consciousness, but he quickly reacted.

He moved his hands at the same moment he was hit. Although he was a little slow due to the brief stagnation of consciousness, he still pulled out the second sword at his waist, which was originally used for sneak attacks, and stabbed forward with all the martial arts he had accumulated.

However, the feeling of piercing the opponent did not pass from the blade to the hand. An extremely hard object acted as armor or shield, blocking the forward thrust. Okada Izo, who was hit in the face by the pen stick, was not able to understand what that thing was at the first time. The lack of vision made him close his eyes, and his body began to perform the second stage of action.

Immediately, Okada Izo's figure disappeared from where the paintbrush was. A cold wind blew by. Duanmu Ye did not look back, but instantly turned the brush stick in his hand into a sharp paintbrush, stabbed it backwards, and at the same time as he threw and turned, he pulled Van Gogh's body to the side.

The sharp brush almost brushed against Van Gogh's body. In this scorching hot environment, the murderous cold wind was a breath that almost anyone could catch.

However, the previous damage to his face had already caused considerable interference to Okada Izo. Whether it was his sight, smell, or the constant tinnitus in his ears, at this moment Okada Izo was almost relying on his body's instincts to deal with the things in front of him.

But the next moment, his body was pierced and shot backwards, being nailed to the collapsed wall...

"Eh? Eh!"

Feeling the burning heat behind him and the sensation of his clothes being cut, Van Gogh belatedly cried out in surprise.

Duanmu Ye looked into the distance with a serious expression. He was extremely angry, but he did not show it so easily.

That’s right, Okada Izo knew very well that he could not beat him. At the moment, he couldn’t even attack him head-on, let alone a surprise attack from behind.

Because of this, Okada Izo chose the most likely breakthrough point...

Blood flowed from the corner of Okada Izo's mouth. Although the Servant's existence was a spirit composed of magical energy, the feedback and performance of the damage were almost the same as when he was alive.

Especially at this moment, the spiritual core that supported his existence had been destroyed by the sharp brush. Although he didn't know how a paintbrush could do such a thing, he had given up thinking about the answer. After all, he should leave the brainpower to Sakamoto Ryoma...

Duanmu Ye walked in front of him and was silent. While looking at Okada Izo, he told him something that he was actually curious about.

"You were actually rescued by Sakamoto Ryoma, right?"

Back to the one-on-one fight with Oda Nobunaga, when he helped Li Shuwen attack Okada Izo, the flames at that time should have hit the opponent, and it was impossible for Okada Izo, who had taken the flames of Cthugha, to be unscathed like this.

At this moment, the clothes on his chest were completely burned by the flames and magic power, and there were large areas of burns on his body that had recovered somewhat, which were the marks left from before.

Okada Izo chuckled, then spoke with difficulty.

"I am Sakamoto Ryoma..."

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 34: Van Gogh's Strange Metaphors, Collaboration with Li Shuwen

Okada Izo has left the stage...

Even at the last moment of his death, his response consisted of only two short sentences.

"Actually, I'm Sakamoto Ryoma..."

Such an answer naturally cannot be regarded as a last will. Others may fall into a certain degree of thinking on such a question, and be confused by Okada Izo's last words and wonder whether he is really Sakamoto Ryoma as he said.

But Duanmu Ye is not someone else. The information about Okada Izo is written in black and white in his diary. His identity is beyond doubt, and there are countless possibilities for the reasons why he said this.

But in the final analysis, these words only conveyed one of Okada Izo's intentions, which was...

—Want to know anything from me? Dream on!

But none of this meant anything anymore. It no longer mattered whether it was his Master or Sakamoto Ryoma who saved him from the flames.

What's important is that Assassin's death replenished some of Oda Nobunaga's magical power, and in order to disguise his own death, Duanmu Ye generously intertwined his own power with Okada Izo's through the brush that pierced through his chest, and now it has probably been fed back into Oda Nobunaga's "Holy Grail".

Looking up at the distant Niou Tensho, faintly visible amidst the soaring flames, the corpse of the Sixth Heavenly Demon King, with whom he had always been entangled, still looked the same as he remembered. He didn't even know if it was due to some special reason, but the battle that should have been a crushing one for Miyamoto Musashi was now evenly matched with Oda Nobunaga...

Is it because of the Holy Grail, or is it because of something else?

Duanmu Ye had no idea how to speak. He could not reveal his curiosity too much. Even though the power of Kthugeya was constantly eroding his memory and some concepts, Duanmu Ye still did not dare to let his curiosity be too strong, and fed all this curiosity to Kthugeya's flames as waste.

"Duanmu... Lady Yang Guifei and I have lost each other..."

Van Gogh cautiously moved forward, attracting Duanmu Ye's attention.

Looking at the oil painting in his hand that had been burnt beyond recognition by the flames, Duanmu Ye couldn't bear it and handed it to Van Gogh who was holding out his hand to him.

There is no doubt that this painting that records the entire battlefield has a very important significance, and perhaps it hides the true identity of Oda Nobunaga.

Looking at the girl in front of him with her head down, not daring to look up, Duanmu Ye wanted to reach out and touch her head to comfort her uneasy heart, but the fire swaying in his eyes when he raised his hand finally made Duanmu Ye give up the idea.

After all, I might be considered a very dangerous existence to Van Gogh...

"It's okay, just be okay."

Duanmu Ye was not sure whether he still had human facial features, but he was sure that he was smiling, trying his best to maintain a gentle smile to soothe Van Gogh's emotions.

"Well......"

Van Gogh had no idea what to say. The reality of being separated from Yang Yuhuan due to her own self-willed actions continued to burn her soul. Even though Duanmu Ye did not blame her now, Van Gogh was still unwilling to forgive herself so easily.

"Go, go find Lady Yang Guifei!"

Van Gogh mustered up his courage and spoke out loud the words that had been buried in his heart for a while, then immediately covered his mouth.

"..."

Duanmu Ye looked at Van Gogh, who came to her senses belatedly. He was completely enveloped in flames and had almost no human features or body shape. He stood in front of her in a state similar to a human.

No matter when or where, calling someone by their real name is not a very safe thing to do. Van Gogh knew very well in his heart that Duanmu Ye called her by her real name because no one would believe that a Servant named "Van Gogh" would be a girl.

However, the title "Yang Guifei" is not as contrasting to her name and identity as it is. It is almost the real name of Yang Yuhuan herself. If people hear this real name, her unintentional act may bring unnecessary trouble to Lady Yang Guifei or even Duanmu Ye!

Van Gogh covered her mouth and looked around cautiously. Although the dilapidated scene around her made Van Gogh feel a little relieved, she still cautiously glanced in the direction of Duanmu Ye, trying to see if the other party would be angry about this.

In response, Duanmu Ye just sighed helplessly and looked at Van Gogh in front of him with some amusement.

"It's okay. Scream if you want. This is already the battlefield of the decisive battle. There won't be a second day."

"Eh?"

Van Gogh blinked, not quite understanding such words.