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

After all, a lot of things happened during the Holy Grail War that I personally experienced in Fuyuki. It seemed to have lasted for three or four days. Although this is not Fuyuki, it is also the battlefield of the Holy Grail War. Logically speaking... there should still be a second day, right?

Today, when all the Servants seem to have been summoned, it is Day Zero of the Holy Grail War...

Is it too soon to end today?

Doubt appeared on Van Gogh's face. Duanmu Ye didn't pause for too long. He pointed to the place where Okada Izo had died and spoke calmly.

"Assassin has already left the Holy Grail War. If nothing unexpected happens, Saber was also defeated by us at the very beginning. In the battle between Archer and Berserker, one person will emerge victorious, or at worst, both will suffer losses. We can just collect the heads."

"What about Caster and Lancer? Although I know that Lancer is from the same place as you, Duanmu, if we want to win the Holy Grail War, we can't avoid him."

Van Gogh was a little serious. Although the Holy Grail was not a very useful thing to her now, she cherished the friends she had made with great difficulty. Lady Yang Guifei needed the Holy Grail to fulfill her wish. Since it was her friend's wish, it was also her wish!

As if he saw Van Gogh's seriousness, Duanmu Ye shrugged his shoulders and walked in a certain direction.

"Before that, we still need to find Yang Yuhuan..."

That's right, whether it's the battle with Lancer or finding Caster who has never appeared, these things must wait until Yang Yuhuan is found.

When Yang Yuhuan was walking alone, there were many unknown possibilities. No one knew what Yang Yuhuan was doing at the moment. Even Duanmu Ye, who had the Command Spell as a connection, could not find Yang Yuhuan through this special fire scene.

Fortunately, Duanmu Ye was not at a loss about how to deal with this reality.

Just now, he followed part of his power and the soul of Okada Izo into the Holy Grail. Through this, Duanmu Ye locked the true location of Oda Nobunaga, and the Holy Grail was not broken into many pieces as he thought.

Similar to well-known history, the Small Holy Grail could not escape the fate of being destroyed. In the Second Holy Grail War that was not completed before, it naturally did not escape this result.

And the Holy Grail fragments that Oda Nobunaga had just loaded into her mysterious ultimate matchlock gun were exactly the fragments left over from the last Holy Grail War.

Duanmu Ye didn't know who brought these fragments here and who provided them to Oda Nobunaga.

The conclusion they could reach was nothing. Precisely because it was so unbelievable, Duanmu Ye couldn't believe that the Einzbern were so serious about the Holy Grail War taking place in Tokyo and centered around "saving the nation" that they were using the fragments of the previous Holy Grail War as bullets for this one, attempting to complete the ritual of the Holy Grail's descent...

This method, which sounds very unreliable at first glance, is actually the result of Duanmu Ye's thinking. When he and Van Gogh passed through this magic circle full of intricate magic circles, and the flames supported by the magic circles that could not be portrayed without hundreds of years of magic research, Duanmu Ye felt a little dazed the whole time.

What happened here was both similar and different from what he knew, but none of these problems could stop him from resolving the Holy Grail War happening in this time and space tonight.

Because at this moment, Duanmu Ye was heading towards the location where Li Shuwen and Lan Lanfang were. The problem that Van Gogh had been worried about before was not a problem at all, because before realizing that Van Gogh was in danger, Duanmu Ye actually wanted to see Li Shuwen first.

As a martial artist, Li Shuwen is more worthy of communication than anyone else in this Holy Grail War. Moreover, they come from Duanmu Ye's hometown. Negotiating with them may lead to a result that satisfies both parties.

After all, as a Chinese, Duanmu Ye can easily guess the motives of Li Shuwen and Lan Lanfang. If he stands on the same side as them, perhaps some unnecessary trouble can be avoided.

To this end, negotiation is necessary, but fighting can be saved until the very end...

However, just as Duanmu Ye was thinking about how to negotiate with Li Shuwen, a long spear with a cold light stopped at his throat. The red tassel fluttering in the wind did not become heavy because of the countless corpses piled around it. On the contrary, the red color made the tassel look particularly bright in this purgatory-like scene.

"Wait, wait! This is my Master!"

Yang Yuhuan's voice was like the only pleasant kite cry in this noisy world. Even if they were more than ten or even dozens of meters apart, such a pleasant sound would always be the most "discordant" sound amidst a scene of disaster.

It stopped at the throat and did not move at all. Not even the slightest shake appeared on this thick and sharp spear. It was obvious that it required a certain degree of concentration to keep it steady, because this spear was so long that ordinary people could not hold such a long spear, not to mention that this spear was as thick as a bowl.

"Li Shuwen... This should be our second meeting..."

Duanmu Ye murmured, but felt the sharp edge on his neck become even sharper, and there was a hint of doubt in Li Shuwen's old but extremely resolute expression.

"Well, that! He said this is the second time we've met!"

Van Gogh poked his head out from behind Duanmu Ye and explained carefully, but this explanation also aroused some doubts from Duanmu Ye.

However, this was soon explained through telepathic dialogue because Van Gogh explained himself again after he had finished speaking.

"So normal people can't understand what I'm saying..."

"No... That's right, in this state, Duanmu, what you said is just like the sound of rubbing toilet paper when you are bored in the toilet... "

'What kind of strange metaphor is this? Where did you learn it from?'

Van Gogh's face turned red for a moment, and she did not choose to answer such a question.

Because this metaphor actually came from a flash of inspiration when she was going to the bathroom. The sound of paint and brushes sliding across the paper was like the sound Duanmu Ye made when he was in the fire man posture, so she suddenly remembered it.

However, Van Gogh knew that his metaphor was not vivid. To be more precise, the sound made by Duanmu Ye in this posture should be like the sound of some substance burning.

However, Duanmu Ye did not care about this. After all, the speech of the people of the Ke family was naturally not something that ordinary people could understand. Van Gogh and Yang Yuhuan, who were originally servants of the Ke family, did not have such concerns. Therefore, Duanmu Ye allowed Van Gogh to act as his translator.

"Actually... you can return to your original form!"

Suddenly, Duanmu Ye fixed his sight on Yang Yuhuan, who lowered her head and dared not look him in the eye. The spiritual communication that had never been established before was now actively established by Yang Yuhuan. This made Duanmu Ye feel a little incredible.

"Could it be that...she heard everything he had just said to Van Gogh?"

Duanmu Ye no longer wanted to think about whether the magic of telepathy existed or not. Out of trust in Li Shuwen and Yang Yuhuan, the flame on Duanmu Ye's body began to die out.

Seeing the threatening fire man in front of him gradually turning into an ordinary person, Li Shuwen's cloudy but unusually bright eyes became extremely clear.

"The method of incarnation... This really seems like something those Taoists can do."

Li Shuwen explained in one sentence why this happened. Even Lan Lanfang, who was shocked and speechless for a moment, said "Oh" in sudden realization after hearing this response.

"That is to say, she really is Yang Guifei!"

Before Lan Lanfang could finish her exclamation, she grabbed the hand of Yang Yuhuan who was standing beside her. She looked at Yang Yuhuan, who was almost as tall as her, with great excitement and spoke solemnly word by word.

"So, Your Majesty, did you really become an immortal in the end?! What does the immortal world look like? Is the Heavenly Palace really made of white jade? Are all immortals old men? Have you ever seen the Monkey King?!"

A series of questions made Yang Yuhuan's eyes spin in circles, and her eyes were filled with stars as her body shook as she almost couldn't support herself.

Duanmu Ye coughed twice, interrupting Lan Lanfang's continued questioning and drawing all attention and questions to himself.

"I'm here to do only three things. If we cooperate, I'll solve those problems, and then we'll have a final showdown. If we break up, I'll defeat you next, inherit your ideas, and solve those problems..."

"What about the third thing?"

Lan Lanfang spoke first, causing Li Shuwen, who was holding the Liuhe spear in his hand, to close his slightly opened mouth helplessly.

Duanmu Ye smiled calmly, then pointed to the corpse of the Sixth Heavenly Demon King in the distance, which was engulfed in flames as intense as the Niwang Heavenly Phenomenon.

"Let's pretend we haven't seen it, but I won't hold back when I fight that demon Archer. I have no idea what this place will become, and I can't guarantee your safety."

With the choice between left and right, Duanmu Ye was extremely considerate and prepared the result of standing in the middle for them. Such a choice was almost a threat from Duanmu Ye, but both Li Shuwen and Lan Lanfang fell into silence at this moment.

There is no doubt that the three conditions proposed by the other party all point to different outcomes. They can choose to waver or they can choose to take sides for their own sake, but the results of these choices all point to one thing, that is, they have no choice.

"Cooperation! Of course we have to cooperate! We have to cooperate! Because we all have the same goal, don't we?!"

Lan Lanfang let go of Yang Yuhuan's hand in an instant and came to Duanmu Ye.

Without the dangerous flames and the terrifying temperature, Lan Lanfang held Duanmu Ye's hand affectionately, with almost stars of admiration in her eyes, which formed a completely different picture from the confusion in Yang Yuhuan's eyes before.

"I said girl..."

Li Shuwen felt somewhat helpless. Although he preferred fighting against strong opponents rather than pursuing the Holy Grail, ultimately, the reason he responded to the Holy Grail was to fight against powerful opponents and continue to hone his martial arts.

No matter which choice is made, fighting is inevitable, and the other party happens to be a compatriot of oneself and others. So when the goals are the same and the other party is also a master, the choice to be made does not seem so confusing.

He fully agreed with Lan Lanfang's decision, not because she was his Master and he had to obey her orders, but more because he could not refuse such a choice of his compatriots who took the initiative to cooperate with him.

The martial arts he had practiced throughout his life were never meant to be used against his own people in a life-and-death duel. If it was an ordinary sparring match, he would not hesitate to speak before Lan Lanfang and try out his martial arts.

But based on the previous battle between the man in front of him and the demon Archer, he could almost be sure that the young man in front of him was more powerful than any Taoist priest he had ever seen.

But there was one thing that made him feel a little bit difficult to explain...

Had I, the Master, agreed too quickly? Looking at it this way, wasn't this a compromise made because I couldn't defeat him?

Lan Lanfang naturally had no idea what Li Shuwen was thinking at the moment. She was looking at Duanmu Ye with admiration, and then, just like she had said to Yang Yuhuan before, she said something to Duanmu Ye that was impossible to say in this era.

"Comrade! Can you perform that again? The one just now!"

Having said that, Lan Lanfang immediately released her hand and kept gesturing up and down, obviously wanting to see again how Duanmu Ye changed from a human form into a flame.

Duanmu Ye fell into silence, and Van Gogh, who was holding Yang Yuhuan, found it difficult to speak.

But soon, Duanmu Ye compromised, showed a meaningful smile, and looked into Lan Lanfang's eyes.

"Do you really want to see it?"

Lan Lanfang suddenly had a very bad premonition. Although she was extremely curious, she still turned around at this moment when the other party seemed to be warning her...

"Well, I'm not really interested!"

Duanmu Ye smiled without saying a word, looking at Li Shuwen who was a head shorter than him. He did not dare to underestimate this little old man.

However, he still spoke out of curiosity and asked why his Liuhe spear, which should have been cut off by Okada Izo, could still appear in his hand?

In response, Li Shuwen laughed loudly towards the sky, then grasped the Liuhe spear in his hand, held it level, picked up the corpse of the Japanese army on the ground, turned around and stabbed the spear into the air.

After doing all this, Li Shuwen glanced at Duanmu Ye's reaction out of the corner of his eye. After confirming that the other party already knew the name of his move, he spoke with some self-mockery.

"I may be a Lancer, but I didn't bring a gun with me. This girl somehow managed to get several of the Liuhe spears I had in the training hall. And now you're telling me that Lancers don't use guns. So, do they use their fists?"

Duanmu Ye fell silent, but after hearing these words, Lan Lanfang retorted very unconvincedly.

"That's right! What Lancer doesn't use a gun? I'm just making the best of my strengths!"

The scene of the two people arguing and bickering with each other made Duanmu Ye fall into silence. He couldn't help but wonder, if he had met a normal Servant instead of a Katsuki-type Servant, would he be able to deal with every Holy Grail War so easily?

Of course, this thought just appeared and it caused Duanmu Ye to laugh at himself. He then walked to Yang Yuhuan's side, put his hands on her body, and spoke softly.

"I will fight with all my might. You and Li Shuwen should go hide somewhere suitable. Don't worry, I will definitely obtain the Holy Grail and give it to you!"

As he spoke, Duanmu Ye took out the fragment of the Holy Grail he had obtained earlier from his arms and handed it to Yang Yuhuan, who had not yet recovered from her shock. Then he walked towards the direction of Miyamoto Musashi and Oda Nobunaga without hesitation.

At the same time, Sakamoto Ryoma, who had been observing for a long time, also told Akagi Zoujo the purpose of his visit.

"I will go and snatch a fragment of the Holy Grail from Archer and keep the haori left by Saber safe. Whether she can come again depends on this little bit of hope..."

Biwa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 35: Plan to Resurrect Okita Souji, Duel with Sakamoto Ryoma

"Mr. Ryoma, can this really revive Saber?"

Akagi Zoujo's face was filled with worry. As someone who had witnessed Saber's murder with his own eyes, and was even Saber's Master himself, he was unwilling to believe that the nearly invincible Saber in the novel would die so easily at the hands of a Servant of unknown origin.

Similarly, Akagi Zoujo was not very willing to believe what the Rider in front of him said about the possibility of resurrecting Saber.

After all, a person... a spirit being cut into that state... only the haori I tore off her body was left...

With only this level of remains, which can't even be considered remains but fragments, resurrecting a dead person... is simply a fantasy!

"I say, is your brain stuck in a door? Even though you said you traveled here from the future, are all the magicians in Japan extinct seventy years from now?"

Fujimiya Jiujiu really wanted to beat up this guy who claimed to be a "time traveler", but for some reason, every time he wanted to beat him up, he always felt unusually heavy-hearted and couldn't bear to do it to him.

However, Fujimiya Kujuku still discovered that as long as she had a little injury on her body, the same injury would appear on the body of Akagi Zoujo. This kind of magic that caused joint pain was somewhat surprising to her, but because it was her unilateral feedback on Akagi Zoujo, she also found a relatively alternative way to threaten him.

But then, Fujimiya Kyuju looked at Sakamoto Ryoma in front of her. Although as a Japanese, she was not unfamiliar with this name, judging from the other party's attitude, there was not much doubt about the identity of the Rider who called himself Sakamoto Ryoma. It might even be the real person.

However, to make her believe that Saber, who was basically dead, could be resurrected... she did not think that there was any way to revive her except relying on the Lord's "miracle".

"What, you don't trust Ryoma?! Do you want to fight?!"

Aaron waved his fist. Having discovered that Fujimiya Jiujiu was skeptical about Sakamoto Ryoma, Aaron, with Sakamoto Ryoma as his center, was eager to try to use force to teach this girl who had no vision the world!

Of course, Fujimiya Jiujiu ignored Aaron. After spending some time together, she naturally knew that this girl floating in the air was no ordinary person. And with Sakamoto Ryoma around, even if she showed how much she wanted to solve the problem with force, Sakamoto Ryoma would not allow her to do anything without permission.

In other words, this girl named "Along" will only obey Ryoma Sakamoto's orders no matter what happens, unless Ryoma Sakamoto issues an order to make his own decisions. Otherwise, no matter how terrifying she behaves, such terror will not befall her.

Immediately, Fujimiya Kyuju looked at Sakamoto Ryoma who was holding Miss Arlong in front of him, and spoke in an extremely solemn and serious tone.

"The Saber summoned by that boy is too weak. Let's use mine. This is a replica of the Knight King that was left behind in the world. I can definitely summon a Knight King that will bring about inevitable victory!"

As one of the few people who witnessed Saber's death, he was a little shocked because the other party was Okita Souji, the talented swordsman who was hidden by the Shinsengumi.

But there is no doubt that the history that almost writes down Okita Souji's weaknesses in black and white is enough to prove to any Japanese that in such an urgent battlefield, Okita Souji's haori that almost reveals his identity at a glance and his illness that prevents him from fighting for a long time are weaknesses that cannot be bypassed.

Fujimiya Kyujuku had to admit that Okita Souji's "Nameless Three-Section Thrust" was extremely mysterious because it had been lost. No one knew what kind of lethality such a treasure would cause if it was released normally.

But precisely because of this, the existence of 0 can be as large as infinity or as small as infinity. Rather than pursuing a Servant filled with such uncertainties, Fujimiya Jiujiu places more trust in his own holy relic certified by the priests of the Holy Church, which can summon the Knight King who will definitely bring victory!

At this moment, Sakamoto Ryoma stopped moving forward. He felt a little helpless about Fujimiya Kyuju's barely concealed muttering.

That's right, Fujimiya Kyuju wasn't talking to himself at all, but after reprimanding Akagi Zoujo, he muttered his own opinions under his breath.

At this moment, the battlefield where Demon Archer was located was only less than a hundred meters away. If any conflict broke out between him and his companions here, Demon Archer would surely receive the information here first, even if she was engaged in an intractable battle with an unknown Servant.

Sakamoto Ryoma didn't really care whether the Servant holding back Archer was Caster. After all, as long as someone could attract Archer's attention, no matter who that person was, even if it was just a mouse, they would be the most critical and least important member in Sakamoto Ryoma's plan.

After all, his purpose at the moment was very clear, which was to allow a Servant to appear who could seize all the power of the demon Archer.

And that person would not be Caster, who had previously caused the demon Archer so much trouble and even left himself a little confused, nor would it be the Servant who was currently fighting with the demon Archer, evenly matched.

In Sakamoto Ryoma's calculations, or perhaps under the guidance of the restraining force, he learned some things after escaping from Caster's clutches, and learned through certain channels that the only way to truly defeat the demon Archer was to create an identical existence that could seize all of the other party's power.

Generally speaking, such a thing is basically impossible to exist, and it is even more impossible to rely on the means of oneself and others to make it happen, because this is a BUG, ​​a BUG of the Holy Grail War.