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

He knew very well in his heart that if he didn't say anything at this moment, he would not be buying time for Fujimiya Jiujiu and the others, but would be harming them...

"Are you really Caster?"

This kind of idiotic question was indeed asked by Sakamoto Ryoma, but Duanmu Ye did not resist at all. Instead, he spoke calmly with great interest.

"Why, are there two Casters in this Holy Grail War?"

Duanmu Ye was very curious, because as a representative of the power of inhibition, Sakamoto Ryoma's words had a certain degree of credibility, especially since it concerned the Holy Grail War, not to mention that he also had a certain degree of lie detection ability.

Duanmu Ye could believe that there was no lie involved in the question Sakamoto Ryoma had just asked.

And Sakamoto Ryoma also heard that the other party never felt impatient because of his delay. On the contrary, he was trying to get some information out of his mouth, some information that he had to tell the truth about.

The experience that happened in that room before made Ryoma Sakamoto realize that the other party had the ability to distinguish lies. Therefore, he could lie, but the lies he told had to be within the other party's tolerance. Otherwise, the "Caster" in front of him would probably end the battle with him at lightning speed, just like before.

In response to this, Sakamoto Ryoma sighed helplessly. His mood and situation at the moment were exactly the same, both of which were difficult to conceal the helplessness and the powerlessness to compromise.

"I've observed the actions of that demon Archer and discovered that her magic power doesn't come from just herself. She has some other kind of magic power supporting her. This is what makes her an absolute bug in this Holy Grail War."

"I know all this, tell me something useful."

Duanmu Ye is very patient, but this patience comes entirely from Sakamoto Ryoma himself, and it all depends on whether he is willing to drag on any longer.

After all, if he rushed over, perhaps Fujimiya Jiujiu and Akasei Zoujo could still survive, but if he or Sakamoto Ryoma did not protect Fujimiya Jiujiu and the others in time, the bullets of the Sixth Heavenly Demon King might have turned them into a hornet's nest before they could summon Saber again.

Duanmu Ye could just sit back and watch Fujimiya Kyuujiu and Akasei Zoujo as strangers, but Sakamoto Ryoma, who was burdened with responsibilities and missions, was not willing to give up on them so easily.

Noticing this, Sakamoto Ryoma bit his lower lip lightly, seeming to feel a little angry because his intentions were completely understood.

"That demon Archer not only has the support of another force behind her, but even the Holy Grail provided to her comes from that force. That force summoned a Servant, but as far as I know, there should only be seven Servants in the Holy Grail War..."

Sakamoto Ryoma paused, a look of determination on his raised face. He knew he couldn't delay any longer...

"So, either you are the eighth Servant who was summoned illegally, or the force behind the demon Archer... No, that's not possible, because they provided assistance to Archer a long time ago, and you are the eighth Servant who was summoned illegally!"

As he spoke, Sakamoto Ryoma's eyes gradually became clear, because he seemed to have found the reason why he was summoned by the restraining force.

But this thought suddenly became ridiculous, because if he really had to defeat the Servant who had been summoned illegally, it would be a bit of a small matter compared to a big one...

"Congratulations, you got it."

Duanmu Ye looked at Sakamoto Ryoma with a smile and admitted the fact very calmly.

However, Duanmu Ye did have some clues about what Sakamoto Ryoma said. His mind immediately locked onto a guy who shouldn't be on the set, and that guy just happened to correspond to the job description of Caster.

Could it be him...

Duanmu Ye couldn't help but think in his heart, but looking at Sakamoto Ryoma in front of him, he knew that there was no point in delaying any longer. What he said just now was his last words in exchange for Fujimiya Jiujiu and the others.

"Then you should know what to do now?"

The flames gradually spread across Duanmu Ye's body, devouring all of his muscles and skin at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few moments, only white bones were left, and then even the bones disappeared from sight.

A small scream was heard from a distance. Van Gogh turned around and saw a familiar cheongsam figure covering his mouth and running into the flames at a very fast speed, disappearing from his sight.

"Duanmu..."

Van Gogh wanted to seek Duanmu Ye's advice, but Duanmu Ye, who was entering the Ketugeya mode for the third time, answered Van Gogh's question in an extremely calm manner.

"Don't worry about her. This isn't the Fire Spirit, nor the Water Priest, nor the Wind Prince. Even if they saw her, nothing would happen."

Although she was dizzy because Lan Lanfang had been asking her questions about "Vincent Van Gogh" for a long time, Lan Lanfang's personality enabled them to become, almost "friends" in a very short time.

Therefore, even though we know that this place is different from the time and space where she was originally, and even that we may never see her again after tonight.

But Van Gogh didn't want her to suffer inhuman experiences because of him and others. Perhaps no one knew the consequences of facing the power of those gods more clearly than she did...

However, Duanmu Ye's words obviously gave Van Gogh a reassurance, prompting her to focus completely on the tense situation before her.

Then.......

What are you going to do?

Van Gogh looked helplessly at Duanmu Ye, who had completely turned into a fire man. This was probably the second time she had seen Duanmu Ye like this. In his previous encounter with Okada Izo, Duanmu Ye had not been so serious. Compared to the complete elementalization at this moment, the Duanmu Ye before still had some kind of limited charred shell...

In response, Duanmu Ye took out an intact yellow cloak from the flames on his torso. Although it was a cloak, it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a coat.

When it was thrown away casually, it seemed as if it had some kind of consciousness of its own and attached itself to Van Gogh's body and completely merged into it, becoming the yellow jacket that he had taken off before due to overheating.

“This, this…this!”

That's right, this is the full power of the Prince of Wind. At this moment, she has become the complete Van Gogh, the complete Seravnt...

But, if that’s the case…what about Duan Muye?

While she was thinking, a flash of inspiration suddenly came to her mind. The drawing board that appeared in front of her subconsciously was obviously because the power of the Nobleman of Wind isolated her from the surrounding flames that interfered with her magic and abilities.

This also means that Duanmu Ye has been caught up in the battle. All she has to do is to lock the countless possibilities that can be avoided into the countless possibilities of hitting.

At the same time, he abandoned the Nobleman of Wind and entered the Kthugya mode completely. At this moment, Duanmu Ye only had a trace of rationality for thinking, and the power he gained in return was that when facing the completely liberated Miss A Long, he only used one punch to knock her into the sky.

The black fantasy creature that looked like a dragon but not a dragon, and like a snake but not a snake was mercilessly blown into the sky by a ball of fire. In just a moment, the ball of fire came to Ryoma Sakamoto, who was on the ground and had drawn a sword filled with magic power, and was constantly watching for enemies that might appear at any time.

Instead of attacking from the side, top, bottom, or even from behind, the human-shaped flame stood in front of Ryoma Sakamoto, raised his arm, and swung his fist towards Ryoma Sakamoto without mercy.

The half-drawn sword that was originally intended to be used for a slash was suddenly placed across his body. The powerful impact and high temperature instantly stained Sakamoto Ryoma's clothes and hat with a little charcoal, and quickly devoured the rest of his body.

The sword that touched the entity seemed to have the ability to cut it off, but that ideal idea was quickly and ruthlessly shattered by absolute power.

Mutsu no Kami Yoshiyuki, who was stained with Miss Arlong's blood and turned into a sword that was almost infinitely close to a magic sword, should have possessed indestructible abilities. However, a crack appeared inappropriately in Sakamoto Ryoma's sight, and with the increasing pressure from the hilt and scabbard, Sakamoto Ryoma's pupils trembled with fear.

A dragon roar resounded through the sky, but even if the huge black dragon returned to the ground immediately, the reality that the sword in Sakamoto Ryoma's hand was broken would not change at all.

The fist filled with flames mercilessly brushed past Sakamoto Ryoma's face. Having been hooked away by Miss Arlong's claws, Sakamoto Ryoma abandoned Mutsu-no-Kami Yoshiyuki in his hand. Even though it was a weapon made of magic, he only had one such katana in his hand. If it was broken, there would be no second one...

Even a sword soaked in dragon blood can be easily destroyed. At this moment, Sakamoto Ryoma couldn't help but doubt whether the Caster he had judged before was real. Could it be that the other party was really not a Berserker?

It is naturally meaningless to think about such things. This almost impossible thing actually happened to him. Although Ryoma Sakamoto was still in shock at this moment, he touched the burn on his cheek that could almost be called disfiguring, and after thinking for a moment, he put his hands behind his back.

As he was thrown forward by Arlong and stood on Miss Arlong's head, in less than a blink of an eye, a slender hoko appeared in Sakamoto Ryoma's hand, and his eyes became extremely solemn in an instant.

"Aaron, it's time to go..."

"Oh! Just leave it to Miss Aaron!"

As the words fell, the slender hoko instantly burst out with huge blue magic power, and the conversation between Ryoma Sakamoto and Miss Arlong resounded through the sky.

"Amanakahoko, I will give everything I have to this person..."

"I give my all to this man..."

The brief conversation made Duanmu Ye, who looked up at the scene, fall into a brief thought, but then he laughed disdainfully.

After a brief chant, Sakamoto Ryoma inserted the Tenshoko in his hand into Miss Arlong's head without any hesitation.

"——Haku, let's go to Watatsumi-no-hara!"

In an instant, a white light appeared, illuminating the night sky, which had been turned red by the flames, into daylight, and a winged white dragon broke out from it, speaking human words.

"The past failures are in the past! Leave whatever happens to me! Now comes Super Miss Aaron!"

The swooping White Dragon seemed to have absolute confidence, while Duanmu Ye was imitating Li Shuwen and performing the opening moves of Baji Collapse...

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 37: A Punch That Breaks the Physical Barrier, an Absolute Disparity

"That move..."

On top of the giant white dragon, a man in a disheveled white suit muttered to himself, the Amagihoko in his hand trembling constantly due to the resistance of the times, making a buzzing warning sound.

Above the city, a giant white dragon spread its wings that covered the sky. Countless people who were attracted by the sound did not see this magnificent sight. For those who did not possess magic talent, in their eyes, the sky at this moment was just filled with some rolling thunderclouds, echoing the wildfires in the distance.

Similar to the fire that had previously ignited the center of the imperial capital, these flames, which did not originate entirely from the power of the Servants, could be observed by ordinary people. However, in the eyes of those who possessed magical talent, or were even magicians themselves, whether it was the occasional thunderstorm streaking across the sky or the billowing flames, it was a completely different scene.

Time was stretched very slowly at this moment. Two absolutely powerful and different forces descended from the sky and rose from the ground respectively. A sense of tearing from the world made the space distorted at this moment.

The young priest, who was somewhat similar to Kotomine Kirei but had a taller and more powerful figure, looked into the distance with an extremely determined gaze. The two forces that appeared between the two gods and Buddhas seemed to separate the two gods and Buddhas.

Even though they were not on the same battlefield, the impact caused by this scene was enough to make the two, who were supposed to be evenly matched opponents in this Holy Grail War, give up their fights.

"This Holy Grail War is truly remarkable... I never imagined that a mere ritual of the Holy Grail's descent, relying on a copy provided by Fuyuki City, could lead to such a spectacular spectacle..."

There was a dazzling light flashing in those refined eyes. Standing in the church with his hands behind his back, looking out the window into the distance, there was an expectation in Kotomine Rizheng's eyes that was difficult to conceal.

"With such a massive magical reaction, I'm sure the filling of the Holy Grail will be incredibly smooth. Perhaps those guys from the Einzbern family are right. This time, they're well prepared."

The corners of Kotomine Risei's mouth curled up slightly. Although he was only a supervisor and did not participate in the Holy Grail War, especially at this moment when the battle between multiple forces was in full swing, he was only looking forward to one thing...

That is to witness the arrival of the Holy Grail!

As a holy and righteous clergyman, his existence is only to monitor the magicians of the Magic Association, especially when such a ceremony involves the Lord's relics. All he has to do is to confirm the existence of "that thing" and confirm the arrival of "that thing"!

In this filthy world that the Lord has given up on and left, the Lord's miracles can still come...

Such deeds are enough to prove to the world that the Lord’s departure does not mean that He has completely drawn a line between Himself and the world. Rather, He left because He loves the world, allowing the world to follow in His footsteps and discover the treasures He left behind bit by bit!

At this moment, the pillars of fire rising into the sky and the falling thunder seemed like his miracles. The Nio Tensho and the corpses of gods and Buddhas on both sides added a sense of absurdity and illusion to the scene at this moment.

Kotomine Li was feeling that perhaps there was no better moment to demonstrate the importance of the "Master's" relics to the world...

"Father Risei! The nobles and the Emperor have taken refuge underground, so let's hurry up and go too!"

A little boy, who was probably just an even-numbered boy, ran hurriedly from inside the church to the side of Kotomine Rizheng. His clear eyes were filled with a bit of panic and helplessness, but he couldn't suppress his joy and admiration as he walked to the side of Kotomine Rizheng.

Yanfeng Lizheng turned around when he heard the voice, his eyes still flashing with excitement, and the corners of his mouth almost couldn't help rising. He placed his hand on the little boy's head with great skill, gently stroking his soft black hair that seemed to be well-groomed.

"The church is a sacred place, a place blessed by the Lord. No matter how crazy those evil demons outside are, they cannot touch this sacred place."

Kotomine Li was smiling, her eyes filled with kindness and some indescribable emotions.

There was also a strange light flashing in the little boy's eyes.

"Yes, Father Risei! The glory of the Lord is with us!"

After a moment of silence, Yanfeng Lizheng stopped stroking the other person's hand, and while retracting it, he spoke again in an extremely soft voice.

"Go, go and stay with them, and remember, the Lord is with you."

The words spoken by Yanfeng Lizheng with a smile were like a reassurance, causing the little boy, who had been extremely panicked before, to nod his head firmly at this moment.

"Thank you, Father Risei!"

Watching the little boy trot away from the church, which was shaking slightly due to the chaos outside, the smile on Kotomine Kirei's face was still so bright.

Turning around, Kotomine Risei once again fixed his gaze on the beam of light in the distance, which was obviously extremely fast but seemed extremely long due to the great distance. At this moment, an alternative idea emerged in his mind.

If the Holy Grail is real...

If I had a child... could I train him to become a participant in the Holy Grail War and retrieve the Lord's relic that was summoned for the church?

While he was thinking, the wind and waves in the distance were carrying rolling heat waves. The church, which was protected by the barrier blessed by the baptismal chant, was not greatly affected. Even though the chaos in the outside world had reached the point where houses collapsed and a large number of people died, Kotomine Risei did not take any action.

After all, in his opinion, the Holy Grail War had already gotten out of control at this stage. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was a massive melee between Servants, not to mention that many of the participating Masters were not from the Magic Association.

There was naturally no point in trying to control this Holy Grail War that had already gotten out of control. As long as he could protect the Emperor and the nobles, and on this basis record the entire process of the Holy Grail's descent, his mission in being sent to this far east would have been fully accomplished.

The Lord will indeed protect the world, but those who commit sins will be sent to hell after seeing heaven and endure countless tribulations and pains. Even if they step into the place of Lord's protection, they will still suffer the punishment of hell. This is inevitable.

Therefore, he didn't worry about his actions causing the deaths of innocent people. Only those who were truly guilty and truly deserved to die at this moment would go to hell for various reasons. Even if they escaped the impact of the Servants' battles, they would still die for other reasons...

And he, Kotomine Risei, is the observer and supervisor between heaven and hell, there to witness the Lord's miracle coming to the world...

God's messenger!

In an instant, the flames and thunder collided at this moment. A layer of air waves overturned the surrounding fragile buildings and formed substantial flying dust, which spread out from the center of the impact to the surrounding areas.

Kotomine Rizheng, who was standing in front of the window and gazing into the distance, was blown away by the gust of air carrying flying dust after witnessing this scene. He hit the wall of the church heavily, and half of his body was sunken into the wall.

At this moment, even the baptismal chant was of no avail. The strong body that Kotomine Ri was so proud of completely lost all consciousness at this moment.

The one who caused all this was Duanmu Ye, who had punched Super Miss A-Long on the chin with all his strength...

"Cosmic CQC kid!"

Duanmu Ye always retained a trace of thinking ability for himself. Although something would always be consumed in the Ketugeya mode, what Duanmu Ye consumed was not the memory of the present moment, but he chose to burn out all the memories about his past.

From birth to adulthood, and then to time travel, all those series of not-so-good lives in between are things that can be discarded as fuel, although such behavior can almost be said to block the way back. It is even possible that in the end, Inaia Latotep will find that she has forgotten the past and throw herself back to the original world.

By then, having long forgotten the path I came from, I might fall into the confusion and powerlessness he hopes to see...

Duanmu Ye thought so in his heart, but he did not regret his choice, because if he wanted to survive, he had to give up something. There were not many things he could give up. The most, and the most useless, were the memories from his childhood that had long been forgotten.

At this moment, burning with the concept called "the past", Duanmu Ye mercilessly swung his fist at the almost impossible to defeat fantasy species in front of him, the strongest fantasy species on land at the moment.

Miss A'long, who was diving straight down relying on the hard physical barrier that could not be penetrated by ordinary attacks, was ruthlessly penetrated by Duanmu Ye's reckless attack and was stopped in mid-air.

"Aaron!"