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

"Shh! I came here secretly. Lan Lanfang pestered me for a long time, asking questions about the fairy world and even telling me about Duanmu. I was a little worried because I was the one who brought the disaster..."

Yang Yuhuan paused, then spoke again with some discomfort.

"I was a little worried, so I wanted to come and see..."

Yang Yuhuan's words made Van Gogh slightly understand her thoughts. Van Gogh couldn't help but imagine that if he was switched to the same position as Yang Yuhuan, she would definitely come here secretly to find Duanmu Ye after hearing about Duanmu Ye's affairs.

"But...what should we do about Master Lan Lanfang and Master Li Shuwen?"

Although Van Gogh was extremely happy about Yang Yuhuan's arrival, after all, compared to her, Lady Yang Yuhuan could be said to be a real fighting force, a powerful Servant who could add strength to Duanmu Ye and would not let him fight alone.

But Fan Gogh couldn't help but feel a little worried. Duanmu Ye had previously reached an agreement with Li Shuwen, Lan Lanfang and others to protect Yang Yuhuan...

At this moment, Yang Yuhuan came over alone. If Duanmu Ye knew...

No, even if Duanmu Ye knew, he wouldn't say anything. What he should really care about is that Li Shuwen and Lan Lanfang would inevitably panic after realizing that Yang Yuhuan had left, right?

In response to this, Yang Yuhuan, who had long known that Van Gogh would ask this question, smiled indifferently, and then conjured a faint blue butterfly from her hand, flapping its flaming wings in front of Van Gogh.

"The Flame Spirit can transform into my appearance, so there's no need to worry about Lan Lanfang now!"

Yang Yuhuan's words made Van Gogh feel slightly relieved, but then she had to face a more cruel problem... How should she explain to Duanmu Ye about Yang Yuhuan's unauthorized actions?

Van Gogh had a headache, no, a terrible headache.

From the day she followed Duanmu Ye, it seemed as if all the thinking was done by Duanmu Ye. Her little head could not think of anything very complicated. Even her paintings were works that were created unconsciously after a flash of inspiration.

At this moment, Van Gogh was squatting on the ground with his hands covering his head, not noticing at all that Yang Yuhuan, who was about to say something more, was now raising her head with a silly smile that showed a hint of apology on her face.

"That, that..."

Van Gogh suddenly felt a chill on his back when he heard the noise. Although Duanmu Ye did not have the ability to make people feel a chill on their backs to a large extent, Van Gogh still felt a chill on his back involuntarily because of his long-standing habit.

Immediately he looked up and saw Duanmu Ye who had recovered as before...

"I was saying I'd been walking in front for so long, and there was no movement behind me. So they were whispering and plotting something."

A slight smile appeared on Duanmu Ye's face. Although it was just a smile, it made people shudder, especially Van Gogh, who knew what kind of emotions were hidden under this smile. He almost knelt on the ground and began to admit his mistake.

But before that, Duanmu Ye interrupted their imagination and explained why he turned back.

"This flame is even more ferocious than before. It is a deadly trap for a normal Servant. Even if you want to follow me secretly, you must stay by my side..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Duanmu Ye's gaze fell on Yang Yuhuan, and immediately changed his previous helplessness to become extremely solemn and serious.

"Especially your Yuhuan. Van Gogh has some special characteristics, so she can ignore the damage caused by these flames. But you are different. If you had followed my instructions and properly integrated the fragment of the Holy Grail into yourself, you would now be a normal Servant, not a monster like me."

Duanmu Ye does not feel any inferiority or avoidance because of the reality that he is no longer a pure human being. On the contrary, he accepts this inhumanity because it is the necessary price to gain power.

But at this moment, Yang Yuhuan opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to say something, or as if she wanted to explain something.

Duanmu Ye could not see anything in her eyes, because he had lost the ability to explore other people's hearts, and handed it over to Van Gogh along with the yellow coat.

Perhaps only Yang Yuhuan could understand what she had been saying for so long...

The word "monster" appeared within the first two hours of their time together. After witnessing Duanmu Ye's incredibly cruel murder of Saber, he used such an excessive term to call her...

Yang Yuhuan regretted saying that. She was clearly not someone worthy of being pampered, and she was clearly a monster with inhuman strength, yet she called someone who was trying hard to survive that way...

Yang Yuhuan felt extremely guilty, but she couldn't say anything to explain herself at this moment, let alone tell Duanmu Ye that he wasn't a monster...

She could only nod and gently remove the strap from her shoulders, revealing the flickering oval golden light in the center of her chest. It was the image of the Holy Grail fragment reacting to the Holy Grail fragment in Duanmu Ye's hand.

Although the scene that he had wanted to record before traveling through time was happening in front of him, Duanmu Ye did not have any thoughts at the moment. He just nodded slightly and spoke calmly.

"In this Holy Grail War, there are two Holy Grails. One has been disassembled into fragments, and the other still exists. We must now obtain the complete Holy Grail, because only the complete Holy Grail can grant wishes. The method of combining the fragments only exists in the game."

"game?"

Yang Yuhuan tilted her head, obviously unable to understand what the word Duanmu Ye had just said meant, but Van Gogh quickly explained to her what game was.

Whether it was Yang Yuhuan or Van Gogh, the scene of them living in harmony at the moment made Duanmu Ye a little dazed, but he did not forget why he came back halfway.

Duanmu Ye lifted Van Gogh and Yang Yuhuan up easily and then put them back on the ground casually. Then he smiled helplessly and shrugged his shoulders.

"Let's save the small talk for after we finish what's going on here. We have more important things to do now. You still want to use the Holy Grail to find your Lord Emperor, right?"

Duanmu Ye teased Yang Yuhuan, but at this moment Yang Yuhuan just responded to Duanmu Ye's words with a smile. Her thoughts became extremely confused because of this sentence.

Even so, Yang Yuhuan still followed Duanmu Ye's steps and walked forward until she bumped into Duanmu Ye's back. Then she covered her face and stuck her head out from behind him, looking at the two big rocks in front of her.

A warrior with burn marks all over his body sat on a stone with an unsatisfied smile on his face. On the other side was a vigilant girl holding a gun, pointing the musket in her hand at him and the others without mercy.

"Caster? No, that's not right... You're not Caster..."

Oda Nobunaga could hardly believe his eyes. Although the man in front of him was not Caster at all, she knew the black-haired girl. She was Caster's Master, a magician whom she had met once before!

Because of her presence, Oda Nobunaga was a little dazed and mistook the man for Caster, but when he looked carefully, he realized that the other party was just an ordinary person without any magical response.

"Intruder?"

Oda Nobunaga muttered to herself, and she seemed to have her own thoughts in her heart, but she did not put down the mysterious ultimate matchlock gun in her hand, but showed an evil smile.

"Then you should look at those two people over there. They are the ones who have suffered the most astounding fate for intruders."

As the sight progressed, Fujimiya Kyuju's body looked like a kite with a broken string falling to the ground. Both his arms and thighs were twisted and bent in an extremely distorted manner, forming inhuman movements that a normal person could not do.

As for Akasei Zoujo...while maintaining the same distortion as Fujimiya Kyuujiu, honeycomb-shaped wounds appeared on his body. At a glance, there were nine extremely obvious scars.

However, what is shocking is that even after suffering such severe injuries, they all have a certain degree of breathing and heartbeat, but they are slowed down many times. Within their range, the arrival of death is constantly delayed, but it cannot last too long.

Obviously, they failed...

Looking at this scene, Duanmu Ye thought of the Fujimiya family's magic seal in his mind. It was a magic that controlled time, and it was also the reason why Chicheng Zouzhang was able to return to the past from the future.

By manipulating time to slow down the space around his body, this was not done by Chicheng Zouzhang, but by Fujimiya Jiujiu. Even though he was seriously injured, he was still tenaciously alive. This spirit made Duanmu Ye feel a little strange.

Under the gaze of Miyamoto Musashi and Oda Nobunaga, he walked towards their direction. In order to prevent the fragments of the Holy Grail from resonating, Duanmu Ye did not let Yang Yuhuan follow him.

Ignoring Chicheng Zouzhang who had almost fainted and was unconscious, he walked to Fujimiya Jiujiu and knelt on one knee. Feeling the passage of time after stepping into the barrier, Duanmu Ye immediately saw a flash of light in the almost blurred eyes looking at him.

And this is what Duanmu Ye hopes to see.

So, Duanmu Ye put his hand close to Fujimiya Jiujiu's hand and held her tightly clenched hand, in which was a corner of the haori that he had cut into pieces before.

A hard object wrapped in flesh and blood was handed to Fujimiya Jiujiu. Duanmu Ye's voice sounded in her ears, neither too loud nor too soft, but with a hint of teasing and expectation.

"Want revenge? You know what to do, right?"

Biwa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 40: "Fujimiya Kujuku's Body Transformation"

The hazy vision seemed to be covered by a thick fog that was difficult for light to penetrate, and from the very beginning, it was impossible to see everything around clearly.

"Am I...going to die?"

This was the only thought echoing in Fujimiya Kyuju's mind. He should have been thinking about many things at this moment, but now he had no possibility of thinking about other problems.

She knew very well in her heart that the moment she broke into this battlefield where human thinking could not be used, and the moment she failed to pick up the most obvious fragment of the Holy Grail scattered on the ground in time, she and Akasei Zouzhang had lost the possibility of continuing.

The battle that stopped was aimed at the sudden intruder. Even though she had used magic to conceal her body in advance so that she could be more careful in trying to pick up the Holy Grail fragments not far away from her, she should have thought about how those overlord-level Servants could be deceived by the magic of a third-rate magician like herself.

Fujimiya Kyuju's eyes were dim. When she could still see clearly, she saw with her own eyes that in order to protect herself, Akasei Zoujo rushed out at the first moment and protected her behind him, but all that awaited him was the sound of gunfire.

The image of herself lying in a pool of blood emerged in her mind, causing a strange glint to appear in Fujimiya Jiujiu's dim eyes. The strong unwillingness and guilt prompted her to make a final struggle, and that struggle was definitely not the hidden magic that was immediately discovered before.

The magecraft seal passed down through the generations of the Fujimiya family... the power to manipulate time and even space...

If it were not for the decline of mystery and its gradual fall in the course of history, this kind of magic would have been unparalleled before, a magic that would have frightened magicians all over the world!

Fujimiya Kujuu was extremely unwilling to accept this. She was only one step away from reviving the Fujimiya family by ensuring that Akasei Zoujou could survive, but she ended up putting him in such a crisis. She didn't even know whether her vision was blurred because of the congestion in her eyes, or because Akasei Zoujou's blood had splashed in her eyes.

The pain from his body made Fujimiya Kyujuu extremely aware that his body had entered a countdown. Even Akasei Zoujo, who had suffered such an injury, must be suffering the torture of death.

"Anyone is fine...anyone can come...please, save us..."

Fujimiya Kujuku's voice was extremely weak, so weak that there was no possibility of anyone hearing it. The moment it was spoken, it was drowned out by the noisy sounds of fire and collapse around her, and by the magic barrier that she had created with all her life force.

Fujimiya Kujuku, who knew this very well, couldn't help wanting to cry, but she couldn't shed a single tear. All she could do was feel the magic that supported her last bit of life shrinking in scope. When the barrier that was shrinking extremely slowly completely shrank to a certain extent, or in other words, when she left the barrier even a little bit, her life would come to an abrupt end at that moment.

At this moment, several dark figures of varying heights appeared in her hazy vision. She couldn't tell who they were. They were allies of the demon Archer...

Or maybe... Ryoma Sakamoto came to save me...

But is that kind of thing really possible?

Fujimiya Kujuku kept asking herself this question in her heart, but the pain in her body and the continuous loss of her vitality made her completely lose the ability to think. If it were not for the unwillingness and guilt in her heart that supported her last breath, even this last consciousness would have completely disappeared under such inevitable death.

Then, Fujimiya Kyuju, who was thinking this in her heart, saw that the black figure was gradually approaching her in her hazy vision. Her ears, which should have been in endless tinnitus before, miraculously showed some signs of recovery.

She didn't understand what was happening, why she was still alive, why the other party didn't kill her immediately. If he was an ally of the demon Archer, then he should have put an end to her next...

However, just as Fujimiya Kyuju's eyes gradually dimmed due to his inner despair, a warm object came from his severed hand, and a little warmth came out.

But... her hand should have been broken long ago... why could she still feel anything, why could she feel any temperature?

Fujimiya Kujuku didn't understand. She was about to accept her fate of death, but at this moment she felt some unusual hope.

Why, why is it like this? Could it be that God really heard my prayers and sent a messenger to save me?

Fujimiya Kujuku felt a little warmth in the corners of his eyes, and the tears that he had been unable to condense before burst out at this moment. Even though they were very few, the warmth that passed across his face from the corners of his eyes made Fujimiya Kujuku once again want to live at this moment when he didn't know how much time had passed.

She didn't want to die yet. She hadn't revived the Fujimiya family yet. She hadn't lived well yet. She wanted to see the world through the eyes of Akasei Zoujo...

"Want revenge? You know what to do, right?"

She was very familiar with that voice. It was that man's voice, Caster's voice...

Since he's here, does that mean Sakamoto Ryoma has failed...

Gradually regaining her composure, Fujimiya Jiujiu analyzed the answer. Although this answer was a bit cruel to her, she had deeply felt the meaning of death not long ago, and she did not want to die yet. She did not want her life to stay here forever.

He felt the ball of flesh wrapped in some hard object wriggling in the palm of his hand, which was clearly broken, and it drilled into his palm the moment he held it.

A stinging pain came from the palm of his hand, and then he felt something like a wriggling insect constantly flowing back from the center of his palm, extending continuously towards his body. Even when it reached the torso, it did not stop at all, and continued to spread towards the rest of his broken limbs.

It was clearly just a small lump of warm stuff, but now it filled her entire body, as if reconnecting all her limbs that had been severed by Oda Nobunaga's sword, restoring her most basic vitality.

If something like this had happened before, she would have simply despised the act of performing body modification on another person without their permission. But today was different. Whether it was body modification or turning into some other creature, just as Caster had said, at this moment she only wanted revenge, revenge on the culprit who had blocked her from her wish to revive the Fujimiya family!

However, the whispers in her mind were telling her that she had not turned into a monster, not into some inhuman creature. She was still herself, and all she had to do was complete what she hadn't yet accomplished...

What was she going to do...?

It seemed as if she had lost some of her memory, but she couldn't remember what it was that she had forgotten. It seemed very important, but also not very important...

Duanmu Ye stood up from the ground with a very twisted posture, and retreated quietly after everything that happened last night, returning to the side of Yang Yuhuan and Van Gogh.

That mass of flesh and blood was the flesh that was being repaired after being burned by Cthugha's flames. Although the wounds on his body had almost recovered in the time he had left and returned, for some special reasons, when he realized that his wounds were healing for unknown reasons, he chose to cut off two pieces of flesh, wrapped them in cloth, and stored them somewhere else.

Even when he turned back to see Yang Yuhuan, he confirmed that the fragments of the Holy Grail would resonate with each other. Just in case, on the way here, he chose to hide the fragments of the Holy Grail in the flesh and blood that he had cut from his body, using inhuman flesh and blood to cut off the connection between the fragments of the Holy Grail.

And the fact was just as Duanmu Ye had thought. The flesh and blood cut from his body did not make Oda Nobunaga notice the fragments. At this moment, with his proximity, he was able to take a puppet into his pocket in an inhuman way.

He didn't think he couldn't defeat Oda Nobunaga, nor did he think he couldn't defeat the Demon King Nobunaga. He was not even afraid of Miyamoto Musashi.

But after confirming that both of them had chosen a truce for some reason, and even had different ways of acquiring magic power, even if they experienced a Noble Phantasm battle together, there was not much consumption.

Adhering to the 21st century capitalist idea that "it is better to let others do the work and make progress than to work yourself", Duanmu Ye chose to use Fujimiya Jiujiu as a puppet to summon the Demon God Souji to complete the plan of summoning the Demon God Souji.

He had previously worried that Okita Souji would become a problem for him, all because the time traveler, Akasei Zoujo, was so passionate and felt that he could change things with the knowledge he had, and even believed that he was the ruler of the entire world.

Rather than letting such an impulsive and childish girl control Okita Souji, who is bound to be his enemy and poses a certain threat, it would be better to let her withdraw from the beginning and let Akasei Zoujo lose his greatest reliance from the beginning.

After hearing the plan that Sakamoto Ryoma told them just now, Duanmu Ye immediately guessed that they wanted to resurrect Okita Souji. After all, in this Holy Grail War, compared to Akasei Zoujo, Okita Souji was the real protagonist. Her love-hate rivalry with Oda Nobunaga started step by step from here.

Therefore, Duanmu Ye ignored Chi Chengzou Zhang and focused on targeting Okita Souji.

However, such targeting was entirely based on the fact that Okita Souji was a hostile Servant. At this moment, with her body transformed by his own flesh and blood, it would not be an exaggeration to say that she was his own servant. At this moment, Okita Souji, who was summoned by Fujimiya Kyujuku at this moment, or even Demon God Souji, no longer had such worries.

Fujimiya Kujiu is one of his own. Even if the Demon God Souji wants to do something, he can still use Fujimiya Kujiu to make her commit suicide.

As long as Fujimiya Kujuku holds the Command Seals in his hand, proving that Demon God Souji is indeed a Servant summoned by Fujimiya Kujuku, there is no need to worry about her betrayal due to the restraining power.

After all, on the land beneath his feet, there is a special magic circle carved by the Matou family and the Einzbern family. Asama's act of using the Command Seals he got from the major who summoned Miyamoto Musashi in combination with the magic circle of this land to force Miyamoto Musashi to commit suicide is still vivid in his mind.

Although it was destroyed by him at that time, it does not mean that he has no way to repair it. The existence of Van Gogh is the last trump card. The strength of the painter servant is unquestionable. It can even be said that as long as there is a slight possibility, she can create some miracles for herself that would have been impossible.

For her, completing the incomplete magic circle on the ground was nothing. After all, with the memories provided by Duanmu Ye, it was easier for Van Gogh to do something of this level than simply painting.

"You guy, what did you do?!"

The sound of gunfire and shouting echoed throughout the space, until Oda Nobunaga saw Fujimiya Kyuju, whose hands and feet he had cut off with his own hands, twisted and stood up from the ground. The scene of something he knew was impossible to happen before his eyes made him feel extremely angry.

Just like before, he used the mysterious ultimate matchlock gun to release the long-filled magic power towards Fujimiya Jiujiu who stood up again. Miyamoto Musashi, whose exciting duel was interrupted again, looked at Fujimiya Jiujiu calmly and did not provide unnecessary help.

However, Fujimiya Kyuju, whose body was pierced and damaged by bullets and even artillery shells, stood up as if he had no consciousness. He stood up without any signs of falling under the attacks again and again, and raised his hands.