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

How did you guess that?

This question was like an unavoidable question that brought with it indelible emotions in Duanmu Ye's heart, including anger, indifference, and some emotions that even Duanmu Ye could not describe, which were constantly intertwined.

The corner of her eye caught a glimpse of the dust that had not dissipated. Such a scene was obviously not the work of Miyamoto Musashi. She had planned this moment's sneak attack from the very beginning, and this sudden cover was simply to prevent Yang Yuhuan and Van Gogh from contacting her, so that they, who had already known about this matter, would completely lose contact with her.

Duanmu Ye closed his eyes. The strength in his hands had reached a level that was beyond the reach of a human. The muscles that were almost completely engorged with blood and the protruding blood vessels seemed like they could explode at any time. This was because the power of "Hasta" had spread to his arms and upper body. However, all he could do was to let the active energy in his blood vessels, muscles, and subcutaneous tissues gradually merge into his flesh and blood instead of breaking out of his body.

Originally, he wanted to find Van Gogh as soon as possible and get some power of "Flower Demon Usum" from her to quickly neutralize the power that seemed to represent the violent and crazy side of "Hastur".

But at this moment, he could only rely on his own will to resist this cold, stinging, and crazy force. Duanmu Ye was somewhat unable to suppress his state. There was no time more important than now for him to maintain his "humanity". If he made a wrong move at this moment, perhaps he would become a "self" that even he himself would find a little unfamiliar...

"Want to know?"

Duanmu Ye, with his eyes closed, finally spoke, and Miyamoto Musashi, who was still firmly suppressed by the one-handed sword, also discovered Duanmu Ye's abnormality while looking up.

Is that so... So that's how it is...

Miyamoto Musashi realized the reason for his failure and also found a way that might have a chance to win.

However, she didn't dare to gamble. She didn't dare to gamble on what kind of monster would be created by her impulse if she punctured this layer of skin. She might have seen a similar guy in a previous trip, or even be very familiar with the people related to this power.

Because of this, she, who was familiar with that power, no longer believed that she could truly defeat him. Now she had no possibility of turning the tables.

"My combat endurance won't last much longer, and besides, you have more important things to do, don't you?"

Miyamoto Musashi's face was not relaxed. Even though she had restored her battered body through combat endurance, an ability equivalent to "rebirth", her spiritual core was destroyed and she had long lost the foundation for her foothold in this space and time. At a moment when her spiritual base was collapsing all the time, it seemed that there was some kind of imperceptible help that allowed her to hold on for so long.

These words, which seemed to be words of giving up, caused some changes in the dust and ashes raised around them. They were flying without wind and gradually showed signs of falling at this moment. Even the thick wall that was almost impossible to break through before showed signs of collapse in an instant and faded from sight.

A "plop" sound came from the side. Both Duanmu Ye and Miyamoto Musashi turned their heads and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

It seemed that the wall of dust that isolated her from the outside world had collapsed. Yang Yuhuan, who was lying on the wall and unable to move, suddenly lost her support and fell straight to the ground, burying her entire face in the thick dust and dirt. When she raised her face again, it was covered in dust.

Their gazes happened to meet, and Yang Yuhuan, who had raised her head, looked into their eyes. In an instant, a little extra color appeared on her dusty face.

Feeling that Miyamoto Musashi had no intention of fighting anymore, Duanmu Ye gradually withdrew the long sword that was firmly pressed against the intersection of her two swords, then shook her head, indicating her to look at Yang Yuhuan under the mist of virtual dust, or even at the motionless Van Gogh in the distance.

Although Duanmu Ye was also a little surprised that Van Gogh was able to remind himself through telepathy even though he was clearly blocked by such a wall of dust, although it was not ruled out that such a wall of dust was the work of inhibitory force, and such a work was like a wall of human reason that blocked Van Gogh's possibility of contacting himself.

But at least at this moment, Duanmu Ye was sincerely grateful to Van Gogh for painting that picture, and to Yang Yuhuan for sending that picture into the wall of dust that was almost impossible to leave or enter by ordinary means, using unknown means.

"See, that's why I know."

To put it in a very childish way, it probably means: "The reason why you lost to me is because I have them behind me, but there is no one behind you..."

After understanding this sentence, Miyamoto Musashi's eyes flashed with a strange light, and some vague figures emerged in her mind, but the memory at that time had become extremely vague because of the long journey, but at this moment, some vague figures still emerged in her mind, and she showed a relieved smile.

"How despicable... I thought we were fighting one-on-one from the beginning..."

Miyamoto Musashi hates group fights, especially during a one-on-one duel. If someone suddenly joins and stands against her, she will ruthlessly chop off his head at the first opportunity to continue the one-on-one duel.

But at this moment, Miyamoto Musashi, who had been interrupted since the fight, did not show any anger at all.

It was not for any other reason, but simply because she had already lost the battle before this moment came. She could have escaped, but she turned back and launched a sneak attack in the hope of getting away with it.

The other party didn't make any move, just threw a painting at me, and I had no chance at all...

Miyamoto Musashi, kneeling on one knee, slowly put the two swords in his hands back into the scabbards one by one. Then, the familiar golden magic particles began to spread from the soles of his feet.

In response, Duanmu Ye did not say anything, but just looked at Miyamoto Musashi beside him. The latter also shrugged his shoulders while slowly standing up.

"It's hard to maintain this power, right?"

Miyamoto Musashi looked at Duanmu Ye with a smile. Although he could only look up slightly due to his height, Miyamoto Musashi had no other thoughts. Instead, he nudged Duanmu Ye's waist with his elbow like a friend and smiled slightly.

"Come on, if you can't hold on any longer, try shouting to the sky. Maybe I'll drop down from the sky and finish what you didn't finish today."

There was a hint of joking in Miyamoto Musashi's words, and Duanmu Ye also noticed this. He couldn't help but feel a headache as he held his forehead and looked at Miyamoto Musashi, who had just been fighting to the death but now looked like the big sister next door.

"That's not necessary. If that's the outcome of my best efforts, I'll find a way to resolve my own situation before that happens."

Duanmu Ye's words made Miyamoto Musashi blink, as if he had not expected the other party to say that. Even the smile he was maintaining was slightly restrained.

"Well, you're pretty..."

Miyamoto Musashi's words stopped at her lips. She forgot what she wanted to say just now, but finally took a deep breath and chose to pat Duanmu Ye's shoulder.

A feeling of sympathy came from the side, but when Duanmu Ye turned her head to explain something, she only saw Miyamoto Musashi waving goodbye with her back to her, and her figure became transparent as she walked backwards.

"Don't worry, there's really no reversal this time... Go back to them..."

Miyamoto Musashi stopped and put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist. Then, the sword, which had also become transparent, was slightly unsheathed. Miyamoto Musashi's paused words also slowly came at this moment.

"I want to go to the next world too..."

The words stopped here, and Miyamoto Musashi's figure completely disappeared from sight, and the wall of dust that seemed to be raised by the restraining force also completely disappeared from sight at this moment, as if it had never existed, without even a trace of its existence.

Duanmu Ye paused for a moment, and finally walked towards Yang Yuhuan who had buried her head in the soil. Even at the end of his sight, there was Van Gogh who had regained his movement and seemed to be looking for something.

Duanmu Ye was not worried about Van Gogh. After all, she was now a complete Outer God Servant. Whether it was the Nobleman of Wind or the Priest of Water, their existence was much more impressive than a half-baked descender like him.

However, just as Duanmu Ye moved his gaze downwards and looked at Yang Yuhuan who was trying to bury herself in the soil not far away, doing what only Van Gogh should do, Van Gogh's voice came into his mind.

"Duan, Duanmu! Watch your step!"

However, just as Van Gogh's voice fell, Duanmu Ye's body seemed to be tripped by something and lost its balance, and he buried his front body in the soil in the same posture as Yang Yuhuan.

When Duanmu Ye raised his head and looked at his feet, Van Gogh also ran over hurriedly, and they both fixed their eyes on a black meteorite.

As they watched, the meteorite gradually began to emit rainbow colors from its smoking gap. These invisible, floating colors seemed to be like gas...

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 50: Who Lost the Starlight?

That is not something that can be called "inorganic". To be precise, it is an existence attached to inorganic matter. It has crossed an unknown number of light-years of starry sea and fell here with incredible precision among the many stars. It fell with incredible precision on its own necessary path.

Previously, the meteorite buried by the falling dust did not reveal its true appearance. Even Duanmu Ye and Miyamoto Musashi did not notice when the meteorite appeared here.

But what really shocked Duanmu Ye was not the meteorite falling from the sky, nor the one that landed precisely at his feet, but the fact that this meteorite must have fallen from outside the sky, and no one noticed its appearance and existence.

Although judging from Van Gogh's reaction, she probably knew about the news of the meteorite fall, but why didn't she tell herself at the first time? Duanmu Ye thought that it was probably because of Van Gogh's daze before that she didn't tell herself at the first time.

Even so, if it was an ordinary meteorite, Duanmu Ye would naturally not take it seriously. A basketball-sized meteorite from outside the planet would at most carry some alien minerals. Those strange alien bacteria would probably be burned to ashes by the high temperature when passing through the atmosphere. The only things that could remain would be alien high-temperature resistant elements and metals.

However, the fact is that hidden in this meteorite that no one cares about is an organic life form from outside the universe. Just like the many special life forms in the vast Milky Way, this creature from outside the universe is also an organic life form, not a completely inorganic matter as seen by the naked eye.

"Van Gogh, don't touch it!"

Duanmu Ye stood up from the ground and grabbed Van Gogh, who was about to step forward and grab the slowly rising starlight with his hands. The tightly clenched hands conveyed some strength that was not what Van Gogh should have. Even though Duanmu Ye used all his strength to try to pull Van Gogh back, he still did not move.

Is this the strength that Van Gogh could exert?

Duanmu Ye's eyes widened, his gaze fixed on the color slowly rising from the meteorite. Words could not easily describe the colors within it, and he could only use the common sense of a rainbow to cover the indescribable colors. After leaving the carrier of the meteorite, those colors gradually began to flow back into the sky, like gas...

"Duan, Duanmu...Fan Gogh seems to be a little bit abnormal..."

Yang Yuhuan, who also heard the noise and looked up, looked worried. Even she noticed that something was wrong with Van Gogh at this moment.

Van Gogh...is starting to look a little less like Van Gogh...

Duanmu Ye, who noticed Yang Yuhuan's thoughts, felt somewhat helpless. If Yang Yuhuan knew that even Van Gogh's name was not her own, perhaps she would not have had such thoughts in her mind...

The girl's innocence made Duanmu Ye feel a little relieved at this moment, but at the same time, he was also a little curious why he and Yang Yuhuan were not infected by the power of Star Color.

As a strange life form that is not entirely material, the origin of the Star Color seems to be described as some kind of creature outside the known universe. As such, it has properties that cannot be explained by science.

It seems that its ability to feed on all kinds of organic life and cause its prey to mutate and degenerate physically and mentally is enough to make people feel helpless when facing it. Even from the moment they come into contact with it, touch it, the physical and mental changes have already begun. So in many cases, this feeling of changing unconsciously is often the most likely to make people fall into fear.

At this moment, Van Gogh's body inevitably changed. Her hands began to bloom from the fingertips, like flowers intertwined with flesh and blood gradually blooming, and her wrists and even arms gradually expanded, completely wrapping the flowers blooming from her fingers.

Mutation, degeneration... This encompasses many concepts and many possible abilities that happened to Van Gogh at this moment, but it did not affect him and Yang Yuhuan.

Duanmu Ye was a little confused as to why this was happening. Van Gogh should have possessed the abilities of the three Outer Gods, and even the blessing of power. She should be more inclined towards the Outer Gods than himself. Why was she affected by the Star Color, while he and Yang Yuhuan were not?

Could it be because of the fragments of the Holy Grail?

This answer appeared in Duanmu Ye's mind, but when he inserted his fingers into the area below his throat and kept stirring it with his fingers, he took out the few fragments of the Holy Grail hidden in his flesh and blood after a moment.

There are only three fragments of the Holy Grail that can be called larger pieces. One is in Yang Yuhuan's hand, one is used to summon Okita Souji Alter, and the fragment in Duanmu Ye's hand that is flashing with some golden light is the third of the three fragments.

Duanmu Ye, who tried to steal magic power through the fragments of the Holy Grail, finally chose to return these things to their original owners. However, when he tried to integrate the fragments of the Holy Grail into Van Gogh's body, nothing happened. The gradually expanding abnormality just stopped, and did not return to its original state.

Duanmu Ye, who had stood up from the ground with Yang Yuhuan, continued to make incoherent sounds. He looked at Van Gogh in this state with some heartache. But no matter what, Van Gogh had stopped the changes in his body. As for the changes in his spirit...

Duanmu Ye looked at Yang Yuhuan beside him.

"How about taking her back first?"

Duanmu Ye decided to give the power of choice to Yang Yuhuan, because the existence of the Star Color was too incredible for Duanmu Ye. Who sent it here, how did it get here, why did it come here... Countless questions emerged after seeing this meteorite, but he had to suppress too much thinking on the subjective level.

The messy thoughts made Duanmu Ye unable to think simply. As for whether to give the guardianship of Van Gogh back to Yang Yuhuan, Duanmu Ye chose to let Yang Yuhuan make the choice herself.

"I must take it back!"

Without any thought, she responded the moment the words fell. Yang Yuhuan's seriousness made Duanmu Ye a little surprised. He couldn't help but wonder if the existence of Star Color had finally affected Yang Yuhuan, otherwise how could she express her inner thoughts so excitedly and bluntly?

Shouldn't the real Yang Yuhuan have gone through a little bit of shyness and hesitation, and then spoken her inner thoughts very seriously and directly as if after careful consideration?

Duanmu Ye remained silent, while Yang Yuhuan had already walked towards Van Gogh, wanting to drag her into the "trench" where they came from.

However, how could Van Gogh in this state do as Yang Yuhuan wished? No matter how hard she tried to drag him, even her feet, which were constantly gaining momentum, left some marks on the ground.

Duanmu Ye held his forehead helplessly. Compared with Van Gogh in this state, Yang Yuhuan looked like an ordinary person.

Van Gogh, possessing three of the Old Ones, has already reached a level of "???". Furthermore, under the transformation of the Starlight, she appears even more insane and absurd than when she was at her third spiritual base...

Before Yang Yuhuan could ask for help, Duanmu Ye had already reached out to Van Gogh's body, and then carried the swollen Van Gogh, who was no longer human, on his shoulders as if he were carrying a bag of cement, and strode forward, replacing Yang Yuhuan's work of dragging him back to the trench.

Although her size had changed, Van Gogh's weight had not changed at all. Her light body was simply incomparable to the cement that Duanmu Ye had carried. Even at this moment, the feeling Van Gogh gave Duanmu Ye was more like the touch of a jellyfish.

To put it more bluntly... it's like being immersed in water for a long time, which creates the state of being a giant...

It was too soft, so soft that it seemed to have the obvious touch of water, swaying under the skin as the body swayed. Duanmu Ye tried his best to keep his body stable. He didn't think that Van Gogh in this state would not create an art of human body explosion for him.

Her originally swift pace slowed down as a result. The carried Van Gogh stretched out her hand towards the light emitting a unique color. Under constant observation, her body underwent a posture similar to that of the third spiritual base, but it expanded in the form of the first spiritual base...

"Yuhuan, are you okay?"

Duanmu Ye, who was walking in front, asked Yang Yuhuan who was following closely behind him. The latter was extremely careful to take care of Van Gogh who looked like he was about to fall at any time. When faced with this question, Yang Yuhuan swallowed and pursed her lips.

"Can Van Gogh... change back?"

The idea of ​​hiding something or only being able to see it by special people was impossible from the beginning. If the area around the army base had not been isolated by the fire, if the area around the army base had not almost become a wasteland, the damage caused by this basketball-sized meteorite might not have affected only Van Gogh from the beginning.

While taking action, he fixed his eyes on the two figures constantly shuttling back and forth in the distance. Duanmu Ye suddenly had a bold idea in his mind, and this idea was naturally related to the Star Color.

This meteorite appeared here for unknown reasons, and this star color was buried in the meteorite by no one. Duanmu Ye had no idea what it meant. Was it a warning from the gods outside the sky, or was it used to help him?

Duanmu Ye had no way of guessing, let alone explaining it, but if he was truly unaffected by the Starlight, could he use it as a weapon specifically for advent-type characters, to deal with those two people who had been inseparable for so long?

Once such thoughts have emerged, they will be difficult to cut off. The thoughts that were originally crowded in his mind disappeared at this moment. The only thoughts left were like the source supporting his actions at the moment, making his eyes gradually become a little empty.

"Duanmu!"

Yang Yuhuan's voice interrupted this state. Duanmu Ye was suddenly awakened and found that the foot he was about to step on was already half hanging on the edge of the deep pit. The rolling stone chips seemed to be warning him at the moment, and Duanmu Ye felt a chill on his back.

Just now... it seems like I was disturbed again...

But Nya Latotep does not exist in this time and space. Even though he can run around and exist in different times and spaces, or even everywhere, Duanmu Ye, driven by a sense of luck, firmly denies all answers related to it, and keeps himself in the state of a firm materialist fighter to maintain his original clarity.

With the help of Yang Yuhuan, Van Gogh was placed on the edge of the trench, leaning against the wall. His struggling eyes and pale face made it almost impossible to describe him as "human". Seeing this, Duanmu Ye slowly took out the "R'lyeh Text" from his chest and placed it on Van Gogh's chest under Yang Yuhuan's gaze.

In an instant, Van Gogh, like a large jellyfish, began to shrink gradually. Both his swollen body and his mutated arms were shrinking at this moment and gradually returning to their original appearance.

And the eyes that were originally struggling slowly closed after completely returning to their original thin appearance, as if they had fallen into some kind of deep sleep, without any movement except for steady breathing.

"Okay, in this case, there shouldn't be any problems for the time being..."

Duanmu Ye thought that the reason why Van Gogh was affected was probably because Van Gogh was now essentially a human being, and Yang Yuhuan had not completely escaped the power of Kthugeya, and he himself had not escaped such a curse either.

The source prop filled with inhuman power was placed on Van Gogh. The prop, which should have been filled with curses, was like a talisman at this moment, preventing Van Gogh from the possibility of the situation getting worse.

After doing all this, Duanmu Ye did not forget to instruct Yang Yuhuan to keep an eye on Van Gogh this time and not let her run around after waking up. If there was anything, they could contact each other through telepathy.

Yang Yuhuan nodded gently and saw Duanmu Ye walk back towards the meteorite emitting a special glow. As he slowly lifted it from the ground, his figure gradually began to burn...

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I have a stomach upset... Why do I have diarrhea and constipation...

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 51: It's time to end it all!

What is he going to do?

Yang Yuhuan's mind was filled with questions, while Duanmu Ye, who picked up the meteorite carrying the color of the stars from the ashes, entered the Ketugeya mode at the first moment.