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

But soon, Asama Kaname spoke, and after a pause, the light of magic once again appeared on the two of them, and this time, the Demon King Nobunaga stepped on the fist that was swinging towards him and leaped into the sky, and a huge black and gold skull rose from the ground.

The familiar corpse of the Sixth Heavenly Demon King appeared before his eyes, swallowing the restored Demon King Nobunaga into his ribs. Then, a huge bone fist fell from the sky, trying to hit Duanmu Ye's position.

"Susanoh?"

Duanmu Ye was a little surprised. He knew that this corpse could attack as an independent summon, but he had never thought that the Demon King Nobunaga could also be a pilot...

"How about trying this trick?!"

As Duanmu Ye put his hands together, the black figure in the middle of the flames gradually began to peel off something from his back. It looked like a cloak was torn from his back and appeared on his back. Then, a hurricane rose from the ground and blew up the flames where Duanmu Ye was.

A larger ball of flames, not spun by the wind into a fire tornado, gradually expanded, burning the firewood within, and became a massive hemisphere of flames, like the sun above the ground, instantly blocking the fist from the corpse of the Sixth Heaven Demon King...

Biwa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 53: A perfect sacrifice for Amaterasu?

sun......

A huge sun appeared in the field of vision, its range even swallowed up the entire army base, and then it shrank rapidly as it was about to break out of this range.

A huge half-skeleton was waving its fists like a god. The transparent skeleton was clearly visible, but the magic power wrapped around its body seemed to be the flesh and blood outside the skeleton, filled with unparalleled power, releasing the tremendous power with each swing.

However, in front of the huge skeleton that appeared outside the army base, almost at the same time, a huge magic sun covered the entire army base. Although it only covered the scope of the army base, the light emitted by such a sun illuminated the entire night sky into daytime without exception.

Dead silence...

There were no children crying or people wailing on the streets. This was not because of the broken eaves and broken walls caused by the repeated magical shocks, nor because of the Japanese magicians who came from all directions and gathered all their strength to trap the disaster that was supposed to gradually spread outside the imperial capital in the outermost part of the imperial capital using the Yin-Yang magic barrier, so that it could not spread further.

Such a disaster can probably be said to be the "worst in history", especially for Emperor Showa, who was in charge of the imperial capital, whose life and death were uncertain in such a disaster.

No one knew what was going on. All the officers and personnel who knew about and implemented this plan had gathered in the imperial capital several months ago, or even earlier, to conduct absolutely secret magic experiments.

"What a jerk! What the hell are those guys who betrayed Yin Yang magic doing?"

The old Onmyoji couldn't help but burst into curses. They had maintained the barrier for nearly two and a half hours since they arrived. The magic power that had leaked out before was for some reason extremely contagious and devouring. Even though it was purified, suppressed, and even sealed by Onmyoji techniques, it was still eroding the magic power of the Onmyojis who gathered here and surrounded the imperial capital with human wave tactics.

"What modern magic? In the end, it still depends on old folks like us. If those bastards cause the formations that seal other great demons to loosen, I will be the first to sacrifice their lives to the gods!"

"Never mind that. The flames are stronger than before, and the third batch of newcomers can't hold on any longer!"

The old Onmyoji, who was communicating with the help of the network constructed by his mind and standing in the wilderness, relying on his hands to make seals to maintain the nodes of the barrier in front of him, gradually showed a hint of pain.

Immediately, while continuously forming seals with his hands, he spoke in an extremely calm manner while connecting thoughts in his mind.

"Let the young people behind take over!"

"We no longer have any younger young people! All the new Onmyojis between the ages of sixteen and twenty-five have been encouraged by them to go to the other side of the sea to achieve what they want!"

"What are you talking about? Didn't we agree to keep this a secret from Lord Abe?!"

As the sounds coming from the mind connection came one after another, the oldest Yin-Yang master couldn't help but squeeze out a tear from the corner of his eye, sliding down his cheek and dripping onto the flowers and plants in front of him, which were so charred that they broke in an instant under the pressure of a tear.

He is a descendant of Ampere Seimei. In this age when mystery is no longer as great as it used to be, he has only heard of his ancestor's glory and the splendor of Yin-Yang magic from ancient books.

The introduction of modern magic has led to the decline of Yin-Yang magic. This is especially true of the outsiders who are now swept up in modern magic. They have encouraged young people with great potential to learn Yin-Yang magic to rush across the sea for some ideal, for some righteousness and glory, heading for a battlefield where failure and death are inevitable...

"Ugh......"

At this moment, a heavy sigh came from the old man's mouth, as if all his energy had been drained away. In the reflection of the firelight, he looked even older and more tired than before.

The flames inside were definitely extraordinary. Even the ancient texts recorded that his ancestor, Ampere Haruaki, had slain Tamamonomae, the most powerful monster in Japanese history. Tamamonomae, however, only managed to cause the fall of Kyoto and spread to the outer wilderness. His ancestor then united various forces to slay Tamamonomae in the outer wilderness...

Tamamonomae could only do this, so why, at this moment, the flames covering the imperial capital made them so helpless?

"What the hell are those guys up to? Did they invite some foreign evil god down?!"

Ampere gritted his teeth and yelled angrily, but then he raised his head and saw the only black skeleton that separated the sky and the earth, like an evil god.

Did they really summon the evil god?!

Ampere's face turned pale in an instant, and he was suddenly hit by waves of violent coughing. The flames that absorbed magic power were constantly squeezing out their last bit of strength. If he was not a descendant of Abe Haruaki, with a special physique that could make him largely immune to the erosion from some inhuman things, or even powers beyond common sense, his fate would probably not be much better than those who came up later but could not hold on.

However, just as Ampere was thinking this, even pondering it, a sudden gust of wind, carrying a temperature that seemed to be able to burn everything, hit the barrier that the Onmyojis were struggling to maintain in the blink of an eye.

As expected, the barrier blocked the possible damage caused to the outside world by the flames and magic within it, but the collision of magic and magic passed through the barrier and spread outside the barrier, even to the bodies of the Onmyojis who were struggling to maintain the barrier.

In an instant, the bodies of all the Onmyojis who were maintaining the barrier underwent changes to varying degrees. Even Ampere, the most experienced and powerful, was pushed several meters before stopping under such an impact, and his internal organs showed considerable damage.

Immediately afterwards, all sorts of inquiries and confirmations appeared in Ampere's mind, while many familiar or unfamiliar voices showed no sign of coming at this moment...

"Hold on! Nail the bodies of those dead children where they belong. Don't even think about burying them. Suppress the evil god inside. Their souls will be extradited to Takama-ga-hara!"

Ampere's shouting interrupted the various voices in the thought network. Perhaps it was because his words had some special magic, or perhaps it was because of his extremely authoritative identity. After hearing these words, the noisy voices showed no signs of getting noisier.

There is no doubt that this kind of thing is extremely immoral. Using other people's corpses as the final fuel and nailing them in the position where a living person should have blocked it, the existence of this method has violated the positive influence of Yin and Yang magic.

If such an action had been taken in the past when information was not well developed, perhaps after the incident, no one would have discovered that Onmyoji was actually an unscrupulous organization.

But now, with information constantly being monitored, no one can be sure that what happens here won't be monitored by some hidden magician or distant observer. This influence has cost hundreds or even thousands of years to maintain a positive impression of Onmyoji...

Many people actually don't believe that Lord Ampere, who values ​​the reputation of Onmyoji more than his own life, would make such a decision.

However, before they could ponder the reason, a mouthful of blood gushed out from the mouths of most people at the same time. They only felt a resistance in their throats, and then the blood mixed with a few fragments splattered from their mouths onto the ground and the flowers...

The impact that came again at some point was not noticed by people. By the time they realized this and even took the initiative to check, they had already experienced countless invisible impacts accompanied by the hammering of the huge skeleton.

More and more people fell. Ampere understood better than anyone that the mission of being called here to prevent the disaster had not developed to this point at the beginning. Two hours ago, everything here was just a huge explosion that swept across the imperial capital, a fire that covered the entire imperial capital, nothing more.

"These beasts...what do they think of human life!"

Ampere's face was gloomy and he was constantly thinking about something behind his closed eyes. But as he resisted the impact from inside the barrier again and again, the light flashed through his eyelids again and again, making Ampere open his eyes.

It was an incomparably gigantic sun. Although to be more precise it was a collection of flames composed of magical energy, the sphere that was constantly fissioning, expanding, and compressing under the hammering of the gigantic evil god's skeleton undoubtedly had the reaction of a "sun."

The sphere was constantly expanding under the hammering of the evil god's skeleton. Although it began to shrink after expanding to a certain extent, the magic content and power within it only increased, like a miracle.

Slowly standing up from the cross-legged position on the ground, Ampere's expression changed from initial disbelief to confusion, and after a brief moment of confusion, this confusion turned into shock and admiration. Like a pilgrim, he slowly walked towards the barrier and placed his hands on it.

And this kind of thing did not happen to just him. Many older Onmyojis seemed to realize something and walked towards the barrier at the same time and stuck to it. Even when their palms were burned by the high temperature and made a sound, they had no intention of moving away.

"Yes, it is the power of Amaterasu. Amaterasu has responded to us!"

Immediately afterwards, such voices gradually spread in the mind connection. Not only the elderly with seniority, but even the middle-aged and young people, after hearing such voices, seemed to be summoned by something, walked towards the barrier, stuck to it and integrated into it.

The pain seemed to be completely thrown behind the mind at this moment. The originally solid barrier also became a frying pan for execution at this moment. The Onmyojis who were supposed to be the last resort to save Japan from the disaster, at this moment, gave their lives for the "sun" in the center.

At the same time, Duanmu Ye also felt a special power. The almost pure magic power allowed him to escape from the consumption of the Kthugya mode in an instant, and turned it into a power obtained from the outside, which was consumed at no cost.

Duanmu Ye was a little surprised. He didn't think that he had turned on some strange switch of the Kthugya mode and entered a state of no consumption. On the contrary, he had a vague feeling that he had a bad premonition, but he didn't know how to speak.

This feeling is probably similar to when you go fishing with your friends by the river before traveling through time. You just catch a fish and an old lady next to you releases the fish, which is a merit +1-1 situation.

Duanmu Ye suddenly shivered and took a deep breath.

Although he could not confirm where the magic power that could be consumed by the Cthugha mode came from, he would not miss such an opportunity.

The flame barrier that covered himself like a pot lid also served as Duanmu Ye's eyes while expanding. After almost having a close eye contact with Lan Lanfang, who was quickly fleeing the battlefield with Li Shuwen, Duanmu Ye immediately retracted the expanding power and continuously compressed it, becoming the magical shell that now covers the army base for several thousand meters, blocking the attack of the Sixth Heaven Demon King's skeleton.

This seemingly passive beating, but only a few people can understand that the damage it causes is far more direct and more widespread than the damage caused by normal attacks.

At this moment, the fists of the Sixth Heaven Demon King's skeleton had some signs of melting. It should have been protected by the fire of gods and Buddhas, but it didn't play any role. However, the Demon King Nobunaga seemed to be unaware of it and continued to wave his fists.

"Fool."

Duanmu Ye muttered softly, and the sun, which looked like a tortoise shell, was engulfed in flames when the fist of the Sixth Heaven Demon King's skeleton landed on it the next moment. The flames passed through the fist and spread to his arms and even his entire body.

The Demon King Nobunaga, who did not feel any threat, snorted coldly, raised his hands and clasped them together at the same time, creating wind pressure that tried to extinguish the flames on his body and even the flames covering Duanmu Ye in front of him. Although the effect was minimal, right after that, huge Demon King Gatling guns appeared behind the skeleton of the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, firing at the same time.

Without any prior warning, countless artillery shells attacked, perfectly and indiscriminately covering all the land in front.

Asama Kaname looked up at the flame barrier outside with a worried look on his face. While tightly clutching the Nobunaga doll, his lips moved slightly.

"Lord Nobunaga...how on earth did you...

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 54: Will he be the kind of person who keeps his promises?

Asama's words came to an abrupt halt. A piercing pain as if her life force had been sucked away prevented her from saying anything at this moment, cutting off the words she wanted to say right at the point.

Asana suddenly fell to the ground and covered her chest. The illusion that her vitality was burning made her face show a bit of pain at this moment.

She slowly moved her gaze, and with her head turned extremely stiffly towards the burning fireman not far away, her slightly painful face seemed to have some confusion and doubt, but also some confirmation and belief.

"Yes......"

The mouth that had just opened quickly closed, because at this moment Asana could clearly feel that the figure, who could not easily distinguish the front and back, had obviously locked his eyes on him.

But soon, this feeling of being stared at came flooding in from all directions like a tide. Even though there was no trace of human presence around, it felt like countless pairs of eyes were looking at him at the same time...

This feeling made Asana feel a chill from the inside out in this fiery hell. Her expression became a little stagnant, and her hair stood on end. But in the blink of an eye, a figure appeared in front of her.

He had previously been maintaining the barrier above his head with his hands clasped together, but now he appeared in front of him without any movement.

Asana raised his head, and his already fair skin looked even paler at this moment.

"You, what are you going to do?!"

Asama was almost unable to stand up. The magic power in her body was being consumed rapidly, and even her body, which was not plump but not thin either, was gradually showing signs of shriveling.

This is a symbol of the exhaustion of magic power. The small source inside her body, which is constantly squeezed by the outside world, is constantly being transported outwards and overdrawn. It is like facing a loan shark who is constantly coercing her, causing the small source in her body to constantly overdraw its vitality in misunderstanding.

Duanmu Ye looked indifferent as he watched this scene. He had countless ways to deal with this conductor who seemed to maintain the Demon Lord Nobunaga's presence in the world. As a Servant's contractor, Duanmu Ye was sure that if the Master, as the contractor, died without the ability to act alone, the only way for the Servant to continue to survive was to obtain magic power from the outside world through other means.

According to the part of the setting that Duanmu Ye understood, the only way for a Servant who had lost the source of magic power like a Master to obtain magic power from the outside world was to try to find spiritual veins and kill people to obtain the souls in them, that is, magic power.

In modern times, the great source has declined to the point where it is hardly noticeable. Among them, the small source that ordinary primates possess is even negligible compared to families that have been passed down for hundreds or even thousands of years.

Therefore, to a large extent, the only way to obtain magic power from the outside world is through large-scale sacrifices, which can achieve a consumption rate that is equal to the magic power consumed during the contract period.

However, the contract created by the Holy Grail and this method of maintaining the present world through external means is like the difference between a normal contract and an unfair clause. A Servant without the ability to act independently is essentially bound to the Master. On the contrary, as the name suggests, even without the Master, they can still act independently...

Obviously, Oda Nobunaga is the latter, and the Demon King Nobunaga, a creation of restraint, is even more so. In this Holy Grail War, there are few Servants who do not have the bug skill of acting alone.

Duanmu Ye raised his hand. He had already seen that Asama Kaname's body was most likely seriously lacking in magic power. This abnormal posture was probably because the continuous use of the Command Spells just now did not improve the situation of the Demon Lord Nobunaga's spiritual base. On the contrary, perhaps due to the connection from the Holy Grail Contract, the magic power that the Demon Lord Nobunaga was constantly consuming was being continuously squeezed out of Asama Kaname's body.

Perhaps she didn't know that such a thing was happening to Asama Kaname, but she arrogantly believed that the magic power she was using now was still obtained from the magic power stored in the Holy Grail.

Such a thing is not impossible. After all, Duanmu Ye is not sure whether the Holy Grail exists in the Demon King Nobunaga, or it is just a speculation from Sakamoto Ryoma, or in the "fake president" in another four-frame comic book related to it.

The ownership of the Holy Grail remains a mystery to this day. It was originally envisioned that after Miyamoto Musashi retired, the ceremony of the Holy Grail's descent would most likely occur in this magical institution deliberately used to build the Empire's Fourth Army. After all, the Japanese could not think of building an important institution in a very convenient place.

However, the Holy Grail did not arrive as expected, and when Okita Souji stepped aside, he left the battlefield to himself and the Demon Lord Nobunaga.

If we follow the normal process, there are only two spots available in the Holy Grail War now. Strictly speaking, there is only one normal job left.

Whether it is Demon King Nobunaga or Okita Souji, they are characters that appeared after the demise of the original individuals. Including myself, I am also an out-and-out Adventer. I can't be considered a normal job or a normal contestant.

Therefore, Duanmu Ye had given up on the idea of ​​obtaining the Holy Grail through normal elimination of Servants as to why it had not descended. Since only Li Shuwen, a normal Servant, was left and the Holy Grail had not yet begun its descent ceremony, there was no need to slow down this battle royale game.

Duanmu Ye slowly raised his hand, still maintaining the Ketugeya mode. The scorching temperature at such a close distance burned Asama Kaname's eyes so much that he couldn't open them.

Asama, who closed his eyes, was about to fall into the darkness of blindness. It was as if his eyelids were glued shut, and fear continued to come with this reality.

The intense tinnitus made Asana's body, which had been straightened up to escape, collapse. Through the tinnitus came not only some complex and obscure whispers, but also his own heartbeat which was beating violently at that moment.

Dying?

Asama couldn't help but think so in her heart. The breath of death was getting closer and closer to her, and becoming stronger and stronger. Although Asama didn't know what the smell of death was, she thought that it was probably as painful as the experiments that the major had done on her before, just like the semi-liquid food that she had been fed when she was tortured by the major, which could not be called food at all and could not fill her stomach at all.

She...hasn't done anything for Lord Nobunaga yet...

A tear gradually slid down the corner of Asama Kaname's eye. This tear that slid down her cheek in the scorching heat contained Asama Kaname's regret for not being able to repay Lord Nobunaga for saving her from that hell and giving her the status and respect that she had never imagined or hoped for.

Then, she could clearly feel something special prying open her tightly closed lips. Although she resisted with all her might, in such a dry environment and with the magic power in her body being constantly devoured, her lips, which were so dry that they could almost make a crisp sound, did not hold out for long before being broken through by the warm object with a slightly damp touch. Even her teeth seemed to have entered without any hindrance.

Immediately afterwards, the intense tinnitus gradually began to subside, and even the weakness that made it almost possible to clearly feel that his life was coming to an end recovered a little at this moment.

Time was stretched very slowly at this moment, and the feeling that kept rushing into the body through the throat disappeared without a trace in a subtle way, as if it had been absorbed, as if it had never existed.

However, Asama Kaname, who wanted to force her eyes open, was stopped by the increasingly clear murmurs. Then, she didn't know when, and without even realizing it, she had raised her hands to receive the object, and she felt an even hotter sensation.

It is a kind of soft flesh full of vitality, just like freshly slaughtered beef, full of blood and wildness, but more of it is the vitality of life, which is a manifestation of the life that has just passed away and still exists.

Could it be that what he was holding in his hand at this moment was a piece of flesh and blood?

The answer in her mind materialized in her hands. The moist and elastic touch made her face turn pale in an instant.

It was at this moment that the previously unclear and meaningless murmurs completely formed into a complete sentence.

"Don't open your eyes. You don't want to know what you just ate."

As soon as she finished speaking, Asama felt her body being pulled continuously, and a strong urge to vomit surged up under the influence of her imagination, but before she could spit it out, her mouth was pressed by a soft hand, and then the ball of something in her hand also slipped out of her palm.

Okita Souji's eyes gradually became complicated. Looking at Duanmu Ye who tore off some tissues from her arm, put them in Asama Kaname's hands and presented them to herself and Fujimiya Kyuuji, she couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Give it to me, he can't eat this kind of thing now..."