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

It was a mass of flesh that seemed to have self-awareness. Even if it was separated from the main body and even if it was without blood supply, the flesh that was only about ten centimeters in size held in Fujimiya Jiujiu's hand was like some kind of flesh-like monster, constantly squirming, trying to escape from Fujimiya Jiujiu's hand.

Although the scene was extremely distorted, both Fujimiya Kyuju and Okita Souji were a little surprised that the other party would provide what they needed at this moment.

In particular, Okita Souji did not believe that the other party would fulfill his promise. In her opinion, the other party was just taking advantage of Fujimiya Kujiu's needs and using herself as a prop. Even if she won the battle against the Demon Lord Nobunaga, he would order Fujimiya Kujiu to use the Command Spell to end his life and mission. He would never pay what she promised, let alone pay in advance.

However, the reality was completely opposite to what was expected. The other party not only gave Fujimiya Kujuku what she needed, but even took the initiative to save Asama Kaname, who was supposed to be a hostile enemy, in front of them.

The act of rescuing the enemy would never happen to a person who would do anything to achieve his goal. Obviously, the person who created this barrier that protected and imprisoned them was such a person who would do anything to achieve his goal.

But no matter what the process was, Okita Souji, who had paid for revenge in advance, really gave up the idea of ​​supporting the Demon King Nobunaga at this moment. When the other party raised his hand to ask Asama for help just now, she already had the urge to help the Demon King Nobunaga. Even if he was an enemy, her mission was to destroy this descender.

As the magic sword was unsheathed, the squirming piece of flesh instantly turned into meat filling that was difficult to form into a lump. This meat filling made Asana, who gradually opened her eyes, have to hold on to the wall and retch continuously, but she did not spit out what she wanted to spit out.

Without paying any attention to what Asama wanted, Okita Souji, who caught the meat balls with his scabbard, half-knelt beside Akasei Zoujo. Perhaps because he was in this place of fire, Akasei Zoujo's body still retained some warmth and elasticity, and even his breathing was very weak.

However, asking such a dying guy to eat the meat filling is a bit too much, or even impossible.

But Okita Souji knew how to use this kind of meat filling. Even though she was a little reluctant to use it, she had no choice but to save Akasei Zoujou...

As he used the scabbard to fill the wounds caused by the bullets and even the broken bones with meat filling, Chi Cheng Zou Zhang, whose breath had been so weak that it was invisible, suddenly had the sound of a heartbeat.

Such a scene made a gleam of tears flash across Fujimiya Kyuju's dull eyes, while Okita Souji slowly stood up and looked at the figure walking towards the skeleton of the Sixth Heaven Demon King, muttering to himself.

"What are you going to do..."

.....

"Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!"

The Demon King Nobunaga clearly saw that Asama was about to be fed something by the other party. It might be a prop to enslave her, or something like a curse, but she could only be blocked outside by the tortoise shell. She could even feel that this cover, which was obviously not a solid entity, felt like a solid collision under her constant hammering, and it was harder than at the beginning.

In response to this, Duanmu Ye, who was almost in front of the corpse of the Sixth Heaven Demon King, smiled indifferently. The smile on the corner of his mouth was just like the one that Demon King Nobunaga had seen when they had close contact before, with a special flame slightly rising on his face.

"Want to know what that is? Then feel it for yourself!"

In an instant, the flames that had been spreading along his fists suddenly exploded, and the demon king Nobunaga, who was located in the heart, was completely engulfed by the flames that seemed to have been brewing for a long time...

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 55: Li Shuwen's Regret, the Holy Grail War with No Winner

"Teacher! How long will it take us to escape? That fireball doesn't seem to distinguish between friend and foe!"

"You're so scared, but you weren't excited just now saying that the kid named Duanmu was going to use his ultimate move?"

Li Shuwen's face was filled with a hint of worry. This worry didn't come from Lan Lanfang on his back, nor from the burning sensation he was experiencing, but from the fact that he could clearly feel that the Holy Grail War no longer existed...

Although the current imperial capital is still filled with the magic of the earth's veins, the magic rising from the ground beneath the feet seems to be receiving a call from something and is constantly gathering to other places.

He didn't dare to look back. Even a man like him didn't have the courage to look back.

Although to a certain extent the reason was that Duanmu Ye had specifically instructed them before leaving to just break through and not to look back no matter what happened.

But not long ago, maybe a few minutes ago, Li Shuwen felt a sense of relief, as if some kind of hemp rope that had been wrapped around his neck since he came here was suddenly cut off. That very subtle feeling had completely disappeared without a trace.

Li Shuwen's intuition told him that it was the constraints of the rules of the Holy Grail War, and the moment such constraints disappeared, it was enough to prove to him that the Holy Grail War was over, at least in terms of the rules. However, some things that were beyond the rules of the Holy Grail War were still happening in reality.

He kept running with his legs, just to escape from the battlefield that had already gotten out of control. With the passage of time, the scope of the battlefield was gradually expanding.

For him, who had become a Servant, the sight of his surroundings constantly turning into afterimages and receding was undoubtedly no longer surprising to him. Even the ashes blowing in his face and the broken eaves and broken walls blocking his way had no possibility of hindering his progress.

"That kind of thing, no matter how you look at it, is a matter of mutual destruction! How could I have known that that small, seemingly ordinary person could end up like that!"

Only Lan Lanfang herself knew how she survived the ordeal. At that time, she stopped because she wanted to take a stack of confidential files wrapped in an oil-paper bag from the arms of an officer killed by her and Li Shuwen. However, she never thought that the expanding, sun-like spell almost came into close contact with her and even swallowed her.

The terrifying magic power and temperature made Lan Lanfang feel that her body no longer belonged to her just by looking at it closely. If it weren't for the fact that the spell was about to touch her and even shrank just before it submerged her, Lan Lanfang thought that she would probably have ended up like those Japanese who turned to ashes because of the flames around them, with no body left.

"By the way, teacher, how did you know that the Lady Yang Guifei following us was a fake? Her words, actions, and demeanor are all exactly like the real one. Even her reaction when I asked her what the Emperor of Heaven was like was exactly the same as mine!"

Lan Lanfang, lying on Li Shuwen's back, rubbed her face against Li Shuwen's cheek and spoke to herself in a tone of curiosity and excitement.

Li Shuwen felt helpless. He wanted to sigh but he held it back.

Now that the Holy Grail War was over, the restraint of the Command Seals on her body had become negligible. Logically speaking, there would be no problem even if he ignored Lan Lanfang's request and ignored his safety.

However, the relationship between him and Lan Lanfang was not just a relationship established because of the Holy Grail War. Although he did not consider the other party as his student, after spending a few days together, he had already regarded her as an existence related to him.

After constant inner choices, Li Shuwen gave up telling her the truth that the contract between him and Lan Lanfang had weakened with the end of the Holy Grail War. He also gave up the reality that if the out-of-control Holy Grail War continued to intensify, then the wish he wanted to fulfill would be completely impossible to achieve. He wanted to knock Lan Lanfang unconscious and then return to the direction he came from in order to try to intervene in the battle.

Li Shuwen naturally gave up on such an unrealistic idea. He didn't think that squeezing in would be a good experience. Instead of doing that, he would better protect Lan Lanfang to her planned escape route, and then wait for the next Holy Grail War...

Although it was a pity, Li Shuwen was already satisfied.

After all, before the end of his life, what he regretted was not that his martial arts had not been honed to a more exquisite level, nor that he had not found a stronger opponent to prove that his martial arts were stronger than the opponent's.

His wish is not just the endless martial arts. It is precisely because martial arts are endless that he has current goals and wishes.

Li Shuwen gradually slowed down his pace and turned his head to look at the burning wasteland under the distant mountains. It was hard for him to imagine that just a few hours ago, everything here should have been the most prosperous city in the country.

The buildings were engulfed in flames, the vegetation was melted by the flames, and there was not a single human figure in sight. This was because the temperature covering the imperial capital at this moment was enough to kill any ordinary human being due to the high temperature. If it were not for the assistance provided by Nüba to him and others before, Li Shuwen thought that perhaps even his old bones would have died prematurely due to such flames and high temperatures.

The Holy Grail War ended quietly. He had done nothing, yet he survived to the end.

Feeling the cold wind blowing from the top of the mountain, this wind wrapped in heat is not as hot as the wind in the city below, and there is even a hint of chill.

"The Holy Grail War is such a mess..."

Looking at the broken eaves and walls at the foot of the mountain, Li Shuwen couldn't help but sigh a little, but Lan Lanfang gave him a puzzled look.

"The war of national restoration started by the Japanese devils is crazy in many ways..."

The petite girl slid from Li Shuwen's back to the ground. While brushing off the dust on her body, her gaze couldn't help but look at the red sun that seemed to appear only in mythology. It was a treasure or a manifestation of some kind of magic, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was a magic.

As her sight moved, she saw the half sun and the skeleton in the distance, the latter's hammering that seemed like impotent and furious, and the howitzers fired from the musket behind her. At this moment, Lan Lanfang felt a sense of surviving a disaster.

"But as it stands now...their dreams of restoring their country are all daydreams!"

Lan Lanfang smiled at Li Shuwen beside her, raised her hand and waved the sealed top-secret files in front of Li Shuwen. The things sealed in them were enough to turn Japan's hope of a comeback into complete despair.

"What's in there? You were almost affected just now."

Li Shuwen looked at Lan Lanfang with a smile. At this moment, he was like a kind old man.

Lan Lanfang didn't notice anything unusual and was complacent. The feeling of having escaped death seemed like the supreme honor at this moment. She thought about the west and walked down the mountain with her head held high.

"I don't know either. Top-secret files are something only leaders can see!"

"As for me...I'm here to find these things and hand them over to the leader!"

Lan Lanfang turned around with a hint of smugness on her face. The fire flickering in her eyes seemed like the morning sun at this moment. Her face, which had become dusty due to her previous running around, now had some other charm when she showed a bright smile.

"Let's go, teacher! As long as I'm here, you'll definitely be able to see the day when the sun rises! I still have a lot of people I want to introduce to you, and the Japanese devils have been almost dealt with, so let's get out of here quickly!"

There was a hint of urgency and anticipation on Lan Lanfang's face. Her goal from the beginning was not only to get rid of these devils who were trying to restore their country, but also to collect enough evidence from the army base that had brewed such a disaster to bring Japan to a thorough military court.

Now, the Japanese who had been constantly working in this imperial capital to restore their country and even to win the war have been completely eliminated by their colleague named Duanmu Ye. Even the entire imperial capital has been completely conquered by his large-scale magic.

She and Li Shuwen had solved a lot of problems from the beginning until now, and she was already satisfied, but she didn't know...

Thinking of this, Lan Lanfang looked at Li Shuwen, who was a little distance away from her, and a bad premonition arose in her heart.

"Teacher, are you still not satisfied?"

Lan Lanfang restrained her excitement and looked at Li Shuwen who was standing not far away without any action. Her words were intermittent and she seemed a little embarrassed and uneasy.

Li Shuwen smiled. He was also thinking about whether he should tell Lan Lanfang that the Holy Grail War was over and no Servant had won...

Li Shuwen's silence increased Lan Lanfang's uneasiness. She walked quickly forward and came in front of Li Shuwen, wanting to tidy up the coat that Li Shuwen had thrown away before. However, the moment she raised her hand, she noticed that the command spell on her right hand was much weaker than before.

"Girl."

Li Shuwen grabbed Lan Lanfang's hand as she tried to retreat. Although she had quickly retracted her hand from the coat and her body couldn't help but lean back, Li Shuwen still held onto Lan Lanfang's hand to prevent her from losing balance.

"The Holy Grail War has ended. It seems that due to some special reasons, no winner has emerged, and there is no possibility of the Holy Grail descending..."

"But if all those lackeys of the Japanese devils are eliminated, shouldn't you be the winner, Teacher?!"

Lan Lanfang didn't understand and was not convinced. In her opinion, since all the Servants had been eliminated, the only one left, Li Shuwen, her teacher, was the only winner. Logically speaking, the Holy Grail would be able to descend and fulfill her teacher's wish.

"There will be no winner in this Holy Grail War, and even if there is, it won't be me."

"But!"

Li Shuwen shook his head, signaling her not to continue.

"I didn't do anything, and that's why I was judged a loser."

Li Shuwen chuckled, without the arrogance or self-esteem that would not allow him to fail.

After he finished speaking, Li Shuwen turned his head and looked at the sun in the distance, which began to expand again because of their withdrawal. The skeleton of the Sixth Heaven Demon King, which was stained by the flames, began to spontaneously combust as expected, and some shrill wails were carried to his ears by the wind.

"Besides, if he is really a participant in this Holy Grail War, with his strength, I have no chance of winning..."

There seemed to be no room for rebuttal in Li Shuwen's words. Lan Lanfang, who was looking into the distance, also understood the same thing. But what she knew even more clearly was that such a result was not fair to him at all!

"But teacher, he promised to compete with you, and I think he's clearly stalling for time! He doesn't want to resolve the situation here at all!"

Lan Lanfang was a little anxious. She had summoned Li Shuwen from the mainland. Even though she had experienced smuggling here, it was only with the help of Li Shuwen that she was able to do so smoothly.

In other words, Lan Lanfang had long been accustomed to having Li Shuwen around. Even when she was returning, she did not want to be separated from Li Shuwen at all. Just as she said, she had not yet introduced to Li Shuwen the leaders she knew and the like-minded comrades. She was not ready to part with Li Shuwen.

In response to this, Li Shuwen smiled and felt relieved.

"History is written by the victor. Whether he fulfills his promise or breaks it, it's all the same to me. Being able to accomplish what I couldn't do in my lifetime and avenge my country in my prime is enough for me."

Is that enough?

Li Shuwen drew a question mark in his mind, but the answer was a period.

Not enough, he has never fought against a truly strong man...

A hint of loneliness appeared on his face at this moment, but then a female voice, sounding a little headache-inducing, rang in his ears.

"Strange... Isn't it said that if you follow the flames you can go to the next world? Why am I still walking in circles here?"

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 56: Yang Yuhuan's Transformation, Demon King Nobunaga's Final Blow

This was a false illusion, but Li Shuwen saw through the truth in it at a glance. The woman, whose entire body was filled with immense magical power, was just as difficult to distinguish between true and false as Yang Yuhuan before. An ordinary person might really believe that the Servant appearing before them at this moment was the real Servant, but the truth was quite different.

Li Shuwen slowly let go of Lan Lanfang's hand and picked up the spear stuck in the ground beside him. In an instant, he entered a fighting posture and protected Lan Lanfang behind him.

"Teacher, your body..."

Lan Lanfang could clearly see that the command seal on the back of her hand was gradually disappearing. Although the speed was very slow, it also represented the countdown for Li Shuwen to continue to exist in this world. Even the magic power that facilitated his existence was constantly being consumed under such a countdown, and there was no possibility of avoidance.

If things continue like this, Lan Lanfang believes that she and Li Shuwen will have enough time to do something else. Whether they separate or return to the mainland, as long as there is time, there will definitely be many things to do.

However, if the battle continued like this, Lan Lanfang knew that even if her teacher didn't lose to the Japanese, he would definitely leave her because of the contractual connection that could be broken at any time and the exhaustion of magic power that could not sustain his continued existence...

This happened too suddenly. She had thought of many possible ways to part ways, but never so hastily. However, this was probably the exit her teacher had most hoped for...

But she did not reveal her inner thoughts. What she was worried about was whether her teacher could leave with peace of mind. Her work was done, and she could not let her teacher leave here with regrets because of her selfishness.

Therefore, even though she was extremely reluctant, Lan Lanfang was only worried about whether Li Shuwen's body could support him to complete the battle he expected.

Although there was a bit of coincidence involved, looking at the Japanese samurai who looked so proud, Lan Lanfang turned her head in a trance and looked at the land of fire in the distance. What was happening there showed no signs of being restrained because of the appearance of this samurai.

Even so, Lan Lanfang still believed that this was probably the work of the Servant named "Duanmu Ye" who was fighting Archer. After all, even his teacher said that the Holy Grail War was over, so it was absolutely impossible for a normal Servant to appear here by such a coincidence, in front of himself and his teacher.

Compared to Lan Lanfang's intuition, Li Shuwen, who was a Servant, immediately recognized that the other party was not a real Servant. Even though the other party's individual reactions were no different from those of a Servant, the other party did not have any spiritual-based reactions. Just like the "Yang Yuhuan" who had been with him before, the other party was just a collection of magic power, not a true Servant.

"It seems that the boy hasn't forgotten me..."

A slight smile gradually appeared on Li Shuwen's face, which was completely different from the relief just now.

The fighting spirit that had been extinguished was ignited in an instant. Even though he knew that the other party was not the real one in this appearance, he knew that if this was really done by Yang Yuhuan or the young man named "Duanmu Ye", then their existence was basically no different from the real one.

This kind of magic that can create an almost infinitely close magic spell makes Li Shuwen somewhat helpless, especially when facing such a hostile person who seems to have come specifically for him, Li Shuwen's heart is really filled with emotion.

Regardless of anything else, just the act of creating such a creature that was infinitely close to the original body had already made Li Shuwen feel a little tricky. If he had not been able to sense the existence of the same magical reactions as the previous "Yang Yuhuan", perhaps he would really have regarded it as a coincidence that it came before him, a coincidence that it happened at the end of the Holy Grail War, and a coincidence that it appeared before him when he decided to give up the idea of ​​fighting with the strong.

"Flame?... That's a really useful tool for guiding lost people."

In Li Shuwen's hand, the spear, which was almost the size of a bowl, was danced like an insignificant stick. Even though it was very heavy, it was extremely light in Li Shuwen's hand.

At this moment, Miyamoto Musashi, who was standing more than ten meters away from Li Shuwen, blinked in surprise, as if he was thinking about something, revealing a look of doubt.

"Although I can't deny this, but...I got lost because of it..."

Miyamoto Musashi was a little helpless. Although she didn't know the other person, for some reason, she could feel that the reason why she lost her way here again and did not go to the next world immediately was largely because of him.

The two swords drawn in her hands accumulated the power of the Fifth Force. Miyamoto Musashi had not thought that she would meet a Servant here again, because in her memory, she should have appeared on the land of the next world by now, instead of encountering such a familiar Servant after crossing many low mountains.

"Your spiritual base reaction is Lancer, right... You haven't obtained the Holy Grail yet?"

Miyamoto Musashi blinked. For some reason, the memories in her mind always appeared intermittently, as if someone had deliberately cut them off. Although they were quite coherent memories when connected together, if there was no interference, those memories would be very fragmented and scattered everywhere.