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

However, even so, this does not prevent her from piecing it together into a complete memory, so as to make current judgments and decisions.

There is only one decision that can be made through fragments of memory, and that is to eliminate the reason why he did not successfully travel to the next world.

However, even after saying this, Li Shuwen just shook his head helplessly, and the smile on his face became more pure and more excited.

"The Holy Grail? I don't need that kind of thing..."

As he spoke, the Liuhe Spear locked onto Miyamoto Musashi in the distance. At the same time, magical power that could be captured by the naked eye gradually burst out from Li Shuwen's body.

Li Shuwen's decisive battle is about to begin at this moment!

"From the moment I was able to fight other warriors, my wish has been fulfilled!"

......

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The soil, blooming like fireworks, flew into the sky and was scattered on the land of the imperial capital by the blowing wind.

Duanmu Ye, who was manipulating the long-hidden flame of Cthugha, and invading the corpse of the Sixth Heavenly Demon King controlled by the Demon King Nobunaga, snapped his fingers and looked at the distant place where a cloud of dust covered the top of the mountain. That was the direction of Li Shuwen's escape, and it was also the direction he used in Cthugha mode to combine with the summoned creature of the Fire Essence provided by Yang Yuhuan to achieve a certain degree of mimicry.

Duanmu Ye did not have the ability to create fire spirits, but now that he had fully entered the Kthugya mode, he was able to achieve a certain degree of resonance with the fire spirits summoned by Yang Yuhuan, give them some instructions, and provide them with some memories needed for mimicry and possession.

Although the Flame Spirits can be considered highly intelligent life forms, providing them with Miyamoto Musashi's data and memories for the purpose of mimicry is more or less dangerous, but fortunately, with Yang Yuhuan's control over them, they will not easily lose control.

"Duanmu...you are in very bad condition..."

The voice of Yang Yuhuan came in his mind, and the communication that was just unilaterally communicated by him had some response at this moment. Although it might be Duanmu Ye's own illusion, he always felt that there was something wrong with Yang Yuhuan's condition at this moment.

This feeling was somewhat subtle, but if you look at it seriously, Yang Yuhuan, who said this, no longer had the same naive and innocent tone as before. It was like the tone of someone who had experienced many things and looked at most things indifferently. This change was similar to the return of Van Gogh's spirit.

change......

Physical changes, personality changes, mental changes...

These changes in Yang Yuhuan and Van Gogh can almost be collectively referred to as changes at the "spiritual base" level. That is to say, when Yang Yuhuan was not paying attention, her spiritual base was revived, and she jumped directly from the first spiritual base to the third spiritual base.

However, he didn't let Yang Yuhuan participate in anything at all, so why did it turn out like this?

"Yuhuan, tell me the truth, how are you feeling right now, visually, auditorily, and mentally..."

The Fire of Cthugha inflicted on the Demon King Nobunaga showed signs of abating. If Yang Yuhuan's change was due to his excessive use of this power, then he would not mind giving up his current advantage and trying to use something else that he was not even sure if it would be effective.

"..."

There were some rustling sounds in the telepathic communication, like the snowy noise of an old-fashioned TV. However, this was not because of any special changes on Yang Yuhuan's side that caused the disconnection, but because of Yang Yuhuan's thinking and hesitation. This was enough to prove to Duanmu Ye that Yang Yuhuan was hiding something from him at this moment...

Duanmu Ye did not say anything more, but stopped the flame that wanted to further burn the corpse of the Sixth Heaven Demon King. At the moment before the body of Demon King Nobunaga was completely swallowed up, the flame gradually subsided.

At the same time, the Demon King Nobunaga, who was almost losing consciousness, regained consciousness in an instant, and the mysterious ultimate matchlock gun appeared from the void in his hand, but no bullet was fired at the moment the trigger was pressed. On the contrary, the flames that were constantly devouring his body were swallowed up by the matchlock gun like a backflow.

Demon King Nobunaga walked out of the flames again, his body covered with scars from being burned by the flames. Such scars were incurable and irreparable. Even for Demon King Nobunaga, only she herself knew that in just a dozen seconds, her spiritual base had been slightly broken. Even with the connection of the Holy Grail, for some reason, her spiritual base was damaged, as if it had been eaten by some kind of insect, and an extremely conspicuous gap appeared.

And such a gap is also reflected in her body at this moment. Those irreparable scars are the manifestation of the damage of the spiritual foundation. The surviving Demon King Nobunaga has a cold expression. She already knows that the opponent's flames can ignore any magic and physical defense, which is far more terrifying than her divine fire.

However, at this moment, she mastered such fire, and she would no longer be so embarrassed by such fire. After walking out of hell, she was no longer the loser before. Every time that could not kill her would make her stronger!

"It's time to end it all. Use your own power, your own flame... to form your own path to death!"

Immediately, at this moment, the thousands of mysterious ultimate matchlock guns that gathered beside the corpse of the Sixth Heaven Demon King gradually disappeared as the flames gradually faded, turning into a little bit of bright light and electricity, forming a huge matchlock gun in the hands of the Sixth Heaven Demon King's corpse.

There was only one bullet loaded inside, which was the condensation of all the fire that the opponent had eroded herself, and the Holy Grail in her hand was also condensed in this bullet at this moment.

It is almost comparable to the most terrifying weapon that people of this era can fear. The shell called a nuclear bomb is just a kind of bullet to the Demon King Nobunaga at this moment. It is something that can be used to launch.

The magic power that flickered with flames and golden holy light gathered at the tip of the musket in the blink of an eye, and then it was fired out like a cannonball. The huge impact force caused the corpse of the Sixth Heaven Demon King holding the musket to move back nearly a hundred meters, leaving a not-quite-enough distance from the center of the cannonball's impact.

The white light devoured Demon Lord Nobunaga's sight the moment it landed, and the next moment it devoured her completely. At this moment, she suddenly realized that Asama Kaname was still under the flaming shell, but the shell had already landed, and even her body was devoured at this moment. Even if she wanted to save Asama Kaname, there was nothing she could do...

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 57: The Japanese island was flattened by nuclear weapons, but what about the Japanese?

The white light swallowed up everything on the ground. No one knew where this light that was as bright as day came from, and no one knew where this light that illuminated Japan at night into day would go.

On the other side of the sea, and even the ships hovering on the sea, those heading to the mainland and those fleeing from the mainland all looked towards their homeland, the direction they came from, at the same moment.

It was a light that illuminated the entire sky, more dazzling than the rising sun and more dazzling than the rising daylight. Even the ships sailing on the sea felt unprecedented wind and waves the moment they saw the rising sun, which was like a white sun. It set off waves that were far higher than any waves they had ever seen.

The howling wind brought with it a heat wave that overturned the small boats that had just left the port. The people who fell into the sea, regardless of their strength or age, were all trapped in the boiling sea water at close range, with no possibility of returning to the surface.

The daylight rising from the horizon engulfed half of the island. Even though the actual damaged area might be as insignificant as a city, the destructive magic that bloomed from it spread over the entire island in an extremely short time, and even the surrounding sea areas were not spared.

what is that?

This question was born in the minds of many people at this moment along with the white star rising from the distant island. They could not understand what happened on that island, nor did they dare to imagine what happened on their homeland.

Such a scene made countless people who were watching from afar couldn't help but come up with an answer from the bottom of their hearts, a unique and absolute answer.

Could it be that...someone dropped a nuclear bomb on Japan?!

The destructive power of a nuclear bomb may bring about endless fantasies, but people who understand nuclear bombs know that such daylight and such brilliance cannot be produced by the explosion of just one nuclear bomb. It can only be produced when at least five, or even more, nuclear bombs hit the same place at the same time. It is a spectacular sight that you may only see once in a lifetime.

But is there really a country that would be willing to drop five or even more nuclear bombs on their territory for deterrence and warning?

Isn't this really an inhumane act aimed at exterminating them?!

On the sea and on the shore, every Japanese soldier who longed to achieve great things, every Japanese soldier who longed to return home safely, felt a surge of grief and indignation. They had done nothing wrong, so why did they have to suffer such a disaster? Why did those people who claimed to be humanitarians treat them like this?!

If Japan sinks, they don't mind destroying the whole world!

This thought emerged in the minds of many people, and planted a seed of revenge in their hearts, and then...

Boom, boom, boom—

Blood-red lotus flowers bloomed one after another in an instant. The hot sea breeze had become extremely cold and biting on its way across the ocean, making people shudder as it brushed past them.

There seemed to be some invisible monster in those winds, whistling along with the sea breeze, hunting those who met certain conditions as they passed by the crowd and across the sea to the shore.

Above the sea, blood dyed the sea surface red, attracting all kinds of creatures that have been seen or never seen before, constantly wandering around the ships soaked in blood and unknown tissues. Fear and panic are spreading step by step on each ship.

Far across the sea, on the vast continent, such things also happened every minute and every second. Especially those who were waiting to evacuate the mainland on the shore, but after seeing the disaster suffered by Japan in the distance, some ideas emerged in their minds. Without exception, they all encountered things that could not be explained by science or common sense.

It was as if an invisible object dropped from the sky and flattened it into a pool of bloody mud mixed with some soft tissue and broken bones. It was also as if the head and body were easily separated by some invisible guillotine. Even the person himself did not react in time. While still retaining consciousness, his head rolled defenselessly to the ground until his body completely lost response and there was no sign of consciousness dissipating.

Compared with such an experience, what is even worse is that it is as if one has inhaled some special fungal spores. While the body is sending out some warnings, it also begins to mutate one after another, becoming a monster that still has consciousness and can think clearly about any problem, but cannot control its mutated body.

He could only watch his former comrades and compatriots die at his hands, and watch his former friend kill him with angry eyes. But even when his head was separated from his body, his instinct detected something strange, but he wanted to speak to warn them, but he couldn't make any sound that could be called language.

No, it could be considered a language, but apart from the voices made by himself and the people around him who had been mutating one after another, a string of obscure noises kept coming out of their mouths.

Then, the body that was still standing in the same place but had its head cut off began to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye. It reached the critical point in just one breath, and the body that had expanded into a spherical shape exploded in an instant. The scattered bones were like arrows from a fully drawn bowstring, piercing through the surrounding area. The close-range explosion caused many normal and surviving people to suffer a devastating blow.

This happened in every place on the coastal battlefield, whether it was the coast of the mainland or the coast of North Korea and South Korea. As long as one could see Japan in the distance, as long as the wind from the Land of the Rising Sun blew, whether it was cold or hot, mutations occurred in an instant.

No one could figure out where such a disaster came from. In the eyes of people other than the Japanese, they seemed to have suddenly gone crazy and started killing each other. Even though they kept wailing in pain and cursing monsters, what appeared in their eyes from beginning to end was just a fully armed Japanese man shooting and drawing his sword to kill another Japanese man.

Even if they accidentally broke in, those Japanese who seemed to have fallen into some kind of madness had no desire to attack outsiders. They just stared at their former colleagues and comrades, venting all the functions of their bodies, and then ended their lives with an explosion at the moment of burning out.

The wind from Japan finally crossed thousands of miles of sea and ocean and reached the shore of the continent. What returned to Japan was only the daylight that illuminated a corner of the sky, as bright and dazzling as the rising sun.

"Am I... dead?"

Asana was about to sit up from the white space. Not long ago, perhaps just the last second, she was still feeling like vomiting because she had eaten something extremely disgusting.

However, the world was swallowed up by white in an instant. There was no pain or torture. Just a flash of light, and the next moment she came to this white space.

"die?"

Suddenly, a cold voice broke the silence brought by this blank world. A figure intertwined with yellow and black stood silently in front of Asama Kaname. When she wanted to look up, the first thing she saw was the shadow under her feet that was wriggling like countless tentacles.

monster......

She could guarantee that she had never seen such a person before. Whether it was the yellow and black robe and shadow, or the magic emanating from the person in front of her, she had never felt it before.

If this is heaven, then is this guy with tentacles an angel?

Asama had read the Bible and was aware of the appearance of the angels in it. Perhaps because she only read the literature when she was bored and was not a devout believer, she never thought that the images of angels described in the Bible were so sacred and holy. After all, no matter how she understood it, the images described in the book were completely opposite to these two words.

But for some reason, at this moment, when Asama slowly raised his head to look at the yellow figure with its back to him, the extremely strong discomfort and nausea disappeared without a trace.

And the figure that she had previously thought was a monster now inexplicably filled her eyes with a bit of heartfelt respect and even admiration...

It was not normal to have such emotions. Asama even thought she was crazy for having such emotions towards a monster. But then, her sight moved to the side that blocked her vision. In the white space, where no color other than white could be seen, there was a figure standing opposite her.

The appearance of that figure made Asana cover his mouth involuntarily. The shock in his eyes was hard to contain, but he did not make any sound.

"Damn it, how come you're still alive!"

"You should have been dead! You were shattered to pieces by the [No. 81 Holy Grail Bomb], a combination of the Greater Holy Grail and the bullet shell created by your own power!"

Duanmu Ye said nothing, just looking at the Demon King Nobunaga in front of her, who was even more embarrassed than before. Her tall and proud figure was now completely hunched, and her whole body was covered with scars from burns. Now that she was naked, she looked like a hideous evil ghost crawling out of hell, and just one glance at her was enough to scare people.

The Demon King Nobunaga, who could hardly be called a "human" anymore, asked angrily at this moment. She once again picked up the mysterious ultimate matchlock gun that she trusted, wanting to continue the duel that had to continue at this moment.

"What on earth have you done? Where is this place? Who are you?!"

Demon King Nobunaga was a little overwhelmed. Her mind had become extremely confused after she realized how stupid she had done. She was almost unconscious at the moment. If she hadn't seen a person who absolutely could not appear here, she would have had an anchor point.

The white space... was like the road leading to the Throne of Heroes, quiet and boundless...

The road to the Throne of Heroes is filled with blue skies, white clouds, and everything beautiful. But the moment you step off the path, you'll return to your own purgatory...

This place was not created by her, and she had no idea what this place was. She threw all the sins and evils here to the figure in front of her. Although there were some changes in appearance, she was sure that everything here was born because of him!

"I should be the one asking you about this..."

Duanmu Ye frowned, and under the pale mask, there was a solemn expression.

The power of Hastur's incarnation was completed in this space, just like it had a spiritual base, and it was restored after coming to this space.

In his impression, the person who inherited the power of the Yellow King was Van Gogh. The reason why she did not come to this space was largely because he compressed the "armor" created by the Cthugha model into a space that could only accommodate five people just before facing the final attack launched by the Demon Lord Nobunaga, and protected them, including Asama Kaname.

As for the completion of Hastur's power in himself, it was largely due to the star-colored crystal that was now embedded in his palm. It was like a fossilized fruit inside his palm. He could still feel the vitality in it and the special power that it continuously provided to him.

Duanmu Ye thought, being able to become the Yellow King at this moment, it was probably because Xing Zhicai had made a glorious evolution for himself...

Even though it made Duanmu Ye feel a little suffocated, at least at this moment he could still feel that he was still a person, not something else...

The Demon King Nobunaga, who was asked this question, pulled the trigger the moment he finished speaking, but the shadow of Oda Nobunaga appeared in front of her.

Even at the moment when the bullet passed through the void, it was like a dream bubble, pierced by the bullet, and then disappeared before his eyes, but the heart of the Demon King Nobunaga at this moment trembled slightly, and the words came at this moment of distraction.

"Fifty years of human life, compared to those who live in the lower heavens, is like a dream and an illusion... He wanted to dominate the world by using the strategic weapons crafted by the Greater Holy Grail, but he used such weapons to pursue temporary victory or defeat."

"Oda Nobunaga, you might as well look back..."

"You, are you still you?"

"Are you kidding me? How could I not be myself?"

Even as Demon Lord Nobunaga spoke, he involuntarily turned his head and looked back. The first thing that caught his eye was the monstrous, ugly "Oda Nobunaga," followed by a slightly less transformed "Oda Nobunaga"...

It’s like I’m looking back again and again in different time periods. The endless distance is where I was when I first came here.

Demon King Nobunaga's pupils trembled, and a dreamlike feeling arose from the bottom of his heart...

She really doesn't seem to be "herself" anymore...

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 58: The Devil's Suicide, the Mastermind Behind the Holy Grail

The petite figure stood in the distance, the arrogance and arrogance in her eyes shook the Demon King Nobunaga's heart, which should have been indestructible.

That was the path she had taken. Regardless of which otherworldly equivalent of Oda Nobunaga, or which singularity or Lostbelt variant, their ultimate goal was to conquer the world, to use their own way of survival to create the most brilliant and magnificent feat in their short lives...

But, just now, that ultimate strategic weapon that was supposed to be used to deter countries other than Japan was used without any consideration of the consequences, just for the sake of a temporary victory or loss. Even she herself didn't know what kind of situation Japan would become because of that weapon, but the only thing she knew was...

The formation of this white space is inevitably inseparable from the role of the [No. 81 Holy Grail Bomb]. The [No. 81 Holy Grail Bomb] made using this only Great Holy Grail has not undergone any degree of testing. Whether it is the magical reaction or the damage range, the only value that can be obtained in the research is "???".

This result led to the stagnation of the research on the [No. 81 Holy Grail Bomb], but the magic power drawn from the guy in front of him could completely wrap the [No. 81 Holy Grail Bomb] and serve as the shell for such a strategic weapon.

It is undeniable that after realizing this reality, Demon King Nobunaga was overwhelmed by the joy and excitement of impending victory. When she finally came to her senses, the [Holy Grail Bomb No. 81] had already been used, and she no longer carried the Greater Holy Grail. Even though she was in this pure white space, there was no possibility of recovery. Even if this was some kind of space similar to the passage to the Throne of Heroes, there was no possibility of recovery.

The reason for this was entirely due to the opponent's flame just now. She was originally created using the Holy Grail and was born from the combination of all the possibilities of Oda Nobunaga. There was no trace of her on the Throne of Heroes. Such a flame was enough to burn the spiritual base. Even if it was out of the battle, there was no possibility of recovery.

At this moment, with the words "there is nothing you can do" almost in front of you, the Demon King Nobunaga had to face a problem that he had to face.

She seemed to have really lost...

Not only did she lose, but those followers who had always followed in her footsteps and regarded the desire to restore the Empire of Japan as their life belief also lost miserably.

Whether Demon Lord Nobunaga still existed in Japan today was impossible to predict. After all, even she herself did not know the extent of the bomb created by the Greater Holy Grail, which had absorbed a total of six Servants. However, the only thing that was certain was that the Imperial Capital would be reduced to nothingness under such a bomb...

All the accumulation over the past few months became completely vain at this moment. Looking at the endless "Oda Nobunaga" behind him, at the end of the road, and even at the corridor constructed by countless possibilities of Oda Nobunaga at the end of the road, the Demon King Nobunaga's heart kept trembling, and even his eye sockets felt a little warm.

Those were her former selves, the many possibilities that made up her existence here. But compared to them, she was so embarrassed and miserable right now. Failure wasn't some terrible curse. She should have realized this long ago...