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

"But... I can show you..."

Hitler saw it. After the Holy Grail exploded, the wind carrying his curse swept across the seas and oceans, across the mountains and rivers, but the result was that those who were contaminated by his curse either turned into monsters or lost their lives.

All his efforts became proof of his failure. At this moment, Hitler could not help but stagger back a few steps, raised his trembling hand and pointed forward.

"What is your origin?"

Duanmu Ye said nothing, but floated forward again. The yellow robe slowly opened and a tentacle stretched out from the chest, piercing Hitler's chest in an instant. Then more tentacles pierced Hitler's chest like spears, approaching the now defenseless Hitler as if hugging him.

Duanmu Ye leaned close to Hitler's ear. Although he didn't like Jews very much, the scope of Hitler's plan this time made it impossible for him to look at it with approval.

"I'm too lazy to say it again. You don't deserve to hear it right now!"

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 60: Hitler's Disguise Rips Off, and the Monster Emerges from the Yellow Clothes

The class of Caster originates from the ancient King Solomon of Israel, a figure that all magicians spend their lives pursuing. The people of Israel are naturally the most influenced by this, as they regard King Solomon as the greatest magician in history.

Hitler did not possess the adaptability of a Caster, so in Duanmu Ye's cognition, rather than believing that he was the Servant of the normal class summoned by the Einzbern family in this Holy Grail War, he would rather believe that the Einzbern family also went too far in this Holy Grail War and summoned an additional class, which was the eighth class that caused the contamination of the Holy Grail - Avenger.

But Duanmu Ye, who was using the power of the Yellow King to devour the willless Hitler, changed his mind. Hitler was indeed summoned here with the job of Caster, otherwise he would not have been able to come to the Holy Grail in advance through such a ridiculous method.

But at the same time, Hitler is both Caster and Avenger, and is therefore a Caster who was summoned at the moment before his own death, filled with anger and hatred.

If it weren't for the existence of Oda Nobunaga, a leader with local advantages, Hitler's leadership, which was comparable to Caster's magic, or even sorcery, would have certainly caused a different kind of inspiration to the people of this land the moment he was summoned, and might even have really changed the course of history again.

However, there are no "ifs" in history. If the corrective nature of the restraining force also counts him as a heretic, Duanmu Ye will have no complaints about becoming the operator of the restraining force to solve the trouble caused by Hitler.

This is because time is almost still in this space. The time that has passed from the detonation to entering this space may actually be less than ten seconds in the outside world. Of course, it may also have passed a very long time. In this space, all time is not fixed, just like the Throne of Heroes, existing in the present, past, and future.

Just as Hitler had hoped, the detonation of the [Holy Grail Bomb No. 81] indeed carried his curse, centered in Japan, and the waves caused by the explosion spread to coasts and countries in all directions.

Almost every place swept by such a storm underwent some strange changes without exception, but the reality was not what Hitler expected. Countless people accepted his curse and then gathered around the world to start another war with the same purpose as his.

If he had not participated in the Holy Grail War, and if the Holy Grail filled with Hitler's curse had exploded as scheduled, Duanmu Ye imagined that Hitler's plan would inevitably have been successful in a true sense.

Unfortunately, his appearance changed the nature of the Holy Grail, especially since he should not have been inside the Holy Grail, but he appeared inside the Holy Grail. To Duanmu Ye at this moment, the rainstorm accompanied by the strong wind was exactly some kind of illusion influenced by him.

As for the wind that swept across the world, carrying the curse, it was naturally affected by his power. Especially since he held the young Starlight, he could easily use Hitler's curse to lock onto those who matched it and transform their bodies...

"What a pity... If I weren't Caster but Rider..."

While Duanmu Ye was not in a hurry to retract his head, Hitler's weak and extremely regretful voice came to his mind.

Just like the helplessness and regret of a dying old man, Duanmu Ye had no sympathy, but also no other ideas. He just repeated the work that had been done before, using the power of the Yellow King to distort his spirit, and further erode Hitler's existing spiritual base, trying to replace the curse he released.

There was no response. The inhuman indifference was not only present in the vitality that was fading at this moment, but Hitler, who was about to die again, did not resist at all. It was as if he had expected it and accepted the reality of his dying life with great calmness.

"But what's even more regrettable is... you're the only one who can see me in this form..."

Hitler's words came coldly. They were obviously his last words, but Duanmu Ye noticed something strange. It was an emotion that was extremely similar to the "madness" he mastered. Hitler hid such emotions very well, so well that if Duanmu Ye had not been possessed by a god related to madness, it would have been impossible for him to notice Hitler's abnormality at this moment.

The places pierced by the tentacles did not repair themselves at all. They pierced through the ground like long hairs and remained fixed there without moving at all.

At this moment, Duanmu Ye could feel that the tentacles belonging to him were being absorbed, and the tentacles that had not been assimilated were constantly proliferating and growing under the immersion of Hitler's magic. Hitler, who should have been completely swallowed up in less than a few seconds due to the fear of being swallowed by himself, was irresistibly expanding in front of Duanmu Ye's eyes.

The black tentacles broke through Hitler's flesh from the inside, like an ever-expanding black mountain of flesh. In just a few blinks and a few steps back, it had expanded to the point where one had to look up, and it was still expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I instinctively didn't listen to your real name, but I imagine you must be one of those great magicians the Jews mentioned, or perhaps one of the demon gods they worship."

"I really hate this class created by Jews, so I accept my other class more than Caster... Avenger!"

Hitler's face was hanging on the black flesh ball, and the swelling flesh ball kept spewing out a dark and sticky liquid. The black liquid that slid down from the huge and bloated body solidified before it slid to the ground, becoming one of the ways to continuously expand the body in various ways.

Duanmu Ye, who was retreating continuously, picked up Asama Kaname who was slumped on the ground. Although her surplus value was of no use to Duanmu Ye now, it could be said that she was no longer of any use to him.

However, out of humanitarianism, Duanmu Ye still had no reason to just leave her there. It was as if the remaining body of the Demon King Nobunaga had been swallowed up by the bloated thing that had expanded to the size of a building and stood before him in the blink of an eye, turning into this ball. Even he didn't know why it turned into such a monster...

Of course, such doubts were soon explained by Hitler himself.

"Although I never believed in the existence of heaven after death, now that I have been given a second chance in life, I will not let anyone or anything stop me from spreading the name of Germany throughout the world!"

A speech that looked like the chanting of a treasure made Duanmu Ye look somewhat helpless under the mask. Even without thinking too much, he could easily know what he was going to say next. After all, he had actually heard such words many times.

"Your power is very strange. Even I, who have seen many Jewish magicians bragging about the mysterious magic they mastered, can't help but be shocked by it. But now..."

"I will use this power as my own, becoming the carrier of Germany and taking away everything you have tampered with!"

Hitler knew that those who had mutated under his curse must have been interfered with by the Servant before him. The curse that he was supposed to control had turned them into mutated spores, like biological weapons, constantly killing each other and reducing their originally huge number.

He shouldn't have known such things, but as those tentacles pierced his body and the yellow clothing continued to devour him, he felt something similar to the curse spread in those images, a madness that was enough to terrify people, a madness that made people abandon all reason...

It only took him a moment to realize that this was nothing more than a game of mutual coverage and plundering of powers. He was unwilling to admit defeat, so he naturally found a way. Moreover, in a 1V1 competitive game, he would not miss any opportunity to change the situation of Germany's failure, or even change the entire world pattern!

Since his abilities don't allow him to use any effective attack methods, he will try to take away other people's abilities, just like now. With the help of the other party's unknown and terrifying tentacles, he can transform his body into one that can rival them. His resurrection will be inevitable!

Watching it expand into a huge twisted monster in the storm, the juice that continued to seep out of his body emitted corrosive sounds and smoke when it came into contact with parts of his body. Under the lightning, it seemed particularly absurd and weird.

"What is that..."

Asana opened her eyes wide. She couldn't see what the monster in the darkness looked like, nor could she imagine what kind of face was under the huge shadow that stood in front of her like Mount Fuji. The fear of facing the unknown made her breathing pause for a moment. If Duanmu Ye hadn't been blocking her in front of her, she thought she would probably faint on the spot.

"I knew it would turn out like this..."

Duanmu Ye said in a deep voice, and an image emerged in his mind of wanting to use the extension of the Yellow King's power, and continuing to control it to expand into a cup after being disconnected from the main body.

However, the fact is that when the piece of meat was about to turn into a cup, it got out of control and gradually expanded. If it were not for the flame of Kthugya as a backup, Duanmu Ye could not imagine what kind of monster he would face at that time.

At this moment, he kept trying to switch to Ketugu Yamo in his mind, but for some reason he was unable to do so. He opened his eyes again and looked at the shadow in the storm before him. Duanmu Ye couldn't help but curse in a low voice, "Damn it!"

There was no trace of Yang Yuhuan in the space of the Holy Grail. This pure product of the earth was, as Hitler had said before, a cage to trap himself.

The ability to use the power of the Yellow King was entirely due to the fact that the relevant flesh had been integrated into his body before. However, Yang Yuhuan, who was in contact with Ketugeya, was not here...

Before flying into the air again, Duanmu Ye did not forget to throw Asama very far away, and use the wind field to catch her steadily to prevent her from getting hurt here.

After doing all this, Duanmu Ye looked at the monster in front of him. Those flexibly wriggling tentacles had the patterns of the Demon Lord Nobunaga's mysterious ultimate matchlock gun, and when Nobunaga came into the air, he launched an attack as soon as possible.

The explosion bloomed in the air like fireworks, and Duanmu Ye's arm, which broke out from it, turned into a Gatling-like shape made up of wriggling pieces of flesh. As it approached Hitler, it began to spin and fired explosive bombs that were also condensed from magic power.

However, unlike the bullets fired by Hitler, the bullets fired from the Gatling gun on Duanmu Ye's arm are not completely magical creations, but contain something like bones. This allows the magic bullet to cause some physical damage through the fragments scattered by the bone core after being detonated.

Hitler as the main body seemed to be two individuals from the piece of flesh in his body. However, when Duanmu Ye destroyed the exposed head at an extremely subtle angle, the chirping only stopped for a few tens of seconds before it recovered again.

"It's useless. This creature is the embodiment of time, the symbol of my revenge, and the carrier of the same power as yours! All your methods are useless against it. It's telling me that it wants to devour you and become the new master of this power!"

Hitler said this, and after experiencing countless times of using the Yellow King's ability to change his form to change his attack mode, Duanmu Ye almost agreed with Hitler's words.

The same source of power made it impossible to completely destroy it, and even when inside the Holy Grail, he was unable to contact Yang Yuhuan...

For the first time in this Holy Grail War, Duanmu Ye showed a somewhat difficult expression, but when he wanted to recite the Cthugha summoning spell given by Yog-Sothoth as he did when dealing with Nya-Ratotep before, a sun appeared in the sky along with a storm.

A sound also came from the sky, and it seemed that only Duanmu Ye could hear it.

"Strange, why is there a blank painting here? I remember the drawing boards I took out were all filled with paintings..."

Biwa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 61: "There's nothing a painter-type Servant can't do"

"..."

"So, this is actually the imperial capital... and it was Duanmu who did it?"

Van Gogh, whose whole body was emitting an incomparable pain, staggered to her feet, holding her head which was in even greater pain. But when she looked around, trying to find the figure of an acquaintance, all she saw was a huge pit that was so deep that it was difficult to see the edge even if she looked up, and it was so deep that it could be called an abyss.

The explosion covered almost the entire city, swallowing up everything in the city. The imperial capital no longer existed in the previous explosion. Only a few people who were in the cover woven by the dark blue flames were safe and sound.

Van Gogh's gaze swept over Fujimiya Kyuju and Akasei Zoujo, who seemed to be lying on the ground in a coma, and then moved to Yang Yuhuan and Okita Souji, who were in a somewhat silent atmosphere.

"So, what exactly happened?"

Van Gogh was stunned. At the end of her memory, there was a scene of a meteorite wrapped in rainbow light falling less than a few meters away from Duanmu Ye. She was about to speak out to remind him, but her consciousness seemed to be suddenly cut off, and there was no follow-up without any warning. Then, at this moment, her whole body ached as if she had fallen from a building many stories high.

"..."

Yang Yuhuan, with her hair loose, had an indescribable sense of maturity. Although her height was still not much different from his, Van Gogh still felt that in the short time when he lost consciousness, the whole world had undergone considerable changes, no less than the car, which was once only available to a few people, but had become quite popular in the era when she first arrived.

But after several inquiries, the only response from Van Gogh was silence from Yang Yuhuan. Even Okita Souji, who had told him at the beginning that all this was caused by Duanmu Ye, did not have any further conversation.

A bad premonition arose from the bottom of her heart, but she struggled internally to pursue that unlikely possibility. When she looked around, she was in the center of the huge pit, and the scene of the wasteland and rubble filled with arcs all around made her legs go weak.

"I know this is difficult for you to accept, but the detonation of the Holy Grail did indeed cause the destruction of this city, and those Servants who fought for the Holy Grail were inevitably forced to withdraw due to the destruction of the Holy Grail."

Unable to bear it, Okita Souji spoke indifferently. As the agent of the restraining force, she should not have interfered with so many causes and effects, but she did not dare to guarantee that without the protection of the layer of flames, the magic sword in her hand and the ability she was given could so easily block the explosion that destroyed a city.

Even if her ability could create a rift that could banish her to the void, it could only ensure her own safety. It was impossible for her to protect herself while also taking care of her Master and those around her.

The Servant who seemed to be called "Duanmu" used his own death to exchange for the survival of those related to him. Even her, an opponent who was supposed to be his enemy, was protected by him without his permission.

Such a heroic act of self-sacrifice made Okita Souji admire Duanmu Ye from the bottom of his heart. He also felt sorry for himself for not realizing that the reason why Demon King Nobunaga herself became a singularity was definitely not because she herself should not be there, but because there was a point that had to be reversed.

The point that must be reversed was revealed before their eyes at this moment. No one had expected that the origin of the singularity would be the Holy Grail itself.

Looking at Van Gogh's depressed look, Okita Souji paused for a few seconds before continuing to speak.

"Perhaps you are wondering why I, a Servant, have continued to exist while your Servant has not. In truth, I am not a Servant summoned in response to the Holy Grail's wish, but a false Servant, acting in response to the call of the Suppressive Force to eliminate something that should not exist."

"So, I, who shouldn't exist in the first place, will not disappear just because the Holy Grail is destroyed. My life will only end when everything here comes to a complete end."

Okita Souji tried her best to make her tone less cold. She had a considerable degree of patience towards those who were not her targets, especially the child in front of her who posed no threat at all, and she tried her best to make her attitude more acceptable to others.

However, the expected questioning did not happen between her and Van Gogh. Van Gogh, who was originally a little confused, gradually lifted his face to show joy after hearing this series of words that could almost be said to be "bad news". In a moment, he seemed to remember something and began to grope on the ground for something that did not exist.

"..."

Okita Souji was silent. She couldn't understand why such a scene happened. After all, if she heard that her companions died on the front line, and she had to stay in this place as a protected object due to various problems, she would definitely feel more resistant.

However, only Van Gogh knew at this moment that now that he knew what had happened, worrying about Duanmu Ye was completely unnecessary.

Just like the gods who created her, Van Gogh could not guess Duanmu Ye's thoughts. In fact, many times, Duanmu Ye's behavior was as unpredictable and evil as those gods who created her.

But at the same time, Van Gogh was clear that since he and Yang Yuhuan were both here, even if such an event that could almost be described as a "catastrophe" occurred, even if Duanmu Ye disappeared, he would surely return at some point.

Van Gogh was not the only one who had this idea. Even Yang Yuhuan, who covered her face with her hair and was constantly comforting Fujimiya Jiujiu who had fainted because he could not withstand the impact of such magic, also held a skeptical attitude and believed in Duanmu Ye's return.

She remained silent and did not say anything when asked, because she knew that under such circumstances, all the decisions she made were meaningless. It could even be said that she was the culprit who caused the explosion that engulfed the entire imperial capital.

If it was just the explosion of the Holy Grail, it would not have completely devoured a city and even the underground. Perhaps, as Archer said, it was because of the power she shared with Duanmu Ye that the [No. 81 Holy Grail Bomb], which was originally not complete, received a phased enhancement, which led to such a disaster.

When the disaster came quietly, it was closely related to everyone, but only she, only Yang Yuhuan knew that everyone here had the right to ask questions and raise doubts, but she did not have this qualification.

Whether it was this explosion or this endless fire, it was all caused by her...

"Eh? How come there's a blank painting here? The drawing board I took out should have been filled with my drawings..."

Suddenly, Van Gogh's exclamation attracted everyone's attention. Even Yang Yuhuan, who had become a little dazed because of constant self-blame, was attracted by the exclamation.

I saw a slanted drawing board appearing on the ground that looked like dust and sand, which was composed of who knows how many kinds of substances. Even though it was buried in the sand, there was not a single trace left on the drawing board, as if it was splashed with a layer of white paint, so that it was not stained with a layer of wasteland when it was buried deep underground.

However, compared to this incredible thing, the few people who were still conscious, including Souji Okita, looked at the desolate area around them. In such an endless huge pit covered by the night and the flames of karma, there was hardly even a complete trace of a building fragment left.

If this is the case with architecture, what about this seemingly ordinary painting?

At this moment, even Okita Souji realized that this seemingly ordinary drawing board might be hiding some special abilities, a mystery that even she, who possessed the knowledge provided by the power of inhibition, could not easily understand.

Even Souji Okita could understand it, so how could Yang Yuhuan, who had been with Van Gogh for a longer time, not know what would happen when Van Gogh took out a drawing board?

"Are you feeling inspired now?"

Yang Yuhuan spoke softly, while Van Gogh showed a somewhat conflicted expression after he had completely dug out the complete painting board from the loose and hot soil with his hands.

As the successor of Vincent van Gogh's painting skills, Van Gogh's intuition told her that this pure white canvas was buried not far from her feet just for this moment, and existed just for her to paint something on it.

However, this hallucination-like whisper and intuition made her somewhat resistant. In her memory, all the drawing boards she summoned were used up in the battle with Miyamoto Musashi. Even the last painting that she had not completed in time had been recycled into the imaginary space.

Van Gogh was certain that this pure white canvas was not one of the ones she had summoned. Each canvas created by her magic had its own number, and this one, as if appearing out of thin air, was clearly not among the numbers she had recorded, but it kept calling to her, prompting her to paint freely on this white canvas...

Something's wrong...

Nine out of ten things are wrong...

Van Gogh instinctively wanted to leave such things. She had had enough of the torture inflicted by these twisted creations. After all, she had finally gotten rid of that identity and was able to paint as she pleased, but at this moment she was once again being guided to paint something she didn't know at all.

However, just as Van Gogh was about to get rid of the whispers of the painting board through his own will, Duanmu Ye's heartbeat jumped in her mind, followed by a little tension and anxiety...

Is it an illusion?

Van Gogh instinctively thought so, but soon she rejected the idea.

She was certain that the heartbeat sound came from inside the drawing board, and in her eyes, some colors appeared on the white drawing board, like a wild imagination, and a picture of a rainstorm appeared on the drawing board in front of her.

Duanmu Ye was suspended in the center of the drawing board, in the middle of the rainstorm with his back to himself, and in front of him was this twisted, crazy behemoth full of disorder and weirdness.

Help him!

This was the only thought in Van Gogh's mind. She didn't understand why this drawing board appeared here, and she didn't know why she was so determined, but she knew that if she didn't do something, she would regret it later!