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

Then, the imaginary paint palette appeared in front of Van Gogh, and the various brushes that appeared between his fingers made Yang Yuhuan and Okita Souji's eyes light up.

Then, in their eyes, a sun appeared on the white canvas, which was completely different from Van Gogh's. A sea of ​​sunflowers appeared at the bottom of the canvas, echoing the sun in the sky.

For some reason, they could hear some shrill screams, as if coming from the painting, but Van Gogh's movements did not stop completely.

Van Gogh, who had painted an entire painting in just a few blinks of an eye, stopped what he was doing, but after taking a deep breath, Van Gogh stopped painting a sea of ​​sunflowers. Instead, he used very little paint to paint a burning fire, burning the sea of ​​sunflowers.

Just as Van Gogh's brush put down the last stroke, a spark ignited from the center of the painting, and then spread to the surroundings. But after Van Gogh threw it away, it completely turned into black ashes and scattered on the ground.

The wind blew gently through their hair. No one knew what had happened, and no one knew what was about to happen. Even Van Gogh didn't know why the painting spontaneously combusted, but she could feel it, feel the strong uneasiness.

Her eyes were fixed on the remaining black ashes on the ground. The wind blowing her hair did not carry away the scattered ashes. The horns that were blown away were like living tentacles that kept wriggling. At this moment, a violent earthquake spread from their location to the entire island.

"How wonderful! The hole in the Holy Grail has been opened from the outside! This is so joyful!"

The ashes of the drawing board became a kind of channel, constantly releasing black chunks of flesh to fill the bottom of the huge pit.

Yang Yuhuan and Van Gogh, who were carried away by the spirit of fire, immediately escaped from the range contaminated by the black flesh ball together with Okita Souji and his group who were walking in the air.

But looking at the huge figure that was taller than a mountain than the abyss-like pit, Van Gogh and Yang Yuhuan both had a question.

"Where's Duanmu Ye?!"

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 62: Is there no way to deal with the enemy being of the same origin? How about the martial soul fusion technique?

"It's such a shame that I actually allowed such a tiny country to become my ally back then. Just like that damn Italy, I shouldn't have expected them to be of any help!"

"But now... this island nation in the Far East will no longer exist. In its place will be the reborn Germany!"

The giant beast of the times stood in the huge pit of the times and kept trying to crawl towards the horizon. Revenge, anger, joy, excitement, and other twisted and contradictory emotions at this moment kept pouring out from the bottom of the huge pit like Pandora's box in mythology.

The monster, whose body was still expanding, kept devouring the surrounding open space. Even if there was nothing there, there would always be distorted human faces appearing on its body, constantly trying to break through the layer of black soft tissue.

The twisted creature that looked like a slime made Okita Souji frown. If she had not witnessed the entire process of the monster's appearance before, she would have questioned Van Gogh now, asking what she had done to release such a monster.

As mentioned before, the singularity did not disappear because of the disappearance of Duanmu Ye and the Demon King Nobunaga. It still exists and has not left. This is proof that the disaster of the singularity has not been completely resolved.

After witnessing Duanmu Ye and Demon King Nobunaga being engulfed by the explosion, Okita Souji couldn't help but wonder why she was there. There was obviously no need for anything to continue, but she still hadn't received any orders to retreat and still needed to stay here, waiting for something.

At this moment, looking at the twisted monster made of black mud that kept emerging from the burnt painting, Okita Souji realized that she was wrong from the beginning. Both her views on the Demon King Nobunaga and Duanmu Ye were completely wrong.

From such a monster, she could feel a power somewhat similar to her own, which was a protection of restraint, but it was not as complete and clear as hers.

Perhaps in the past, there was a restraining force in him that fueled the flames, but because of some things, the restraining force was finally abandoned, which led to the monster that can almost be called the "monster of the planet" today.

If left unchecked, his ever-expanding body would fill the void of an entire city, and over time, there was an almost 100% chance that it would submerge the entire surface of the planet...

Her existence is not only to stop the atrocities of the Demon King Nobunaga, nor is it only to prevent the interference of the adventers from outside that world in this world...

Souji Okita fell into silence for a moment, but after the silence, he still rejected the previous idea.

The monster in front of him had a magical structure almost similar to the one that killed "her (Okita Souji)". No matter what kind of connection it had with Duanmu Ye, its existence was most likely due to Duanmu Ye. Perhaps it was a strange creature that was born after devouring an outsider like Duanmu Ye.

Such an answer seemed to have confirmed the origin of this monster, but she did not choose to tell Van Gogh and Yang Yuhuan who left with her not far away.

The act of releasing such monsters by drawing such a picture has made Souji Okita put aside his initial opinion of them. They are not as weak as they seem. Although the inhibitory radar has no resistance to them, it does not mean that they who stand with Duanmu Ye will not be the same adventers.

Therefore, while she was carrying the unconscious Fujimiya Kyuju and Akasei Zoujo on each side away from the huge pit that would take some time even for her to fly at full speed, she thought of the corresponding answer and chose to keep her gaze fixed on Yang Yuhuan and Van Gogh. Only after she was sure that they would not become enemies would she choose to rescue them.

"..."

For some reason, when she instinctively thought of this decision, her heart and faith, which had always remained unshaken no matter what happened, began to waver slightly.

Is this really good?

Okita Souji's face flickered in the light of the fire. Although she had left the huge pit that swallowed the entire imperial capital early, she could still see Yang Yuhuan and others who were still quite a distance away from the outside world.

She did not call for the Purgatory Gun slung across her waist to save them. After all, they were enemies from the beginning. If it were not for Fujimiya Jiujiu's order, she would not have prioritized attacking Duanmu Ye over attacking the Demon King Nobunaga.

The depression that arose in her heart made her turn around completely at this moment. She took Fujimiya Jiujiu and Akasei Zouzhang and no longer paid attention to Van Gogh and Yang Yuhuan, nor did she think about observing whether they were within the scope of her task to eliminate.

This was the next best thing she could do. For Okita Souji at this stage, transferring his Master and the former Master to an absolutely safe place first, and then coming back to solve the trouble here, was far better than doing something she didn't really want to do under the guidance of inhibition.

She was indeed a Heroic Spirit of Decisive Battle adjusted for just one single flash, and even her spirit base had mutated to a state that was almost completely different from Okita Souji himself.

But this does not mean that she will completely abandon her own will and become a tool of restraint.

However, while thinking this, Souji Okita also noticed the strangeness of the Purgatory Blade on his waist. As a blade born from the power of restraint, it naturally has its own responsibilities, guiding himself to do the right things, and using the inhibitor to seal (destroy) himself when he is out of control... These are the responsibilities and obligations given to it.

At this moment, the slightly trembling Purgatory Sword was emitting some protest. It did not think that protecting Fujimiya Jiujiu and Akasei Zoujo would be a higher priority than defeating monsters that were a "threat to humanity."

Regardless of whether it is something that should be done or the most important thing at the moment, for Purgatory, killing the enemy is far more important than protecting some people who are not that important.

However, after receiving this idea, Souji Okita silently pressed the trembling sword back into the scabbard, slightly shaking out part of the blade.

"We'll talk about that when we get back..."

She seemed to be talking to herself, but only Okita Souji understood that she had embarked on a completely different path from the one she had just arrived here.

Even after this singularity is repaired, she will disappear, and when she is summoned next time, she will most likely have no memory of this time.

But she did not regret the choice she made at this moment. Regardless of whether Yang Yuhuan and Van Gogh were enemies from outside the realm like Duanmu Ye, she would not draw her sword against them unless they showed any malice.

Their companions had clearly protected them and their Master not long ago, and now, because of such a tiny possibility, they were lumped together with that monster. Wasn't that a bit too heartless and ungrateful...

Compared to Yang Yuhuan and the other person, whose attention was not on Okita Souji from the beginning, they were not aware of Okita Souji's change of mind at this moment, nor did they need to be aware of it.

At this moment, looking at the strange creature formed by an almost familiar force, their eyes were more than once fixed on the human figure at the head that seemed to be the main body.

They had never seen such a person. Even if Duanmu Ye was disguised, Van Gogh could recognize him in the crowd at a glance, and Yang Yuhuan could tell the difference between each person at the first moment through the temperature and touch received by the body.

That person was not Duanmu Ye, but the power that made up that person's body came from the power that they were most familiar with and that Duanmu Ye used most often.

Yang Yuhuan, who still couldn't see Duanmu Ye, had a bad premonition. Her premonition was very accurate. Before she arrived at Mawei Slope, she had already felt some bad premonitions from the soldiers escorting herself and King Tang. The premonition was extremely strong, as if her whole body and internal organs were burned by flames. The smell of death filled her body and came from all directions.

This time, she also smelled the same smell, but she could not guarantee who the smell of death was sweeping towards, and who would be enveloped by such death.

At this moment, staring at the huge monster whose entire body could no longer be seen, its shape vaguely visible in the darkness, Yang Yuhuan heard a very heavy voice in her mind, repeatedly repeating one sentence...

"Sacrifice... and burn..."

Amidst such heavy murmurs, some fragments of images resurfaced in Yang Yuhuan's mind again and again. They were the old events that happened at Mawei Slope, a past that she had decided to forget.

At that time, she was hailed as the darling of an era, but in the end she was sacrificed to an era, burning everything of the Tang Dynasty... The people, civilization, order, and even the future of the Tang Dynasty were gradually burned after she was sacrificed to that era.

At this moment, she was also faced with a choice. The ending was right in front of her. She only needed to choose to throw herself into the arms of the fire once again, and everything here would come to an end.

"..."

The light in Yang Yuhuan's eyes flickered, and the flame that was gradually swallowed by the black shadow was gradually disappearing from her eyes. Even her pupils were gradually dimming as the flame disappeared.

She seemed to have made a decision...

"Take her away!"

She seemed to have said this more than once, but the person she was talking to seemed different each time.

Breaking free from the hands of the maid transformed from the spirit of fire, and falling to the sound of Van Gogh's call, Yang Yuhuan closed her eyes tightly, feeling the wind of free fall, wondering if it was the same as before.

Her mind gradually replayed what had happened in the past few hours, until it stopped at the first time she saw Duanmu Ye using such wind to kill Saber.

That was the first time she felt this unique wind. It was obviously very strange and twisted, but it made her feel inexplicably close to it. It seemed that it was because of this feeling that she chose to run away in such a panic.

But now she would no longer run away so childishly, because she knew that such wind would not hurt her...

The flame gradually condensed in the palm of Yang Yuhuan's hand. That was the ability she should have used, but she had always followed Duanmu Ye's words and did not use this special power.

But now, Duanmu Ye's life or death is uncertain, and she has no intention of asking about right or wrong...

"There are no martial arts secrets or old men waiting for you if you jump off a cliff here."

Suddenly, Yang Yuhuan, who was falling continuously, felt her body being dragged by some special touch. Her body, which was supposed to fall rapidly, paused for a moment and then began to move upwards.

The voice came in her ears, and Yang Yuhuan, who had already made preparations to make a desperate bet, suddenly opened her eyes. A familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of her, and gently lifted her up to fly.

"Duanmu! So you're not dead!"

"It's unlucky to bring this up right when you meet someone... Be careful it might come true."

The seemingly joking words made Yang Yuhuan cover her mouth with both hands. As she flew upwards, her long black hair fluttered in the wind. At this moment, Duanmu Ye's attention was completely focused on Hitler in front of him.

Since Hitler was the first to use the hole opened by Van Gogh to leave the interior of the Holy Grail, he was weaker than Hitler in that state in both volume and mass, and there was no possibility for him to get ahead.

Therefore, during the time he was away, he was waiting for Hitler's body to completely leave the infinite space of the Holy Grail, and only then did he leave through the hole before being completely blocked by Hitler.

As a result, the next second after leaving, he saw Yang Yuhuan falling from the air...

"That monster...what should we do now?"

Yang Yuhuan wanted to ask whether the monster was really created by Duanmu Ye, but she suppressed her curiosity and asked what to do now.

At this moment, Duanmu Ye was also thinking about how to get rid of Hitler after he got out while waiting.

In the Holy Grail space that has completely cut off connection with Yang Yuhuan, in the infinite space without any boundaries, he seems to have no way to get rid of the monster that is of the same origin as himself. He can only let it continue to expand until it develops into the new "evil of this world."

However, since Van Gogh opened the hole of the Holy Grail and left the space of the Holy Grail, he had a way to solve such troubles.

"Remember when you saw me fiddling with something by myself?"

When asked by Duanmu Ye, Yang Yuhuan thought for a moment and nodded.

She still remembered that Duanmu Ye was burning something with fire when she went downstairs.

"This is a monster created by an extension of my body. The method to deal with it is also very simple..."

Duanmu Ye's mouth corners rose slightly. Although that method was a bit abstract, it could undoubtedly completely solve the trouble here.

"I was able to control it within the ten seconds it separated from me. Next, I'm going to create a one-to-one clone of myself..."

Duanmu Ye paused and looked at Yang Yuhuan in his arms.

"When the time comes, I hope you will light him on fire, and with the intention of killing me, stuff everything you have into his body!"

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 63: Physical Split, Two Duanmu Leaves

The sound of the wind seemed to drown out all the surrounding sounds. If the surrounding scene was not moving rapidly downwards, Yang Yuhuan might have thought that she and Duanmu Ye were in a relatively static state at this moment.

However, she listened attentively to everything Duanmu Ye said and did not miss a single word because of the sound of the wind. There was a hint of shock in her eyes.

"A one-to-one clone? And then let me kill you..."

A voice that sounded like a murmur to herself, or a soft questioning, came out of Yang Yuhuan's red lips. At this moment, her expression no longer had the firmness and seriousness she had just had.

She can't do it...

She can inject all her abilities into another carrier, and she can also use all her strength to ignite an object or something.

But to do something like that with the intention of killing someone...

Especially since the target of this power is Duanmu Ye, whom she has completely regarded as a companion...

No matter what the reason was, she could not accept such behavior or herself for doing such a thing from a heart or spiritual level.

Yang Yuhuan closed her eyes again and shook her head continuously. At this moment, her body and mind were simultaneously denying everything Duanmu Ye said.

But soon, her constantly shaking head calmed down under the control of external force, and the feeling of someone pinching her face made her open her eyes cautiously.

Because this feeling was too unbelievable. Duanmu Ye's two hands were clearly hugging her from behind her back, and this sudden feeling of having her chin pinched was almost impossible...

Then a yellow, arm-like limb emerged from Duanmu Ye's shoulder, pinching her chin and fixing her head.

"!!!"

Witnessing this scene, Yang Yuhuan's eyes widened as if struck by lightning. Looking closely, the arm that had grabbed her chin seemed to be still surging outwards, as if it were crawling out from the tear between Duanmu Ye's shoulder blade and neck...

Anyone would faint without hesitation when faced with such a thing, but Yang Yuhuan was different. She opened her eyes wide and stared at the arm that grabbed her chin. The blood vessels in her muscles kept expanding and wriggling like living worms.

It wasn't because Yang Yuhuan, as a Servant, had a mental capacity far superior to that of an ordinary person, but because she had lost consciousness the moment she saw the scene due to shock. However, every time she regained consciousness, the first thing she saw was that arm, and she would lose consciousness again, and this cycle would repeat.

"Don't faint, we don't have much time left!"

Duanmu Ye felt somewhat helpless. Although he knew that it would be difficult for him to accept a scene in which an acquaintance suddenly appeared in front of him with three arms, even he would find it difficult to accept such a scene for a certain period of time.

However, Yang Yuhuan did not close her eyes before she fell into a coma. Duanmu Ye still felt a little sad that she had experienced waking up and recovering so many times in such a short period of time.

Is he a little too anxious?

But looking at Hitler who had completely filled the huge hole called "Imperial Capital" caused by the explosion of the Holy Grail, the bowl-shaped hole combined with Hitler's dark soft tissue looked like black mud that was about to overflow.

Although it wasn't black mud, it was something far more threatening and contagious than black mud...

In this era, there is almost no way to deal with the Cthulhu monster that is out of his control. The summer of 1945 cannot be compared with the winter of 1995 when "Cthulhu Mythos" existed. The latter can confine "Cthulhu Mythos" to that scope through the literary content that has been created. In this era without any restrictions, even he does not know to what extent this monster "created" by himself can develop.

Of course, even in this era where there is almost no way to deal with the Cthulhu monster, Duanmu Ye is not helpless. If he and Hitler had been stuck in the space of the Holy Grail, and were cut off from the outside world, especially from Yang Yuhuan, he might be truly helpless.