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

There was no hostility in Nüba's eyes, only admiration. She was not wary of the man in front of her and the two women beside him who were all descenders from outside the world. On the contrary, she and Duanmu Ye looked in the direction they came from at the same time.

The red "sun" appeared even larger than before. Even though it was blocked by the towering trees, one could still see its outline gradually emerging and becoming more and more conspicuous as time passed.

The light that engulfed Hitler did not stop just because it accomplished its goal. Whether it was the magic power that Hitler had absorbed before, or the magic power condensed from the desperate attack at that time, all became the "nutrients" at this moment, nourishing the blazing sun.

It is also because of this that the darkness that previously shrouded the entire island and even the surrounding oceans became the only illuminated area in the entire world when such a "sun" appeared, and became the focus of the whole world.

After all, the turmoil caused before was enough to make many countries with nuclear weapons focus their attention on this small island country. They even tried their best to obtain more intelligence about what happened on this island country, to confirm whether a certain country took the lead in launching a nuclear weapons attack, and to try to collect data that has never been put into actual combat since its development.

Of course, Hitler's sudden appearance interrupted their plan. The plan to sneak into the island country had to be cancelled because of this change. Then, within a few tens of seconds, another explosion even larger than the previous one was triggered from the center of the incident.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that they weren't so anxious to gather intelligence, but they also discovered a fact...

That is, unlike the previous explosion, the long-gathered fire cloud did not evaporate and dissipate. On the contrary, at this moment, the light that illuminated the world was still brewing something under the red fire cloud. Even ordinary people who knew little about mysticism and science could not help but feel a lingering fear when looking at this picture from afar.

Japan... is finished...

"So what do you want to do now? This is a good thing you did yourself. As you said, I am just a god watching the show, and I have no right to interfere."

Nüba smiled indifferently, withdrew her gaze and looked at Duanmu Ye beside her.

Beside him, Yang Yuhuan's eyes kept glancing in her direction, as if she had something on her mind that she couldn't tell. On the other side of him, the little orange-haired girl looked decadent and weak, as if she might faint at any moment, which made Nüba feel a little amused.

However, this question was limited to Duanmu Ye alone, and her gaze was naturally fixed on Duanmu Ye who was supported by the two women.

Duanmu Ye also withdrew his gaze from the still expanding red sun, and his already pale face became even more helpless.

He saw more clearly than anyone else present. In the ball of light that had produced some special reaction with all the magic power condensed by Hitler, countless small balls of light that were similar to the huge ball of light seen from the outside world were constantly fissioning. Their mass was comparable. For the strength of the human beings on the surface at that moment, any one of them could be said to be fatal.

It's not because it has any special settings, nor is it because it has any incredible mechanisms. The content written on it is not as diverse as that of "Cthulhu" and "Hastur", but just a short sentence like "capable of burning everything on the surface of the earth" is enough to make people helpless.

At this moment, having endured the impact of both the explosion and the fall, Duanmu Ye had already lost control of the power within his body. If he had successfully mastered the power after the split before, he might not be in such a state of disarray right now...

As long as there is no if, Duanmu Ye does not regret using all his strength to protect Van Gogh and Yang Yuhuan. Even though his body has returned to the level of an ordinary person except that it cannot be killed, the power of Hastur and Cthugya is even more chaotic and intertwined, and it is impossible to further separate such chaotic power.

To put it in a more understandable way, it means that the energy is disordered and the power is completely lost...

Duanmu Ye, who had been constantly cutting off his own arms in exchange for victory since entering the battlefield, felt somewhat helpless. Although it was largely because Ketugeya's power was not smooth, he had to switch back and forth to gain a chance of survival.

Fortunately, many things have been settled, but the final outcome has become a crucial problem.

Therefore, in response to Nüba's question, Duanmu Ye smiled helplessly and shook his head.

"What can I do? I'm Chinese..."

It was not because of the education he received before coming to this world that he had such a bad impression of this island or even the people on this island. Duanmu Ye could even say that in his era, the impression of Japan had been optimized in countless levels and aspects, so there were not so many extreme behaviors.

However, that was 2024, nearly a hundred years in the future. Duanmu Yeben did not have that much resentment and feelings towards this country and its people. He just wanted to resolve the issues here, then go back and honestly run the several shops he got from the Tohsaka family, and then stay honestly until 2016 to go to Snowfield City in the United States to participate in the Holy Grail War.

These were all derived from the original idea. When Duanmu Ye went to the underground of the Imperial Fourth Army's Magical Organization in order to search for the trace of Oda Nobunaga, he saw many young children from all over the world, piled up in huge closed houses like discarded garbage. Even the vast majority of them were children with very clear Asian faces. As expected, they had all been drained of blood and turned into countless mummies that were discarded at will and scattered all over the ground.

Such a scene made Duanmu Ye not allow the Demon King Nobunaga, who dominated all this, to have any chance of survival. Although his methods could be more extreme, he did not have a subjective habit of killing people, not to mention that at the moment of using this power, he did not like to carry out some twisted executions.

But precisely because of this, the power of Kthugya is constantly expanding here. Duanmu Ye, who created "Him", knows clearly that this "Kthugya" can only reach the level of swallowing up the island, and will not cause a world-class disaster.

Besides, in this parallel world, the absence of Japan will not trigger any special butterfly effect, right?

Duanmu Ye's indifferent attitude made Lan Lanfang, who was sitting on the ground on the other side, very unhappy. Her face, which was red in the firelight, was filled with uncontrollable anger.

"How could you do this!"

The sudden question came from Lan Lanfang's mouth. This scene made Duanmu Ye look in Lan Lanfang's direction in a daze and blinked.

But before Duanmu Ye could ask her if there was anything wrong, Lan Lanfang started questioning her again.

"Our people are waiting to break in here, how could you destroy this place!"

Lan Lanfang was very angry. She had been counting on using the intelligence she had collected with great difficulty to make the people of this country surrender voluntarily, or even to give her comrades who were still fighting for their lives on the mainland a chance to land on the island through such intelligence.

And now, this island is going to be destroyed before that?

Lan Lanfang would be the first one not to allow such a thing to happen!

"..."

Duanmu Ye fell into silence for a while. Even Yang Yuhuan, who opened her mouth to explain something for Lan Lanfang, could not help but close her mouth again and remained silent.

As if she noticed the silence at the moment, Lan Lanfang did not give up at all. She hugged the thighs of Nüba in front of her at the first moment. When she could hardly squeeze out a few tears, she pleaded in a wronged voice.

"Grandfather, you must demand an explanation for me! Our main force hasn't arrived yet, and we're all hoping to see how all these monsters can grow in this place someday!"

"..."

Nüba was also helpless. Just as Duanmu Ye said herself, immortals generally don't care about things, because those who interfere in other people's affairs privately have been treated as guilty people and exiled to this human world like her. There is no hope of ever being able to go back. After all, it has been thousands of years, and it doesn't seem possible.

but......

Who told her that she was a guilty person?

They have been suppressed for thousands of years, so a few thousand years won't make a difference. What's more, she still prefers the taste of the fireworks on earth to those days in heaven.

"I have a plan, would you like to try it?"

"Oh? You have a plan too?!"

Duanmu Ye's expression suddenly became interesting after hearing these words. After all, even he himself could not think of any way to stop this "Ktugeya" from continuing to fission.

Now that he possessed two sources of magic power, the fireball that was constantly expanding due to fission had already escaped his control. However, in the final analysis, the source of the power of the fireball was not him, Duanmu Ye, but the fire provided by Yang Yuhuan, and the content swallowed by such flames was the part that belonged to him.

Therefore, Duanmu Ye did not think that even after sorting out the complex forces in his body, he would be able to easily clean up this living flame that had begun to fission.

Even so, Duanmu Ye had to admit that after experiencing two consecutive nuclear explosions, Tokyo would basically have no human habitation. Even if there were some special magic barriers, there would be no possibility of survival.

"Come to think of it, when I was running away with her, I saw a seriously injured priest...but that's not important!"

Nüba seemed to be thinking about something, and then spoke again in great seriousness.

"As for you guys, I don't know what's going on, but judging from your condition, I guess there's nothing you can count on."

The sudden disparagement made Duanmu Ye feel a little embarrassed for a moment, but he could not deny that what Nüba said at this moment was a fact that could not be ignored.

Therefore, knowing full well the state of his body, Duanmu Ye chose to remain silent, and Nüba, who was exactly what he wanted, chuckled.

"Don't worry, isn't she still here?"

After saying that, Nüba shifted her gaze from Duanmu Ye to Yang Yuhuan beside him, and Yang Yuhuan, who was locked in by three pairs of gazes, cried out in surprise.

"Ah I?"

"Yes, that substance that looks like the sun is derived from your mana. But as long as your mana is no longer yours, its existence will naturally lose its greatest source of power."

Nüba paused, the smile on her lips almost unable to be suppressed, but she was a professional immortal...

"So, as long as you are willing to take out your spirit core and put it in that little guy's chest, the crisis here will be resolved!"

"Just the spirit core will do?"

Yang Yuhuan frowned and asked, but Duanmu Ye, who wanted to interrupt her, swallowed his words.

Nüba nodded.

"We only want the spirit core, and the price is that you die and they live."

"Hey! I know what you're going to say, but I never said from the beginning that solving that problem doesn't require a price. As long as she dies, you can continue to live. Living as long as you want is no problem. Isn't this a good deal?"

From the very beginning, severe tinnitus surrounded Yang Yuhuan's ears, making it difficult for her to hear any communication around her.

The hazy vision and hearing gave her a sense of déjà vu about the scene before her. She didn't react at first, but after hearing these words, her vision and memory instantly overlapped.

Duanmu Ye, whose speech was interrupted, wanted to speak, but his mouth seemed to be covered by someone and he could not make any response. He could only see Nüba put her finger on her lips and smiled. His resistance seemed insignificant in front of her.

"Well, time waits for no one."

"I am willing!"

Yang Yuhuan walked out, even forgetting that she was still holding Duanmu Ye. Van Gogh, who had fainted on the other side, was suddenly awakened by the sudden pressure. He looked around in confusion, but no one could answer her.

Yang Yuhuan's move forward was different from the past. This moment, full of a sense of déjà vu, was different from the previous times when she was forced to do what she wanted. This time, she was willing...

Nüba said nothing, but just chuckled and stretched out her hand to the chest of Yang Yuhuan who was walking towards her. A dark yellow light flickered on her five fingers.

But just as this hand was about to touch Yang Yuhuan's chest, another hand grabbed Nüba's slender but powerful arm.

"I reject!"

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 68: Yang Yuhuan’s Self-Sacrifice?

The weakness did not disappear without a trace as he took a step forward at this moment. If that soft palm had not held Nüba's arm tightly, it might have lost its support and fallen forward along with the body.

At this moment, Duanmu Ye's body couldn't help but tremble. Even though he had tried his best to curb this feeling, it was still difficult for Duanmu Ye to endure it easily.

No, absolutely not!

No matter what the reason was, why did he make Yang Yuhuan, whom he had saved with great difficulty, become a sacrifice for his own survival? Doesn't this just reveal his selfishness and failure?

He was indeed very afraid of death. Any factor that might cause his death at some point made him shudder, especially the thought of becoming a monster that was neither human nor ghost, a monster with a twisted mind and body, which made him feel that life was worse than death.

However, it was obvious that he had survived. Both Van Gogh and Yang Yuhuan had survived to the end of this turbulent Holy Grail War. Even though they did not obtain the Holy Grail in the end, they solved all the troubles here together and escaped successfully.

They had already succeeded, but now, because of the people on this island, because of some selfish desires that were completely unfounded, they were going to let Yang Yuhuan sacrifice her life...

"Even if this island is gone, we won't die, and there's no chance that she'll die and we'll survive!"

Duanmu Ye spoke in a deep voice. Every word he said at this moment put more strain on his body. The vocal cords that were trembling along with his internal organs made Duanmu Ye's vision more hazy.

"That's right! Duanmu is very powerful. As long as he returns home and opens the door, we will head to the next place!"

After Duanmu Ye finished speaking, Van Gogh, who was also trying hard to hold on despite feeling weak and dizzy, also spoke. Although she and Lan Lanfang could only sit on the ground and could not move due to physical reasons, there was a hint of anger in their eyes when they looked at each other.

Yang Yuhuan didn't say anything. Her pupils trembled slightly at this moment. She wanted to say something but couldn't open her mouth. But when she saw Nüba's expression, she got the answer immediately.

is her!

"Really? If I'm not mistaken, the house you live in should still be on the edge of the imperial capital, right? Look at that sun. Does it look like it will leave a mark on your house? Or does your house have some ability to ignore such a mark?"

Nüba's words made Van Gogh want to refute, but he was speechless in an instant.

It was indeed possible that the house could withstand two explosions, but that was something she could only do when she was a Servant. Even though she had some of those abilities now, she was no longer a Servant like before, but rather an ordinary girl with power granted by the gods...

Van Gogh, who was about to make some excuses, suddenly became dejected. Looking back at the direction he came from, he found that their house had been reduced to ashes in the explosion. Even if the explosion caused by the first detonation of the Holy Grail did not affect the residential area on the edge of the imperial capital, the ever-expanding "sun" at this moment would probably have swallowed up that area long ago.

In other words, their house had been turned into the same dust as the dust they had been fiddling with in the two explosions just now, and disappeared without any suspense in the passage of time.

That kind of thing...

Van Gogh looked as if he wanted to cry but had no tears, while Duanmu Ye still frowned and looked at Nüba beside him, and spoke calmly.

"You knew this all along?"

"I was once a humble immortal or god. Even if I made a mistake and was demoted to the mortal world, it wouldn't change that fact, right?"

There was a hint of teasing on Nüba's face, as if she had found a fun toy and couldn't help but want to tease it, which made Duanmu Ye feel extremely uncomfortable.

But soon, Nüba burst into laughter, then withdrew her hand and burst into laughter.

"Look at how nervous you are. It's just a matter of sacrificing a woman, but why are you so hostile? We should have met each other a long time ago. Didn't you realize that I was just pretending?"

Nüba's laughter formed a stark contrast to the surrounding silence. Even the continuous vibrations coming from afar did not interrupt the laughter.

Duanmu Ye's body was still standing upright, and he did not fall down as expected after losing Nüba's arm as a support.

Despite this, Duanmu Ye was still unable to take any action and just looked at Nüba in front of him coldly.

"I don't care which one is your true appearance. I only care whether this island still needs to exist!"

Duanmu Ye turned his gaze to Lan Lanfang on the other side. These words were not only a response to Nüba, but more of a question to Lan Lanfang who had just said those words.

Because they want a large army to land on the island, they have to sacrifice Yang Yuhuan in exchange for the continued existence of the island?

Duanmu Ye would not allow such a thing to happen. Even if he could never return to the original time and space, he would not easily abandon a companion who had been through life and death with him.

"you you......"

Lan Lanfang couldn't think of anything to say to justify her impulsive behavior. Although that was indeed what most people thought, and Yang Yuhuan was, after all, a historical figure who had long since died...

But she seemed to have forgotten that Yang Yuhuan was not just a familiar summoned by the Holy Grail. Just like her teacher Li Shuwen, she was also a very important companion to Duanmu Ye...

Therefore, under such questioning, Lan Lanfang lowered her head, a feeling of shame arose from the bottom of her heart, and she wished she could bury her head in the ground.

"If I tell you that this island is gone, you really won't be able to leave. Do you believe me?"

Nuba's words again made Duanmu Ye's hostile eyes instantly clear. It was not that he believed Nuba's words, but precisely because he did not believe them, he fell into a little confusion at this moment.

Is there any special connection between the two?

As if she saw Duanmu Ye's doubt, Nüba spoke slowly.