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

At this moment, the Sixth Heavenly Demon King, Oda Nobunaga, was showing his might, and it was the perfect time to raise the slogan of exile. Almost everyone who gathered here to watch the excitement witnessed that those guns that looked very ancient could do things that modern guns could not do.

"It's a pity that you won't see that day."

Suddenly, a sentence broke the united encouragement. The general who was standing on the tank and giving a passionate speech with a loudspeaker was about to speak again just a few seconds after he finished speaking when this discordant sound first entered his ears.

Immediately, the general's head disappeared from his neck like a burst of fireworks. The sound of gunfire was almost drowned out by the voices of the crowd and did not become the culprit for their immediate defense.

The death of a general happened in full view of the public. Even though everyone's attention was focused on the bombardment of the Sixth Heavenly Demon King, Oda Nobunaga, such a scene was also visible.

"Really? I was planning to eliminate them one by one, but I didn't expect to run into the mastermind right from the start. How can I, Lan Lanfang, be absent from such a task as fighting the Japanese devils?!"

The girl holding the Hanyang rifle emerged from the crowded crowd. No one knew how her shot had just hit the general standing on the tank from such a crowded crowd, but she soon became a prey on the soldiers' chopping board after she walked out of the crowd.

Lan Lanfang, who was blocked by countless semi-automatic rifles, had a frozen expression on her face. As she slowly stood up from the ground, she raised her hands above her head with a slight embarrassment.

She looked a little embarrassed and apologetic, then shrank her neck weakly and shouted to the sky.

"Teacher! Come and save me!"

In an instant, a long spear fell from the sky, piercing the head of the non-commissioned officer standing in front of Lan Lanfang, nailing him to the ground, where he stood upright.

All the soldiers around him turned their eyes in his direction. Lan Lanfang, who was ignored, pointed his pistol at the people in front of him and pulled the trigger.

But there is a limit to what a pistol can do. Before the soldiers could react, the old man who fell from the sky easily stepped on the two of them as he pulled the trigger of his rifle towards Lan Lanfang. In an instant, the ground was dyed red with blood and white soft tissue. The old man's fist also accurately hit the chins of the rifles surrounding Lan Lanfang while knocking them away.

Without any suspense, the team of more than a dozen people was beaten to pieces in an instant. The sound of dislocated necks was enough to prove that those who were hit on the chin had lost any chance of survival.

All this was thanks to the man who stood in a pool of blood, put away his stance, pulled out the spear that was stuck in the officer's body in front of everyone's eyes, shook off the blood on the red tassel, and slowly walked forward.

"It seems... you really have caused me quite a bit of trouble."

Li Shuwen murmured, his face showing unusual excitement. He had never thought about being able to fight with heroes from other eras, but at this moment, it was happening before his eyes in an extremely real way.

Lan Lanfang giggled, then leaned close to Li Shuwen's ear and whispered, "Teacher, the guy who was bombed by Archer seems to be Chinese. I just heard the girl say something in Chinese..."

Hearing this answer, Li Shuwen frowned slightly, then nodded gently.

"Since you are my colleague in the fight against the Japanese invaders, I have no choice but to help..."

"Really, Teacher, why are you trying to imitate Sister Ba's way of speaking? It sounds so old-fashioned... like someone who lived thousands of years ago..."

Lan Lanfang complained quietly, but she didn't have any special thoughts. She was just annoyed that a modern person was imitating the way ancient people spoke.

What about anti-Japanese war, Japanese pirates, and Japanese devils? These names are obviously good and convenient...

Oda Nobunaga was naturally aware of the death of a general, but she did not care at all, because at this moment she was clearly aware of one thing, that is, her own treasure, the bullets fired by the three thousand muskets had no effect.

They definitely hit their targets, and it can even be said that they completely released all their strength to exert their abilities of "against mystery" and "against divinity".

This Noble Phantasm should have been very effective, but at this moment, it had no effect at all...

No, it does have an effect. Oda Nobunaga is clearly aware of this. The suppressing effect of his treasure [Three Thousand Worlds] far exceeds the damage. What will happen if he stops attacking?

At the moment she was thinking, a fist wrapped in flames appeared before her eyes...

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 18: Protective Armor or Limiter?

There are always loopholes in thinking. Even when becoming a Heroic Spirit or a Servant, there will still be a moment of hesitation.

Just like the dilemma of having to have your cake and eat it too, even after becoming a Heroic Spirit and ascending as a human, Oda Nobunaga still had some doubts and hesitations about why his Noble Phantasm could not cause any substantial damage to it.

There was actually no need for her to think about this kind of question, because the other party was a monster, a monster that could not be easily described in words, and naturally could not be judged by common sense.

However, Oda Nobunaga knew clearly that among the culprits who were summoned here by the Holy Grail and caused the circular train to overturn and even burn under his nose, there was a human girl.

If there were no problems, that indescribable monster was most likely one of the Servants attracted by the Holy Grail. As for its job... she hadn't confirmed it, but it was probably some monster created by Caster.

Among the few Servants and Masters whose information was not recorded by the Army's Fourth Magical Organization, Caster, who was summoned very early but had no clue or record, was the most likely to overlap with these two guys.

Therefore, as a soldier, Oda Nobunaga couldn't help but think about whether the girl was Caster's true self, or whether the guy who looked like Berserker was Caster's main body or a creation...

However, it was precisely because of this slight hesitation when thinking about such a question, the most important intelligence issue in this war, that she had a slight gap in her attention to the battlefield that seemed to be dominated by her and suppressed by her unmatched attack frequency.

In a very short period of time, the experienced Oda Nobunaga naturally realized why the flaming fist that appeared before him was able to penetrate the defense line he had set up and break through the attack range of the three thousand arquebuses brought by his treasure.

But... in that case, wouldn't the girl be completely exposed to the attack?

He didn't have a chance to think. The flaming fist reached his face in just a split second, knocking him out of the Three Thousand Worlds' Noble Phantasm. He even had to rely on crashing into the walls of several houses to barely stabilize his body as he was knocked back, and was buried under the bricks and stones.

However, Duanmu Ye did not give her any respite. The ruins that were originally buried in smoke and dust due to collapse exploded again before they could completely bury the stabilized figure. Countless bricks and stones of the walls were scattered again like exploding fireworks. Among them, the black and red figure that was pushed out in full view of everyone was the much-anticipated Oda Nobunaga.

"Wow! That Servant did a great job, actually being able to beat Archer who had occupied this place for so long like that!"

Lan Lanfang shielded the scorching light from the sky with her hands. While looking up, she kept marveling at how Archer, the demon known as the "most powerful" in underground intelligence, was unilaterally suppressed by the Servant who was also summoned by a Chinese.

"Girl, if you focus on Peter at this time, you will suffer a great loss..."

The silver tip of the gun pierced the bullet shot at Lan Lanfang with incredible precision. Even at the moment when it intercepted the bullet in front of Lan Lanfang, it swept away all the bullets shot from all directions at an unimaginable speed.

For Li Shuwen, using a gun to stop bullets was something he would never have been able to do in his lifetime. No matter how excellent his martial arts attainments were, he could not have intercepted the bullets so easily with the spear in his hand.

At this moment, while speaking, the gun shot out like a dragon. Li Shuwen couldn't help but sigh that he seemed to have an inexplicable local bonus here. If not, how could he do things so easily that he couldn't do in his lifetime?

"Hey, isn't this you, teacher~"

Lan Lanfang giggled and bent down to avoid the bayonet. At the same time, the Hanyang imitation box gun pistol in her hand swung past in front of her at the moment she bent down. The bullets fired all hit the targets according to their own trajectory.

But soon, Lan Lanfang's expression froze on her face, and the sparks flying in front of her eyes were the sound of the crushed bullet casing falling to the ground.

"Oh ho..."

The man who suddenly appeared cut the fired bullets just like Li Shuwen, but the weapon hanging down from his body was not a spear, but the most representative sword of this land.

On the sword that reflected a hint of hell in the firelight, there was a man with messy hair, and in the scarlet eyes that appeared from it, there was a desire for blood and killing.

"I can't squeeze in to see the fight between those two monsters, but if it were you... I'd be very interested..."

"This aura... is it Assassin?!"

The moment Li Shuwen sensed a bloody smell, he withdrew from the endless army's momentum. Protecting Lan Lanfang behind him, he stared at the hanging sword with a burning look in his eyes.

He could feel that the knife was stained with blood. As a warrior, he could not deal with it casually like he did with the Japanese. He could not casually explore what abilities he could have at the moment.

As a Servant who had not yet died, Li Shuwen was actually not very clear about why he became a Servant and participated in this Holy Grail War. He came here completely passively and accepted this war only after actively looking for an opponent worthy of a full-scale battle.

At this moment, the opponent he was pursuing was right in front of him. However, Li Shuwen had not yet fully understood what he was capable of doing, so how could he face such an unknown enemy so quickly...

This feeling......

This feeling......

Li Shuwen's face gradually revealed the madness of a martial arts fanatic. The spear, which was also stained with blood, was now making a constant buzzing sound. It was really shaking and jumping with joy. What was about to happen...

"Girl, can you handle those guys by yourself?"

Li Shuwen murmured, but Lan Lanfang immediately showed a confident smile.

"As long as those tanks don't intend to attack, and are only dealing with these little devils, don't underestimate me, teacher. I have also studied your martial arts seriously!"

In response to this, Li Shuwen completely faced the Assassin standing in front of him. He also slowly stepped forward, ignoring the soldiers who kept running past him. He silently divided the surrounding area into two parts, forming an arena for a one-on-one confrontation with the Assassin.

This seemed to come from some kind of skill of his own. Li Shuwen was very satisfied with it, but on the contrary, Assassin's face showed a little surprise.

Expert...

A top-notch expert...

Okada Izo had never seen a master with such a field and such an aura in his time. The only ones who were worthy of his attention were those in the Shinsengumi and Sakamoto Ryoma, who had some relationship with him.

However, they are all gone now, and there are too few so-called "strong men" in this era. He killed for a long time but was not satisfied. He saw that an unimaginable disaster had happened in this place, so after observing the crowd for a long time, he found the guy with a gun in front of him as his opponent.

He, Okada Izo...just likes to kill these masters!

"I am Renzhan Yizang. Tell me your name, old man. I have slain hundreds of powerful men with my sword. You deserve to be remembered!"

Okada Izo laughed wildly and even revealed his real name in a rather conceited tone.

In his opinion, the old man in front of him was not only much shorter than himself, but also much older. Even though he possessed the refined energy of a martial artist and possessed an aura that made him feel astonished, Okada Izo still did not believe that the gun of the old man in front of him could be faster than his sword.

However, in the face of such sarcastic questions, Li Shuwen waved the spear in his hand, then grasped the butt of the spear with both hands, and even used the stance that only Bajiquan could adopt, holding the Liuhe spear in his hand completely in a slightly upward horizontal position.

"You will know after I kill you!"

...

......

"You're clearly in human form, but you're not vulnerable to bullets. Is it because they can't penetrate the flames on your body, or is it because of your armor?"

There was an extremely obvious mark on Oda Nobunaga's face, but she seemed to be unaware of it. After being knocked away again, she chose to keep some distance, and before the opponent's next attack touched her, she aimed the two guns in her hands in the direction of Duanmu Ye's attack.

As expected, the black hard shell touched the muzzle, but this time, the high temperature of the flame did not melt it...

Duanmu Ye remained silent and did not respond, but the scene of absorbing the flames spreading from his body and filling the muzzle of the gun seemed to have been brewing for a long time.

At this moment, the corners of Oda Nobunaga's mouth gradually rose, with a hint of evil charm and a hint of arrogance.

"It seems that you haven't heard of my deeds. Who do you think you are, playing with fire in front of this Sixth Heavenly Demon King?!"

The absorbed flames gathered into a fire bomb and were fired at the moment the words fell, blasting Duanmu Ye, who was originally rushing towards Oda Nobunaga, away. He disappeared in the direction he came from and disappeared in the flames.

But even Oda Nobunaga, who had successfully counterattacked for the first time, could not show any smile at this moment, because at this moment she suddenly found that the double guns in her hands had exploded...

"..."

Oda Nobunaga fell silent, although she knew that the musket she owned was actually a product of hundreds of years ago, and the explosion of the barrel was ultimately a defect of the times.

However, the explosion of the barrel was not a 100% possibility. Even when she was alive, she controlled the most outstanding and sophisticated firearms unit in the entire Warring States Period, and the muskets she possessed were naturally the best versions of the era.

Endowed with the most specialized "anti-mystery" special attack, that unknown creature that no one can contend with undoubtedly possesses all the "mystery". Under such a close-range attack, it can indeed cause the most substantial damage to him.

Even at the moment when the fire bomb condensed from the flames on that guy's body was launched, Oda Nobunaga could clearly feel the sound of something shattering.

At this moment, Duanmu Ye, who stood up from the flames, also heard such a sound. Something on his body was breaking and something on his body was falling.

He looked down and saw that the black armor-like charred material covering his body had been shattered to a considerable extent because of the attack from Oda Nobunaga just now.

Duanmu Ye wanted to use his hands to put the fallen fragments back on his body. At this moment, he no longer cared whether Yang Yuhuan had attracted Oda Nobunaga's attention. He used fire escape to leave that place as soon as possible.

It is like returning to the house first. At this moment, can I return to the house smoothly, contact Van Gogh, and then let Van Gogh contact me.

Before this moment came, his mind was always filled with irrelevant questions such as "Is Van Gogh okay?" and "Did Yang Yuhuan return home safely?" As for those things that required him to burn his memories or thoughts, or even things that made him entangled, he did not forget them.

Because he had enough thoughts in his head, he used the ability of "The Nobleman of the Wind" to gain enough inspiration for himself in the field that looked like a painting of hell at the moment, and consumed the pollution from the outer gods, which made Duanmu Ye feel that a negative was a positive.

But it was different now. He could feel that these charred layers that seemed to maintain his human form had some other functions. If he were to completely disappear, perhaps something horrible and uncontrollable would happen.

However, the part that was hit by his own power was like a wall that had been drilled through. The moment it was subjected to unbearable external force, it completely collapsed.

The moment he raised his hand, all the charred matter on his body fell off completely. A ball of fire, a ball of fire without a clear human shape, just stood there, stuck in Oda Nobunaga's eyes, out of tune with the surrounding flames...

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Today's update: I'm a bit nauseous from the Chinese medicine I took, and I've been feeling extremely uncomfortable (in every way) these past two days...

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 19: Yang Yuhuan's Determination

The silent house was pitch black. If Yang Yuhuan had not been able to see the tables, chairs and layout around her clearly through the little sparks she summoned, she might have thought that her escape had failed.

"How is he...?"

Yang Yuhuan turned around and looked at the yellow door.

Was it like this there before?

At this moment, Yang Yuhuan, who had returned to the house with the help of fire escape, was a little confused and flustered. She could keenly feel that the house had undergone some changes after her return. Although there were no windows open around her, the faint cold wind that kept blowing seemed to be driving her away, telling her that she was not welcome back here.

The room, which could be illuminated by the summoned flame, was still so dim at this moment that it was almost impossible to see any path clearly. At this moment, some rustling sounds kept whispering in Yang Yuhuan's ears.

The girl's body trembled violently a few times. She couldn't tell what the sounds that appeared in her ears were. She had heard those inhuman voices more than once. Although she didn't understand them very well, when they were integrated into the music, people would always express different emotions.

But now is not the time to play music. Yang Yuhuan has no mood to pick up the pipa, let alone use these sounds as inspiration and incorporate them into the music score to create her own work.

I was rescued...

Yang Yuhuan was very clear about this reality, because in her eyes, she was the culprit who caused her to be teleported there, and Duanmu Ye was the one implicated by her.

It was obvious that he did nothing, and I was the one who wanted to escape...but he was implicated by me, and I was the first one to escape from the "battlefield" under his cover.

This feeling was something Yang Yuhuan had never experienced before. All the education she received, even the ending, showed her that as a woman by the emperor's side, a woman favored by God, she should bear things that ordinary people could not bear.

The sins and evils that brought about the destruction of "Tang" were still deeply imprinted in her body. Even if she had never mentioned it, even if she had never spoken about it, even if she had never recalled it, such a truth would always reveal itself inadvertently, just like at this moment.

She should have been sacrificed, but now she was able to return here intact. It was just like some rumors that Yang Yuhuan did not die at Mawei Slope, but was replaced by a maid who looked very similar to her, and she was secretly escorted to Japan by Emperor Li Shimin of Tang...