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

Lan Lanfang stuck her head out in confusion and looked at the imperial capital which was filled with smoke but without flames and high temperatures. Everything was so quiet and beautiful.

If we were to ask who in the entire imperial capital looks down upon the people of this place the most, Lan Lanfang would be second to none!

Therefore, when she glanced at the charred bodies of the Japanese army soldiers who were rushing over and were burned by the flames, if Li Shuwen had not been beside her and constantly reminded her to speak in a low voice and be quiet, she would have stood up and applauded.

"Girl, did you hear me?"

Li Shuwen lowered his voice and looked solemn.

Lan Lanfang tilted her head slightly, as if lost in thought.

"Is it a pipa? By the way, there seemed to be the sound of a flute just now..."

The atmosphere fell into silence at this moment, and the sound of the pipa rang out again, and everything around seemed to have changed slightly again.

A drop of rain quietly fell on Lan Lanfang's face. When she looked up at the sky, the rain began to fall from the sky, trembling with the sound of the piano coming from the rain.

"This isn't ordinary rain, that girl is a Servant!"

Li Shuwen had a serious look on his face. He possessed a "circle of mind" that had been refined to the extreme. He could clearly sense the changes happening around him, and changes in the distance could also be detected through such perception.

Li Shuwen, who had almost seen the entire battlefield after the flames were extinguished, found it difficult to speak. He couldn't tell whether the man who was restraining the Archer with something that looked like a blade was the Servant, or the woman who was playing something was the Servant.

There was no doubt that both of them exuded almost the same aura. Although it was possible that they were two Servant in one, Li Shuwen had no impression that any single character could match the characteristics they displayed.

But there is one thing that Li Shuwen, as an elderly man, can almost be sure of.

"That girl played..."

Li Shuwen suddenly stopped talking, which made Lan Lanfang, who couldn't see the whole picture, want to watch the show.

"What is it? What is it?!"

There was a hint of strange emotion in Li Shuwen's eyes. The raindrops falling from the sky were also distorted and isolated at this moment. The "Qi" forged by the Chinese martial arts that had reached perfection distorted the surrounding space and environment, just like it had isolated the flames before, and now isolated all the raindrops falling from the sky.

"It's Guangling San...that girl, no...that Servant, maybe it's Yang Guifei!"

At the same time, Yang Yuhuan, who was also feeling the rain falling from the sky, knew very well that this was Duanmu Ye's work.

As if with some unimaginable tacit understanding, Yang Yuhuan, holding the pipa in her arms and half her face hidden, suddenly changed the tune. The falling raindrops were like countless tiny needles, attacking the entangled Oda Nobunaga...

Biwa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 24: Facing the Price of "Living Flame" and Oda Nobunaga's "Exit"

The ability to control the weather is not a problem for ordinary magicians in the Age of Gods. However, at this moment, such a thing happened right before Oda Nobunaga's eyes, making her unable to tell whether the rain in front of her came from that man or that woman.

The pipa music around her was a piece of music she had never heard before. Although she had done a lot of research on vocal music, there was no doubt that she could clearly understand some of the meanings in it.

The attack from the man reflected all her actions. Even though the Gatling gun in her hand could exert considerable power both in long-range and close combat, facing those blade-sharp tentacles that seemed to be formed by the skin of the body, her Gatling gun with high damage seemed to have lost all its strength and means. She could only use it as a shield to protect herself and maintain her body shape with difficulty.

At this moment, as the woman played the music, the raindrops falling from the sky seemed to come alive, constantly hitting Nobunaga Oda while she was dodging, using an extremely tricky path that was almost impossible for ordinary people to avoid, and penetrating her whole body.

Then, the burning started from within...

How can this be?

How could such a thing happen!

Oda Nobunaga couldn't understand. Whether the opponent had just created a wind wall to block all the bullets he fired, or had just predicted his own prediction, these were things that could be analyzed with normal human thinking.

However, controlling the weather, guiding the rain, and even making it appear as if it were water, would cause a constant burning sensation in the body the moment it penetrated the body.

Aren't these two fire-attribute Servants? Even a magician from the Age of Gods would at least have to set up an altar to pray for rain if they wanted to control the rain, right?!

At this moment, Oda Nobunaga gritted his teeth, the burning sensation inside his body was getting worse all the time, even his magic power reserves, which he was proud of, were quietly consumed over time under the burning of such flames.

It seemed as if everything was telling her that if she relied solely on such strength, she would never be able to defeat Caster in front of her. She might even be defeated in such a war of attrition before long.

That kind of thing...

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

As the first Servant summoned here early on, the resource controlled by Oda Nobunaga was the entire island, a strategic resource known as the "Japanese Empire."

Modern guns and cannons could not cause any substantial damage to Servants. Only Servants could deal with Servants. And through her connection with the Holy Grail, she always realized that the summoned Servants were restricted by her and there was absolutely no possibility of them defeating her.

Oda Nobunaga ordered a thorough investigation of the train incident almost to demonstrate his strength and majesty, but he never imagined that he would be defeated in his first battle.

How could she lose... How could she lose!

She is the dignified Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, Oda Nobunaga, who vowed to rule the world again and bring all the territories at home and abroad under her command!

"What is your origin, you damn Servant? Since you are a magician from the Age of Gods, then just die quietly, you bastard!"

Oda Nobunaga shouted, and the Demon King Gatling Cannon in his hand continued to emit flames. He tried to use the cannonballs to blast away the blade tentacles attacking him and to evaporate the raindrops falling on him.

From Oda Nobunaga's perspective at this moment, the Servant who was controlling the wind and rain must be a magician from the Age of Gods, the Caster she had guessed.

But if that were true, then the special attack against the mystery launched against him and her should have been even more effective.

But the fact is, the "Sixth Heaven Demon King Mara" that she unleashed, this treasure of destroying gods and killing Buddhas that was transformed from the cruel and brutal act of burning Mount Hiei during her lifetime and the scorching hell that was embodied by the awe and fear of the people in later generations towards her, did not cause any observable harm or restriction to him or her.

This kind of thing made Oda Nobunaga doubt for a time whether the identity of the person in front of him really came from the Age of Gods, an era full of unknowns and mysteries. However, the rain they summoned made Oda Nobunaga confirm his guess.

It is precisely because of this that she is so excited and angry at this moment.

Obviously, everything the other party did was within his control, but the reality was completely the opposite. They were not affected by the corpse of the Sixth Heavenly Demon King behind him, which symbolized the unfolding of the Noble Phantasm field. On the contrary, the other party seemed to be taking advantage of this, making him always remain careless towards them.

It is obvious that in this space, a Heroic Spirit or Servant with high divinity will find it difficult to maintain its existence. Although it is just a little hot for a Heroic Spirit without divinity, the Servant in front of him should be mysterious no matter how he looks at it.

It was too late to realize this at this moment. The wind wall behind him still existed. The only thing that could be used as a breakthrough point was the man in front of him, and...

Oda Nobunaga's gaze was instantly fixed on Yang Yuhuan behind Duanmu Ye, but the next moment, his vision was blocked by a ball of fire.

It was a ball of pure flame that could almost be ignored, but in the eyes of Oda Nobunaga, who already had resistance to fire, such flames caused her a much more direct fear than the raging flames she had just faced.

"Oh? Looks like you saw it too."

Duanmu Ye smiled indifferently, and even slowed down his attack to block Oda Nobunaga at this moment.

When trying to use what might be his only chance to change the weather, Duanmu Ye did not choose to change it to dryness and heat that would be more suitable for his current situation, or even more suitable for Yang Yuhuan's ability. Instead, he chose rain and cold wind, which were the opposite of the weather, to suppress the restlessness in his body and the karma fire barrier released by the corpse of Oda Nobunaga, the Sixth Heaven Demon King.

Both this rain and Oda Nobunaga's Sixth Heavenly Demonic Phantasm are invisible barriers. The scorched earth around her represents her, while the rain falling from the sky symbolizes him.

The contact and conflict between the two stirred up bursts of rustling mist on the surface. Not only was a fight taking place on the battlefield between the three people, but there was also an invisible fight on this almost charred land.

Duanmu Ye did not stop on a whim to let Oda Nobunaga go, but he knew clearly what the consequences would be if he went to see Yang Yuhuan at this time.

That ball of pure flame did not come from him, Duanmu Ye, but from Yang Yuhuan who was playing the music. It was the part of her that belonged to Ketuguya that rejected the prying eyes of Oda Nobunaga.

There was no further attack. In fact, the moment she heard the scream, Yang Yuhuan stopped playing the pipa.

The sound of the piano strings moved Yang Yuhuan's heart again as she looked at Oda Nobunaga, who seemed to have covered his eyes like Van Gogh.

Is she...really a monster?

This question popped up in her mind more than once. Ever since she first came here, she had been losing her memories frequently, and frequently appearing in scenes that were different from when her memories ended...

From that time on, Yang Yuhuan began to worry about whether she was really possessed by some power that she could not perceive, and what she had done during the period when she lost her memory that made others very afraid of her.

Otherwise, why would Duanmu Ye use such a precious command spell on himself at that time, and why would Van Gogh look at him with such eyes at that time?

Thinking of this, what happened since coming here came into view again. At this moment, Oda Nobunaga's action of covering his eyes was not the same thing that Van Gogh had experienced when he looked into his eyes before?

At this moment, the image Yang Yuhuan saw, covering her eyes and retreating in pain, was no longer Oda Nobunaga, but Van Gogh, the image she had tried so hard to escape from at that time...

Yang Yuhuan couldn't help but repeatedly ask herself in her heart, is this "monster (Duanmu Ye)" that she initially despised and feared not actually herself, this "monster" who always brings trouble to those she cares about, or is it something even more terrifying...

"Really... Can you really just leave her alone?"

Yang Yuhuan spoke weakly. Even though she had seen too many maids die tragically, "Van Gogh" was different from them. In Yang Yuhuan's eyes, she was the only girl who could talk to her since she came here. Although it was a little inappropriate to compare her to her maid, Yang Yuhuan had already regarded her as an inseparable part of her life.

Duanmu Ye certainly knew that the picture Yang Yuhuan saw was different from his own, probably because the other person's whole body was similar to the picture Van Gogh had encountered before, so that in Yang Yuhuan's eyes, the figures of Oda Nobunaga at this moment and Van Gogh before overlapped together.

In response to this, Duanmu Ye shook his head. He did not choose to control the wind to make the flames attached to Oda Nobunaga more vigorous, nor did he choose to use his skin as an extension of his body to cause some physical damage to Oda Nobunaga.

The flames of Cthugha will never be extinguished unless the root cause is resolved. The concept of being able to burn everything on the surface of the earth cannot be achieved by relying on the so-called temperature.

Duanmu Ye was very clear about this, so he was a little surprised that Oda Nobunaga was able to resist such flames one after another from himself and Yang Yuhuan.

Could this also be due to the Holy Grail?

Duanmu Ye did not think that a cup made of a human being was so powerful. Instead of blaming the source of everything on the Holy Grail, the "universal wish-making machine", it would be better to say that Oda Nobunaga had the experience of burning others with fire during his lifetime, so she had a slightly higher fire resistance.

As Yang Yuhuan's flames ignited from the outside, the flames that had originally remained in Oda Nobunaga's body also responded to the flames outside in an instant, as if they had self-awareness, constantly gathering and spreading to Oda Nobunaga's entire body.

The already tattered clothes became even more exposed under the burning flames, but before he had a chance to observe carefully, the skin and flesh were eroded from both inside and outside by the flames and gradually turned into the charred shell that Duanmu Ye was very familiar with.

"It's useless. The Flame Spirit won't stop devouring it. Besides..."

Duanmu Ye's expression did not change at all. His cold gaze fell on the figure that kept wailing. The only thought in his mind was whether he should end her suffering early.

"She's our enemy, isn't she?"

Duanmu Ye's words made Yang Yuhuan's eyes gradually clear, and the Van Gogh reflected in her eyes just now also returned to a normal picture at this moment.

Yes, she is Archer, not Van Gogh, and it cannot be Van Gogh...

Thinking of this, Yang Yuhuan slapped her cheeks, trying to sober herself up, but as pink palm prints gradually appeared on both sides of her cheeks, Yang Yuhuan's expression gradually became firm.

"Then let's go back, M...Duan, Duanmu!"

The word "master" that he originally wanted to blurt out also remembered what Van Gogh had said to him before, that if he was outside, he must not call Duanmu Ye "Master", but should call him by his name.

Because only in this way, Duanmu Ye will have no worries...

Although Yang Yuhuan was very unbelievable when she first heard these words from Van Gogh, after all, she had met many talented people and knew what they said about what they would face after death.

Reincarnation... attaining enlightenment and ascending to heaven... in short, she had heard all kinds of conclusions, but only when she had undergone the so-called "reincarnation" like now, could she clearly know how much stronger she was now than in her "previous life".

Therefore, in all her judgments after coming here, she always thought about solving some problems by herself, until Duanmu Ye showed her some scenes beyond her imagination...

At this moment, Yang Yuhuan had to believe what Van Gogh said.

Perhaps, Duanmu Ye has more potential to become a Servant than ordinary Servant...

However, Duanmu Ye did not respond to Yang Yuhuan's words immediately. Instead, he slowly approached Oda Nobunaga, who had been devoured by the essence of fire and turned into a charred body, squatted down, reached into his chest where the spirit core was usually stored, and then shook his head in disappointment.

As he walked towards Yang Yuhuan, he burned off the skin on his hands that was stained with charred debris. Facing Yang Yuhuan's questions, Duanmu Ye just sighed helplessly.

"It seems...she's smarter than I thought..."

......

At this moment, in the basement of an army theater research institute far away on the edge of the imperial capital, Oda Nobunaga suddenly opened his eyes.

As he kicked open the incubator, he took the coat handed to him by the army commander and put it on.

"To think that I wasted my entire body, taking Caster is truly a serious undertaking. By the way, how's the data collection on him going?"

As he spoke, Oda Nobunaga slowly turned his head and looked at the dozens, perhaps even hundreds, of incubators lined up behind him. Inside them were identical figures, but none of them showed any reaction...

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How can a person be so unlucky? I broke my teeth after eating chicken drumsticks at noon. I felt pain all afternoon and went to see a doctor. Only to find out that two of my teeth were broken... Sometimes I am speechless.

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 25: Return, and Get Drunk...

The door of the gray-yellow house was pushed open, and the dim light from outside broke into the room. The inky black made Duanmu Ye's face look a little solemn.

"That, that..."

Yang Yuhuan obviously had something to say, but Duanmu Ye ignored her explanation and reached out to the button at the door, restoring the power supply to its original state, which seemed to have been tripped due to some high temperature.

Panicked, Yang Yuhuan tried to block Duanmu Ye's sight, but she was almost much shorter than Duanmu Ye, and even if she raised her slender arms high, it was of no use at all. Everything in the room was still visible to Duanmu Ye.

At this moment, Yang Yuhuan couldn't help but clasp her hands together, looking embarrassed, and at the same time, she couldn't help feeling a little guilty for not having time to inform Van Gogh in advance.

As someone who had seen Van Gogh become like that, Yang Yuhuan believed that Van Gogh would definitely not want Duanmu Ye to see her become like that, and would definitely not want Duanmu Ye to see her like that after he came back.

At this moment, Yang Yuhuan couldn't help but murmur in her heart, hoping that Van Gogh wouldn't blame her for not informing her in advance, not telling her in advance that Duanmu Ye had actually learned the Five Elements Escape Technique without a teacher...

However, Yang Yuhuan, who kept muttering to herself, soon caught some very tricky questions, and when she first glanced at the first floor and did not see Van Gogh, she decided to make up for her regret of not informing Van Gogh in advance, and used some questions to buy some time for Van Gogh!

After all...as a girl, you should be very proficient in the skills of changing clothes, right?

"Van Gogh, I need you."

Duanmu Ye, who did not see Van Gogh on the first floor, called out, not because Yang Yuhuan seemed to be trying hard to hide something over there, but because he really needed Van Gogh's help.

Oda Nobunaga's exit was only temporary. He should have thought that the Einzbern family in this world line was working hard to develop the technology of artificial humans, and the Holy Grail this time could almost be said to be a semi-finished product that had not been contaminated by Angra Mainyu.

At the end of World War II, both the German Nazis and the Japanese right-wingers tried their best to use the power of magic to turn the tide of the war, and their presence was certainly present in this Holy Grail War.

But in fact, except for the train where he came into contact with Okita Souji at the beginning, Duanmu Ye did not see any of the artificial Heroic Spirits called the Atmosphere Group, which were supposed to play a crucial role in this Holy Grail War.