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

Although there is a high possibility that it is because I just fell into a state of unconscious destruction and did not notice the artificial heroic soldiers who were constantly gathering in the center of the battlefield under the orders of officers or Oda Nobunaga on the scorched earth.

This possibility is very high, because Duanmu Ye did not find the Holy Grail that Oda Nobunaga carried with her on the body of "Oda Nobunaga" who was burned to ashes by the spirit of fire.

There's only one answer to this...

That is, Oda Nobunaga used the artificial human technology provided by the Einzbern family to the German Nazis to create many pseudo-heroic spirits for himself, similar to clones, to deal with various events.

Even in Duanmu Ye's guess, Oda Nobunaga would not be angry because of her defeat at this moment. On the contrary, she must be very grateful for the advance preparations she made to prevent any accidents and used the technology of artificial humans to provide herself with many bodies.

While using those artificial bodies that can be called "consumables", he can face failure calmly even if he experiences it.

Because for someone like Oda Nobunaga, this was just an ordinary consumable. Obtaining crucial information by consuming such consumables was undoubtedly a very convenient way to obtain intelligence for a character like Oda Nobunaga who controlled the resources of the entire Japanese Empire.

The undefeated Demon King of the Sixth Heaven failed?

Such a thing can be explained by the fact that it is just a clone of himself, not the complete her, the complete Sixth Heaven Demon King, but just an insignificant clone.

Under such conditions, even if Duanmu Ye came, he would not think that his failure would be a complete and utter defeat, because by consuming this clone to obtain information...

When there was no response after his soft call, Duanmu Ye did not rush to look for Van Gogh.

Instead, he closed his eyes and fell into deeper thought, wondering if he could use the resources he currently had to create similar conditions...

"Duan, Duanmu!"

Yang Yuhuan's voice interrupted Duanmu Ye's thoughts. When he opened his eyes, Yang Yuhuan seemed to wipe the purple jade dragon flute with the handkerchief she carried with her and handed it to him.

"this is for you!"

There seemed to be an unnatural worry on Yang Yuhuan's face, and Duanmu Ye, who took the purple jade dragon flute from her hand, asked her why she had stopped him just now.

Yang Yuhuan was a little embarrassed and seemed not to know how to start.

But soon, Yang Yuhuan seemed to have found how to start the conversation, she calmed her expression and moved her red lips slightly.

"You just used the Five Elements Escape Technique, and I haven't even taught you yet... How did you learn it?"

"what?"

Duanmu Ye was dumbfounded. He was just thinking about how to use the existing resources at his disposal to imitate Einzbern's artificial human technology and create a few fake bodies for himself to confuse others.

But at this moment, Duanmu Ye's thoughts couldn't help but stop at the question raised by Yang Yuhuan. What she said, "I used the Five Elements Escape Technique"...is this possible?

Duanmu Ye was certain that he did not know any Five Elements Escape Techniques. This kind of magic that required systematic apprenticeship and connection with the ideological foundation before in-depth learning had almost nothing to do with him as an outsider.

Duanmu Ye, a stranger who had fallen from the sky, could not believe that there was a person named Duanmu Ye in this world. Moreover, he had inherited the magic spells in the thought key pattern and was even extremely skilled and specialized...

However, such a thing is almost impossible to happen, because if it really is the case, it is the same existence in the same parallel time and space as him, that is, 2024 before he traveled here.

However, this is 1945, a full seventy-nine years away from 2024. Even if there is an isotope from another world, it cannot be now, let alone at this time!

Therefore, when faced with such an inquiry, Duanmu Ye put his hands on Yang Yuhuan's shoulders, somewhat seriously, but more because he did not believe the truthfulness of what Yang Yuhuan said.

"Did I just use the Five Elements Escape Technique? Is that true or not..."

There is still some uncontrollability in the power of Kthugya, so Duanmu Ye chose the power of "The Nobleman of the Wind" with which he was most proficient and familiar to return.

However, as he often used this power to purchase supplies and it was the most convenient way to move back and forth between two places, Duanmu Ye never thought that this was the Five Elements Escape Technique. It was just the ability to use the effect of the wind to sweep himself and the people he carried with him to a certain coordinate position.

If this ability is the Five Elements Escape Technique... then wouldn't I have had this ability from the beginning?

Feeling the warmth on her shoulder, Yang Yuhuan looked a little confused.

In fact, she was not sure about this because the other party did not have the same feeling as the talented people she knew.

The aura emanating from Duanmu Ye seemed to be an indescribable, inexplicable scent. Yang Yuhuan couldn't tell what it was, but she was certain that Duanmu Ye had the same aura as her own. It wouldn't be accurate to say it was a royal aura, but after all, Yang Yuhuan herself was only a half-baked cultivator, and could only sense a tiny bit...

"Really...really...I'm not entirely sure, but the transfer I just performed is the same as the Five Elements Escape Technique!"

Yang Yuhuan was a little unsure, so she felt very unconfident when she said this.

After all, if Duanmu Ye’s ability is not actually the Five Elements Escape Technique, but something else...wouldn’t it be considered as misleading the young people?

Yang Yuhuan's eyes gradually became confused, but Duanmu Ye chose to give up pursuing this issue.

"Forget it. We'll confirm the Five Elements Escape Technique when we have time. Oda Nobunaga...that Archer already has some information on us. Given her personality, she won't let this go."

Oda Nobunaga's existence is still the most threatening Servant in this Holy Grail War. After all, now that Okita Souji has withdrawn, the only one who can be considered difficult is Archer, the demon who holds the Holy Grail.

As for the others... He was already busy helping Li Shuwen, so why would he choose to conflict with him?

In this regard, in Duanmu Ye's plan, the top priority at present is to catch them all in one fell swoop before Oda Nobunaga and his men make a comeback.

And Van Gogh was exactly what he needed...

After patting Yang Yuhuan on the shoulder to indicate that nothing was wrong, Duanmu Ye walked up the stairs to the second floor.

When he regained consciousness, he clearly saw a burning oil painting in his mind.

Although it was consumed by the flames in just a moment, Duanmu Ye imagined that if Van Gogh could awaken the ability that belonged to "Vincent Van Gogh" as a Servant, instead of relying on inspiration from the Outer Gods to create, and projecting the content of the painting into reality as before, then in the next raid on the base camp, Van Gogh would definitely be able to achieve something for himself that he could not do alone.

Just like...

Ensuring that he would not fall into a hopeless unconscious state like before and continuing to maintain his "human form" was extremely important to Duanmu Ye...

However, when Duanmu Ye went upstairs and came to Van Gogh's door, the door that was always open was now closed. The extremely abnormal scene made Duanmu Ye frown slightly, and a bad premonition gradually rose in his heart.

Van Gogh...could something have happened to him?

With the sudden appearance of the "R'lyeh Text" as a precedent, Duanmu Ye was not at ease with Van Gogh being alone in this room that was not covered by the "Yellow House". This was one of the reasons why he brought her along this time.

The R'lyeh Text? It all appeared out of thin air. How could it be impossible for Van Gogh to suddenly transform into a jellyfish in the third spiritual form?

The moment he placed his hand on the door handle, a biting chill spread from his palm to his whole body. Duanmu Ye's face became extremely gloomy, as if he already knew in his heart what had happened.

At the same time, Yang Yuhuan's hand quietly rested on the wrist, and the warmth from her smaller palm alleviated the chill on the door handle.

"It seems that something happened while you were back."

Yang Yuhuan didn't say anything, but in her eyes, Duanmu Ye already knew the answer.

At this moment, Duanmu Ye probably understood why Yang Yuhuan projected Van Gogh's figure onto herself when she saw Oda Nobunaga being swallowed by the spirit of fire.

But it is too late to say anything now. The most important thing is to comfort Van Gogh, who has been deified again.

As the studio door opened, Yang Yuhuan even covered her face with her hands, not daring to look at the scene in the room.

At this moment, Duanmu Ye fell into silence the moment he opened the door...

"It stinks... Where did you get the wine from..."

The scene that came into view was a mess in the studio. Van Gogh was lying unconscious on the ground, burping continuously, and even his breath had a strong smell of alcohol.

Although Duanmu Ye, who couldn't say whether he liked or disliked wine, was a little worried about the health of Van Gogh in front of him, fortunately, she still looked as weak as she did at the beginning, without any details that suggested deification.

The stench of alcohol that gathered in the room after the door was closed made Duanmu Ye sigh helplessly. Even Yang Yuhuan changed from covering her eyes to covering her nose, but she did not say anything. She just rubbed her eyes with her other hand in disbelief.

Duanmu Ye waved his hand, then turned and walked out the door.

"I'm going to find some hangover pills. I remember I bought some before..."

As Duanmu Ye walked out of the room, Yang Yuhuan, who wanted to leave with him, found that Van Gogh, who was originally unconscious, was looking at her, and she put her finger on her lips while smiling.

Made a "hush" gesture...

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 26: Maybe cut it into pieces and then create clones?

"So, where did you find the wine? By the way, is your eye okay?"

After giving Van Gogh the sobering medicine and a large glass of warm water, Duanmu Ye held his forehead helplessly, looked at Van Gogh who was still a little confused after being helped up by Yang Yuhuan, and spoke softly.

After being fed by Yang Yuhuan herself, Van Gogh calmed down for a long time, as if waiting for the sobering drug to take effect, before he struggled to lift his tired eyelids.

"Wine...what kind of wine?"

Van Gogh was obviously a little dazed, and Duanmu Ye pointed to the wine bottle that had fallen on the drawing paper not far from her and soaked a lot of the work, and spoke again with a hint of helplessness.

"Even I forgot I had these things at home. I bought them when I was still a Tianxuan worker to please the team leader during team building. I even forgot that I didn't actually give them away at that time..."

Duanmu Ye was helpless. He had completely forgotten about the daily life of cattle and horses he had experienced before when he came here. After all, it was not something worth remembering. Therefore, Duanmu Ye had never thought about reviewing how many things were left in his home from the beginning.

Duanmu Ye still had some memories and surprise when Van Gogh was able to find things in this room that even he could not remember clearly.

Van Gogh, who had regained consciousness, looked at the overturned wine bottle on the ground, blinking his eyes and tilting his head, looking a little confused.

"So it's wine... I thought it was some kind of special flavored drink..."

Looking at Van Gogh's reaction, Duanmu Ye roughly guessed what was going on.

Perhaps Van Gogh had never seen wine in such a bottle, nor did he recognize the words and contents on it, so he made a slight misjudgment...

What a ghost!

Even if you can't read, how can you not smell the smell of that kind of alcohol?

Or, by inheriting part of Van Gogh's spiritual foundation and memory, one can become like Vincent van Gogh, who evaluated many kinds of alcoholic beverages, and thus think that the Wuliangye, Moutai and other precious liquors in his bottles are just some kind of drinks?

How can wine from one or two hundred years ago be compared with wine from the 21st century? To be able to drink like this, didn’t you notice the problem when you took the first sip?

Duanmu Ye was helpless. He could easily guess that Van Gogh was lying, but he was unwilling to expose such a lie from the bottom of his heart.

There was silence for a long time before Duanmu Ye spoke again.

"Forget it, let's rest for a while. I've already told Yuhuan what we're going to do next. I'll go downstairs and wait for you. Come down when you feel ready."

Duanmu Ye made a compromise. He did not pursue the matter further after discovering the problem. Everyone has their own privacy, and he would not choose to intrude into such privacy.

Duanmu Ye turned around and went downstairs and heard the rustling sounds coming from the room behind. Although this confirmed the fact that he was actually lying about Van Gogh, Duanmu Ye picked up the painting in his hand and looked at it carefully.

It was a painting he had never seen before. It was the painting that was placed on the easel in front of her when she and Yang Yuhuan opened the door and saw the drunk Van Gogh collapsed on the ground.

In fact, there were quite a lot of paintings scattered on the floor in Van Gogh's studio. Even behind Van Gogh, where he was lying, there was a thick layer of drawing paper, isolating him from contact with the cold floor.

The vast majority of the paintings that filled the room were a blurry mix of black and red. Duanmu Ye thought it was probably the blur caused by the moment he turned into flames, and the black mass seemed to represent Oda Nobunaga's Sixth Heavenly Demon King, or perhaps something else entirely...

Duanmu Ye stopped and even his thoughts were drawn back to the first question he had when he returned here.

If it were me under the flames... could I complete the clone?

Such a bold idea was quickly rejected by Duanmu Ye. There was no doubt that he was almost unconscious under the flames, and it was still unknown whether he could complete what he wanted to do normally.

Duanmu Ye can be sure that he is not as safe here as he was in Dongmu. The consumption in the state of "Burner" is no longer free, but a clear consumption of his own "concept".

The disappearance of the body is part of it, but if there were no other ways to create various thoughts and memories for oneself, otherwise the things consumed would not be as complete as the present self.

Duanmu Ye, sitting on the sofa, looked at the picture in the painting. It was an extremely blurry abstract painting. It seemed to be a painting drawn from the crazy inspiration given by Hastur, but Duanmu Ye did not detect any trace of the same aura as himself in Van Gogh.

Therefore, when looking at the painting in his hand, the scattered red and yellow human figures on it caused Duanmu Ye to think, do these human figures represent himself or others?

Red is the representative color of Oda Nobunaga. Apart from him, only the "living flame" born after the fusion of himself and Cthugha is of this color.

The figures that appeared in this picture were scattered in the corners of a blurry black shadow. It was impossible to tell whether the black shadow was a mountain, a building, or something else...

Duanmu Ye held his forehead with a headache. Whenever he tried to think about a problem, it would come flooding back like a spring, constantly disrupting his thoughts, as if trying to lead him down the wrong path...

"What's wrong? Do you have a headache?"

A light voice sounded in his ears, which seemed to be deliberate, yet also like a subconscious passive action. However, under such a voice, Duanmu Ye, who was originally having a headache because of thinking about a lot of unnecessary information, felt a little relieved.

However, when Duanmu Ye wanted to put down the painting in his hand and stand up to make room for Yang Yuhuan, Yang Yuhuan walked behind the sofa and pushed Duanmu Ye back onto the sofa.

Feeling the pressure coming from the temples and the top of the head, the original boredom and worry were slightly relieved at this moment, but some new problems also followed.

Why...why did she do this?

"Fan Gogh probably hasn't woken up yet, aren't you going to check on her?"

Girls have common topics among girls, and as a healthy man, Duanmu Ye is well aware of such things.

Before, it was because it was just me and Van Gogh by my side, but now with Yang Yuhuan here, it's natural that the two girls can take better care of each other when they are together...

However, at this moment, Yang Yuhuan was not with Van Gogh, but came here to do something that was actually unnecessary.

Yang Yuhuan pursed her lips, as if she was organizing her words.

After waiting quietly for a while, Yang Yuhuan's voice came weakly from behind.

"She said that when you want to do something, you always like to stay alone... If I'm not watching, you will definitely do something alone..."

Duanmu Ye was somewhat concerned by Yang Yuhuan's words, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that he always acted alone on impulse after thinking alone, thus often leaving Van Gogh alone. Ryunosuke Uesugi's intrusion was caused by his behavior.

Duanmu Ye had no room for explanation for Van Gogh's evaluation, but there was no doubt that he did need to consider his habit of acting alone.

In response, Duanmu Ye simply closed his eyes, quietly feeling the slight warmth coming from behind, and then murmured.

"She's right. I was thinking about something and was planning to try it out on my own."