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

Fa Tian Xiang Di was not as intimidating as before. Although they were fighting fiercely at this moment, it was ultimately just a sword fight between two villains and had no value worth recording.

Whether it is Miyamoto Musashi or Oda Nobunaga, Duanmu Ye can rely on the memories before coming to this world to analyze what abilities she will develop.

The net woven by the "fifth force" that was exerted to the extreme just now actually did not cause him any harm at all. The wounds he showed were all scenes he created deliberately.

Just like the saying goes, "What you see is what others want you to see. You can't find out the real truth just by looking or listening."

Whether it was the moment when he was leaning on the extremely hot stone wall scorched by flames, watching the battle between Miyamoto Musashi and Oda Nobunaga as if he was seriously injured, or the moment when he knew that Oda Nobunaga was hiding nearby, but was still ambushed by Oda Nobunaga, these were the scenes he showed to the two of them in order to complete his plan of killing someone with a borrowed knife.

By moving his gaze to the front and observing the entire battlefield from the front, Duanmu Ye was almost certain that both Miyamoto Musashi and Oda Nobunaga had discovered traces of his movement.

Unlike Miyamoto Musashi who was full of protective desire, Oda Nobunaga had a murderous intent in her eyes that was hard to conceal. There was no doubt that she had regarded herself as the biggest enemy in this Holy Grail War. Even Miyamoto Musashi had never treated her like this.

Duanmu Ye was well aware of this. After all, both himself and the power in him actually came from the era after this era, just like Caster "Maxwell's Demon" in this Holy Grail War, who needed proof from the future to deny his existence. In this era when Cthulhu was not specifically recorded, the power in him could fission more unscrupulously.

And this is exactly why Cthugha's power has two completely different reactions in Fuyuki and here.

Duanmu Ye thought about it carefully. Perhaps the sudden burst of Ktugeya's power was not entirely due to Yang Yuhuan's interference. The reason was most likely because there was no record of him in this era. Therefore, he could release his power more unscrupulously to this era.

In other words, it was entirely because of me, as the vessel, that I couldn't perfectly control his power. Ultimately, it was all because of him...

Duanmu Ye was no longer surprised by this. His biggest wish now was to maintain his human form. As for other things... perhaps he was just worried about whether Van Gogh could control that power again, and whether Yang Yuhuan had a clear understanding of herself.

Thinking of this, Duanmu Ye pretended to be desperate and raised his head to look at the sky, so that his nose could better touch the area not covered by the flames, making his serious injury look more reasonable. At the same time, he put the Holy Grail fragment embedded in the flesh on his back into his arms and hid it quietly.

As Duanmu Ye expected, Oda Nobunaga, who was originally still hesitant, restrained his action of taking out the mysterious ultimate matchlock gun from his waist again. The bullets made of the few fragments of the Holy Grail were stored in the most suitable place. There was only one weapon in the spiritual base of the Demon King Nobunaga that could store such a weapon that could be called a sure-kill weapon, and Duanmu Ye already knew it.

A fragment of the Holy Grail is enough to stabilize the spiritual base. It goes without saying that humans like Matou Sakura can be transformed by Matou Zouken into a container similar to the Einzbern's Holy Grail to stabilize an already complete spiritual base.

At this moment, Duanmu Ye was waiting, waiting for an opportunity to completely turn against Miyamoto Musashi and Oda Nobunaga...

"Are you really not going to move aside? You and I are originally part of this land, serving me to dominate the world. You can find more powerful people to challenge. Do you really want to stop at this country?"

Oda Nobunaga teased Miyamoto Musashi in front of him. As a household name throughout Japan, his fame was no less than that of Oda Nobunaga.

Even though the two missed each other perfectly during their lifetime, it does not mean that when she returns to this land, she will not learn about this genius swordsman who is almost a household name in her later life from many Japanese documents.

She kept changing her choice of Berserker to summon the last vacancy. At first, she thought of directly summoning a general of the Morika family who was loyal to the Oda family to fight alongside her.

But when she encountered Caster's Berserker-like attack method, she changed her mind. She didn't need an obedient mad dog as her vanguard, but a real character with the power of gods and Buddhas to restrain the opponent.

In other words, rather than letting her loyal minister die, she would rather let a more uncontrollable person create the slightest chance for herself.

It can be said that the person who planned the summoning ceremony of Miyamoto Musashi and temporarily replaced the spear that was supposed to be used to summon the retainers of the Mori family with Miyamoto Musashi's long sword was none other than Oda Nobunaga!

"I don't have a precedent of being someone else's thug, Lord Nobunaga!"

A knife spun down and cut off Oda Nobunaga's sword, which he had been enduring and not cutting off. The broken blade was stuck in the ground. Oda Nobunaga, holding the broken sword, immediately pulled out the hidden Demon King Gatling cannon, and relied on the recoil force of the cannonball to widen the distance between him and Miyamoto Musashi.

Coughing violently, Miyamoto Musashi obviously did not expect the other party to take out this weapon. The hem of her skirt, which was burned by the flames, vaguely revealed the inner binding cloth strips from the holes, and even the muscles on her arms and thighs were clearly visible.

However, such an attack naturally could not defeat Miyamoto Musashi, who had also tempered his body. Oda Nobunaga was very clear about this. After he had distanced himself from him, he put away the Demon King Gatling Cannon in his hand and once again extended an olive branch towards Miyamoto Musashi.

"Join my camp, and then go and deal the final blow to that Caster, clearing all obstacles on my path to spreading martial arts throughout the world. You will gain a status and position respected by all warriors in the world, and achieve heights and glory that no other warrior can reach in their lifetime!"

Oda Nobunaga paused, and the Gatling cannon in his hand once again transformed into the sword that had been split in two by Miyamoto Musashi, pointing it in her direction.

"otherwise......"

Oda Nobunaga didn't say anything, but just showed a weird smile, which made Miyamoto Musashi's expression a little uncertain.

She didn't think that the other party could defeat her, even if she was Oda Nobunaga, the man who unified the Warring States Period. It was not so easy for him to trample under his feet the martial arts that she had honed her whole life.

Miyamoto Musashi closed his eyes, breathing in and out continuously until he had completely adjusted his breath to the best state he could reach at this stage. He raised the two swords in his hands again and used the fifth posture.

"We've all died once before. You're so childish to threaten us with something like this, Lord Nobunaga!"

Miyamoto Musashi, who had already circulated all his energy around his body and exerted force from his feet, arrived in front of Oda Nobunaga in the blink of an eye. The two flashing swords in his hands concealed the magic power that was constantly being suppressed, just to launch an attack that would definitely hit her at the moment of approach.

She saw it, her divine eyes had seen the reality that the two swords in her hands hit her!

This is an ability that belongs only to her, it is her unique magic eye, the only eye in this world, which can limit the infinite future to just one eye!

At this moment, this pair of eyes reflected exactly such a future. Even on the premise that enabled her eyes to see this future, the unshakable belief made this future the only one in her eyes.

However, just as this future was about to come true and the double swords in her hands were about to hit Oda Nobunaga, an extremely unfamiliar voice appeared in her ears.

Even Duanmu Ye, who was eating melons and watching the show on the side and almost tried to get some melon seeds, couldn't help but shift his gaze to a white-haired girl who was far away from the battlefield between the two people, and his expression became excited.

"I, I order with the Command Seal... Do not attack Archer!"

She was a white-haired girl. Duanmu Ye knew her name, but knew very little about her.

"Asama Kaname" is the descendant of a Japanese family. Because the family has become too decadent, she is the only one left and has inherited all the magic seals of their family.

At first, her existence was merely a "battery" that followed the major who summoned Oda Nobunaga to provide backup magic power, but because Oda Nobunaga killed him after being summoned, she became Oda Nobunaga's Master.

At this moment, her appearance means that in the "Imperial Capital Holy Grail Tales" drawn by experience points, Altria, who served as Oda Nobunaga's Master, does not exist in this time and space.

This reality made Duanmu Ye breathe a sigh of relief. In this time and space where Oda Nobunaga is a demon, Okita Souji might also be a demon, and even Miyamoto Musashi has come, Duanmu Ye would not be too surprised even if Oda Nobunaga's Master is really the amnesiac Altria.

But soon, Duanmu Ye discovered a problem, that is, when Asama Kaname raised his hand with the marks of six command seals on it, there were now two marks missing on his arm.

Three of them belong to Oda Nobunaga, and the other three are most likely the Command Seals that Asama obtained when he went down there and found the corpse of the guy who summoned Miyamoto Musashi.

But now it has consumed two...

Soon, Duanmu Ye got the explanation. Miyamoto Musashi's double swords, which were almost about to cut off the opponent's arms, were constantly resisting and retracting, and his whole body could not help but tremble, as if he was making an absolute resistance to the order just given.

"Anti-Magic"...

Duanmu Ye immediately thought of this word, but that was an inherent skill only possessed by the Saber class...

Duanmu Ye quickly stopped thinking about this, because the appearance of Miyamoto Musashi itself was a mistake, and there was nothing to doubt about her appearing here with such skills.

However, at this moment, Oda Nobunaga has already occupied the absolute high ground. If he uses the Command Spell again to force Miyamoto Musashi to submit to him, it is likely that a fight to the death will occur.

This is what Miyamoto Musashi thought in his heart, and Oda Nobunaga knew the same thing.

Therefore, she did not ask Asama to order Miyamoto Musashi to submit to her again when Asama was about to approach her. She had already achieved her goal of using her to eliminate dissidents. Caster, who was hit by the fragments of the Holy Grail, would definitely not be able to recover at this moment.

And facing a ruthless character who can't be used by me, but I happen to be able to control this... there is only one thing I can do...

"Commit suicide, Miyamoto Musashi. This is the most honorable way for you to end your life."

Oda Nobunaga's face was still so arrogant, as if everything was already in her plan and there was no possibility of any change.

Miyamoto Musashi, who did not take any action, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and was grateful in his heart that he still retained the skill of "anti-magic power", but the next moment his face darkened again.

The effect of a single Command Seal was truly minimal, but at this moment, Miyamoto Musashi discovered that beneath her feet, there was a faintly visible magic circle. It was a magic circle of compulsory orders, enough to make up for the shortcomings of a single Command Seal...

Miyamoto Musashi dropped her long sword, held the short blade with both hands and moved it towards her abdomen. Shame, unwillingness and anger were all visible in her eyes, but just as her short blade was against her abdomen and was about to move upwards, a feeling of relief came over her.

"Caster, you're born!"

As the sound of gunfire rang in my ears, I looked in the direction of the sound and saw the little man in yellow leaning against the wall. He was using his clothes, which looked like defensive artifacts, to destroy the magic circle on the ground. However, on his chest, where the yellow clothes were not covering the area, there were traces of several new gunshot wounds.

Duanmu Ye looked at Miyamoto Musashi with a smile, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she gradually turned into yellow particles and merged into the wind, disappearing from their sight.

In an instant, an unprecedented aura erupted from Miyamoto Musashi...

"Oda Nobunaga, what have you done!"

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 32: The last person who attacked Van Gogh has been exiled to space!

"In the end... you still couldn't go home?"

This was the last sentence Duanmu Ye said to Miyamoto Musashi. In order to make it easier for the other party to hear, he deliberately used the help of the wind. As his lips moved, the sound was transmitted to her ears in an extremely precise and direct manner.

Miyamoto Musashi would not be able to detect any clues of this deliberate method, because from the visual effect, Duanmu Ye's moving lips did not make any sound, but what appeared in her mind was a complete sentence.

The traces of the Command Seals in Asama's hand have completely disappeared. As the first generation product, the Command Seals were not so absolute in executing orders. Therefore, there was a circle of magic circles hidden on the surface of this army base to deepen the control of the Command Seals.

At this moment, Miyamoto Musashi lost the constraints of the "Command Seals" in this era and became a true outsider and wanderer. Because Miyamoto Musashi was summoned by the restraining force, he had the ability to act alone at almost the highest level.

Even without the Master, she could still act freely without having to worry about the supply of magic power.

At this moment, witnessing the death of that young man who died to save him... Miyamoto Musashi felt unprecedented anger for some reason.

Perhaps it was because the young man had died in front of him due to his previous attack, or perhaps it was because of the words he had said to him before his death...

For Miyamoto Musashi, letting a young man who did not show hostility towards her at the beginning and only had a desire to survive die in front of her because of saving her was far beyond her bottom line.

The other party was not the Oda Nobunaga she knew. In the previous contact, Miyamoto Musashi had already discovered that the other party was the culprit who caused the appearance of this singularity.

At first, she was skeptical of the boy. After all, no Caster below the level of a god that she had ever met could possess such a vast reserve of magical power. Even the most outstanding magician in the Age of Gods could not possibly master such vast and pure magical power!

But now, those things are no longer important...

The boy was dead, his spiritual reactions and remaining magical power vanished without a trace. However, the singularity did not recover with his departure. It still existed, still continued, as if it was about to devour the world...

"Although it's not my style to risk my life for a stranger Servant, but Oda Nobunaga, your actions have indeed touched my bottom line..."

Behind Miyamoto Musashi, a shadow gradually distorted the space. The Niou Tengō, which was originally formed by magic power, directly condensed into an angry statue that was only one step away from becoming a physical entity.

However, as if he had retained his last bit of sanity, Miyamoto Musashi, who kept a certain safe distance from Oda Nobunaga, spoke again.

Even though she was extremely angry, this abnormal emotion brought Miyamoto Musashi's last bit of rationality. She needed to know, from the other party's own mouth, whether she was the initiator of this singularity on her own initiative.

This kind of insignificant issue is her bottom line. She will never kill because of some personal grudges. All causes and consequences are the fundamental driving force of her actions.

Since she had come here, there must be something she needed to address. This was karma. Caster's death certainly angered her, but ultimately, that was the cruelty of the Holy Grail War. The reason she was completely opposed to Oda Nobunaga was entirely because of the loss of that young Caster. The problem of this world's singularity now fell on Oda Nobunaga...

She needed to determine, determine Oda Nobunaga's true intentions, find out the real reason that turned this world into a singularity, and then, like pulling out a tooth, uproot it...

"Singularity? Are you talking about me?"

Oda Nobunaga, who was holding Asama Kaname's waist and keeping a distance from Miyamoto Musashi, laughed as if he heard something very funny. The laughter spread throughout the entire army base that had turned into a sea of ​​fire.

"So what if it's really me? This is the world I, Oda Nobunaga, have opened up, and this is the brand new history I have opened up! From now on, the people of the world will bow down before me, Oda Nobunaga, and the history books will open a brand new page that has never been seen before and will never be seen again!"

Of course, Oda Nobunaga knew what the singularity was. Precisely because she knew the significance of the singularity so clearly, she firmly believed that this was proof that she would achieve her highest wish in this life!

Whether it was the Rider who called himself Okada Izo in this Holy Grail War, the Assassin who called himself Sakamoto Ryoma, or the Lancer who used a gun, they were all inferior Servants that were far from being worthy of Nobunaga Oda.

She had to admit that everything she experienced when she came into contact with that Caster was completely unknown, unpredictable, and an absolutely threatening Servant to her.

But now, that company was hit by nearly ten bullets, and there were three Holy Grail fragments hidden in them. The fragments detonated by his own bullets were enough to kill any Servant under the god and destroy the spirit core of any Servant under the god.

Therefore, even if Miyamoto Musashi threatened her like this, she could only give one answer, which was...

"If you want to stop me, I'm sorry, but I'll just have to ask you to die!"

The mysterious ultimate matchlock gun held high was loaded with fragments of the Holy Grail. Miyamoto Musashi had already realized this during the previous contact, but in fact she could also clearly understand that the matchlock gun in Oda Nobunaga's hand did not contain fragments of the Holy Grail in every attack.

That thing was a tiny part of the original Holy Grail container. Without completely destroying the Holy Grail, the "fragments" of the Holy Grail were large and small, some the size of a fingernail, and some like gravel, which were fired along with the shotgun bullets from her musket.

Miyamoto Musashi took a deep breath and recalled the scene before the boy's death in his mind. He opened his eyes again and looked at Oda Nobunaga in front of him with an extremely determined look.

"Are you serious?... Then let me try to chop you. Let's see how fast the sword of the Demon King of Tenkabu is!"

A massive gust of wind blew across the entire burning mountain. At the army base on the edge of the city, countless walls were constantly falling apart due to this gust of wind...

"Ms. Yang...Ms. Yang Yuhuan...where have you been..."

Swaying in the flames, swaying his body constantly as he shuttled through the collapsed walls, Van Gogh, who was sweating profusely because he could not stand the high temperature, was in tears.

That's right, she and Yang Yuhuan got separated...

She still held the painting that she had created when the inspiration struck her against her chest. Although she tried her best to avoid it being destroyed by the flames, the four corners of the painting in her hands had actually gradually turned black after being burned by the flames.

In a trance, without any warning, the wall beside Van Gogh collapsed in an instant. When Van Gogh reacted, the time for reaction had already passed.

However, a wind blade brushed past Van Gogh's hair and split the wall that was about to collapse, cutting it in two and at the same time cutting the suffocating high temperature around it. The relatively cool and fresh air touched the tip of the pen, giving Van Gogh's body, which had almost lost all its strength and means, some replenishment.

The flames were still too targeted for her. Whether it was the power of the Water Priest or the power of the Flower Demon, they were not very suitable for her in this situation.

But at this moment, the wind blade that almost brushed past her split the wall that almost hurt her when she was unable to use any strength.

Van Gogh, who was able to breathe a little fresh air again, turned around with a look of surprise. Although her perception of the surroundings was obscured by the flames, she still guessed that it was Duanmu Ye who had returned. Otherwise, why would he save her?

"Zhi, did you cut it crookedly? This fire is too much of a nuisance."

The joy on Van Gogh's face froze. The person who came was not someone she knew, nor was he the person she expected.

In the firelight, a bloodthirsty scarlet light flickered. In those eyes, Van Gogh saw someone from his own painting...

As if to confirm, he raised the painting in his hand. In the corner of the huge image of gods and Buddhas and the image of demons, and in the picture where the flames were burning, there was a blurry figure. Only the pair of scarlet eyes remained on the painting.

It's Assassin!

Van Gogh, knowing clearly what power and identity each character in the painting represented, immediately grasped the answer in his mind. However, at this moment, everything around him was covered by collapsed walls and flames. This abnormal flame just happened to suppress the power given to her...

She couldn't think of any way out of this place except for Duanmu Ye or Lady Yang Yuhuan returning to her side...

"Zuke, the nameless Servant? With just this level of magical reaction, you seem quite weak..."