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

Ryoma Sakamoto, who was standing on top of A-Long's head, exclaimed. He gave up the attack on Duanmu Ye with the Tenshoku in his hand, and instead used it to try to stabilize Miss A-Long who was temporarily unconscious due to a hit on the jaw.

Miss Arlong suddenly woke up with the help of the Tennihoko, a sacred weapon that can lead the unfinished dragon to ascend to heaven and become a real dragon, and she did not realize what had just happened.

"Oh, did Aaron fall asleep?!"

Immediately, Miss A'long, who seemed to have forgotten something, came to her senses and once again gathered her strength to dive towards Duanmu Ye who was hanging in the air below.

The same trick, the same way, made Sakamoto Ryoma, who was standing on the crystal above Miss Along's head, evade immediately.

Duanmu Ye just stood there, and with the flames completely wrapping his body, he completed the flight without relying on any magic, any enchantment, or even the existence of any ceremonial clothes.

Watching Miss A'long swooping down to attack again, Duanmu Ye had no intention of dodging. It was not that he didn't want to, but that there was no need to.

Ryoma Sakamoto, who used the Tenshoko as an emergency handbrake, knew clearly that the best action was when the other party did not take any action. He must have known that if he continued to attack him as he had just done, the damage he could cause to him would be too insignificant, and it was even possible that this new attack would cause Miss Arlong to be injured.

It's not that he is unmoved, but he wants them to bring him to his own death!

Thinking of this, Sakamoto Ryoma drove Miss A Long around and glanced at Duanmu Ye who almost passed by him. He could clearly feel that the other person's face, which had no facial features at all, was locking his eyes on him. The temperature around him was obviously enough to make people give up thinking, but the incomparable chill instantly flooded into Sakamoto Ryoma's body.

The almost insurmountable chill made Sakamoto Ryoma think constantly, but it was still of no avail.

Is there really no other solution...?

Sakamoto Ryoma closed his eyes. Even in the midst of despair, the miracle that held a glimmer of hope for survival hadn't happened to him. Looking at the disappearing Niou Celestial Phenomenon and the corpse of the Sixth Heavenly Demon King in the distance, Sakamoto Ryoma wondered if perhaps his mission had been accomplished...

"Aaron, I think it's time."

During this short period of time, Sakamoto Ryoma knelt down with a smile and stroked the crystal on Aaron's head.

As if realizing something, Aaron responded softly in Sakamoto Ryoma's heart.

"Well... Miss A-Long can't beat me..."

The previous attack had made them all realize that even the strongest fantasy species' barrier that ignored physics could not stop the opponent's attack, so their battle was meaningless from the beginning.

After just two sentences, they both knew what the other was thinking.

At this moment, the white dragon, after circling in the sky for a week, turned into white light, galloping in the air and swooping down, as if to make a final counterattack.

At this moment, Duanmu Ye was taking a deep breath of air that was impossible to breathe in the air, and then the flames on his body expanded, expanded, and expanded again.

At this moment, a floating red sun appeared above the dark night sky, and the white dragon opened its mouth and swallowed the red sun completely into its stomach in an instant.

At that moment, the white light gradually took on a hint of red, and countless red air waves slid across the white light. As the white figure continued to fall to the ground, it completely disappeared...

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 38: Tokyo Burns

The mysterious light was fleeting, and the thunder that illuminated the entire sky like daylight disappeared completely after the last time it fell. Along with the fiery red sun rising in the east, the power that symbolized the final counterattack of this land also disappeared from the world.

No one knew what had happened. At this moment, the imperial capital was as silent as death. Houses and buildings were blown away everywhere. Even the heavy chariots that came from all directions were ruthlessly overturned to the ground and destroyed beyond recognition.

A baby's cry was heard after the calm, followed by a second, a third... Behind the countless ruins of buildings that could still be seen, a few figures walked out, constantly looking at the doomsday-like scene around them.

Gradually, the crying became louder than the conversation. Beneath the hoarse cries, countless people were desperately searching for their relatives in the rubble. But in the end, all they could see were some images of people with army nameplates and uniforms as identification marks buried under the rubble.

Only a small number of their relatives found that the items they were supposed to be wearing were scattered on the ground, while they themselves disappeared without a trace...

"What on earth is going on?!"

People cried out, but no one responded to their questions.

These troops sent from towns in all directions were wiped out without any effort. Even their relatives, young and old, disappeared without a trace in the earthquakes and fire waves just now.

A few hours before this moment, an unusual fire also spread from the center of the imperial capital, but it was only within a radius of one kilometer, which was a trivial matter not worth mentioning for those living on the edge of the imperial capital.

Even after that, many of them, after witnessing the explosion caused by natural gas or coal gas explosion from afar, took it as a joke after dinner, and boasted to others that they were able to stand here intact after experiencing such a thing.

Little did they imagine that in the following hours, this disaster, which had been unexplained, would silently descend upon them. They had been enjoying the bright lights and revelry just a moment before, but now the world before their eyes had been completely transformed...

The helpless woman raised her head and looked at the white dust falling from the sky, her face filled with incomparable despair.

"Anyone please... Can someone tell me... What happened?!"

No one responded, no one spoke, wailing and sorrow filled the air. But soon, the woman found her body disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Yet, she clearly felt nothing, no discomfort. It gradually vanished from her fingertips...

"Let me tell you what's going on..."

A hand quietly appeared in the corner of my sight. Feeling the pressure coming from my shoulder, my body, which had originally had no feelings but was constantly disappearing, now had a substantial feeling.

She was losing something. It was not a normal disappearance, nor was it an invisible disappearance. Instead, it was like disappearing into smoke, turning into some substance invisible to the naked eye and dissipating. This feeling became extremely obvious when the person behind her placed his hand on her shoulder. The fear of death made her body tremble uncontrollably.

But when she turned around, the fear she had originally felt disappeared without a trace. The people around her who were also suffering from the torture of their bodies disappearing and kept wailing suddenly became quiet the moment they saw the person coming.

Then, there were waves of cheers, one after another...

The tall figure did not show any joy or even any emotion other than joy due to the cheers of the people around him. His expression was as cold and indifferent as the devil in the story.

Her long hair fell down on her shoulders, and the crimson hair fluttered in the wind like the flames burning around it. On her face, as the last ray of daylight in the sky completely disappeared, there were gradually traces of a slight upward trend.

"Great! It's Lord Nobunaga! Lord Nobunaga has come. We are saved!"

Oda Nobunaga smiled and slowly stood up. Everyone then realized that the extremely tall Oda Nobunaga was squatting on the ground before, but now she stood up completely, looking so tall and mighty...

"For Japan's revival, I need your strength!"

Oda Nobunaga's voice was not loud, but it was transmitted throughout the entire area with incredible accuracy, even to the areas that were not completely covered by the war.

Such things happened in every corner of the imperial capital. Only Oda Nobunaga himself knew why these people disappeared and what became of the places they disappeared to...

No one knows these things better than her!

With the help of the remaining dragon veins in the imperial capital, she forcibly used the Holy Grail as a container to refine the people of this land into pure magic power, which was used to fill the spiritual veins that had been drained time and time again, and to refill the spiritual veins that had become exhausted due to the Holy Grail War time and time again, and eventually became one of her main sources of magic power.

Relying solely on the magic power supply from Asana is really not enough for her. Although she has the Holy Grail in her hands, for some reason she can only mobilize the magic power contained in the Holy Grail, not the magic of the Holy Grail itself.

Although she created many things that should have been impossible with the help of the Holy Grail, there is no doubt that even if she possesses the power and magic of the Holy Grail, the Holy Grail does not belong to her.

In Oda Nobunaga's view, perhaps only by becoming the true winner of the Holy Grail War can one truly master the Holy Grail and completely hold the Holy Grail in her hands!

"Lord Nobunaga, the battle over there is almost over..."

The woman in white appeared silently behind Oda Nobunaga. No one noticed how she appeared, but the sword burning with black flames in Oda Nobunaga's hand immediately slashed towards her position.

Accompanied by the heavy sound of something rolling to the ground, Oda Nobunaga put away the sword in his hand and spoke in an extremely cold voice.

"I don't need you to arrange my schedule!"

Although they were in a cooperative relationship, Oda Nobunaga did not like the feeling of being guided by others, especially by this inhuman creature from foreign countries. Letting such a guy drive his actions was simply an insult to Oda Nobunaga's name!

After doing all this, Oda Nobunaga didn't worry about his actions changing the opinions of those around him. He strode towards the distant wall of fire with a calm expression. Behind him, there was no one, only some of the woman's accessories that had fallen on the ruins...

......

"What a miserable failure... Why not take things to the extreme? Do you really enjoy chatting?"

The flames gradually subsided, and Duanmu Ye, who had returned to his human form, seemed to have not changed at all, but anyone could tell from his pale face that something must have happened.

However, Sakamoto Ryoma, whose body began to turn into magical light spots and gradually dissipated, had already given up analyzing such changes. After all, his mission had been completed, and the calming of the war over there was the best proof of that.

As for whether Fujimiya Kujuku and Akasei Zoujou really succeeded in summoning that Saber...what does that have to do with him?

Ryoma Sakamoto chuckled with his hat brim lowered, and leaned on his back with Miss Arlong, who had fainted due to the loss of a large amount of mysterious concentration.

"Don't worry, my journey has ended here. After all, a weak Servant like me can only do this much."

Ryoma Sakamoto had no intention of struggling any further. From the moment his biggest trump card, Miss Arlong who had evolved into a perfect dragon, had her absolutely indestructible physical defense barrier broken, he had realized that no matter how he tried to find a way to defeat her, the ultimate result would only be his own defeat.

Sakamoto Ryoma was extremely relieved after his unforeseen exit. Ever since he was summoned here and knew that he would be facing Oda Nobunaga, the man who had unified turbulent Japan and ended the Warring States Period, he had been clear that his mission was merely to create some opportunities and gather some intelligence for the Servant who could truly defeat her.

And now, he has done the best he can. Even if the higher-ups blame him, he must have a very legitimate reason to explain it...

"I'll clear the way for you. If possible, could you please take care of them for me? Even though we've only known each other for less than a day, they're just children caught up in this war..."

Sakamoto Ryoma spoke almost pleadingly, but in fact, he knew very well that he would not get any response.

At this moment, Duanmu Ye was standing in the same place as he had thought. The large areas of burns on his body presented a horrifying sight, but if you looked closely, you could see that the burned parts were constantly wriggling and recovering as if they had self-awareness, and were repairing themselves at an extremely slow speed.

Whether this was the body's own repairing ability at work, or some other reason, Duanmu Ye had no idea. Now all he could think of was the pain that almost made him faint.

He no longer wore the yellow robe and was no longer using the Faceless Walker's disguise to describe his appearance. It could almost be said that he was still in his original body from head to toe. Except for being engulfed by the flames of Kthugya from the inside out, Duanmu Ye was now completely himself, an ordinary person.

The intense pain made his face extremely pale. Fortunately, he was able to remain completely lucid, although this was not something to be thankful for...

Having received no reply, Sakamoto Ryoma did not speak again. As if he had received a response from the silence, he could only pull the brim of his hat lower and lower until he could no longer see the other person's entire body, until his physical weakness could no longer be concealed, and then he heard a voice in his ears.

"May the best of luck..."

It was not the girl beside him who spoke, but he himself who spoke the words.

Even if it's just four short words, it's enough for Sakamoto Ryoma...

So he turned slightly, his figure faded so much that one could almost see the road behind him. It was at this moment that he uttered his last words in this Holy Grail War.

"Ciao~"

"..."

Duanmu Ye was silent. This line was actually what he wanted to say to Sakamoto Ryoma. After all, whether it was the identity of an alien or a winner, it fit him perfectly...

Duanmu Ye, who had clenched his fists, soon relaxed them and shuddered all over. The long period of pain had gradually made his body adapt to the pain and become numb.

Duanmu Ye naturally knew that if he forced his body into the Ketuguya mode a second time, it might be even worse than the current situation. If he just maintained the Ketuguya mode, he wouldn't have to worry about this problem, but...

"Duan, Duanmu! Are you okay?"

Van Gogh's voice is not much different from Yang Yuhuan's voice in purifying the soul. For Duanmu Ye, Van Gogh is more trustworthy and more "safe" than Yang Yuhuan.

Although the fragments of the Holy Grail have been used to stabilize Yang Yuhuan's spiritual foundation, Van Gogh, who is completely restrained under such flames, needs Duanmu Ye's attention even more.

Therefore, as he hurried over, his eyes, as clear and shining as sapphires, reflected the slightly hideous naked body, and there was an lingering shock on Van Gogh's face.

She stopped and slowly looked up. Although his body was severely burned, Duanmu Ye's head was completely intact. Not even a speck of dust from the sky had stained his hair...

Van Gogh bit her lower lip lightly. The slight pain made her return to rationality. She did not show the emotions caused by discovering the truth of the matter to Duanmu Ye.

At this moment, Duanmu Ye gently raised his hand. A large piece of skin was torn at the connection between his arm and torso, which had not fully recovered. However, as if he had made up for it, it became almost perfect.

He placed his hand on Van Gogh's head and smiled gently. In Van Gogh's hand was the picture of the falling white dragon in the daytime and the broken long sword.

Duanmu Ye did not speak at this moment. After a long silence, he put down his hand and looked at the fire path that could only accommodate one person.

"Let's go, Van Gogh. I'll take care of you from now on..."

Pipa, Flame, and Sun: Chapter 39: Yuhuan's sneaky arrival and Fujimiya Jiujiu's near-death experience

"No, no! These are things I should have done!"

That's right, Van Gogh could see his appearance before he transformed with the power of "The Faceless Walker". Because his physical condition was so bad, the disguise he could achieve was not to completely change into another person like before, but a partial change, with only that area having a very insignificant magical reaction.

It would be fine if she could use it to confuse others, but even if she didn't receive the protection of the Nobleman of Wind, and was still trapped in the flames like before, unable to use her own power...

Van Gogh thought, perhaps he would really be deceived by the mist covering Duanmu Ye's face...

At this moment, Duanmu Ye was trying his best to hide his almost disfigured face. Even the burns on his body were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. Those wriggling pieces of flesh and blood were helping Duanmu Ye repair his body.

But he still tried to prevent himself from being frightened by such a scene and from being hurt by the flames on his body, and endured such pain...

Van Gogh felt extremely guilty. Even though Duanmu Ye asked her to do something, all she could really do was paint a few pictures on the side. There was no chance for her to be considered helpful at all.

If she were stronger, if she were more powerful...would she not let Duanmu Ye rush to the front alone?

Obviously enduring pain is her strong point, but why...

Why......

Suddenly, Van Gogh, who was thinking with his head down, felt an abnormal breath coming from behind him. Although there was no malicious intent, Van Gogh still turned around suddenly.

Then, a black figure passed through her sight and pressed his hand tightly on her mouth, even her nose, leaving her no chance to breathe or even speak.

Van Gogh, who wanted to resist, blinked his eyes and stopped resisting the moment he saw the person coming. The other party carefully squatted down with her, forming a place where they would not be disturbed in the middle of the flames.

"Sh-!"

Yang Yuhuan put her hand on her lips, with a hint of panic and worry on her face, but she did not choose to say anything at the first time. Instead, she made a "hush" gesture to Van Gogh.

"Lady Yang Yuhuan? Why...shouldn't you be following Lord Li Shuwen and the others?"

Van Gogh was stunned. Although she had disobeyed Duanmu Ye's instructions and brought Yang Yuhuan into the army base without authorization, it could be seen from her last unauthorized action that Yang Yuhuan was actually very obedient and was a big shot who would never do anything extraordinary to disobey orders.

However, the Yang Yuhuan at this moment was not an illusion, nor was she the Yang Yuhuan that Duanmu Ye created using the power of the "Faceless Traveler".

But if it really was Lady Yang Yuhuan herself...why would she come here alone?

Van Gogh was very puzzled, while Yang Yuhuan, who had squatted down, raised her head again and looked around like an owl, making sure that there was nothing around that would be aware of her presence.