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

But this is just what he thinks. Even though he has mastered the "unknown" and "mystery" brought by this power, and even its characteristic that it requires special attacks that "threaten humans" to cause effective damage, he is not completely without rivals.

As for what was happening at this moment, Hitler had realized why the guy who came out with him did not attack him immediately, and he also realized why he stopped taking any action after realizing that his attack had no effect on him inside the Holy Grail.

From that time on, he had anticipated what would happen at this moment, and had already thought that if the Holy Grail was opened from the outside, he would definitely rush to break free from the constraints of the Holy Grail and return to this world he had always dreamed of.

It was precisely because he had anticipated such a future that he had begun planning the attack at that moment, an attack that could truly kill his current self.

"Germany will decide everything! And I will make the whole world remember me for a thousand years, or even longer!"

The rumbling thunder was accompanied by Hitler's roar above the clouds, which was his anger and struggle because he was unwilling to accept his failure.

The "human body" that seemed to have known that it would be devoured by him was gradually transformed into a sphere that existed for some unknown reason during the process of "digestion". And within that sphere that could not be completely "digested" was a demon that could not be ignored.

Lines of lava gradually seeped out from the surface of the sphere, forming clearly visible cracks that continued to fall...fall...in the darkness.

Nothing can be seen in the deep darkness, but in this dark space, there is a faint light rising like a firefly. It is the remnant of Hitler's spiritual base, and it is also the place it was given and needs to reach.

No one knows better than Duanmu Ye the disasters caused by the extension of his body. While maintaining its own form, it needs a carrier to exist, just like a parasite. Once it is separated from the host, there will be no chance to come back again. Once Hitler's spiritual base is destroyed, he will also lose the possibility of continuing to struggle.

What Duanmu Ye has to do is not only to solve the trouble caused by him, but also to solve Hitler, who is not a big trouble.

At this moment, as the cracks in the lava covered the entire sphere, it seemed that some kind of power that had been brewing for a long time was about to reach a critical point and erupt.

Hitler was angry because he felt that the power that had been completely destroyed just now was revived at this moment, and he also did not sit idly by and wait for death.

Originally, it was still dozens of meters away from filling the entire Imperial Capital Pit, but at the moment when the rolling thunder was heard, it surged violently like boiling hot water, quickly filling the "pit" that was used to restrict him from leaving.

At this moment, both Hitler and this twisted black thing shared a common desire: to leave this place. As long as they could leave this huge pit that seemed to be a grave prepared specifically for them, they would let anyone, regardless of their status, as long as they were human, or even non-human, as long as they were a thinking, independent carbon-based creature, be infected with his (its) will (body)...

As long as this is done, he (it) will be able to be reborn somewhere else!

Looking from the sky, there are no human beings within a hundred miles of the entire Imperial Capital Pit, but this does not mean that there are no "carriers" they need in the mountains and forests that are not covered by the rising karmic fire.

Time is of the utmost importance for both Hitler and Duanmu Ye. Whoever completes one part of their plan first will be the first to achieve victory.

Therefore, at this moment, both parties, having noticed each other's thoughts, tried their best to expand their advantages as much as possible within a few seconds, or even more than ten seconds. The black meat block that originally needed dozens of seconds to be completely filled and overflowed was now in the form of boiling liquid, and was about to spread out in just a few blinks of an eye.

The possibility of victory seemed to be within reach. Feeling that his body was about to break free from those damn shackles, Hitler's face was filled with a bright smile.

There is no doubt that he won this battle!

Filled with desire for victory, Hitler was extremely excited when he realized that he was about to successfully complete the transfer of consciousness and spiritual base before the flint could unleash enough power to kill him.

If he can successfully accomplish this for others, he will escape the imminent death and be resurrected in another place after he completely dispels his doubts about himself.

By then, we will be able to regroup and conquer the world, because as long as there is one German left alive, the war will continue!

"So, have you forgotten that your original goal was to feed all Germans with bread and milk?"

Suddenly, a voice inexplicably came into Hitler's mind. He was not unfamiliar with this voice, and it could even be said that he hated it to the core at this moment!

However, when Hitler wanted to conduct friendly and polite diplomacy with the owner of the voice, he raised his head and looked at him in the distance, only to find that Duanmu Ye was not looking at his position, but was always concerned about the Asians and Dutch people beside him.

However, these voices did not stop just because the other party had their backs to him. They came to his ears from all directions, and the words sounded like the whispers of gods and Buddhas. Even though Hitler did not believe in the existence of gods and Buddhas in the world, and even though he was a Catholic himself, this did not prevent him from opposing the existence of Christianity.

However, at this moment, the sounds coming from all directions made Hitler want to cover his ears with his hands, but when he raised his hands, they were pitch-black tentacles, and the shape of his hands could not be seen at all.

Hitler's pupils trembled violently. At this moment, he might have realized where these voices that tormented his heart all the time came from.

This power from that man is affecting his spirit and in turn posing a threat to his spirit.

"Despicable, despicable! Redists like you should freeze to death in that wasteland!"

Hitler's body changed slightly. A dark light seeped out from his body and gradually gathered on each pillar-like tentacle. In the blink of an eye, it quickly merged into a complete cylinder, which looked like the barrel of a tank, locking onto the Bayaki flying around him in the distance.

This light wave, which condensed all the remaining magic power of Tokyo's earth veins, even if it could not completely eliminate the man in front of him, would surely be able to eliminate the women around him who seemed to be powerless.

On the battlefield, everything was changing rapidly. In such a situation, there were actually two ordinary women...

Hitler had never been so convinced as he was now, that he might have really gone a little crazy...

But so what?

He will eventually win, whether it is here, in the Holy Grail War, or in the world war that is about to start again, he will win again!

The halo condensed at the end of the tentacle seemed to waver slightly, and in a moment, the light of magic began to bloom.

At the same time, Van Gogh's unbridled brushwork stopped for a moment, and a brand new painting appeared in front of her. Even though Van Gogh had fainted after finishing the painting due to the release of his high concentration, both Duanmu Ye and Yang Yuhuan, who were standing in front waiting, noticed the picture on the painting that had fallen to the ground and had not yet dried.

It was a red semicircle, as red as blood, but emitting a gradually orange color, like the light of the morning sun, or the afterglow of the setting sun.

This painting, which took more than twenty seconds to create, only had this pattern on it. Before Yang Yuhuan could understand it, Duanmu Ye pulled her over, knelt on one knee, and held Van Gogh on the ground in his arms.

Behind Duanmu Ye, Hitler, who was holding high a tentacle like a gun barrel and about to fire the final blow, suddenly felt something. It was as if something was strangling his throat, making him unable to make any sound or move. He paused for a second when he was about to pull the trigger of the magic cannon.

It was at this second that the flint that had been brewing for a long time stopped in the falling void. Immediately afterwards, more lava cracks appeared on the dark surface, like the lines that spread out when a volcanic eruption was caused by an earthquake. In an instant, an extremely dazzling light burst out, illuminating, or perhaps engulfing, all the darkness around it.

Crimson flames erupted from the dark giant's body. Burning from within, there was no chance of escape. In the blink of an eye, the flames spread from the bottom of the body to the head. The flames that seeped out from it illuminated the sky. The giant, which had already covered the entire Tokyo, turned into a sun made of fire, completely illuminating the sky of the Land of the Rising Sun...

Similarly, the Byager, who had no time to escape from the sky above Tokyo, suffered severe burns and turned into ashes almost instantly. At the last moment, it threw the three people on its back to the other side of the flames.

Duanmu Ye, who was thrown out, used his arms to wrap Yang Yuhuan and Van Gogh as much as possible, and even tore off the skin on his back to use as a cloak to block the flames.

Even so, Duanmu Ye couldn't change the fact that they were rapidly free falling in a certain direction...

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 66: The final escape?

As expected, Baiyaki's figure was engulfed by the flames that burst out from the darkness. Even though he had tried his best to fly out of the range that the explosion might affect in the previous ten seconds, everything happened too suddenly and quickly. Even Baiyaki could only escape from the core position that was most likely to be harmed by the explosion and flames. Outside the core, there was still an unknown extent of the range that could be covered.

At this moment, Yang Yuhuan, whose vision was obscured by the dazzling light, did not feel the unbearable high temperature like Duanmu Ye and Van Gogh. For her, everything around her always maintained the original temperature. Except for the cold wind she felt when she fell earlier, Yang Yuhuan did not feel any physical discomfort.

As the cracks gradually spread like veins on the dark giant's body, a dazzling light burst out, completely engulfing the black giant in the light. When Yang Yuhuan was thrown out by Baiyaki with a sudden brake, the last thing she saw was the scene of Baiyaki being completely engulfed by the light.

Then, her sight was blocked by a layer of black cloth. Even though she had the impression that the light should not be blocked by any substance, at this moment, the black cloth that unfolded before her eyes and became impenetrable under the effect of the light blocked her sight from seeing anything else.

Yang Yuhuan did not ask what the black cloth was, nor did she think about why it existed. Everything around her seemed to have been muted. In the process of being engulfed by the light, not a single sound was made, as if the world had lost everything.

For Duanmu Ye at this moment, the fact that neither Yang Yuhuan nor Van Gogh made any struggle or resistance at this moment made him feel a little relieved.

But at this moment, he was falling rapidly in a certain direction that was indistinguishable from east, west, south, and north. Due to the previous split, each reorganized cell in his body was not replenished in time. The lack of power resulted in Duanmu Ye being unable to use more of the authority brought by the "Nobleman of Wind" in the first place to take Yang Yuhuan and the others to make an emergency landing in a safer way.

At this moment, the impact from behind swallowed him up in a very short time. Even though he had used the power of "Hastur" on his skin in advance, facing the flower of fire bloomed by the power of the Burner that could burn everything, this power could only quickly regenerate after being destroyed, which was a repeated torture.

The smell of protein being burnt by high temperature kept entering the nasal cavity in this red and white space. The piercing burning sensation made Duanmu Ye feel unprecedented pain.

Even when he was thrown by Gilgamesh's treasure, even when he was cut by Miyamoto Musashi, Duanmu Ye never blinked. But at this moment, he peeled off his skin and turned it into a cloak that was enough to protect two people, tightly protecting Yang Yuhuan and Van Gogh. The burning sensation was transmitted through his skin to the depths of his soul again and again.

This feeling is like being thrown into an incinerator in an extremely passive state, and being treated as a dead body. It burns carelessly until it is completely reduced to ashes, and it will not stop so easily.

"..."

Silence, stillness. The passage of time could only be felt through the constant feeling of weightlessness as he continued to fall. It was as if the concepts of life and death only switched back and forth between the constant burning sensation and the weightlessness of falling. At this moment, Duanmu Ye could no longer think too much. All he could do was concentrate all his energy on his skin, and he didn't care whether Fan Gogh and Yang Yuhuan would feel uncomfortable because of the smell of blood beneath their peeled skin...

......

"Oh my, this is so lively... Luckily I ran out early. It's been so long since I used this kind of transformation spell that it's a little rusty..."

As if appearing suddenly, Nüba's figure appeared on the top of a hill. Behind her was a temple built on the hill. The words "Liudong Temple" could be vaguely seen hanging on the plaque at the temple gate.

And on her shoulder, there was a black figure struggling.

"What kind of place is this? Put me down! The teacher is still there! I want to go back!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Lan Lanfang's body was thrown to the ground very casually. At this moment, Nüba looked at Lan Lanfang with a slightly teasing look as she lay on the ground, with almost half of her clothes stuck to her burned flesh due to the sudden high temperature.

"That old man is already dead. Instead of thinking about him now, you should ask me if I can save you."

"Nonsense! The teacher is a martial arts master, he wouldn't be as terrible as you say!"

At this moment, Lan Lanfang tried her best to get up from the ground, but every twist of her body tore her clothes and bloody skin, forcing her to follow the warnings her body gave her and give up struggling to get up from the ground again and again. However, the unwillingness in her heart kept driving her to try to get up from the ground again and again.

Seeing this, Nüba was not annoyed. She just looked quietly at Lan Lanfang who was twisting her body and crawling with difficulty while gritting her teeth. She walked up quietly and squatted in front of Lan Lanfang who still did not struggle, and smiled knowingly.

"Yes, yes, he is a martial arts master, but why don't you take a look at this?"

Nüba's body is very small, even among minors, she is quite petite.

Lan Lanfang, who was half a head taller than Nüba, floated in the air inexplicably and flew into the sky with Nüba.

Immediately afterwards, a red sun that seemed to be the "sun" appeared in the sight of Lan Lanfang and Nüba. The heat wave that could almost be captured by the naked eye did not bring any substantial feeling to Lan Lanfang. However, Lan Lanfang, who had heard from Li Shuwen who this person next to her was, did not question why she had not been subjected to such scorching heat again.

Looking again, the sky in the distance was illuminated by day, forming a completely opposite picture with the darkness in the distance on the other side.

The rising "sun" was just standing there quietly in the distance, motionless. Just looking at that sun made her eyes feel extremely painful. She had even heard countless warnings in her mind telling her not to look directly at that "sun" again, but her eyes were locked there involuntarily, unable to move at all.

Immediately, this feeling was pulled away from Lan Lanfang's body, and her body fell down again like a kite with a broken string. The sun was blocked by the dense woods, and the not-so-cool wind blew through the gaps in the woods towards Lan Lanfang, who fell heavily to the ground, making her raise her head in extreme embarrassment.

"That's the sun we just faced?!"

Lan Lanfang opened her eyes wide. For some reason, the pain in her body miraculously disappeared after such a tragic fall.

But compared to such magical things, what Lan Lanfang cared about more was that the scene that was interrupted in the battle with Miyamoto Musashi was still fresh in her memory. Lan Lanfang only remembered that darkness enveloped everything around her, and even when a wave that looked like black slime was about to hit her and her teacher's heads, suddenly a light exploded in front of her eyes.

Then, she didn't know how she got here...

"Oh! Did you do all this?"

Lan Lanfang couldn't imagine how powerful Nüba and Hanba were, these mythical characters. Things like bringing the dead back to life and turning bones into flesh and bones must be just a piece of cake for them.

Of course, Lan Lanfang did not have such an idea. She wanted to ask the great Nüba to resurrect anyone. After all, this kind of matter of rescuing people from the underworld had to be asked to go to the Monkey King. Professional matters had to be done by professionals. Just like she could not feel the high temperature now, Lan Lanfang knew very well that all this was due to the actions of the Nüba who held this power beside her.

However, in response to this exclamation that seemed like a flash of inspiration, Nüba smiled calmly after returning to the ground.

"I am a criminal, and I haven't been released yet. Please don't torture me. I am powerless to create such a masterpiece..."

Nüba spoke with some resentment, but in between words, she broke off a chili pepper from her chest, and despite Lan Lanfang's immense resistance, she used the chili pepper to pry open her mouth and stuffed it in.

Immediately, Lan Lanfang's pale face instantly turned an extremely bright red, and even her body was emitting a considerable amount of steam at this moment...

At this moment, not only did the pain in the body disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye, but even the weakness of the soul and magic power were no longer weak at the same moment.

"What was that just now?! Was it an elixir?! It must be an elixir, right!"

"No, it's just the chili peppers used to make mapo tofu."

"..."

Lan Lanfang fell silent, and looked at Nüwa in front of her with an expression of "Are you serious?", but she finally accepted the fact that chili peppers could save lives, and swallowed back the "elixir version of chili peppers" that she wanted to spit out many times.

"So what are we doing here now?"

Lan Lanfang struggled to get up from the ground. Although she only turned her body to the side, when she was able to move a little, she touched the paper hidden inside her underwear with her hand and confirmed that it was not damaged by the flames like the other half of her body. Lan Lanfang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Therefore, at this moment, Lan Lanfang couldn't help but feel curious about what Nüba was going to do by bringing her to the dense forest on the mountain?

When asked this question, Nüba stood up from her squatting position, looked towards the east where she had been looking before, and put her raised finger to her lips while speaking with a smile.

"Don't worry, let him fly for a while..."

However, the moment the words fell, a flaming meteorite-like ball roared down from the sky and slammed heavily onto the flat ground beside Nüba, only a few meters away from her.

After the smoke dissipated, the very long slide appeared in Lan Lanfang's sight. As expected, the grass in the distance caught fire, but for some reason it did not continue to spread.

The straight line and the surrounding trees were reduced to countless debris by the impact, scattered all around. Lan Lanfang had never imagined such a thing would fall from the sky, nor had she imagined that the first thing to appear on such a path was not some special alien creature, but something like her, with two hands and two feet, and walking upright...

"Lady Yang Guifei?!"

Lan Lanfang blinked and looked at Yang Yuhuan in disbelief as she walked out of the scene composed of smoke, bushes and flames. She had thought of every possibility, but she had never thought that it would be Yang Yuhuan who walked out.

At this moment, Yang Yuhuan, who was coughing lightly as she walked out of the smoke formed by dust, also looked at Lan Lanfang in front of her and Nüba standing beside her with some confusion, and she knew her identity at a glance.

"You are... Lady Nüba!"

Yang Yuhuan blinked. The turbulence caused by falling from the sky made her still a little confused. She even rubbed her eyes when she saw Nüba again, unable to believe whether she was hallucinating.

But before Nüba could respond, Yang Yuhuan ran back to her original place as if she remembered something and disappeared in the dust and smoke.

When they walked out again, they were together with Van Gogh, supporting Duanmu Ye, and walked out from the center of the smoke and flames.

The moment he saw Nüba again, Duanmu Ye was slightly stunned, but soon he seemed to realize something and showed a relieved smile.

"No wonder they say you immortals love to watch shows. Even with something this big happening, you're still waiting here..."

Duanmu Ye's words made Nüba fold her hands, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised. She seemed to be looking at the other person in her eyes, and seemed to show some appreciation to him.

But under such scrutiny, Nüba did not forget to respond to Duanmu Ye's previous words.

"Like watching a play? Who said that?"

Nüba paused, then smiled in approval.

"Given the attitude above, it's really hard not to agree with such comments..."

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 67: The Price of Cleanup Is... Yang Yuhuan