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

"Since you were able to break through the barrier of human nature and come here, it means that you have an anchor here that you rely on for survival. Why don't you think carefully about why you came here and what led you here?"

Nüba's words were like a bolt from the blue, shocking Van Gogh's heart, but when he looked at Duanmu Ye in front of him, he couldn't help but calm down.

"But that house has been destroyed."

He has no way out. What he has to do now is to gamble. He gambles that his ability to open the door and travel to another place to participate in the Holy Grail War is not limited to a certain house. As long as he opens something that isolates the space at any time, he can be sent to another time and space.

However, such a bet was naturally based on the premise of keeping Yang Yuhuan by his side. Even if he failed in the end, he would not continue to stay on this island where he had no emotional belonging.

This was a gamble that only Duanmu Ye himself knew clearly. He didn't dare to promise anything to anyone, but he couldn't deny that he really wanted to survive, and to take them with him!

At this moment, he was asked to make the decision to give up on someone. He honestly knew he couldn't do it...

"It's true that the house is gone, but who of you said that house was an anchor point?"

Nüba smiled indifferently and then spoke again.

"Both you and the two girls beside you were summoned by the Holy Grail and ley lines of this island. The ritual of the Holy Grail War has ended. If this island disappears, how long will your connection last?"

"So, instead of making both sides unhappy, it's better to save yourself the worry and seek peace on one side!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a soup spoon emerged from behind Nüba and flew into the air like a flying sword. The next moment, Nüba held it tightly in her hand and waved it towards Yang Yuhuan.

Yang Yuhuan did not dodge at all. Even though the attack was very close to her, she had no intention of retreating or dodging.

Just now, she heard words that she had never heard before and never expected to hear. Those words were enough to make her choose to sacrifice herself at all costs at this moment.

But just as Duanmu Ye said just now, he would not allow such a thing to happen in front of him. Even when Nüba's attack had arrived, Duanmu Ye still waved his weak arms and knocked it to the other side in the first time, protecting Yang Yuhuan behind him.

A dull crashing sound was heard at this moment, followed by the crisp sound of some metal object falling to the ground.

It was not the seemingly soft and boneless arm that knocked the soup spoon away, but Duanmu Ye's entire body.

Duanmu Ye knew that his current arm strength alone was not enough to stop any attack from an immortal like Nüba. It could even be said that he had no possibility of winning after fighting with her from the very beginning, not even the slightest chance of winning.

But it was this collision that made Duanmu Ye open his eyes wide and look at Nüba in front of him in disbelief, as if he wanted to see something from her eyes or even her expression.

Duanmu Ye was destined to be disappointed. There was no emotion expressed on Nüba's smiling face with squinting eyes. Even her eyes were squinting so that one could not see the emotions behind them.

How could that spoon fall?

If that spoon was a serious attack, why did it fall to the ground?!

Questions kept popping up at this moment, and all of this stemmed from Nüba's attitude at the moment.

She... was not the kind of person who was extremely determined to attack Yang Yuhuan to death. Otherwise, how could the spoon in her hand be knocked to the ground so easily?

Duanmu Ye was stunned. He naturally regarded Nuba as the enemy. Even though he knew that he had no chance of defeating her, he still had no intention of retreating.

However, the fact is that he easily knocked Nüba's "weapon" to the ground, which is almost impossible for an immortal, a mythical figure without any consumption.

All Duanmu Ye could think of was that she had not been as serious as he imagined from the beginning, or perhaps she had never even had the idea of ​​doing such a thing from the beginning.

But soon, Duanmu Ye realized something was wrong.

His body was frozen in place, unable to do anything except breathe, unable to even move a finger.

"Hehe, it's just a low-level immobilization technique. Even though I haven't used it in a long time, it still seems to be quite effective."

"..."

Not only was his body frozen, but even his ability to speak was blocked. Duanmu Ye, whose whole body was frozen at a point in time, could only watch as Nüba walked around him, walked behind him, and left the end of his sight with the sound of footsteps, slowly going away.

"Have you really made your decision?"

Walking in front of Yang Yuhuan, Nüba spoke again.

At this moment, Yang Yuhuan broke free from the restraints of her body and spoke softly.

"If I give him my spirit core, will his body recover?"

Nüba nodded, acknowledging Yang Yuhuan's inquiry.

"After I lose my power, will the sun disappear?"

Nüba nodded again, with great seriousness and affirmation.

Yang Yuhuan pursed her lips, thought for a moment, and then looked at Van Gogh who was not far away from her.

“After I leave, can they really return to where they should be?”

Nüba did not respond immediately, but glanced at Duanmu Ye who was struggling behind her and smiled indifferently.

"Of course, everyone will return alive to where they belong."

After he finished speaking, Yang Yuhuan was silent for a while, and finally nodded slightly.

"let's start."

Nüba did not answer, but raised her hand, which she had just put away because of Duanmu Ye, and placed it on Yang Yuhuan's chest. She effortlessly reached into her chest until her entire palm was swallowed up.

Yang Yuhuan felt as if something was moving away from her body. It could be magic, life, or even something else...

This feeling was very short-lived, and her consciousness came to an abrupt end as if it had been cut off. Even her body fell backwards powerlessly at this moment and was caught by Van Gogh.

Duanmu Ye, who had broken the immobilization spell, wanted to stop all this from happening, but when he raised his hand towards Nüba, Nüba had already taken a ball of dark blue flame from Yang Yuhuan's chest and stuffed it squarely into his chest.

Then, Duanmu Ye saw a huge white jade palace appear in his sight, and before his eyes was a sun emitting a crimson halo, which appeared in his eyes...

Biwa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 69: Okita Souji's "Rebellion"

Two things that shouldn't overlap appeared in front of Duanmu Ye as if they were supposed to be like this.

The palace built of white jade is magnificent and huge, hidden in the layers of clouds, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion. Only behind these layers of huge palaces, the huge halo that almost carries the entire field of vision can be seen.

This is......

what happened?

The feeling of his body floating made Duanmu Ye feel uncertain about the things in front of him. This scene that could only appear in an illusion now seemed extremely reasonable to appear before his eyes.

Duanmu Ye tried hard to recall what had just happened, but he only remembered that Nüba pulled something out of Yang Yuhuan's body and stuffed it into his chest just as he was about to approach her...

Could it be Yang Yuhuan’s spirit core?

But how could such a thing happen?

Duanmu Ye was stunned. In his impression, if a Servant's spirit core was taken away, he would undoubtedly die. If the magic power that constituted the Servant's body was regarded as the shell of an exquisite machine, then the existence of the spirit core was equivalent to the core of that exquisite machine.

No matter what the reason is for the spirit core to leave the body, even if it is not destroyed, it will inevitably cause indelible damage to its body, and it can almost be said to be a fatal situation.

Therefore, Duanmu Ye refused to let such a thing happen from the beginning. In his opinion, taking out the spirit core and handing it over to himself was nothing more than letting Yang Yuhuan die in exchange for his own survival. As for whether the "Ktugeya" in the distance would stop at this point, perhaps it would really be as Nüba said, because of Yang Yuhuan's death, it would lose the source of power and disappear from the world.

Just now...

Duanmu Ye fell into silence. The scene of Yang Yuhuan's body falling weakly was still vivid in his mind. At this moment, after frowning and holding his breath for a moment, Duanmu Ye put aside the anger in his heart and looked fixedly at the city in the clouds in front of him, and behind this huge city, the extremely conspicuous sun halo as huge as a planet.

The center of the red halo was as bright as day, and countless flames that could be seen with the naked eye were constantly lingering above it, rising and falling in an extremely regular manner like the breathing of some creature.

There was nothing there, no fairies, no immortals, only the "Baiyunjing" in the poems appeared before his eyes.

This is an illusion. To be more precise, it is woven by part of Yang Yuhuan's spiritual foundation and his body's connection with external gods. It is similar to some kind of real illusion.

The halo behind Bai Yujing was Ktugeya himself. Perhaps his true form was even more terrifying than what Duanmu Ye saw at this moment, but there was no doubt that the one Duanmu Ye was meeting at this moment was the "Emperor of Heaven Ktugeya" in Yang Yuhuan's heart.

The dull sound was like the sound of a huge bell coming from afar. After it gently passed over the area where Duanmu Ye was, what remained was a rustling sound that sounded like a whisper, as if someone was whispering something in his ear.

The way of meeting the gods was different from before. Here, apart from the magnificent palace made of clouds, there was nothing else. But compared to the desolation when he met Hastur on the star Aldebaran, in this illusion, Cthugha really had some divinity at this moment.

"..."

An atmosphere of silence spread at this moment. Duanmu Ye felt helpless because he found that his body still could not move forward at all. Even though he was in the illusion, he had no possibility of moving.

The frozen body was like being nailed to a wooden board, unable to move. But when he realized that his situation and everything at the moment were an illusion, the distant halo expanded a little in Duanmu Ye's sight.

No, that was not a literal expansion, but a close approach. My attention just now was not completely focused on the incarnation of the god, so I didn't have too many thoughts about his changes.

At this moment, the red sun was getting closer and closer to her. With every breath, the red sun would get closer and closer to her. Even the white jade palace that built this illusion was being devoured by the red sun that was constantly approaching her.

Countless clouds were illuminated by the light and turned blood red. The scorching sun devoured everything in its path without mercy, and in an instant swallowed Duanmu Ye into its body.

In an instant, Duanmu Ye saw countless tiny suns, like cell walls, active within this giant sun. But as they continued to approach, those originally extremely tiny suns gradually became equally huge suns and swallowed him up, over and over again...

Those small suns kept devouring him like nesting dolls. At some point, an eye appeared on the small suns, and they all swarmed up.

The nothingness and darkness were like the soul floating in the void after losing consciousness, causing Duanmu Ye to lose control of his body.

Immediately, Duanmu Ye suddenly sat up from the ground, breathing in the air which was a little cold for him at the moment.

The dawn light in the sky overlapped with the "sun" in his memory. He instinctively wanted to react, but what caught his eye again was Yang Yuhuan's concerned gaze.

"Um, um...are you okay?"

"who are you?"

Duanmu Ye blinked, and the black-haired girl in his sight was obviously a little flustered.

"I, I am Taizhen!"

"..."

Duanmu Ye did not answer, but just kept looking at Yang Yuhuan in front of him, as if he wanted to confirm her authenticity, but in the end his gaze stopped on the extremely blurry red figure behind Yang Yuhuan.

"Nuba, what's going on? Having the soul core removed from the body is equivalent to destruction. The Holy Grail War is over, and even the Greater Holy Grail no longer exists. It's not logical for a Servant to stay!"

When asked this question, Nüba turned around and laughed unhappily.

"See, I told you that instead of seeing you intact, the first thing he must have thought when he woke up was that you had returned to heaven."

Yang Yuhuan, who was also looking at Nüba, had a helpless expression, but she had to admit that for a moment just now, she really returned to Mawei Slope in her memory and to the "Heavenly Palace" in her memory, but she did not see the "Emperor of Heaven" whom she had no impression of.

It was a normal procedure to return to the Throne of Heroes, but Yang Yuhuan had no idea why she woke up to find herself wrapped in a quilt with Van Gogh, while Duanmu Ye was carelessly thrown on the ground and no one cared about him.

No matter how she asked Nüba what happened, Nüba always gave her only one answer...

[Wait until your lover wakes up before we talk]

And now, Duanmu Ye has indeed woken up, but the questions in Yang Yuhuan's heart have not been answered, just like Duanmu Ye's.

In response to this, Nüba looked in the direction of Duanmu Ye with a bit of suspicion, as if she was thinking about something, and finally spoke helplessly.

"Have you truly forgotten or are you just pretending to forget? You gave this girl the fragment of the Holy Grail. You even gave that Dutch girl, whose physique is no different from that of an ordinary person, a fragment of the Holy Grail..."

Nüba admitted that she had been feeling very suffocated for the past few hundred years. She couldn't cause any trouble or do anything else due to the interference of rules and regulations. Even if she escaped here, she still couldn't escape the eyes of those old guys in the Spiral Hall.

Of course, he didn't do anything. He could even say that he had made a great contribution by "killing" an out-of-area descender for the organization. Solving this problem might have an impact, or even affected the disaster in China. No matter how you look at it, it can be considered a great achievement.

As for why Miss Yang Yuhuan, who had taken the spirit core but hadn't disappeared, and Mr. Duanmu Ye, who had carried all the magic power of the "sun" and hadn't exploded to death, were still asking me questions like nothing had happened...

Nüba just felt that her acting skills were a little too good. That was obviously not her area of ​​expertise. Why did this seemingly smart man reveal such a stupid look?

Just as these words were spoken, Duanmu Ye and Yang Yuhuan suddenly realized and said "Oh".

Duanmu Ye was also a little puzzled. Why did he forget that he had obtained the fragments of the Holy Grail and gave them to the three people present...four people?

"Strange, where are Fujimiya Kujuku and Okita Souji?"

Duanmu Ye blinked. It seemed that he had not seen them since he came back, whether it was Fujimiya Kyuju or Okita Souji.

But soon, a subtle sound coming from behind attracted Duanmu Ye to turn his head.

"Now that you're awake, it's time to have the final say as agreed!"

Breaking away from the tree trunk she was leaning on, with the still unconscious Fujimiya Kyuju and the barely alive Akasei Zoujou beside her, Okita Souji appeared in front of Duanmu Ye.

A tense atmosphere quietly spread at this moment, and Nüba sighed helplessly.

"She arrived just as you passed out, and she's been waiting here ever since."

Looking at Okita Souji who was walking towards him, Duanmu Ye, who didn't quite understand why his physical condition was unexpectedly good, immediately stood up and wanted to call on the power of the Noble Prince of Wind, but a ball of fire inexplicably appeared in his hand.

But before he could react, Okita Souji had stopped less than seven steps in front of him and gave a puzzling smile.

"If it were me from before, I might have said something like this to you right now..."

Okita Souji smiled indifferently and looked at the man in front of her, but at this moment she had no intention of drawing her sword.

"You were indeed one of my missions, the one who killed me, and one of the main culprits who caused that disaster. But this cannot conceal the fact that you saved my Master and fulfilled the agreement between you two. Nor can it conceal the fact that your presence did prevent that disaster from continuing to develop. Reasonably and emotionally, I have no reason to declare war on you."

Duanmu Ye was stunned by what Okita Souji said. In his memory, it was around one in the morning, but now the sun was rising, which meant there was a blank period of five to six hours.

He had no idea what happened during this period...

Therefore, at this moment, Duanmu Ye couldn't help but ask a question to Okita Souji in front of him.

"Is that your answer, or the answer of inhibition?"