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

The sound of sirens in his ears made Gilgamesh's face look a little confused. He finally lowered his arm that was raised towards the bottom of the mountain. Before the long siren arrived, he snorted coldly and gradually turned into a golden light and disappeared in the air.

The convoy of police cars that arrived shortly afterwards quickly cordoned off the scene. Like Kotomine Risei who got out of the car with him, they had no idea that they had just saved their lives.

"Well, what an exaggerated pothole..."

A young police officer sighed as he looked at the bottomless pit. Even Kotomine Risho, who had just returned from the Tohsaka family after failing to get reinforcements, couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

Almost half of the mountain was blasted into a bottomless hole by an unknown object. Although the forest fire that burned everything has been extinguished a lot under the action of rain, there is no gas or even natural gas in the mountain. What kind of reason should be used to cover up the past?

You have to know that this is only the beginning of the Holy Grail War. Not long ago, he fooled Rider about the damage caused by "someone maliciously placed lightning rods, causing lightning to strike near the Fuyuki Bridge." But he never thought that in the less than a quarter of an hour when he went to discuss future countermeasures with Tohsaka Tokitoki, he caused such a terrible disaster again.

"Father Risei, I remember there wasn't any gas connection to the city from this mountain. A lightning-induced wildfire shouldn't have caused such a large cavity. Also, there were reports of repeated flashes of light illuminating the sky here. Many people believe it was an alien attack."

"You guys have really watched too much special effects. It's just a series of wildfires caused by a meteorite falling. What aliens? Do you think there are giants of light?"

As expected of a priest of the Eighth Secret Society and a supervisor of several Holy Grail Wars, Kotomine Ri always has a very tricky explanation for these sudden mysterious events.

"But Father, some people say they saw a huge wheel of light with something like a sword sticking out of it..."

Perhaps because this young police officer had just arrived, he seemed to be particularly serious about the contents of those reporting calls.

Yanfeng Lizheng didn't say anything, but picked up a yellow flower that had not yet burned completely from the ground. Even the burnt part was still oozing out a juice similar to oil.

"This is Chijela, a Rutaceae plant. Under high temperatures, it secretes a volatile oil and spreads pollen around, which has a mild hallucinogenic effect. Because it's so rare, it's only recorded in a few ancient books. I've only seen it occasionally."

What is Chijela? It is just a cover he used to cover up the truth. It is just a word that suddenly came to his mind and was made up casually.

Throwing aside the unknown flower he picked up, and looking at the police officers around him who were handling the scene in an orderly manner, Yan Fengli looked at the young police officer who was still standing beside him without taking any action with some curiosity.

"You're not a regular team member in this outfit, are you? What's your last name?"

"As expected of a priest, you're truly knowledgeable! And my last name is Tsuburaya, and I'm a photographer. My family elders said that following the police force would help me gather more material for film and television, so I'm kind of a temporary recorder for the police force!"

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Just a quick link, it shouldn't be eaten by Green Corpse Cold, right?

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 20: Someone's defense is broken, I won't say who it is

The rain beat against the windows recklessly, misting the windows of the luxurious villa hidden in the mountains.

"My king, your heroic fighting spirit is so dazzling that I am worried..."

"Oh, a subject should do his duty. Are you worried that I won't be able to kill that rat on the spot before those foolish subjects notice the danger?"

In the quaint room, Tohsaka Tokichi placed his jeweled crutch on the ground and knelt on one knee with a look of panic on his face. It was not difficult to hear from the Golden King's mouth that he was filled with anger that was hard to conceal. At this moment, Tohsaka Tokichi could not help but feel curious about what kind of servant could make it difficult for the Hero King, who was supposed to be the strongest in this ceremony, to control.

"Respected King, please forgive my overstepping my bounds as a subject. This is merely the first stage of the ritual. If those who covet your treasure were to launch a despicable sneak attack while you are engaged in battle, and if these despicable and sinister individuals were to have the opportunity to retrieve the Holy Grail, it would be a loss."

Tosaka Tokitoki lowered his head. In front of the Golden King, it seemed that if he just looked up at him or said an insignificant word, his life would be taken away.

It was precisely because of this that, thinking that only the Command Seals could be used to maintain the relationship between the ruler and his subjects, Tōsaka Tokitoki regarded the Command Seals in his hand as a life-saving talisman, and he only allowed himself to use two of them. The last one was to be used to commit Gilgamesh's suicide no matter what happened!

"Hmph, they're just a bunch of scattered rats. I'll destroy as many of these rabble-rousers as I can! However, that Caster was a little beyond my expectations..."

"Shichen, the king allows you to stand up!"

Gilgamesh's words were like an absolute order. Tōsaka Tokitoki stood up from the ground without delay and immediately saw a shocking scene.

He had wanted to ask Shichen to investigate the information about Caster, but after seeing the fear and shock in Shichen's eyes, Gilgamesh showed some displeasure on his face.

"Shichen, what's with that expression on your face? I don't think I've allowed you to look at my face!"

"No, no, my king, your face..."

The extreme fear made Tohsaka Tokitoki's voice tremble. He lowered his head immediately, but his heart still couldn't calm down for a long time.

Gilgamesh raised his hand to his cheek after hearing these words, and when he looked back into his sight, there was a hint of bright red in his hand.

Blood? Whose blood?

Is it him? Is he injured?

Because he was not aware that he was injured, his body could not heal itself. After he realized it, the bright red on his fingertips began to turn into a magical light and disappeared without a trace.

With a little shock, he covered his cheek with the hand that had wiped the blood, and the low sneer he had uttered gradually turned into a loud laugh as he thought about it.

Toosaka Tokitoki didn't dare to look up, as murderous intent seemed to be gradually surging from that unbridled laughter.

"Shichen, go investigate Caster's identity. If you can't find out, I won't mind crushing this tiny place along with him!"

As he spoke, Gilgamesh's figure gradually disappeared in the room. He had no idea where Gilgamesh, who possessed A-rank solo capabilities, would go. At this moment, Tōsaka Tokitoki breathed in the air with a sense of relief. The fact that Caster in this ceremony could actually hurt the king filled him with inexplicable fear.

Because, in the memories that Gilgamesh had voluntarily shared, he saw it, saw the aura veil that was even more advanced than the Assassin summoned by Kotomine Kirei, saw the ghostly figure that looked like the face of the god of death.

Neither Assassin nor Caster is scary. What is scary is Caster, who has hardly revealed anything and at the same time possesses Assassin's abilities.

No one knows whether Caster will imitate Assassin and carry out assassination next, or continue the head-on confrontation. At this moment when everyone is in danger, Caster even has the ability to hurt Gilgamesh without knowing it.

He had thought that the oldest hero king Gilgamesh was invincible, but he never imagined that someone would summon such a being.

"This immersive memory is truly terrifying..."

......

Outside the yellow house washed by rain, an ordinary figure opened the door with a key. The next moment he gently closed the door, the key chain fell to the ground unconsciously.

"M, Master!"

Sensing the movement at the door, Van Gogh pushed the door open and ran down, covering her mouth with her hands. What was reflected in her sky-blue eyes was a figure that was constantly twisting on the ground.

Countless bizarrely shaped tentacles extended continuously out of the body like overflowing water, and countless wounds that could not be distinguished as sword wounds or gunshot wounds were all gushing out such twisted things at this moment.

It wasn't just the octopus-like tentacles, but all the tentacles of any living creature were surging and twisting outward at this moment. It could be said that the person lying on the ground could no longer be called a human, but some kind of "monster."

After entering the house, the noise gradually subsided, and was far less intense than when he first released his transformed state. Only after all his wounds were healed and his human form was restored did Duanmu Ye stand up with the help of Van Gogh.

"I'm sorry for letting you see such a bad picture."

Duanmu Ye knew very well that in the previous wave of attacks before he used the Mountain-Slaying Sword, Gilgamesh had already thrown a lot of B-level treasures. Unable to evade them, he could only use the healing ability of the Yellow House to exchange injuries for injuries.

Rather than being a disguise, the yellow cloak was more of a part of his body. The treasures endowed with the "guaranteed hit" property seemed to have only penetrated the cloak, but his flesh was actually hurt.

As for what changes had occurred to the wound that had just appeared on his body, Duanmu Ye understood that his appearance could no longer be called a "human".

"That's not the case! It's because Van Gogh doesn't have much combat ability, so I let you, Master, fight and get hurt..."

Van Gogh felt very guilty. When she saw Duanmu Ye become "that appearance", her eyes turned slightly red.

"Can I see your paintings?"

The physical weakness did not recover so quickly. Duanmu Ye forced a smile towards Van Gogh. At this moment, he really wanted to know whether the painting of Gilgamesh had made any progress after the close encounter just now.

With Van Gogh's support, she arrived at her room, which was still as clean and tidy as she remembered. Duanmu Ye quickly set her sights on the golden painting on the drawing board, the paint of which had not yet completely dried.

Compared to the blurry Iskandar, the canvas with Gilgamesh on it now depicts his delicate facial features with extremely clear oil painting. Of course, it is only the details of the head, and the golden armor underneath is still extremely blurry.

"Eh? That's weird, there were some just now."

Van Gogh's puzzled voice made Duanmu Ye tilt his head to look at her, and then his eyes widened at her explanation.

"When I first finished it, I subconsciously added a touch of red paint to the face. Because I diluted it too much, a little bit of the red paint fell off, just to the left of the face. Why is it gone now?"

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We'll update together tomorrow night~ (It's not just to save some manuscripts TAT)

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Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 21: Draw What You Think? What a weird mechanism, so scary!

In his recent encounter with Gilgamesh, Duanmu Ye knew from the beginning that he had no chance of escape, and the only possible way to escape would be to summon him in the opposite direction of the Command Spell.

However, using three Command Spells would be considered a forced exit, so it would be a pity to waste them on this.

Therefore, amidst the many near-death brushes, as Gilgamesh said, he was using his abilities again and again, becoming more proficient and more integrated with them, as if they originally belonged to him.

As for how he escaped from Gilgamesh's lock, Duanmu Ye could no longer remember the specific details. He only knew that an ancient city, a star, and a yellow flower swaying in the wind under the star in the ancient city suddenly appeared in his mind.

When he came to his senses, he had already blended into the crowd with the help of the Faceless Walker, and with the protection of the Yellow House, he suppressed the things that seemed to be about to burst out of the wound at any time.

The act of exchanging injury for injury and life for life did not really threaten Gilgamesh. Just before he was about to chop off his head with the sunflower, he was blocked by the axe forged by the gods.

However, this was only what Duanmu Ye thought before. At this moment, listening to Van Gogh's questions and fixing his eyes on the extremely clear face of Gilgamesh, Van Gogh's abilities seemed to be truly revealed at this moment.

“Can I still paint it now?”

As if to confirm something, Duanmu Ye looked at Van Gogh beside him.

"I...I'll try..."

Van Gogh responded and walked cautiously towards the easel. The petals and paintbrush that appeared out of thin air in her hands seemed to be what she should have as a "heroic spirit".

Leaning on the edge of the bed, Duanmu Ye felt a little sleepy as he watched Van Gogh fiddling with something in front of the easel. It was as if he had taken a bottle of sleeping pills, and a reassuring peace continued to come from the depths of his soul.

"Master...Master?"

Amidst the calls and pushes, Duanmu Ye's consciousness, which was about to leave, was suddenly pulled back. He saw the orange-haired girl who was very close to him. The latter seemed to realize the close distance between them, and she suddenly retreated backwards like a frightened rabbit.

"Um...I'm sorry..."

Van Gogh kept rubbing his arms, lowered his head and glanced to the side, and apologized weakly.

"It's okay, Van Gogh. How's the painting?"

Being awakened was not a big deal from the beginning. Compared to being awakened by a beautiful girl, Duanmu Ye was actually more concerned about whether he could make changes to the painting and then have the changes reflected on himself without any contact with Gilgamesh.

As if he had sensed this thought, Van Gogh, who was already a little weak, lowered his head even lower.

"I can't do it... The subsequent paint can't be added on top at all. I can't even add paint..." Van Gogh drooped his head, but suddenly raised it as if he had a sudden thought. "But when Van Gogh subconsciously left the mark on the painting, he was conscious! Van Gogh saw many possibilities, and finally his body reacted!"

Duanmu Ye:?

"Wait, you mean you see many possibilities?"

Duanmu Ye's sleepiness was completely swept away at this moment. There was no doubt that what Van Gogh said was beyond his understanding.

"Yes... When you attacked that Gilgamesh, many possibilities came to my mind. For example... for example, you missed, were counterattacked, were intercepted... and there was also the possibility that you only succeeded in hitting that Gilgamesh, leaving a mark on his face..."

Duanmu Ye:?

In fact, Duanmu Ye knew very well that he did not hit Gilgamesh, and as Van Gogh said, being intercepted by Gilgamesh really happened to him.

However, Van Gogh's words were more resolute than ever. If it was really as she said, she could paint some of the possibilities of attack through her battles with those servants, and then give feedback to the original body by leaving traces on the paintings, then to some extent, as long as she kept creating possibilities, even Gilgamesh at full power could have his head chopped off?

What a weird concept mechanism, so scary!

Duanmu Ye felt extremely relieved that the power of Van Gogh's paintings was gradually coming to light. Although he had replaced Van Gogh as the possession of the Outer God, as long as he could find a way to survive this Holy Grail War, he could easily get rid of these things, then move back to China and find a place to stay. Except for going out to buy things, he would never leave home again.

What if one day you open the door and find yourself in another Holy Grail War set, and the servant is an Outer God character, then you will probably doubt whether you really have to go out through that door?

Looking at the serious girl in front of him again, Duanmu Ye was pulled back to reality from his fantasy of a beautiful future life. He took a deep breath and forced himself to stand up from the bed.

"Master, are you still going out?"

Van Gogh immediately supported the staggering body, his face full of worry.

"Yes, although this Holy Grail War has just begun, it is precisely for this reason that I must seize that Berserker from the Matou family. With that knight already losing his mind and the Master suffering from kidney deficiency, they are probably the easiest to control in the entire Holy Grail War."

Berserker Lancelot, the Berserker summoned by the Matou family this time, was driven into deeper madness due to the interference of Matou Zouken. The strongest knight who was originally summoned with the Berserker job was driven into deeper madness.

Both the Water Priest and the Martian Flower have skills that are miraculously effective against those with lower sanity. Judging from the current intelligence, capturing and controlling Berserker, making him a shield to approach Gilgamesh, may be the key to victory in the Holy Grail War at this moment.

To a certain extent, Matou Kariya, who has always wanted to obtain the Holy Grail, is actually the participant with the least hope of winning the Holy Grail. His probability of winning is probably lower than that of the Chinese national football team defeating Japan.

This is also the reason why we have to go to the Matou family and take them by surprise when the Einzbern participants have not yet entered the scene and other participants are busy analyzing intelligence.

However, just as he stood up and walked out of the door, Van Gogh gently pulled the corner of his clothes.

The girl was already petite and her strength was no different from that of an ordinary person, but Duanmu Ye stopped in his tracks, and Van Gogh's voice murmured behind him.

"Rest, Master... That's enough for today. Van Gogh doesn't want to see you injured anymore..."