Chapter 1618 The brilliance of art shines in your hands
absurd.
This is the most intuitive emotion that two young men, Lawrence and Leonardo da Vinci, can feel at this moment.
"I said, Leonardo, are we... not dreaming now?" Lawrence pinched his face suddenly, and then felt a considerable degree of pain.
"Ouch!"
As for Leonardo, who was squatting next to him, he had no intention of teasing his friend at all, because he had already fallen into fear.
Creedy, that face, the face that could become the main theme of his nightmare, appeared again alive, and the undead on the gallows once again turned into a nightmare, smiling ferociously.
Even if the ferociousness is not directed at himself.
"Law, Lawrence...!"
He sat down on the ground and crawled behind Lawrence on his hands and knees, trying to hide Credy's figure in this way.
He succeeded, but also failed.
Because Creedy was still standing outside, and he was just hiding.
However, at least now, Creedy's target is not him.
...
"Creddy, you... are a complete villain!" Verrocchio put away the frivolous attitude he had had since being summoned, looking at his former student with regret and hatred in his eyes.
"Don't say that, teacher, even if I am like this, I still... want to get your praise."
Creedy raised one of his hands, and the dagger chiseled on the gemstone shield that Lawrence had erected shook slightly and flew back to Creddy's hand, with a sad expression on his face.
Real, very, very, sad expression.
"Teacher, you...have always cared about Leonardo and Lawrence? I know, it's not your fault, teacher, after all...they are so outstanding, just like the sun
, the sun, the same..."
"It's bright enough to block all other lights..."
A few strands of broken hair on the forehead obscured Creedy's eyes, making it difficult for Lawrence and Verrocchio to see Creddy's expression clearly.
"So, you think it's them who have blocked your light?" Verrocchio glared at Credi.
Even though countless years have passed, even though Verrocchio himself has passed away and is now being summoned as a Heroic Spirit to become a Servant, he still can't forget that unforgettable anger. Looking at Credi's face, the trial seems to still be there.
As the scene unfolded in front of his eyes, that beast of Suvart seemed to be pointing his finger at Creedy.
Credi heard Verrocchio's words and raised his head slightly, as if he didn't expect that Verrocchio would question him at this time.
"Creddy, my Creddy!" Verrocchio's expression was extremely distressed, "You were once a student that I was proud of, and I care about you as much as anyone else!"
"No less than Botticelli, no less than Ghirlandaio, and no more than Lawrence and Leonardo!"
"I am your teacher, I swear to the Lord, I -"
call out--
Click!!!
At the critical moment, Lawrence opened a shield made of gems in front of Verrocchio, blocking Credi's attack.
Just when Verrocchio was still saying something, Credi had already launched an attack.
Credi's dagger was less than one centimeter away from Verrocchio.
As long as Lawrence takes action a little later, Verrocchio will probably return to the Seat of Heroes.
Verrocchio looked at the dagger in front of him, his pupils trembling slightly.
"I'm not here...to listen to your excuses, teacher." Credi opened his bloodshot eyes hidden under his hair and looked at Verrocchio expressionlessly.
It made Verrocchio feel...like he had fallen into an ice cellar.
"I told you, I'm here to kill Lawrence."
Lawrence in the room could naturally hear Creedy's words, and felt a chill all over his body, and the hairs on his back stood up.
"Oh, if you can do it, just give it a try." Romani sneered and stared at Credi closely.
"Of course I can do it. In fact, I'm about to--go!" Creedy looked at Servant Lawrence, whose pseudonym was Romani, with a terrifying smile on his lips, and then the next moment,
It just disappeared in place.
"Don't think that this time, you can escape with your Noble Phantasm!"
"Up there!" Verrocchio's vision was quick enough to capture Credy's movement and he warned loudly.
Lawrence's pupils shrank sharply, grabbed Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand, and rolled away to the side.
--boom!!!
Creedy appeared where Lawrence had been standing just now, with an obvious knife mark on the wall next to him.
"——Leonardo, we, can't cause any more trouble here, let's——leave quickly!"
Lawrence and Leonardo Da Vinci, who were hiding in the room, knew that unlike the battle they had just faced against the Forbidden Soldiers, the current battle was definitely not something they could participate in. In order to temporarily save their lives, it was best to hide and avoid causing trouble.
Good choice.
"You don't really think that if you successfully killed me during that confrontation, you would be able to escape the fate of being hanged, right?" Lawrence had already fully deployed his magic barrier and looked at Clay with a sneer.
Di, gritted his teeth and said, "A pure scumbag like you - you don't deserve to live in this world at all!"
"Shut your mouth, Lawrence!!!"
call out--
Zheng!!!
Creedy waved the dagger in his hand and slashed at Lawrence.
Lawrence quickly covered his hands with gems and pushed them forward, trying to block Creedy's attack, but——
Ping!!!
An extremely clear voice sounded. Creedy's attack actually shattered the gem in Lawrence's hand, and... also cut off several of Lawrence's fingers, and even opened a hole in Lawrence's face.
The blood was flowing down Lawrence's face.
"Uh-"
Because of this blow, Lawrence took a few steps back before regaining his balance. Without thinking, he once again held up a gem shield in front of him.
One eyeball was chopped off by this bastard!
Lawrence understood this fact instantly.
"Miss Lawrence!" In an emergency, Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't even bother calling Lawrence by her alias anymore and shouted.
"Verrocchio's Noble Phantasm of Liberation!"
She ordered quickly.
"Then, let me show you the talent that gives you talent!"
There was light in Verrocchio's eyes, and a confident smile appeared on his face.
"The Creator gives man the ability to discover beauty, and what I discovered is the ability to create beauty!"
A canvas and a paintbrush appeared in his hands, and what reflected in his eyes was Lawrence's figure.
The hand draws smoothly on the drawing board, and the flow of light emerges.
"Then, humans, let's show off our talents!"
"[The brilliance of art shines in your hands] (Dare potere alle persone d'arte)!!!"