Simonetta was almost cut in half by Lorenzo's sword, but under the influence of Lawrence's Noble Phantasm, the separated flesh and blood grew back.
"......well?"
Simonetta was still a little confused. The pain caused by the slash had not yet been reflected through the nerves to the brain, and her wound had already healed.
"Well done Simon-chan, next time, it's up to me!"
Da Vinci, who was standing next to Simonetta, smiled, his eyes serious, and used the magic power in his hand.
"[Uomo Universale]!!!"
The trembling treasure phantom, which was like a black hole and made of pure magic power, escaped from Leonardo da Vinci's control. He knelt down on one knee towards the Demonic Pillar Phorcas and supported it with the long sword in his hand.
Lorenzo flew over his body.
"hateful--"
Lorenzo clutched his chest and struggled to free himself from the confusing effect of Simonetta's Noble Phantasm. What he felt was severe weakness again. He wanted to stand up, but he couldn't even hold the sword in his hand.
Trembling.
The Demon Pillar Phorkas beside him was also trembling and roaring, struggling to resist the feeling of weakness caused by Lawrence's Noble Phantasm.
"Oh oh oh oh------"
Yes, is it over?
Obviously I have just arrived at this place...!
I have clearly determined my facts and have been working hard for it, so am I going to lose to this group of people who have destroyed my ideal world?
But no matter what Lorenzo thought, Da Vinci's Noble Phantasm had gradually come closer.
"Uh-ahhhhh!!!"
He used his last bit of strength, raised the long sword that represented the king of Florence in his hand, and slashed at the [Almighty Man], trying to make a final struggle.
Ping——
He did hit the ball of light.
Buzz——
Buzz buzz——————
boom!!!!!!
...
"Can this be considered... the end?"
Lawrence half-knelt on the ground and did not stand up. The feeling of weakness caused by the liberation of the Noble Phantasm was a problem she could never overcome.
Maybe it can be overcome in the future.
With the help of Fujimaru Ritsuka's Command Seal, the already terrifying power of Leonardo da Vinci's Noble Phantasm increased its destructive power to a higher level. A huge hole was blown out of the entire central square of Florence.
It seemed as if the towering Demonic Pillar had disappeared, leaving only thick smoke and dust, as if it would not dissipate for a long time.
"...Although I also want to confirm this fact, but, no."
Matthew's somewhat difficult voice came from the communicator.
The smoke fell, and Lorenzo appeared in the eyes of everyone in Chaldea.
Lorenzo trembled and looked at the tissue wrapped around him that looked like a demon pillar.
He did hit Da Vinci's Noble Phantasm. At that distance, he would definitely die.
But he didn't die.
Phorcas, helped him block this fatal attack.
"Folcas...?"
Looking at Forcas who gradually disappeared and turned into gray smoke, Lorenzo's pupils were trembling.
"You are the only one who understands my hatred, Lorenzo."
Forcas still had a few words left, which he left to Lorenzo.
"You are also the only one who agrees with our ideals."
"How great it would be if the person in the Temple of Time was you."
"I don't like you as a person, but this is the only thing I can do for you now."
Forcas really didn't like Lorenzo.
Lorenzo got ideals and strength from him, but always wanted to escape from his control and become a monarch with only one voice.
So he hates Lorenzo.
But he was a little helpless because Lorenzo did agree with his ideals and hatred.
So, this is the last thing he can do.
"It's so ugly, Phorcas..."
Lorenzo looked at the last wisp of gray smoke disappearing in his hand and said involuntarily.
What is this feeling?
It's neither sad nor joyful, it can only be called complicated.
But why would I be troubled by the death of Forkas?
I obviously always thought that he was just a useful tool.
He held his knees and stood up with difficulty.
"What, do you still want to fight?"
Da Vinci raised his eyebrows.
Her Noble Phantasm has no side effects.
"That is--"
"Lorenzo——!!!"
Lorenzo raised the sword in his hand, and just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by a hoarse cry.
He subconsciously stopped talking and looked in the direction from which the call came.
What I saw was—Da Vinci and Lawrence?
Those were not Leonardo da Vinci and Lawrence who became Servants after death.
Rather, they were Leonardo da Vinci and Laurence Anno Falgao as human beings during their lifetimes.
Not only Lorenzo looked over, but others also looked over.
Verrocchio looked at Lawrence and Leonardo da Vinci who were carrying a huge canvas in the distance, and then looked at the strange Lawrence and Da Vinci standing next to him, closed his eyes, and then opened his eyes.
Look up at the sky.
God...
"Florentines will never stop pursuing art!"
Lawrence, who was alive, had thick dark circles on his face and roared.
"No one can deprive us of our rights, not even you, not even God!"
The same goes for Leonardo da Vinci, who looks like he hasn't slept for several days and nights.
Of course this is also true.
The works on the huge canvas carried by the two people were very clear at a glance.
That's a Lorenzo.
But it was Lorenzo who was impaled.
The people were cheering for the death of the tyrant, and Lorenzo's body was hanging on the top of the palace.
"We are not threatening you, but this is bound to happen!"
Lawrence's hands holding the canvas were trembling, and he looked at Lorenzo angrily.
Lorenzo's sword, which had been raised, dropped.
He looked at the brand new painting and felt a little lost.
Impaled, killed, what a ridiculous way to die.
How could I be--
Poof——
He was impaled.
He was stunned, lowered his head, and looked at his chest.
There, the tip of the sword had already thrust out, completely penetrating his body.
"I kept my promise, brother."
Giuliano stood behind Lorenzo and said sadly but firmly.
Lorenzo staggered forward and fell two steps, but did not fall.
He looked back at Giuliano who put the sword into his chest, touched the blood on his chest, and suddenly smiled.
He turned back and looked in the direction of Lawrence and Leonardo da Vinci.
"Are you selling this painting?"
He walked up to the two of them with difficulty, and the blood he shed formed a bloody path on the ground, but he only asked the question to the two of them.