Chapter 1837 The true face of the coloratura singer
It is easy to destroy a coloratura singer, but it is still difficult to capture a coloratura singer.
After all, the resistance of this thing is still very strong.
Especially when Archer made it clear that "it's best to remain unscathed."
"In that case, it would be unrealistic for me to take action. I'm afraid that I might just punch these things' heads into pieces."
Annuo crossed his arms and said expressionlessly.
What he said is true.
Although Annuo also has extremely strong control over his strength, facing the coloratura singer, he could not completely guarantee that he could subdue her without any damage.
Who knows if this thing is still a living thing, or... just a doll.
"...Then you must at least help to save only one of those coloratura singers." A gem appeared next to Lawrence, and he glanced at Annuo.
"No problem. From the beginning, I felt that the way you looked at those coloratura singers was a bit strange. Did something happen?" Annuo pulled out the holy sword, put it on his shoulder, and then asked Lawrence.
"...I'm also a little unsure. I didn't observe these guys in detail the last time I saw them, but how can I put it..."
Lawrence sighed, frowned and bit his lip.
"I think Leonardo should understand how I feel, especially when he knows that the so-called Christina is also a part of the Servants..."
"Stop talking about it Lawrence, to be honest, I don't want to endorse this thing, but... forget it, wait until you finish fighting, those things are already rushing towards you!"
The sound of several people chatting can't be considered quiet.
"We've been waiting for a long time! Wang, and that little girl over there, let's go!"
Buzz——
The holy sword was shrouded in light.
...
"Is it over like this? It's so boring."
The evil dragon armor on Jeanne's body disappeared and she returned to the casual clothes she personally selected.
"You mean this? Then what did you do?"
Artoria looked at her expressionlessly, the view in her eyes was one of clear disdain.
"Ha!? I don't have anything like your sword! Isn't it natural that the efficiency should be lower!?"
Joan of Arc was made a little anxious.
The Holy Sword can show extraordinary effects in both one-on-one duels and large-scale wars. In addition to having some trouble facing flexible and distant enemies, it basically has
No shortcomings.
"Strength is based on oneself, but you are doing well, so keep up the good work."
Snapped.
Anno raised his sunglasses, patted Jeanne on the shoulder, and then went to find Lawrence.
"How's it going? Is it okay?"
"With this hardness, it won't be broken free." Lawrence wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I have now basically figured out the structure of this thing...at least the most basic thing.
Let’s just leave from here quickly.”
"The magic of this thing is directed over there, which is why it is controlled by the Phantom of the Opera and Christina."
"You mean, the coloratura singer will only be an 'autonomous doll' within a limited range?" Annuo thoughtfully knocked on the huge gem created by Lawrence to seal the coloratura singer.
"Well, as soon as we leave Kabukicho, Coloratura Diva will probably stop operating. Let's go back quickly."
Nodding, Annuo lifted up the gem, called to the people behind him, and quickly set off in the direction of his residence.
...
"Can't such a big gem be stuffed in? Mr. Anno... No, Miss Artoria should do it." Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly remembered Anno's huge strength mid-sentence, and then looked
To Artoria.
If Annuo were to come, I'm afraid he would smash the gem and the coloratura singer inside...
"In short, we need to be vigilant first. If the coloratura singer still has the ability to move, we will be in trouble." Lawrence still condensed a few gem shields and blocked them in front of several people.
Click!
The gem was smashed by Artoria with the hilt of her sword.
The coloratura singer didn't react at all.
Joan of Arc poked the coloratura diva with her flag.
Still no response.
"Oh, you are back."
Such a voice sounded behind them.
Archer also came back, carrying large and small bags.
"What's wrong? Don't you want to go in?"
Archer looked at everyone blankly.
...
"Then, Mr. Anno, please open the coloratura singer's head, please be gentle."
Archer seemed to be a surgeon, serious and serious.
Annuo carefully opened the coloratura singer's head.
"Wow, what the hell is this?"
Jeanne showed a somewhat disgusted expression.
"This-this is-!?"
Matthew stared and covered his mouth.
"The brain, eyeballs, and some nerves... it's exactly what I guessed." Lawrence held his forehead and sighed.
"Master, you better not look too carefully, it will leave a psychological shadow." Artoria didn't want Fujimaru Ritsuka to see this.
"No, it's okay, Miss Artoria, I'm used to it." By now, Fujimaru Ritsuka no longer felt nauseated by such a mere sight. She shook her head, and instead moved closer, seriously
Observe with others.
"That Berserker transformed humans into such dolls..." Da Vinci's expression also showed a bit of helplessness and disgust.
"Yes." Archer nodded, "Remove the skin and bones, and then leave a part of the flesh and sensitive nervous system. Finally, stuff all these things directly in. In this way, you have completed a coloratura singer."
"Then there are two problems now."
Archer held out two fingers.
"First, what is the purpose of making human beings into such dolls?"
"Second, can these dolls be saved?"
"Miss Lawrence, I think you should have an idea about the first point, and the same goes for Miss Leonardo."
"...To be honest, I don't want to admit that this thing is 'art'." Lawrence had a sad expression on his face, "But it does reflect the creator's pursuit of the so-called 'beauty'.
"
"Disgust and mysophobia." Leonardo da Vinci added, with a reluctant expression on his face, "The psychological disgust that believes that the appearance of human beings is ugly, and the psychological mysophobia that believes that inhuman things are beautiful. In other words...
..”
"Making this thing is the producer's [interest]." Lawrence finally said.
"In other words, this thing has no meaning, nor does it exist for a certain purpose. It is just [interest]."