"That bastard."
The sound of exciting music has already sounded over the entire Florence.
What rose and fell with the music were the blood vessels on Lorenzo's forehead.
I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but the piano sounds of Mozart and Salieri, although they were colliding crazily together, as if they were trying their best to tear each other’s flesh and blood, they were in perfect harmony, as if they were two music masters. It's like a pas de deux in which you come and go.
They were fighting hand to hand, but they were compatible with each other. They were dancing in a grin, but they kept the same pace in tacit understanding.
There is no doubt that this is the most beautiful music. It is so sweet that even the Chaldeans who are standing next to Salieri against Mozart are involuntarily intoxicated by it.
Both Salieri and Mozart have completely integrated themselves into the piano and into the music. Playing with abandon at this moment is their only mission as followers-as artists.
".enough."
Lorenzo closed his eyes, listened to the music that was beautiful, but to him it was completely noise, and muttered to himself sullenly.
The sword was still stuck on the ground, but he raised one of his hands.
He raised his hand, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and then - waved it down.
The shadow of the long sword appeared and struck in the direction of Mozart, Salieri, and Chaldea.
"Don't even think about—!"
Lawrence's attention was always on Lorenzo. After seeing Lorenzo move, he immediately made a very strong gem shield to block Lorenzo's sword.
The gem shattered, but Lawrence released his magic almost non-stop. Although he was a little reluctant, he still blocked it.
"Hahaha - thank you, Lawrence! As expected, you understand us too!"
"You and I are not the same person, Amadeus." Lawrence grinned, but still smiled at Mozart, "But I know that when an artist creates to his heart's content, no matter who he is or what the reason is, There is no reason or right to interrupt his creation."
"Although you are actually in a battle of life and death now?"
"No, we're just dancing at the burning end, that's all!"
Salieri has long since regained his clarity. Although for some reason his shell still maintains the posture of a beast, this does not prevent him from laughing wildly while playing his own music.
"I'm going to burn myself out, Master. The next battle - I can't accompany you any further!"
He sat in front of the piano, burning his soul to his heart's content, turning his back to Fujimaru Ritsuka, and spoke freely.
"Because this is what proves our worth!"
Boom! ! !
After tapping a syllable heavily, Salieri's toes and ends began to turn into golden particles, with an ecstatic smile still on his face.
"Yes, yes, we look like two lunatics at this moment."
Mozart closed his eyes and said intoxicatedly.
"You won, Salieri. You defeated me as the devil, there is no doubt about it."
"But you will still die, die with me, and that is the price of our madness."
Like Salieri, Mozart's toes also began to turn into golden particles, floating into the air.
"Mr. Salieri!"
"this"
Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the two musicians and artists sitting there in shock.
"Sorry, Master."
"But I'm going to die for what I believe in."
Salieri lowered his head and said regretfully to Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"If I hadn't met Gottlieb, maybe I would be willing to walk with you for a while longer."
"But now that I met Gottlieb, I thought, I can only die here."
He had disappeared from his ankles, and the mourning attire had disappeared at some point. The appearance of the man in gray finally reappeared. Salieri shook his gray hair, raised his head slightly, and looked at the dark clouds. The shrouded sky said so.
"This is why you are an avenger, Salieri, kill me and then yourself, is that right?"
Mozart smiled and said this while playing.
Salieri didn't answer.
The two just played and played.
Until half of Salieri's body disappeared, until Mozart's entire body disappeared.
until--
Only two pairs of pairs were still playing.
In the end, both Mozart and Salieri disappeared, taking the two pianos with them.
Of course, the music also disappeared.
But everyone still feels that the music is still in the sky, still reverberating.
"It's really shocking."
Verrocchio sighed.
This is simply the grandest and most exciting performance in the world.
The audience is the whole of Florence.
Mozart, a new devil, was eliminated in this way.
Fujimaru Ritsuka finally understood that Mozart was an enemy, but not an enemy.
He was born to be a person who would die for art. How could such a person sincerely become a follower of someone like Lorenzo who wanted to kill art?
He successfully proved his dignity. Even if he became the devil, his dignity would not waver at all.
And Salieri also presented the most grand revenge tragedy to all the audiences in Florence. Just like what Shakespeare wrote, it is grand and ironic, but makes people want to regret it involuntarily.
"It's boring and worthless!"
Lorenzo's anger could not be increased.
Inspiring people and exciting people——
"Amadeus, is this your purpose!?"
His chest rose and fell violently.
He saw it.
Amidst the exciting sound of the piano, people in Florence walked out of their houses and looked towards the Central Square of Florence.
Yes, this is art.
Inspiring people and guiding emotions and public opinion are the inevitable aspects of art.
But it is precisely because of this that art is so respected and sought after.
That's why it's so bright.
"Human beings cannot live without art."
"Just like the sky cannot be without stars."
"Lorenzo—get out of here!"
call out--
A sharp long gem sword passed by Lorenzo's ear and was nailed to a stone pillar behind Lorenzo's head.
A faint trace of blood appeared on Lorenzo's face.
".Lawrence.!"
Lorenzo ignored the wound on his face and smiled.
He laughed angrily.
He suddenly thrust the sword into the ground again, and as the ground shook again, Lorenzo made a declaration.
"You should—die without a burial!"
(End of chapter)
