In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

The jeweled blade flew towards the magical child, slashing at the child lying on the ground.

Where Lawrence couldn't see, the jeweled blade made a crisp sound of hard objects colliding the moment it hit the child. Although it didn't injure the child, it certainly caused "pain" to the body.

Arnold I... broke free from its environment.

He was freed from that endless, insane hell of torment.

He sat up tremblingly from the ground, his lifeless eyes flashing a terrifying red light.

"No one... can save me..."

Blood-red tears streamed down his face and dripped onto himself.

He gritted his teeth, his whole body trembling violently.

...Looking towards the other end of the street, which is—

Lawrence's direction.

Lawrence felt as if his heart had been suddenly gripped, and his pupils contracted sharply.

On Arno's face, amidst the gritted teeth, tears streaming down his face, and hysterical expression, the outer shell of his face began to disappear.

谷咺

It revealed the inner shell hidden beneath the outer shell, along with its terrifying compound eyes and monstrous teeth.

“Zorgen…” those words were murmured from that terrifying and bizarre mouth.

Lawrence immediately realized what was happening, picked up Simonetta, and ran away.

but......

It's too late.

"Aa ...

The monster, tormented by madness, was released, filled with anger, resentment, and a steadfast and terrifying sorrow, letting out a scream and roar that echoed throughout Croydon.

It unleashed its magic power wildly, shattering the surrounding ground into powder.

It stopped roaring, and magic began to flow into its legs, and then—

They chased after Lawrence frantically.

Lawrence felt the massive, frenzied, and chaotic magical reaction rapidly approaching from behind, and his heart was filled with anxiety.

No, at least... Simon has to escape.

"Simon, listen to me!" Lawrence looked down at Simonetta, whom he was holding in his arms, his eyes filled with urgency. "Run! Run as fast as you can!"

"Sister Harley?" Simon was still a little confused about the situation and looked at Lawrence with a puzzled expression.

"Listen to your sister, run!" Lawrence used all her strength to throw Simonetta far away, and then stopped in her tracks.

"Norla!" she shouted.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh—" The only response was a scream.

"Come and kill me! Spare Simon!" Lawrence raised his arms, ready to face his own demise.

She understood this the moment she realized that the little child lying there was Arno.

Because of Arnold I, no... Nora Broer, it was his descendants' mistake, and it was her mistake as well.

It was the product of extreme resentment towards his bloodline, a monster powerful enough to destroy London.

So, at the very least... Simon must live! Bring this news to your Master!

Unfortunately, my journey may be coming to an end here...

She couldn't help but feel sad, but she looked at the Arno 1 that was already charging towards her with a resolute expression.

but......

A small figure rushed past her.

Lawrence was taken aback.

“Simon!” She reached out to grab Simonetta, but Simonetta’s speed parameters were far greater than hers.

"I have to protect Harley!!!" Simon went into battle mode, and—

The Noble Phantasm was unleashed directly!

"The false teeth of lust—"

boom--!!!

Simonetta, having unleashed the true name of her Noble Phantasm, crashed directly into Arno One.

but......

Arno One neither dodged nor evaded, directly taking Simonetta's Noble Phantasm head-on, and then—

It slammed into the ground, opened its massive maw, and spewed out raging white flames toward Simonetta's small body.

"Siberian...?"

"Simon——————!!!"

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Chapter 720 Lawrence almost left the stage

To Lawrence's disbelief, Simonetta lay on the ground, transforming into golden particles that drifted into the air and floated towards Lawrence.

Lawrence was overwhelmed; his legs suddenly gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, watching Simonetta transform into golden particles.

"I failed to save Simon again, Simon..." She collapsed on the street, muttering to herself with lifeless eyes.

Fujimaru Ritsuka had not yet arrived at Wandsworth and was still moving forward when she suddenly felt the contract break. She stopped abruptly and turned her head in disbelief to look in the direction of Croydon.

"Master?" Mash saw Fujimaru Ritsuka stop, and she stopped too.

"What happened?" Mordred looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes, which were glistening with tears, and had a vague feeling that something had changed.

Fujimaru Ritsuka opened her mouth and looked at Mashu: "Miss Simon... has left the stage."

Mashu's pupils contracted slightly, and her mouth opened slightly before she covered it with her hand: "What... happened with Miss Lawrence?"

“Let’s keep going, Master.” Mordred patted the two on the shoulder. “We, no… you, should not stop because of the sacrifice of any one person, understand?”

“…I understand. Let’s get back on track, Mash.” Fujimaru Ritsuka took a deep breath, her eyes regaining their composure. She grasped Mash’s hand tightly. “We must resolve this singularity, no matter…whatever happens.”

......

Arnold I sent Simonetta back to the Throne of Heroes.

The next target, naturally, is the root of its suffering, the target of its hatred—

Lawrence Anno Falgao.

"Aaaaaahh ...

boom--!!!

Arnold slammed his fist into Lawrence.

"Ugh—ah!" Lawrence was sent flying by Arno, crashing through the wall of a building and flying out from the other side of the building, rolling several times on the ground before coming to a stop.

"Cough cough—Pfft..." Lying on his side on the ground, Lawrence spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes slightly dim.

The slump accumulated from long-term fatigue, the illusion of yesterday, the double trauma of witnessing Simonetta's exit today, and...

Arno, the monster created by his descendants, appeared before her, constantly piercing her heart.

That was your mistake—

That was your mistake!

Not just Arnold I, not just Noel Blair, Simonetta's departure was also because of you!

Because of you, Lawrence Anno Falgao!

And the death of your wife, Harley Bahargul Orvis, is all because of you!

It's all because of me!!!

Lawrence frantically clutched his head with one hand, his teeth chattering, trying to stop the self-questioning and self-blame.

boom--

The ground trembled.

The Arno 1 weighed nearly a ton, and Lawrence could clearly feel the ground shaking when it approached.

Ah... Ah...

Are we leaving now...?

Ahh...

I'm so tired... I'm in so much pain...

Why wasn't Harley saved? Why wasn't Simon saved? Why wasn't the truth about Ruslan uncovered? Why—

boom!!!

Arno stomped his foot, unleashing a burst of magic that sent Lawrence flying off the ground, and then punched him away again.

Lawrence didn't even scream this time. Like a soulless lump of rotten flesh, he came to a stop in the middle of the street after smashing through two walls.

Her once smooth, glossy, wine-red hair was now covered in dust, losing its beauty, and danced wildly in the wind, landing on Lawrence's face.

谷殾

She looked up at the sky, but all she could see was a thick fog. A large amount of blood gushed from Lawrence's mouth and nose, and his beautiful wine-red eyes seemed to have burned out, leaving only a last wisp of flame.

Her consciousness was already somewhat blurred.

I still have so much work to do...

The analysis of the Holy Grail, the investigation into Roslan's identity, the location of the remaining singularities, and much more...

There's still so much I need to do...