Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 210 From the Heart
Diablo's tone was full of sarcasm.

But there was no relaxation in his eyes.

Prudence, a quality that is especially valued by the weak, has long been deeply imprinted in the bone marrow of this dark emperor.

Although the disabled and two little ghosts present did not seem to be a big threat to him, in order to prevent himself from capsizing in the gutter, Diablo used the ability of "Epitaph" to examine the next ten people immediately after he appeared. seconds of the future.

In the front section of the preview screen:

The bug arrow was easily snatched by him, but Polnareff tried his best to fight back but was easily knocked to the ground.

He smiled and said a few mocking words, and the Crimson King raised his legs high, ready to deliver the final blow to Polnareff.

This kind of future suits Diablo very much, so Diablo has followed this future until now.

Then, in the latter part of the foretelling.
As expected, Diablo saw himself being attacked.

But I only saw how Mista made a move——

Because Giorno in the future picture had died before he could make a move.

The future shown in the epitaph is the fate of Diablo when he does not use the time chip to change his fate.

Therefore, in the future picture shown on the epitaph, he did not use time to avoid the precision-guided bullets of the sexy pistol.

Coupled with the fact that the Crimson King didn't have the ability to catch bullets with his bare hands, the Diablo in this future naturally died aggrieved under the bullets that he couldn't dodge.

Of course, this is actually nothing, he has experienced this kind of situation too much.

If the future seen in the epitaph is taken seriously, then Diablo may not be able to count how many times he has died.

The real use of these "deaths" is to give him the opportunity to see his enemies clearly in advance:

"Guido Mista."

"Bullets that can be precisely guided, once shot, I have to use time to dodge."

"Heh, you really have a good stand-in ability."

Diablo looked at Mista condescendingly, with secret vigilance in his eyes.

The light was dim and it was difficult to see clearly, but he could still vaguely perceive:

The hands of the young man downstairs holding the gun were trembling slightly.

Compared with Giorno beside him, his disordered and heavy breathing was even more clear in the dark.

"You are afraid."

"Such will can't be my enemy."

During this nearly stagnant tense time, Diablo spoke leisurely:
"Now I'm upstairs, you're downstairs, and Polnareff is at my feet."

"I only need 1 second to kill him, the only way you can stop me is bullets."

"But your revolver has only six rounds, and you've already used up one."

"The bullets will run out sooner or later, and it takes time to reload. There will be gaps in your attack methods after all."

Saying that, Diablo glanced coldly at Polnareff who was forced to prostrate at his feet:

"Want to stop me from killing people?"

"You might as well give up as soon as possible, maybe I can spare your life!"

As soon as the words fell, the Crimson King raised his knife high.

Polnareff's life is at stake.

Diablo was right.

Mista couldn't even imagine how to stop Diablo now.

Just now, the other party's ghostly way of action and the swift attack that caught people off guard, all made him, who had never really seen the time cut, fall into a deep shock.

"How can such a powerful guy be stopped?"

"Damn it. Don't talk about saving that broom-head uncle, I can't even think of how to protect myself now!"

"With my strength, I can help delay it for a few seconds at most."

Between the lightning and the flint, Mista felt a kind of powerlessness.

Diablo was more terrifying and more oppressive than any enemy he had ever seen.

This young man who had become a soldier for less than two days finally fell into confusion.

With this kind of confusion, he unconsciously looked at his companion, Giorno Giovanna.

Giorno noticed Mista's gaze, which clearly said:

"How to do?"

"Should we escape?"

Giorno didn't say much.

With the same nervous but not flustered gaze, he directed Mista to look at Polnareff who was trapped at the feet of the Crimson King, and the weapon tightly held by Diablo. Bug Arrow:
Obviously, if they give up, Polnareff will definitely die, and the bug arrow will fall into Diablo's hands irreversibly.

Then, Giorno simply replied:
"Follow your heart!"

"Follow my heart?"

Mista was slightly taken aback:
If he really did it from the heart, he would turn around and run away now.

he thought so
The Crimson King upstairs has already raised his knife high, and will take Polnareff's life in the next second.

"Sexy Pistol!"

Almost no thinking.

Mista pulled the trigger subconsciously, and the bullets roared out of the gun.

The fire dispelled the darkness, and the Crimson King's offensive was once again blocked.

Diablo was forced to activate the timer with an unhappy face, and once again used the short timer of 0.5 seconds to dodge the turning bullet.

As before, Polnareff survived.

"This"

Until this moment, Mista woke up like a dream:
Just now he subconsciously chose not to be dazed or to run away, but to continue the "repetitive and useless" attack.

It turns out that this is what Giorno said from the heart.

The heart that mortals follow is different from the heart that soldiers follow.

"I understand."

Although the result was the same as before, Diablo was still unscathed, and the situation still didn't get any better.

But Mista's gaze unknowingly became firm:
"I want to save that uncle, I want to grab that arrow, and I want to defeat that man."

"This is what I really want!"

He said the "unrealistic" declaration in his mouth, and his hands holding the gun gradually became calm.

"Unbelievable!"

Diablo's tone was still disdainful.

But he also had to admit that Mista and Giorno's "ignorance of current affairs" performance still caused him a little trouble after all:
"Sexy Pistol!"

“Golden Experience!”

The two unanimously launched an attack on their own initiative.

They didn't discuss tactics, because the current situation was too urgent to allow them to communicate and analyze-as soon as the offensive stopped, Diablo would kill people.

All they can do now is to do everything in their power to prevent what is about to happen.

"Wood, big, big, big, big, big!"

The swift fist shadow of the golden experience poured on the ground without reservation.

A huge vine quickly sprang up from the ground.

These vines grew savagely under the infusion of massive vitality, like flexible swimming snakes, rushing towards Diablo standing upstairs from bottom to top with a momentum of surging tide.

But Diablo didn't care about it.

No matter how fast the vines grow, they are just vines. By the time they can climb up to the second floor and attack him, Polnareff's head must have been split in half by a hand knife.

The main enemy he needs to care about now is Mista's sexy pistol.

The inconspicuous little golden man is now riding on the supersonic pistol bullet, precisely and quickly adjusting the course for the metal beast under it.

Diablo was on guard with all his attention.

King Crimson's super dynamic vision catches the moment when the bullet comes flying, and then:
"Let time fly!"

Another 0.5 seconds were quietly deleted.

The bullet came out through the body and fell to the ground.

"The third bullet."

Diablo counted silently in his heart, he knew that Mista had to reload after firing 6 rounds.

Then he can seize the gap and achieve his purpose:

Kill Polnareff and leave with the bug arrow.

The purpose of killing Polnareff is to make the secret of knowing how to use arrows disappear forever, so that Jotaro and others will not find other arrows that may have the same effect and get the same chance to become stronger as him.

It's easier to understand if you just leave:

Jotaro didn't know when he would come, he didn't want to stay here for a second after he got the arrow.

He didn't even want to waste time killing Giorno and Mista—it was meaningless to fight for a quick moment, and it wouldn't be too late to come back to liquidate the enemy after he had thoroughly studied the secret of Bug Arrow.

After all, if it wasn't for these two guys who didn't know the time and insisted on getting in the way, Diablo would have killed everyone and ran away.

What made him impatient was that they really got in the way to the end:
The vines were still crazily spreading upstairs in the darkness, even though the speed was so slow that Diablo could catch it with his naked eyes.

The bullets roared again, even though the first three bullets were all useless.

"The fourth shot."

Diablo counted the number of bullets, and slashed when he turned it on again.

The bullet went empty, there was no suspense.

"The fourth shot."

For the 5th time, Diablo used consecutive short time slices.

The answer he had counted silently in his heart was already close to the upper limit of the revolver.

"You only have the last bullet left!"

Diablo panted lightly.

In the beginning, the long time cut when taking the arrow, plus the five consecutive short time cuts to avoid bullets, did consume some mental energy.

But his tone is still calm, and with a calmness that knows everything:

"Is this 1 bullet enough for you to stop me?"

　The second is later
　　
　
(End of this chapter)