Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 212 The direction of the last shot
This long time slashing is finally over.

Both Giorno and Mista just felt a flash in front of their eyes. Diablo, who had raised his butcher knife at Polnareff before, had "flashed" to a place seven or eight meters away.

The lights are dim, and the distance between them is not too short.

But even so, Giorno could clearly see Diablo's hideous and distorted face upstairs like a ghost:

The expression was gloomy and angry, so complex that it was hard to describe.

"The plan seems to be working."

"Diablo, it seems that you are not as fearless as you say."

Giorno received the signal of success from Diablo's expression.

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Diablo clenched his fists tightly, anger brewing in silence.

But after the farce just happened, this loser's incompetent anger looks almost as ridiculous as a chimpanzee jumping up and down in a cage.

After all, he was hit.

The balance of time cut was squandered by him in one fell swoop, and the epitaph could not be activated in the current overload state.

He had to spend several seconds to replenish the mental power of the overloaded output and regain his own strength.

No doubt, this puts Diablo in a small crisis.

However, compared with this so-called crisis, what really makes him feel like sitting on pins and needles is actually himself——

He, Diablo, the emperor of the dark world, was actually so frightened by a name.

Shame, this is undoubtedly a huge, heavy, and indelible shame!

Now those two brats, especially Giorno who was the instigator, they looked at themselves as if they were looking at a funny clown wearing a monkey crown!
Thinking of this, Diablo trembled with anger.

He is a very complicated person.

He is so cautious that he can be described as "counseling", but he also values ​​his dignity as a strong person very much.

The ridiculous performance just now obviously deeply hurt his self-esteem that seemed to have no, but was actually quite sensitive.

"Damn."

"Do you think you guys won?!"

Diablo stared at Giorno condescendingly, with fiery fire in his eyes.

Before, he just wanted to grab the arrow and escape, but now he really wanted to kill everyone present.

Otherwise, that ugliness will be remembered forever.

It is like a non-mainstream personality signature posted in Penguin Space ten years ago, and it will eventually become a shameful memory that makes people want to strangle themselves when they think about it.

This immature past must be completely erased.

"The Crimson King!"

Diablo drives his own powerful double, keeping it closely guarded by his side.

Although there is no way to use the time to cut it in the next few seconds, it does not mean that he is too weak to resist.

In fact, he still has a good chance of winning:
Time-slashing abilities aside, the Crimson King himself possesses incredible strength and speed.

The powerful dynamic vision equipped with extraordinary speed allows it to assist Diablo to capture the movement of bullets as much as possible.

Although there is still no way for him to dodge the bullet that can turn, but at least he can keep his vitals as much as possible in the critical moment of life and death.

Because Mista only has 1 bullet now.

Diablo could have taken advantage of the gap between reloads to flee backwards to a dark place far away from the edge of the guardrail, where the lights could not shine at all, and hid himself with the ruined walls.

The Sexy Pistols also have limits to what they can do.

It would be nice if it could make the bullet turn a few turns, but there is no way to ride the bullet from the first floor to the second floor, and then in the darkness where you can't see your fingers, bend around the ground and the target among the stone pillars and broken walls play hide and seek.

Not to mention that the sexy pistol can't do it, the limited kinetic energy of the bullet itself can't withstand the consumption of such a long journey.

"In the final analysis, success or failure depends on this last bullet."

"As long as I dodge this one bullet, the winner will still be me!"

Diablo is clearly aware of this.

Giorno also realized this.

Seeing that Diablo was already retreating into the darkness, he seized the time and shouted to Mista beside him:

"Mista, shoot!"

"This is probably our only chance!"

"Ah?"

Mista was slightly taken aback.

He didn't even know what had just happened.

But Giorno's words "the only chance" still made him feel the heavy atmosphere quickly.

"The only time."

Mista muttered each word silently in her heart.

He knew that his last bullet was of great significance, and this bullet must hit the target smoothly.

So, where should this bullet go?

Where to attack to ensure success?
Forehead, eyes, throat, or heart?
Damn, no matter how I think about it, I can't guarantee that this shot will kill the opponent!

Let alone a kill, with the protection of that kind of high-speed and high-powered humanoid double, it may be difficult to even seriously injure it with just one shot.

Thoughts flickered in Mista's brain, and his fingers were also slowly pulled back in this brainstorm.

Finally bang!
Bullets roared out in the flames.

No.1, No.2, and No.3 are three golden villains, they cling to this bullet at the same time, and jointly control this tiny and violent metal beast.

"coming!"

Diablo held his breath.

The sharp pupils of the Crimson King were firmly locked on the incoming bullet, quickly predicting the trajectory of this murderous weapon in this flash of lightning.

But in an instant, bullets at the speed of sound screamed and flew up to the second floor.

It flew in front of Diablo, drew an arc around the stone pillars and guardrails, and blasted straight at Diablo's head.

"It's now!"

The Crimson King erupted with a frightening speed.

It suddenly slashed out a hand knife as fast as electricity, not for killing people, but just to protect the head of its owner with its arms before the bullet hit.

In doing so, the Crimson King would of course also be injured.

But it's better to let it get hurt in the arm than to get Diablo himself shot in the head.

Not to mention, the Crimson King's ability to resist blows is far stronger than that of a mortal human being.The injuries it suffered were restored to its body in equal proportions, and serious injuries would also turn into minor injuries.

But now, relying on his frightening speed, the Crimson King is really going to block that bullet with his body.

At this moment, when the bullet was about to embed into the arm of the Crimson King.
"No. 2, No. 3!"

Among the little golden figures clinging to the bullet, No.1, the captain, suddenly let out a shrill roar:

"Get ready. Serve!"

The three villains tacitly lifted the warhead, causing it to suddenly deflect upwards at an incredible angle.

Like a flexible goshawk, the bullet suddenly flew straight from parallel to vertically upward.

But in just a moment, it flew above Diablo's head.

"In place!"

In No.1's decisive voice of command, No.2 and No.3 spread out to both sides.

And No.1 is driving the bullet to fly higher.

After the bullet flew to a certain height, it suddenly stepped on the top of the bullet, and then quickly flew towards the bullet under its feet.

Under the effect of that wonderful stand-in ability, the bullet turned around like this, and blasted downward.

No.2 and No.3, already in place, came forward immediately.

One by one, they received and passed the ball, and quickly adjusted the bullet to the direction they wanted.

"I see."

"Want to attack from the defensive space above me?"

When the bullet turned and climbed in front of him, Diablo had already sensed the danger in time.

Seeing that the bullet was about to turn and fall on his head, he didn't have time to think about it, so he could only let the Crimson King quickly protect his head under its firm arms.

then
Whoosh!
Bullets whistled past Diablo's ears.

"Huh?" Diablo faintly felt something was wrong.

This is the bullet that holds the enemy's last hope, and it seems that the target is not the vital point that is perfectly protected by itself.

So, what exactly is it going to hit?
The next moment, Diablo's palm trembled slightly.

It wasn't because the bullet hit his palm, but because the worm arrow it held in his hand trembled violently during the impact.

"What. Arrow?"

"The target of that guy's attack turned out to be an arrow!"

Diablo's expression became dull again.

When he was not "Tobio", his expressions had never been as rich as today.

This one, time seems to have stopped.

Diablo stared helplessly at the arrow in his hand, the arrow that was said to give him great strength, the arrow that gave him his last hope in a desperate situation, that's all.
Broken.

The bullet hit the ancient arrowhead with mysterious power mercilessly.

The arrow shattered under the impact, and golden metal fragments splashed out.

Diablo just watched the fragments fly past his eyes, fly away, fall into the darkness, and embedded in the dust, just like his own shattered hope.

By the time he woke up and realized what had happened, it was too late.

The worm arrow lost both the worm and the arrow, leaving only a broken wooden pole, much like his life with nowhere to go.

"what have you done!"

The killing intent surged like a tsunami.

Diablo glared at Mista condescendingly, looking like a madman.

"I did what I had to do."

Mista let out a long sigh of relief.

He knew that his plan had succeeded:

"Didn't expect it, I told my little guys a long time ago:"

"If the shot just now couldn't hit your vitals, then just change the direction—"

"Shatter your hopes!"

"asshole."

Diablo gritted his teeth and said:
"Do you think you can survive by doing this?"

"Let me tell you. You really annoyed me this time, Gedo Mista!"

"that's not important."

Mista had always shown a tense face, but at this moment he calmed down:
"The important thing is, I did it."

"Your plot has been completely stopped, Diablo!"

　The second will be posted later.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)