Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 213 Like Cistus

Once, Mista has only one chance to attack.

For this hard-won opportunity, he chose to make the most of it:

Since you can't kill people, destroy the arrow.

This successfully captures the main contradiction.

After all, Diablo's last hope for a comeback now lies on the arrow.

As long as the bug arrow is destroyed, he will have no chance to become stronger again, and he will have no way to resist the righteous force that has become crushing here.

The Kujo Jotaro that gave him such a headache will become the hurdle that he will never be able to overcome, and the eternal nightmare that he will never be able to get rid of.

Diablo himself clearly recognizes this:
"The arrow is gone."

"Without that power, I..."

Needless to say the consequences, just think about the enemy lineup he faces at this time:
Li Qing's team, the organization that has changed hands, Jotaro Kujo, the SPW consortium, and even the biggest gangster on Earth who dared to kill generals from other countries at will.
Without enough strength, let alone settling accounts, he might even be very reluctant to protect himself.

"You bastard!"

Diablo's eyes were already red.

"It's all you, you two brats, who ruined everything about me!"

Giorno and Mista, these two fledgling teenagers, became the two most wanted targets in Diablo's eyes.

Even Li Qing, whom he regarded as the enemy of fate since yesterday, does not have as much hatred in his mind as Giorno and Mista at the moment.

One of these two little ghosts destroyed his self-esteem, and the other destroyed his hope.

"Should kill!!"

Diablo roared angrily.

He is like a mad dog driven into a dead end, jumping over the wall of reason in his mind:
"The Crimson King!"

The hideous-looking humanoid double made a move immediately.

The "cooldown" of the Time Slash isn't quite over yet, but that doesn't matter anymore.

Just now, in order to ensure that the last bullet can destroy the target, Mista has fully exposed his own weakness:

It is the three villains, No.1, No.2, and No.3.

They just took the bullet all the way here, and while successfully controlling the bullet's changing trajectory on the spot, they were also forced to send themselves to the tiger's mouth.

This is a situation that cannot be avoided, or in other words, this is a difficult choice that Mista made on his own initiative.

He knew what he was facing.

Now, the three villains were floating in the air not far in front of Diablo.

They turned away, trying with all their might to fly back to their master.

But the Crimson King is far faster.

This ferocious and evil stand-in suddenly slashed out with a knife in his hand, sweeping a fierce and terrifying high-pressure storm.

Those three villains were like small boats heaving in a storm, unable to resist the monstrous waves rolled up by the tsunami.

With just one blow, they were all smashed to pieces.

These villains condensed by spiritual energy were all crushed into nothingness fragments under that vast force.

"what!"

Mista standing downstairs immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.

Although the destroyed little guys will slowly regenerate, the huge damage they restore to the main body when they are destroyed cannot be ignored at all.

That blow just now was almost fatal to Mista.

Even if his body is so strong and strong, which is different from ordinary people, he can't bear the triple damage that has been restored to the whole body.

His musculoskeletal muscles were torn and trembled from the serious injury, and fatal cracks appeared faintly in his internal organs.

Mista lost his combat power in an instant.

thump--

The revolver, empty of bullets, fell limply to the ground.

Mista fell in a pool of his own blood.

He was alive, conscious, and strong enough to speak, but he had no strength left to fight.

"not enough!"

Diablo was obviously not satisfied with just seeing such a tragic image.

He has always liked to use the cruelest means to take revenge on his enemies, such as the human body slices that were once widely circulated in the Passion organization as educational materials for the love group.

But now, Mista is not just an enemy, but an enemy.

"Give me death!"

Diablo roared and climbed up the rock parapet on the second floor, then jumped down.

He landed steadily under the approach of the Crimson King, and landed about ten meters in front of Mista and Giorno.

Then, Diablo straightened his body and took steps, approaching his goal step by step.

With every step, people can hear the shocking power.

“Golden Experience!”

At this critical moment, Giorno made a move:

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

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

The golden experience hammered the ground swiftly and fiercely, and the shadow of the fist was like the wind and waves.

Taking advantage of the enemy's "cooling time" before it was over, it used its greatest strength and fastest speed to build a line of defense for its master.

First, a wave of vines growing backwards.

These vine branches dragged Mista's seriously injured body in the first place, and transported him to a farther and safer rear.

Then, there are weeds growing on the ground.

These weeds grow wildly and form one piece, and continue to wither and wither as they grow, piling up layer upon layer.

But for a moment, they finally covered the ground with a layer of grass blanket more than ten centimeters thick.

Finally, there are clusters of shrubs rising from the ground.

These shrubs formed a wide defense line around Giorno.

The green branches and leaves are overlapping, and the branches are covered with beautiful white and yellow flowers.

There seemed to be many other types of plants among the shrubs, but the ambient lighting was dim, and the plants themselves were hidden by the thriving shrubs, so they were hard to notice.

In this way, Giorno built a fortress of plants around him.

Then, he guarded the plant fortress, tightly protecting Mista behind him.

"This"

Mista saw what Giorno did:

"Those plants... are they cistus?"

He stared wide-eyed, and the corners of his mouth couldn't hold back a smear of blood.

"do not worry."

Giorno turned around and said word by word:

"I'll protect you, like cistus."

about half an hour ago.

The helicopter crashed, and everyone parachuted to escape.

Giorno and Mista successfully met on the streets of Rome, and successfully borrowed a car from passers-by.

"So lucky!"

"I originally thought that I would be ambushed by the enemy after landing, but I didn't expect that the whole journey was safe and sound."

Mista was talking to himself happily while driving.

"No, it's not necessarily luck"

Giorno in the passenger seat poured cold water untimely:
"We have a smooth journey and will definitely reach the Colosseum soon."

"And Diablo himself will most likely appear there."

"Huh?" Mista shuddered: "Then, what should I do?"

"Nothing to do."

Giorno sighed softly:
"In this situation, can we not go?"

"."

"Yes, we have to go."

"However, since you know that Diablo may appear there, you have to think about countermeasures in advance, right?"

This is a serious question.

In fact, Li Qing and others have already discussed this:

The final conclusion is to hold together.

Form a team of at least three people, watch each other back to back, and maintain a defensive posture throughout the process.

It sounds a little helpless to say it, but facing the elusive Scarlet King, this is the only way.

Only by saving your life first can you think of ways to launch a counterattack according to the specific environment, terrain, timing and other situations.

And now.
"It's just the two of us now."

"If it's just the two of us, or worse, what should we do with Diablo?"

Mista knew very well that his sexy pistol seemed not qualified to single out against the Crimson King.

Not to mention winning, it is very difficult to save your life.

"If you are understaffed."

When it comes to this question, Giorno's expression is also very serious:

"Then you can only find a way to use some small means to protect yourself."

"For example, arrange traps around the body in advance with a range of killing effects, so that Diablo dare not approach or, if he is approached, he will be killed by the trap."

"what?"

Mista followed Giorno's thinking:
"Then aren't we finished?"

"Fuge's purple smoke and poisonous mist can be released, but I can only shoot."

"In addition to you, your golden experience doesn't seem to have any large-scale lethality."

"No, there is."

Giorno said meaningfully.

"Oh?"

"Can you give poison too?"

"I can indeed release poison. After all, many plants in nature can release poisonous gas."

"However, most of these plant poisons that will naturally volatilize into gas are not powerful enough, and often only make people dizzy and nauseated;"

"Most of the highly toxic plant poisons need to be taken internally or come into contact with blood, so there are many restrictions on using them in actual combat."

"So... I'm actually more inclined to use fire."

"Fire?" Mista's eyes were full of curiosity: "Gold experience also has the ability to set fire?"

"Of course gold can't be set on fire, but plants can be."

"say"

Giorno continued to popularize science:
"As long as the weeds are piled up, and then the golden experience is used to accelerate its internal respiration to generate heat, the heat will continue to accumulate inside the haystack, eventually leading to "smoldering". "

"In this way, I will have fire to use."

"But isn't that enough?"

Mista, who was born in the countryside, could not help but question:
"I have seen grass spontaneously combust on my pasture in my hometown."

"The speed of spontaneous combustion is too slow, how can it be used to fight and hurt people?"

"It's just a 'fire source'."

"Haystacks provide a source of fire, while other plants provide a great deal of flammable material:"

"For example: eucalyptus that can secrete a large amount of eucalyptus oil, white fresh that can secrete isoprene, and... our specialty here, Mediterranean cistus."

Giorno's voice paused slightly:
"do you know?"

"A flammable, volatile essential oil is secreted from the branches and leaves of Mediterranean cistus."

"It will often actively 'kill' itself."

"Suicide, plants also commit suicide?" Mista's eyes widened in surprise.

"Yes."

"It does so for a reason, though."

"Mediterranean climate is hot and hot in summer, and the rain and heat are not at the same time. Cistus can easily die of thirst due to water loss in the hot summer."

"So, it chose to secrete a large amount of essential oils under the scorching sun, creating conditions for spontaneous combustion and burning itself to death."

"You are burned to ashes, and the 'enemy plants' competing for nutrients in the nearby land will also be burned to death."

"And in the fertile fire-ground soil of ash accumulations, cistus children will sprout green shoots from their heat-resistant husks and thrive amidst the embers of their parents."

Giorno narrated a breathtaking plant epic.

Listening, Mista was actually moved by the story of a shrub:
"The sacrifice of one generation is exchanged for the life of the next generation"

"It turns out that there are such touching stories in nature."

"Yes."

"So, don't worry."

Giorno said to Mista very solemnly:

"I'll protect you, like cistus."

"Ah."

Mista nodded with great emotion.

"and many more."

He was slightly taken aback, and suddenly felt that there was something wrong with Giorno's words:

"Protect me like cistus?"

"Cistus is a plant that gave its life for its offspring."

"Giorno, could it be?"

"you"

Mista's complexion changed drastically:
"Are you taking advantage of me?"

(End of this chapter)