Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 215 The Terrible Will
In Diablo's view, Giorno had completely miscalculated.

He only counted that the cistus's flame trap could hurt Diablo, who had the ability to cut time, but he didn't count that the Crimson King could predict the future in addition to time cutting.

If you can predict the future, you can see through all traps.

And the traps that are seen through lose their combat value, and may even be used by the enemy to backfire on themselves.

like now
The trap that Giorno set with his life turned into a demon that devoured his life.

The large amount of essential oil secreted by cistus has become the best fuel.

The fire quickly ignited the oil, igniting every plant around Giorno.

There was a storm of fire on all sides.

Thick smoke billowed up, covering everything.

The flames have turned into a prairie fire, and Giorno is trapped in this sea of ​​flames, and there is no way to escape.

As for Diablo, the enemy he wanted to defeat with his life, he was standing outside watching him "reap the consequences".

"Ha ha ha ha."

"I was still thinking about what kind of punishment should be given to you two brats to relieve the hatred in my heart."

"I didn't expect you to give such a perfect answer yourself."

Looking at Giorno who was trapped in the flames and couldn't break free, Diablo's smile became more and more distorted:

"Burn it, burn it harder!"

"Just let me watch you dance in the sea of ​​fire, let the flames burn you disgusting bugs!"

Vicious curses resounded in the fire wind.

As for Giorno, he was cornered by the flames blazing all around him, just as Diablo wanted to see.

Every space around him is filled with distorted flames.

The sharply rising high temperature had already dried the cold sweat on his forehead, and began to scorch his defenseless skin.

The naturally curly and beautiful blonde hair began to turn brown and scorched in the oven.

The pain of the skin being burned by the flames has finally reached a threshold that the brain cannot bear:
"what--"

For the first time in his life, Giorno uttered such a miserable scream.

The cruelest way to die is to be burned alive.

At this time, people can feel the sharply rising temperature in their body and the rapid loss of water, and can see the deactivation and drying of cells with the naked eye, and the skin is charred and charred.

Even a determined man like Giorno couldn't bear the intense pain of burning his body.

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Those who disobey me will end up like this!"

Hearing the miserable howling in the sea of ​​flames, Diablo smiled more and more satisfied.

There is nothing more beautiful than the howl of pain when an enemy dies.

if so.
That might be the "meaty aroma" mixed in the thick smoke.

Thinking of this, Diablo inhaled deeply the actually very choking smoke beside the fire, only feeling happier in his heart.

"Giorno!"

Mista's painful, rapid roar came from the other side of the fire.

Diablo couldn't see Mista's figure through the raging flames, but he could also hear the powerlessness and despair in his voice:

"Giorno, Giorno!"

Mista no longer has the strength to resist.

He could only look desperately at the sea of ​​flames, at his companions struggling in the sea of ​​flames, calling out helplessly again and again.

"Oh, right."

"And you, Guido Mista."

Diablo looked away from Giorno who was about to be burned alive.

He remembered that he still had an enemy he didn't kill:

"Don't you care about this blond kid?"

"In that case, I will throw you into the fire too, so that you can be reunited."

After all, Jotaro will come at any time, since he has had enough trouble, he still has to finish and leave as soon as possible.

As he said that, Diablo was about to find a way to get closer to Mista.

And Mista was sent far behind by Giorno before, and at this moment is separated by the fire field on the other side.

To bypass the fire scene to kill Mista, you have to climb back to the second floor with the help of a stand-in, and then use the circular floor on the second floor to make a half-circle.

"It's a hassle."

Diablo thought for a while, and finally decided to act quickly:
He no longer admired the tragic image of Giorno struggling in the flames, but turned around and took quick steps.

However.
Just such a step, things are not right.

Diablo was horrified to find that he could not control the center of gravity of his body.

He stepped forward with one foot, but he almost wobbled and fell.

"What, what are you doing?"

Diablo suddenly put his hand on his forehead.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that his head was also faintly abnormal.

A strong dizziness hit my mind.

There's also an unnatural excitement and mania that's been there since he first started admiring Giorno's death.

This abnormal mood swing made him mentally numb, so that he didn't even pay attention to his head that had become painful and drowsy, and his body that was gradually getting out of control.

"how so."

"I, am I poisoned? When?"

"Those plants are obviously just some combustibles, how could I be poisoned!"

Diablo muttered to himself with a dull expression.

His vision began to gradually blur, and there were even faint signs of hallucinations.

at this time
"Woo big wood big wood big wood!"

"Woo big wood big wood big wood!"

In the fire scene, Giorno, who had been silently suffering from the flames, unexpectedly burst out with unexpected power at this moment.

The golden fist shadow danced wildly in the flames.

Plants with dense water mist just rose from the ground burned by the flames.

"Is that a lotus?"

Diablo was taken aback for a while.

What he didn't know was that whether lotus or other aquatic plants, the water content in their bodies can reach an astonishing 98%.

If there is the ability to make plants, then naturally there is also the ability to "create water out of nothing".

With sufficient moisture, the flames can be extinguished.

At this moment, most of Giorno's skin was burned.

Such a large area of ​​burns seems to be life-threatening enough, but his will has never been wiped out.

He resisted the physical pain, maintained his spiritual clarity, and mobilized his last soul power:

"Golden Experience. Continue!"

"Woo big wood big wood big wood!"

Finally, in the shadow of the golden experience's all-out efforts, plants with high water content rose from the ground.

The water mist evaporated in the high temperature, gradually extinguishing the flames surrounding Giorno.

He fell to his knees helplessly.

With a whole body of injuries, he fell into the scorched earth that had just been extinguished.

Although he was seriously injured in embarrassment, there is no doubt that Giorno survived.

"You can put out the fire?"

Diablo's complexion changed drastically:

Giorno has the ability to put out fires, but he never used this ability to save himself just now.

Obviously, he was not simply enduring the torture just now, but insisted on implementing his real strategy in pain.

And the key to this strategy is not fire, but fire.
"It's smoke."

Giorno gave the answer.

With burns all over his body, he could barely hold his head up, but his scorched black and red face was still as firm as iron:

"You think my attack method is fire"

"But in fact, my real killing move is actually smoke."

"Because there are not only cistus in that large area of ​​plants."

"There are many plants in nature. They are harmless under normal conditions, but after being burned by flames, they will release highly toxic smoke."

"say"

Diablo can say a lot by himself without giving Giorno an example.

Because the raw materials of the "West Asian native products" he sells are one of them.

Hunting geese all day long and being pecked blind by geese all day long, Diablo used those "special products" to harm thousands of ignorant people, but he never thought that he would experience such suffering one day.

"Damn."

"I fell for such a clumsy scheme!"

After the truth was revealed, Diablo felt his head getting dizzy.

If this goes on like this, let alone continue to fight, it would be great if he doesn't lose his mind in the hallucinations and excitement.

"Yes. This strategy is not clever at all."

"In the final analysis, I just want you to let your guard down and inhale those fumes unconsciously."

"So, to make that happen."

"I must hold back the pain and let the flames consume my body, making you think you have won the final victory."

Giorno struggled to stand up from the embers of the flames.

He was bleeding and smoking, and there was not a single piece of good flesh on his body.

"."

Diablo was silent.

He finally realized how scary this kid in front of him was, no, this man.

The horror is not that Giorno can come up with such an extremely cruel strategy for himself, but that he can actually bear that level of pain in order to successfully implement this strategy.

You know, it's human nature to survive.

But Giorno was able to put out the fire and save himself at any time.
Standing in the flames, watching this fresh and precious life of my own burn up bit by bit.

Until the success of the plan was confirmed, he did not attempt to save himself from beginning to end.

This kind of willpower is simply a monster.

"Diablo."

Giorno finally straightened his broken body.

Although he had lost the power to fight, he once again stood in front of Diablo and protected Mista behind him:
"I said"

"If you want to go, kill me first."

He was scorched black all over.

Those emerald green pupils were still as bright as fire.

(End of this chapter)