We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

what happened?

Jolyne was about to speak, but a spindly little boy stepped forward. He was clean-shaven, with only a strange gray beard, and seemed to have aged twenty years. "Oh, my dear sister, the old witch is going to take us back~"

What is this, cosplay? A mental disorder? Or did I wander onto the set by mistake?

Xu Lun turned around and found that his uncle couldn't start the car, and the sign lights around him suddenly went out, and even the radio he had been using to monitor the news stopped working.

"Oh, oh, oh," the spindly little boy cried out in a voice that was not human. "My dear friends, why don't you use oil lamps?"

Xu Lun's heart was constantly alerting the public. Ishi no Freedom had already stepped forward, and the others were also ready to fight, but a faint sense of weirdness kept emerging from their hearts.

This guy, why is he talking like that?!

"Because they are different from us, my dear brother," a little girl with very cute cheeks was combing her hair. The light golden hair reflected a brilliant light under the comb, which was exactly the same scene as the girl must have dreamed of when she was a child.

"We use kerosene, they use magic." This extremely cute little girl suddenly widened her eyes, which made her look even cuter, but her actions were chilling. "The adults who use magic, my dear brother, they are here to catch us!"

A shrill scream came from the little girl's mouth, because the Beach Boy's fishhook had pierced into the girl's mouth, pulling her tongue out!

At the mention of magic, Krieg took action! Which fairy tale is this? The golden brother and sister combing their hair, the story of the witch and the little girl, damn, I know at least seven or eight of them, which one is it?

The magicians in fairy tales are always strange. They have abilities that are beyond the reach of others in certain aspects, but their physical strength and other magic are no different from those of ordinary people. They are often killed or maimed by your precocious child.

According to "Bohemian Rhapsody", it is the ability of a stand that can bring the characters in all kinds of flowers such as animated prints, comics, and animations into reality. Since it is the materialization of the original power of creation, the range is not limited to Orlando, Florida, but extends to the whole world. Once you see your favorite fantasy character, that person's soul will be pulled into the world of the fantasy character, and the soul separated from the body will have the same ending as the character you played in the story.

Unless they kill the holder of this stand, this stand with extremely chaotic rules will wipe them out!

The fairy tales or art stories resurrected by Bohemian Rhapsody are different. Some fairy tale characters can be shattered with just a few punches, while some characters can be resurrected no matter how many times they are killed. This stand has no fixed rules, so you don’t know what you are going to face, nor do you know how strong the fairy tale character targeting you is.

So I am playing the role of a witch?

Kerry pulled the little girl's tongue and was about to kill her to test the power of Bohemian Rhapsody, but the child actually took out a comb from her pocket?!

Krieg's expression changed drastically. "Be careful, this is a Stand attack! These fairy tale characters have been resurrected!"

what? !

The others didn’t know what Krieg said next, but it was enough for them to know that the little girl and boy in front of them were enemies!

"Stalker!"

"Stone Freedom!"

The stand-ins came out in groups and started a violent attack on the little girl controlled by the Beach Boys, but the little girl was not hurt at all. Instead, she used their attacks to smash the comb to the ground!

Once upon a time, a brother and sister were playing by a well when they fell into it. A water nymph lived down there and captured them. She said, "Now you are in my hands. Work hard for me!" She gave the girl a handful of tangled, dirty flax to spin and a leaky bucket to draw water. The boy was forced to chop wood, but his axe was blunt and couldn't cut the trees. As for food, there was nothing but dough balls as hard as stone.

The children could not stand it any longer, so one Sunday, while the water monster was in church, the brother and sister quietly slipped away. When the water monster came back from church, he found that the two brothers and sisters had escaped, so he ran after them.

Seeing the water monster chasing her from afar, the girl threw a brush behind her, and the brush immediately turned into a mountain covered with thorns.

How to describe this?!

The pedestrians around were silent. Krieg could feel the chill in the air. The comb was growing wildly before their eyes, and soon it had grown to the same height as the tallest building around it. The teeth of the comb had turned into a rough surface, and just a slight touch could tear a person's flesh and bones apart. Some passers-by who were not smart enough had been pierced by the teeth of the comb and were hanging high on the comb mountain.

Compared to Krieg's shock and anger, the others were better off. At least they knew that this was a fairy tale, and it was just Comb Mountain that separated them. Krieg didn't know the situation of the others yet. What really made him shocked and angry was that the effect of [Bohemian Rhapsody] had changed!

That person's soul is drawn into the world of a fantasy character, separated from the body, and suffers the same fate as the character they played in the story. This is the true effect of Bohemian Rhapsody. While others can interfere with other fairy tales, it's impossible for a mountain of combs to appear and instantly kill dozens of people! It's the separated souls that are killed, not the bodies. Krieg knows this all too well, because his soul and body are one; they haven't been separated at all! And the passersby who die nearby are also physically killed; they were truly killed by the physical attacks of fairy tales!

This perverted stand actually projected the fairy tale into the real world, and this broken stand can even become stronger!

Is this the stubbornness of fate? !

Beach Boy's fishing line was broken, and the area of ​​Comb Mountain was beyond his maximum range, but when he saw the tongue pulled back on the hook, Krieg's face became extremely ugly.

The Water Siren is not my fairy tale. A smooth glass mountain has appeared in Krieg's sight. Someone has taken over the story of the Water Siren, so his story is that Krieg stares at his hands that have turned into wings!

"She said she would dance with me if I gave her some red roses," cried a young Student, "but there are not a single red rose in my garden!"

Fuck, mine is The Nightingale and The Rose!

ps: In the end, I chose the little prince Oscar Wilde, because the dog licker will have nothing in the end, and the dog licker must die!

Chapter 353: Climb for Me

"Now it's time for today's news, and let's break in with a quick bulletin. At 1:30 this afternoon, Mickey Mouse suddenly disappeared. The cause of his disappearance hasn't been determined, nor has the extent of his disappearance, but it seems Mickey Mouse images worldwide have vanished. I repeat, Mickey Mouse is gone. An investigation is underway, and preliminary findings suggest a chemical change in the paint or printed material may have occurred."

"A new bulletin: Snow White and Pinocchio have also disappeared. All known fantasy characters have vanished. The relevant authorities are on high alert to prevent riots."

Comb Mountain passed through the vehicle that Krieg and his companions were riding in. The car radio dutifully broadcast the last piece of news, and then turned to ashes along with the explosion of the car.

This power isn't right! If every fairy tale character didn't launch their attacks in the spiritual world, then wait for an opportunity to attack the shattered and defenseless flesh, but instead used magic to attack humans directly, then the effect of Bohemian Rhapsody would be too perverted. There are so many awesome moves in fairy tales, and just in the fantasy world alone, there are a lot of things that are enough to modify the law of causality!

We need to kill the real body of Bohemian Rhapsody quickly. According to the normal plot, this person should be flying in the sky now.

I need to find the weather forecast!

Krieg took a sudden step and jumped towards the Comb Mountain with all his strength, but he was blocked by the sharp teeth of the comb halfway, and the Comb Mountain was still expanding!

How could such a stand exist?! A quick assessment was all Krieg needed to know. At this rate of expansion, Comb Mountain would soon flatten three surrounding streets. Unlike the weather forecaster, he was merely flesh and blood. If the teeth of the comb grazed him, he'd likely be ripped to shreds!

"Xylene, F.F., Anna Sui, weather forecast, can you hear me?"

Krieg shouted towards the other side of Comb Hill. It was not that he was unwilling to run, but when the attack of "Bohemian Rhapsody" started, all the vehicles on the street were out of control, and he really had no way to get around it with his current body.

"Weather Forecast, go find the enemy's real body. You'll soon be blinded by the enemy's influence and unable to see anyone else, but only you will be able to see the enemy! The enemy's Stand ability will completely isolate the real body and the Stand, waiting for an opportunity to assassinate the defenseless body!"

Krieg didn't care about the consequences anymore. Instead, he tried his best to test the bottom line of fate, but the consequences came faster than he imagined!

"I can't find a red rose anywhere in my garden," the weeping student said to Krieger, tears welling in her beautiful eyes. "Alas, happiness depends on such a small thing! I have read all the wise men have written, and all the secrets of knowledge are within my head, yet for lack of a single red rose I must live a miserable life."

"Get out, you pervert, you look like a shemale!" Krieg kicked the student in the neck. The sound of broken bones was extremely crisp, but the guy bounced up from the ground again in the next second.

"The Prince is giving a ball to-morrow evening," murmured the young Student to himself, "and my beloved will be there. If I had given her a red rose, she would have danced with me till dawn. If I had given her a red rose, I should have put my arms around her waist, and she would have leaned her head on my shoulder, and her hand would have been clasped in mine. But there are no red roses in my garden, and I must sit alone, and watch her go by. She will not notice me, and my heart will break."

"Fuck you!" Krieg squinted his eyes. This guy's neck was still broken, and the thing on it was dangling crookedly on his chest. And he could actually spew out parallel sentences from that mouth?!

Krieg looked at his arms that had turned into wings. A rose tree appeared next to Krieg without him noticing. His foot slipped and his chest involuntarily fell on the rose tree, and blood immediately gushed out!

In terms of physical strength alone, even if Krieg was stabbed head-on by the boning knife, the maximum penetration would be half a centimeter. However, the rose tree easily tore through his defense, and Krieg's body immediately softened.

This was a sign of excessive blood loss, but how could it happen so quickly?!

"Oh, dear nightingale," an old face suddenly appeared on the rose tree as Krieg pulled out the rose thorn. "If you want a red rose," the old face said, "you must use moonlight to create it with music, and dye it red with the blood in your heart."

"Beach Boy!" Krieg slipped and used gravity to chop off the spike. When his body touched the ground, the fishhook had already pierced the old man's face!

"Tell me what you did!" Krieg bit the fishing rod with his teeth, because half of his body had become bloated and hairy, just like a bird.

"It hurts, Nightingale, please don't be like this, I don't know, I really don't know anything, I'm just a piece of wood!

But there's nothing wrong with this. You can keep the little people company. Fantasy is wonderful. You used to like me, didn't you? It's deep in your heart that you feel this way. You long for separation. That's the world everyone yearns for. Bohemian Rhapsody is a natural rhapsody.

The rose tree's old face twisted, its branches trembling as it begged for mercy from Krieg, but the result was that its bark was about to be torn off! This guy could only speak, and his branches couldn't move like humans, so he could only wail loudly.

"My beloved will dance to the music of harp and violin. She will dance so lightly and happily that her heels will not even touch the floor. Servants in gorgeous costumes will surround her. But she will not dance with me because I have no red rose to give her." The student fell to the ground, covering his severed head with his hands and bursting into tears.

Krieg was horrified to find that his body was changing into the shape of a bird, exactly the bird in the fairy tale!

"You mama's boy over there, Mommy loves you, get out of here, okay?" Krieger tried to persuade her gently, but the student cried even louder after hearing Krieger's words, "I don't want a male mother, I don't want a male mother, I want red roses!"

His body became more and more like a bird, and Krieg uttered his last words in human form just before he completely transformed into an animal.

"You fucking lickspittle, you're going to die a miserable death, now crawl!"

ps: The operation of the game Honkai Impact 3rd is just a wise operation, but the people in this game are really stingy, so stingy that it is unreasonable.

Chapter 354 Why

"Why is he crying?" asked a small green lizard as it ran past him with its tail held high.

"Yes, why on earth is that?" said a butterfly, as she was dancing after a ray of sunshine.

"Yes, why on earth?" a daisy whispered softly to its neighbor in a low voice.

Krieg flapped his wings, first like a Tyrannosaurus Rex, and stepped on the mama's boy. His toes had transformed into sharp claws, and with one step, six bloody holes appeared on the student's body. The student wailed and kept talking about how much he needed a red rose, seemingly unaware that he was not human. So Krieg generously satisfied him, "Cat shakes off the water, cat lands, cat turns around!"

The student was hung on the rose tree. Krieg grabbed the student's head with one foot and pressed him tightly against the rose thorns. He shook him up and down twice, then pushed him sideways.

The blood gushed out very quickly, a large amount of blood flowed out from every part of the student's body, and the pure white rose was immediately dyed bright red. After the one-stop service, the student's body had increased in size. Part of it was swollen after the injury, and part of it was swollen after the wound was infected. However, that face still showed a smile that was so simple that it made people shudder, "I have a red rose, I have a red rose."

"For a red rose?" cried the little animals. "How funny!" said the little lizard, who was a sarcastic fellow, and could not help laughing.

"This is still far from enough. It needs more blood to irrigate it! Your blood must flow into my veins and become my blood!" The rose tree groaned with satisfaction. "Yes, yes!" "You said that as long as I gave you a red rose, you would dance with me," the student supported his broken body and shouted, "This is the reddest rose in the world. Wear it on your chest tonight, and when we dance together, it will tell you how much I love you."

Such words only made Krieg nauseous. If this fairy tale were to happen in reality, the student and the rose tree, two psychopaths, would be burned to death! Under Krieg's solemn gaze, the rose tree wrapped around the student's limbs, its half-finger-long thorns embedding into the student's body until both strange creatures became fanatical and twisted.

I need to leave quickly. These fairy tales are wrong. This is no longer the original plot!

Even the effects of Bohemian Rhapsody in the original version are uncertain. The most obvious is that Anna Sui can beat Pinocchio to hurt it, but she is helpless against the mother sheep, and she can be resurrected no matter how many times she is killed. For example, the fairy tale character that theoretically gives life to this stand-in will not help the original body, but the little black man did help the original body of Bohemian Rhapsody.

What was the name of that original body? It seemed to be something like Lu?

Krieg wanted to use the fishing line to leap over the building, but it was obvious he couldn't do it without his hands. Using his claws wouldn't work either. Nightingale would get dizzy when doing a handstand, and now Krieg didn't know what his true nature was. After trying for a while without success, he finally set his sights on his wings.

"Since I'm a bird," Krieg hopped a few times, feeling as if my bones were hollow and my weight was light, just like a real bird. According to this situation, should I be able to fly?

Krieg tried to flap his wings, and the dust around him flew everywhere. Although he had turned into a bird, a nightingale to be more precise, Krieg's strength was gradually recovering, and combined with his weight reduction of 80% to 90%, he was able to fly.

Is this what flying feels like?

Fairy tales mostly take place on the ground, so Krieg was safe for the time being. The hot summer air blew through the inside of his feathers, bringing a gentle and cool feeling. He now understood why humans have always regarded flying as a common dream, because it was really great. Flying without the help of external forces but only relying on one's own wings made this feeling extremely profound.

This is the ultimate freedom.

We are all slaves to fate, but sometimes we can get a respite when fate is asleep.

"I discovered this Spider-Man. Don't try to snatch it from me. Get out of my way." From Krieg's perspective, many people have goodwill towards fantasy creatures. Those well-known images have become reality. There are not only the screams of joy from children, but also the gazes of middle-aged people who once had youth. Krieg also saw an old man in a wheelchair trying to greet the fantasy character in front of him who was only wearing a pair of underwear.

"Hello, are you my fan?"

Next to Krieg sat a baby elephant with extremely large ears, flapping its ears and trying to maintain dynamic balance with Krieg. This had nothing to do with Dumbo's curiosity, but was purely because Krieg's flying speed was so impressive that Dumbo could only keep up with Krieg.

"Why didn't you break up? Who are you a fan of? You liked me a lot when you were little, right?"

"I didn't have cartoons to watch when I was a kid," Krieg flapped his wings. He didn't care about Dumbo's existence. After all, this guy had no ill intentions. Krieg looked at it panting and it was not easy to refuse it directly.

The key is Bohemian Rhapsody's true form. Currently, the only people who know it are Jolyne and Weather Forecast. The star-shaped birthmarks on their backs can help them find the Stand's true form. This chaotic Stand situation requires the Stand to be able to move at high altitudes. Now think about it, even though Bohemian Rhapsody's range is worldwide, the Stand's true form can't hide very far away. After all, Bohemian Rhapsody can't distinguish friend from foe, and Pucci will be attacked too. And no matter how dire the situation, Pucci will always go to a fixed place.

It's really amazing. Even if fate or gravity didn't summon Giorno, why does Giorno seem indifferent when this fantasy story of the whole world is out of control?

"Oh, hey, look, that's a character imported from Japan!" Dumbo was very outgoing. He pulled Krieger's neck hair and motioned him to look to the side.

Under Krieg's twitching eyes, Gundam and Ultraman were flying together. If Krieg saw correctly, there seemed to be a robot that looked very much like Captain Dragonfly.

It's really interesting. Krieg flapped his wings to avoid the atomic breath in the distance. It seemed that the fantasy creatures were fighting with something. If this goes on, the world will be doomed!

Chapter 355: Two on One, Bohemians and Haifeitianwai

Bohemian Rhapsody has no weaknesses, but the Stand's original body has weaknesses. If the original body is not found,

"Hehehe," Anglo said while sitting on the plane, waving his arms excitedly at the fairies flying outside the window, "It is this sense of fulfillment that is my burning motivation!"

He recalled the scene when he met Father Pucci. The priest said: "All of you who are attracted to me exist to accompany me to heaven. If Jolyne Kujo escapes from prison and dares to come here, he will find that he also exists to accompany me to heaven!"

Putchi put his hands on his hips and said this to Dio's three sons. The star birthmark on his exposed neck was very conspicuous. "Sons of Dio, there is still a week before the arrival of heaven. You must do your best to keep me safe and let me arrive safely at Cape Canaveral. This is your great happiness and the purpose of your existence!"

"My past life was like being possessed by a bad luck ghost. I lived aimlessly every day, not knowing why I lived. But now I understand that this is exactly why I exist. I don't need anesthetics anymore. I will do my best to protect that priest. Bohemian Rhapsody is really great. It will make the masses who laugh at me fall into the hopeless dark abyss!"

Krieger had no idea what Anglo was thinking; he didn't even know his name. In the original plot, it was the Weather Forecast who held Van Gogh hostage and threatened him, creating a replacement to negate the effects of the Weather Forecast's Bohemian Rhapsody. This temporary creation allowed all the other characters to return to their proper places. But there's a paradox here: if the fantasy character could draw something so powerful, powerful enough to kill him, then why was it so difficult for the Weather Forecast to simply create Van Gogh, a character capable of tracking down Father Pucci and killing him?

Krieg puffed out his cheeks, and when the complex words came out of his mouth, they sounded no different from the song of a nightingale, but Dumbo could understand him.

"I hear my own voice as a bird, and you can actually understand it," Krieger said to Dumbo. Dumbo just blinked and looked at him with his bright eyes. "It's the instinct of fantasy creatures to understand the language of each character. But I'm also very curious, why did you become a fantasy? According to you humans, we are just creatures in the pen, so we can change our appearance, but you..."

Dumbo pointed at their feet and said, "Look, among all these humans, you are the only one who has become like this. Of course, you are also the only one who has not separated his soul from his body. How strange!"

No, Krieger lowered his head, not wanting Dumbo to see his expression. He knew exactly why he had become like this, because he was also an idealist creature, or at least he was transforming into one, and that was why he was influenced by Bohemian Rhapsody.

"You said that all fantasy characters can understand what I say?" Krieger suddenly had a brilliant idea. After getting Dumbo's confirmation, Krieger took Dumbo in turn and immediately rushed to the nearest art museum, which is also the largest art museum in Florida - the Florida Museum of Art.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the idea of ​​creating a substitute for Pucci had a high chance of success!

And on the ground, unnoticed by Krieger, Dio's second son, Richie, was riding a motorcycle, carefully avoiding a fairy-tale character whose target was also the Florida Art Museum!

"Father, please let me open my eyes before that. One of my eyelids always droops and I can't open it. I try to open it but I just can't do it." Richieel was also recalling his first meeting with Pucci. He knelt down and prayed to the man.

At that time, every doctor's diagnosis was that there was nothing wrong with Richiell's body. The first attack occurred when Richiell was 16 years old and in the final exam room. Suddenly, both of his eyelids became very heavy, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open them. He was so scared that he had difficulty breathing. However, the people around him either made sarcastic remarks or acted like they didn't know him and told him to get out of here. Richiell was so anxious that he broke out in a sweat, and he never went to school again.

"Think about Dio, Richie," Pucci stretched out his hand, his eyes fixed on him. "That was the purpose of your birth. You're in so much pain because you don't understand the meaning of your life. Think about your bloodline. My sons, you've lived in ignorance until now, not knowing who your biological father is. You live for me. You must accompany me to heaven. Dio's bloodline will allow you to grow spiritually and grant you great blessings!"

"But I don't have the ability, I really can't do anything," Richieel said in fear, but also vaguely expecting something.

"Yes, you are very capable, but you have never discovered your best innate talents." Father Pucci put his hand on Richie's head. Richie felt as if something was pulled out by Father Pucci. As he expected, Father Pucci read his talents!

Then you see those little things, your eyes open, and they become very clear, and you can see those creatures flying in the sky with your naked eyes!

I will repay you, Father Pucci, I, Richiele, am ready!