Lee Sin’s Bizzare Adventure Chapter 209: Act from the heart
Diablo’s tone was full of sarcasm.
But his eyes were not relaxed at all.
Prudence, a quality that only the weak attaches great importance to, has long been deeply imprinted in the bone marrow of this dark emperor.
Although the two crippled brats present did not seem to be much of a threat to him, in order to prevent himself from capsizing in the gutter, Diavolo still used the ability of “Epitaph” to examine him as soon as he appeared. ten seconds into the future.
At the beginning of the preview screen:
The insect arrow was easily snatched away by him. Polnareff tried his best to fight back but was easily knocked to the ground.
He smiled and said a few words of mockery, and the Crimson King raised his legs high, preparing to deliver the final blow to Polnareff.
This kind of future suits Diavolo very much, so Diavolo has followed this future until now.
Then, in the later part of the prediction
As expected, Diavolo saw himself being attacked.
But I only saw Mista taking action
Because Giorno in the future scene was already dead before he could take action.
The future shown in the epitaph is Diavolo’s fate if he does not use the time cut to change his destiny.
So in the future scene shown on the epitaph, he did not use time to dodge the Sex Pistol’s precision-guided bullets.
Coupled with the fact that the Crimson King is not capable of catching bullets with his bare hands, Diavolo in this future naturally dies in frustration due to bullets that cannot be avoided at all.
Of course, this is nothing. He has experienced this situation too many times.
If the future seen in the epitaph is taken seriously, then Diavolo may not even 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:
“Gedo Mista.”
“A bullet that can be guided with precision will force me to use time to dodge once it is released.”
“Oh, you really have a good substitute ability.”
Diablo looked at Mista condescendingly, with secret vigilance in his eyes.
It was difficult to see clearly in the dim light, but he could still vaguely notice:
The hands of the young man downstairs holding the gun were trembling slightly.
Compared with Giorno beside him, his chaotic and heavy breathing was even more clear in the darkness.
“You are afraid.”
“Such a will cannot be my enemy.”
During this tense and almost stagnant time, Diavolo spoke in a leisurely tone:
“Now I am upstairs, you are downstairs, and Polnareff is at my feet.”
“It only takes me 1 second to kill him. The only way you can stop me is with bullets.”
“But your revolver only has six bullets in total, and one has been used now.”
“Sooner or later the bullets will run out, reloading takes time, and your attack methods will eventually have gaps”
As he spoke, Diablo glanced coldly at Polnareff who was forced to crawl at his feet:
“Want to stop me from killing someone?”
“You might as well give up as soon as possible, maybe I can spare your life!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the Crimson King raised his sword high.
Polnareff’s life is in danger
Diablo is right.
Mista now has no idea how he can stop Diavolo.
The opponent’s ghostly actions just now, and his unexpected and swift offensive, deeply shocked him, who had never really seen Shiqi.
“How to stop such a powerful guy?”
“Damn it, don’t talk about saving that broom-head uncle, I can’t even think of how to protect myself now!”
“With my power, I can only delay it for a few seconds at most.”
In this flash of lightning, Mista felt a kind of powerlessness.
Diablo is more terrifying and oppressive than any enemy he has ever seen before.
This young man who had been a soldier for less than two days finally fell into confusion.
With this confusion, he unconsciously looked at his companion beside him, Giorno Giovanna.
Giorno noticed Mista’s gaze, which clearly said:
“What to do?”
“Should we run away?”
Giorno didn’t say much.
With the same nervous but not panicked eyes, he guided Mista to look at Polnareff who was trapped at the feet of the Crimson King, and the one held tightly by Diavolo. Insect arrow in hand:
Obviously, once they give up, Polnareff will definitely die, and the insect arrows will irreversibly fall into Diavolo’s hands.
Then Giorno simply replied:
“Follow your heart!”
“Follow my heart?”
Mista was slightly startled:
If he really followed his heart, he would turn around and run away now.
He was thinking this
The Crimson King upstairs has raised his sword high and will take away Polnareff’s life in the next second.
“Sex Pistols!”
Barely thought.
Mista subconsciously pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew out of the gun barrel with a roar.
The fire dispelled the darkness, and the Crimson King’s offensive was blocked again.
Diablo was forced to turn on the time cut with an unhappy expression, and once again used the short time cut of 0.5 seconds to dodge the turning bullet.
Just like before, Polnareff survived.
“this”
Until this moment, Mista woke up from a dream:
What he subconsciously chose just now was not to stay in a daze or run away, but to continue the “repeated and useless” attack.
It turns out that this is what Giorno meant.
The heart that a mortal follows and the heart that a warrior follows are inherently different.
“I understand.”
Although the result was no different from before, Diavolo was still unscathed and the situation still did not get any better.
But Mista’s eyes became firm unknowingly:
“I want to save that uncle, I want to **** that arrow, and I want to knock down that man”
“This is what I really want!”
He said the “unrealistic” declaration, and his hands holding the gun gradually became calmer.
“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities!”
Diablo’s tone was still disdainful.
But he also had to admit that Mista and Giorno’s “ignorance of current affairs” still caused him a little trouble:
“Sex Pistols!”
“Golden experience!”
The two of them spontaneously launched an attack.
They did not discuss tactics, because the current situation was too urgent to allow them to communicate and analyze that once the offensive stopped, Diavolo would kill someone.
What they can do now is do their best to prevent what is about to happen.
“Wood big wood big wood big wood big!”
The golden experience’s swift fist shadow poured onto the ground without any reservation.
A huge vine quickly sprouted from the ground.
These vines grew wildly under the infusion of massive vitality, like flexible snakes, rushing toward Diavolo standing upstairs with the momentum of a surging tide.
But Diavolo didn’t care.
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 will probably have been split in half with a hand knife.
The primary enemy he needs to worry about now is Mista’s Sex Pistols.
The inconspicuous little golden man is now riding on the supersonic pistol bullet, adjusting the course of the metal beast under him accurately and quickly.
Diablo was concentrating on guarding against this.
The Crimson King’s super dynamic vision captured the timing of the bullet flying, and then:
“Let time fly!”
Another 0.5 seconds was quietly deleted.
The bullet came out of the body and hit the ground.
“The third bullet.”
Diablo counted silently in his mind, knowing that Mista had to reload after firing 6 rounds.
That way he can seize this gap and achieve his goal:
Kill Polnareff, then leave directly with the insect arrows.
The purpose of killing Polnareff was to make the secret of knowing how to use arrows disappear forever, so that Jotaro and others would not find other arrows that might have the same effect and get the same opportunity to become stronger as him.
It’s easier to understand if you leave directly:
Jotaro didn’t know when he would come. He didn’t want to stay here for a second after getting the arrow.
In fact, he didn’t even want to waste time killing Giorno and Mista for a quick gain. It wouldn’t be too late to come back and liquidate the enemy after thoroughly studying the secrets of the insect arrows.
After all, if these two guys hadn’t ignored the current affairs and insisted on getting in the way, Diavolo would have killed everyone and ran away.
What makes him impatient is that they really carried out the obstruction to the end:
The vines were still spreading crazily upstairs in the darkness, even if the speed was so slow that Diablo could see it with the naked eye.
The bullets came roaring again, even though the first three bullets had no effect.
“The 4th shot.”
Diablo counted the number of bullets and turned on time cutting again.
The bullet missed, no suspense.
“The fifth shot.”
For the fifth time, Diavolo used time cuts continuously for a short period of time.
The answer I silently counted in my mind was already close to the revolver’s loading limit.
“You only have the last bullet left!”
Diablo calmly shouted in a tone of insight:
“Is this one bullet enough for you to stop me?”
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