Lee Sin’s Bizzare Adventure Chapter 212: Like Cistus
Mista only has one chance to attack once.
For this hard-won opportunity, he chose to maximize it:
Since you can’t kill anyone, then destroy the arrow.
This successfully captures the main contradiction.
After all, Diavolo’s final hope of comeback now lies on the arrow.
As long as the insect arrow is destroyed, he will never have the chance to become stronger and unable to resist the overwhelming force of justice here.
The Jotaro Kujo who caused him endless headaches will become a hurdle that he can never overcome and an eternal nightmare that he can never get rid of.
Diablo himself obviously realized this:
“The arrow is gone.”
“Without that power, I”
Needless to say the consequences, just think about the enemy lineup he faced at this time:
Li Qing’s team, the organization that has changed hands, Jotaro Kujo, the SPW Foundation, and even the biggest gangster on earth who dares to kill other generals at will
Without enough strength, let alone turning the tables and settling accounts, he would probably be very reluctant to even protect himself.
“Asshole!”
Diablo’s eyes were already red.
“It’s all you, you two brats, who ruined everything for me!”
Giorno and Mista, these two fledgling boys, became the two targets that Diavolo wanted to kill the most.
Even Li Qing, who he has regarded as his enemy of fate since yesterday, does not have as much hatred in his mind as Giorno and Mista.
One of these two brats destroyed his self-esteem, and the other destroyed his hopes.
“Deserve to be killed!!”
Diablo yelled angrily.
He was like a mad dog who was forced into a dead end and jumped over the wall of reason in his mind:
“The Crimson King!”
The ferocious-looking humanoid stand took action immediately.
The “cooling time” of Shichi has not completely ended, but this is no longer important.
In order to ensure that the last bullet can destroy the target, Mista has completely exposed his own weaknesses:
Those three villains, no.1, no.2, and no.3.
They had just ridden the bullet all the way here. While successfully controlling the trajectory of the bullet that changed on the spot, they were also forced to send themselves into 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 are floating in the air not far in front of Diavolo.
They turned around and tried their best to fly back to their master.
But the Crimson King is much faster.
This ferocious and evil stand suddenly slashed out a hand knife, sweeping up a fierce and terrifying high-pressure storm.
Those three little people were like small boats heaving in the storm, unable to resist the huge waves rolled up by the tsunami.
With just one blow, they were all shattered to pieces.
These villains condensed from spiritual energy were crushed into nothingness fragments under the vast power.
“Ah!”
Mista, who was standing downstairs, immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.
Although the destroyed little guys will slowly regenerate, the huge damage caused by them returning to their original bodies when they are destroyed cannot be ignored.
The blow just now was almost fatal to Mista.
Even though he was so strong and unusually strong, he couldn’t withstand the triple damage that was restored to his whole body.
His muscles and bones were torn and trembled by this serious injury, and fatal cracks appeared in his internal organs.
Mista instantly lost his combat effectiveness.
Thump
The revolver without bullets fell limply to the ground.
Mista fell into a pool of his own blood.
He is still alive, still conscious, and still has the strength to speak, but he has no strength to fight anymore.
“Not enough!”
Diablo was obviously not satisfied with just seeing such a tragic image.
He has always liked to use the cruelest means to retaliate against his enemies, such as the human body slices that were once widely circulated in the passion organization as educational and promotional materials for the love group.
Now, Mista is not only an enemy, but also an enemy.
“Go to hell!”
Diablo roared and climbed up the rock guardrail on the second floor, then jumped down.
He landed steadily as the Crimson King approached, landing about ten meters in front of Mista and Giorno.
Then, Diablo straightened his body and took steps, approaching his goal step by step.
In every step, one can hear the frightening power.
“Golden experience!”
At this critical moment, Giorno took action:
“Wood big wood big wood big wood big!”
“Wood big wood big wood big wood big!”
The golden experience hammered the ground rapidly, and the shadow of the fist was like wind and waves.
While the “cooling time” of the enemy’s attack has not yet ended, it used its greatest strength and fastest speed to build lines of defense for its master.
First, there is a wave of vines growing backwards.
These vine branches immediately dragged Mista’s severely injured body and transported him farther and safer to the rear.
Then, there are the weeds growing on the ground.
These weeds grow wildly into one patch, and continue to die and fall as they grow, piling up layer upon layer.
In just a moment, they finally covered the ground with a grass carpet that was more than ten centimeters thick.
Finally, there are clusters of shrubs rising from the ground.
These shrubs formed a wide defensive line around Giorno.
The green branches and leaves overlap, and the branches are dotted with beautiful white and yellow flowers.
There seemed to be many other types of plants mixed in among the shrubs, but the ambient lighting was dim and the plants themselves were obscured by the flourishing shrubs, so it was difficult for people to notice them.
In this way, Giorno built a fortress of layers of plants around him.
Then, he guarded the plant fortress and closely protected Mista behind him.
“this”
Mista saw what Giorno did:
“Those plants are difficult, are they rock roses?”
He stared wide-eyed, and couldn’t hold back a drop of blood from the corner of his mouth.
“Don’t worry.”
Giorno turned around and said word by word:
“I will 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.
“What a blessing!”
“I originally thought I would be ambushed by the enemy after landing, but I didn’t expect that the whole journey was safe.”
Mista was happily talking to himself as he drove.
“No, this is not necessarily luck”
Giorno in the passenger seat poured cold water on him at an inappropriate time:
“We have a smooth journey and will definitely reach the Colosseum soon.”
“And Diavolo himself will probably appear there.”
“Huh?” Mista trembled: “Then, what should we do?”
“Nothing to do.”
Giorno sighed softly:
“In this situation, can we still not go?”
“”
“Yes, we must go.”
“However, now that we know that Diavolo may appear there, we have to think of countermeasures in advance, right?”
This is a serious question.
In fact, Li Qing and others have already discussed this:
The final conclusion is to stick together.
Form a team of at least three people, watch each other back to back, and maintain a defensive posture throughout.
It sounds a little helpless, but facing the elusive Crimson King, this is the only way.
Only by saving your life first can you find a way to launch a counterattack based on the specific environment, terrain, timing and other circumstances.
And now
“It’s just the two of us now.”
“If it’s just the two of us, or even worse, how should we deal with Diavolo?”
Mista knew very well that his Sex Pistols seemed not qualified to challenge the Crimson King in a duel.
Let alone winning, it is difficult to save your life.
“If you are short-staffed”
When talking about this issue, Giorno’s expression was also extremely serious:
“Then you can only find ways to use some small means to protect yourself.”
“For example, lay out traps with area-of-effect damage around you in advance so that Diavolo doesn’t dare to get close or he will be killed if he gets close.”
“Huh?”
Mista thought along Giorno’s train of thought:
“Then aren’t we finished?”
“Fuge’s purple smoke and poisonous mist can be released, but I can only shoot.”
“Plus you, your golden experience doesn’t seem to have any range-wide lethality.”
“No, there is.”
Giorno said meaningfully.
“Oh?”
“You can also put poison?”
“I can indeed release poison. After all, many plants in nature can release toxic gases.”
“However, most of these plant poisons that naturally volatilize into gas are not powerful enough and often only make people dizzy and nauseated;”
“Most highly toxic plant poisons require oral administration or blood contact, so there are many restrictions on their use in actual combat.”
“So I’m actually more inclined to use fire.”
“Fire?” Mista looked curious: “The golden experience also has the ability to set fire?”
“Of course you can’t set fire to the golden experience, but plants can.”
“For example”
Giorno continues to popularize science:
“As long as the weeds are allowed to pile up, and then the golden experience is used to accelerate the respiration and heat production inside them, the heat will continue to accumulate inside the grass pile, eventually leading to “smoldering”. ”
“This way, I will have fire to use.”
“But isn’t that enough?”
Mista, who was born in a rural area, couldn’t help but question:
“I have seen spontaneous combustion of grass in my hometown’s pasture.”
“The speed of spontaneous combustion is too slow, how can it be used in combat to hurt people?”
“This is just a ‘fire source’.”
“Grass piles can provide a source of fire, while other plants can provide a large amount of flammable materials:”
“For example: eucalyptus trees that can secrete a large amount of eucalyptus oil, eucalyptus trees that can secrete isoprene, and our specialty here, Mediterranean cistus.”
Giorno’s voice paused slightly:
“Did you know?”
“The branches and leaves of Mediterranean Cistus secrete a flammable volatile essential oil.”
“It often actively ‘kills’ itself.”
“Suicide, can plants commit suicide?” Mista’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Yes”
“However, it does this for a reason.”
“The Mediterranean climate has high temperatures and hot summers, and rain and heat occur at different times. Cistus can easily die of thirst due to water loss in the hot summer.”
“So, it chose to secrete a large amount of essential oil under the scorching sun, creating conditions for spontaneous combustion and burning itself to death.”
“When you are burned to ashes, the ‘enemy plants’ competing for nutrients in the nearby land will also be burned to death by the fire.”
“And in the rich fire soil of accumulated plant ash, cistus children will sprout green shoots from their heat-resistant shells and thrive among the embers of their parents.”
Giorno told an amazing plant epic.
Listening, Mista was actually moved by the story of a shrub:
“The sacrifice of one generation in exchange for the life of the next generation”
“It turns out that there are such touching stories in nature.”
“That’s right.”
“So, don’t worry”
Giorno said to Mista very solemnly:
“I will protect you, just like Cistus.”
“Yeah.”
Mista nodded with emotion.
“Wait”
He was stunned for a moment, suddenly feeling that something was wrong with Giorno’s words:
“Protect me like a rock rose?”
“A plant like Cistus has sacrificed its life for its descendants.”
“Giorno, you”
“Could it be”
Mista’s face changed drastically:
“Are you taking advantage of me?”
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