Lee Sin’s Bizzare Adventure Chapter 213: Playing with fire and burning yourself
The Colosseum, now. Flashdance
“Hello”
Hearing the words “I will protect you” that Giorno turned around to say, Mista finally woke up
“Damn egg roll head, don’t act cool!”
“If you stop the enemy in this way, you will die even if you win!”
He roared so excitedly in his heart.
Although we have only known each other for two days, we have experienced countless life and death together.
This kind of guy who can make people trust their lives is a true friend that he could not meet for many years when he was a gangster.
Mista tried his best to crawl back, trying to stop the suicidal behavior.
But his broken body could no longer exert any strength. He could only watch with trembling eyes as he was pushed further and further away by the spreading vines.
Giorno didn’t look back, let alone stop.
He knew what he was doing.
Like Cistus
The idea of voluntarily sacrificing oneself for one’s heirs is just a literary statement, from a pragmatic perspective
Even if it doesn’t spontaneously combust, it will probably be roasted to death by the scorching summer sun. It would be better to burn itself to death cleanly, and before it dies, it can also take away the nearby weeds that compete with it for its living space.
The same is true for Giorno’s current situation.
You will die if you fight, and you will die if you don’t fight. It’s better to fight and see if you can take away someone to support you.
With this determination, he tried his best to drive the golden experience to change the terrain
“Wood big wood big wood big wood big!”
Grass carpets and shrubs continued to grow and spread around Giorno.
Under the dim light, the shadowy branches and leaves are connected together, and the faint fragrance spreads wantonly.
This ancient Colosseum, which has gone through many vicissitudes of life, has now turned into a beautiful and vibrant garden amid the ever-lasting golden shadow.
And Giorno stood in this plant fortress woven with flowers and green leaves, looking firmly at the invading enemy.
Similarly, this low wall made of plants also tightly blocked Diavolo’s path, trapping him in a cramped corner of the circular Colosseum.
“If you want to get over it, kill me first!”
Giorno said with a stern expression.
“Oh, don’t make a mistake”
“Now is not the time for you to protect others.”
Looking at the low green wall in front of him that “sealed” him outside, the anger on Diavolo’s face became more intense
His current target is not just Mista.
The hatred Giorno held in his heart was not low at all.
Seeing his prey standing in front of him with a look that would rather die than give in, he was like seeing a cockroach with a slipper on its head and still stuck in place, arrogantly and provocatively. It was really disgusting.
So, in the midst of the overwhelming murderous intent and endless anger
Diablo stopped.
Yes, he said the harshest words in the harshest voice, but his feet did not move an inch.
The anger still did not go to his head. Even if he was so agitated, Diavolo was not stupid enough to rush headlessly against the enemy’s defense line.
He stopped quietly in the distance, waiting and observing.
The air suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
There were no voices or footsteps, only the heavy breathing of a few people present.
It is obvious that among these breathing sounds, Giorno’s breathing has obviously become heavier
“Diablo stopped moving.”
“He must be observing me, observing these plants.”
This is an extremely unfortunate phenomenon.
What Giorno wanted to see most was for Diavolo to be carried away by anger, and then rush into the flowers and attack him regardless.
In that case, he would accidentally get covered in Cistus essential oil while walking.
The steps he walked through the vegetation must have stirred up the grass carpets piled on the ground.
The smoldering sparks inside the grass carpet will then come into contact with sufficient oxygen from the outside, igniting a visible open flame in an instant, igniting this large area of plants covered with volatile flammable essential oils.
By then, even if Diablo, who was covered in oil and caught in the fire, was not burned to death, he would probably lose a layer of his skin.
However, an ideal state is an ideal state after all.
Really returning to reality
Seeing Diavolo’s face twitching in anger, he did not launch a direct attack so recklessly.
He is like a thousand-year-old turtle. As long as he senses the slightest danger, he will subconsciously retract into his shell.
No matter how angry you are.
“What a difficult guy.”
Giorno’s expression became increasingly serious
“With such a cautious character and such a powerful substitute, I’m afraid I will never be able to take the initiative in front of this man based on my golden experience alone.”
“In this way, the key to victory or defeat lies in Diavolo’s own choice.”
While Diavolo stopped to observe, Giorno was also nervously waiting for Diavolo’s judgment
“If he decides not to come into contact with these plants at all, but uses his avatar to climb back to the second floor and take a detour, bypassing the defense line formed by these plants, then I will have no way to stop his killing.”
“But if he doesn’t see anything wrong, or even if he notices something is wrong, he is confident that he can use time to break through the defense line, then I may still have a chance.”
After all, what matters now is whether Diavolo dares to kill Giorno.
If he is really cowardly enough to swallow all the harsh words he just said and dare not approach Giorno who is protected by these plants, then there is nothing Giorno can do.
“So”
An unprecedented tension hit my heart.
For the first time in a long time, this perfect young man, who was like a son of a god, felt a lingering powerlessness.
The manpower has been exhausted, and we can only leave it to fate
“Diablo”
“What would you choose?”
Time passed like this for several extremely long seconds in deathly silence.
Diablo finally made his choice
He did not choose to retreat, nor did he go up the stairs to take a detour. Instead, he slowly took a step forward.
Step after step, Diavolo walked forward head-on.
He walked to the low green wall with dense foliage.
Take another step forward, and he and his double’s bodies will touch the cistus bush whose leaves are covered with plant essential oils.
Deeper, his feet stir the thick carpet of grass with sparks smoldering within.
“Come on”
“Come in and kill me!”
Giorno suppressed his inner uneasiness and waited silently.
However
At this moment, in Giorno’s eyes that concealed infinite nervousness
Diablo stopped again.
“This?” Giorno’s heart sank.
Diablo curled up the corners of his mouth that had been twisted with anger and smiled gloomily
“Haha.”
“At first I was still guessing whether there were any poisons on these plants that humans can’t touch, but seeing you staying in the flowers, you didn’t show anything strange after several seconds.”
“In the end, I still didn’t expect it”
“What you used was not poison, but fire.”
“What?!”
There was a surprise in Giorno’s eyes
How did Diavolo know that he was going to use fire?
Now that the light is so dim, the essential oils covered on the branches and leaves of Cistus cannot be distinguished with the naked eye.
How can you tell which plant it is just by smelling it?
However, Diavolo, as if he could predict the future, saw his true intention for no reason.
Could it be that his Crimson King really has another ability besides Time Cut?
This question is very important.
But Giorno had no time to think about it.
The result of the plan being exposed is fatal, just like now
“What a creative tactic.”
“Once the oil on your body burns, you won’t be able to get rid of it even if you cut it while turning it on.”
“But, it’s a pity”
“Such a terrible scene, I saw it clearly before it happened.”
The Crimson King slowly stepped forward amidst Diavolo’s mocking voice.
“Of course this kind of ‘future’ that is not good for me must be deleted.”
The Crimson King has activated time cutting.
In the previous few seconds of waiting, its ability to overload rest has been restored.
In the middle of the cut, the Crimson King leaned down.
It pointed at the thick pile of grass piled under the trees in front of it, and slashed out a hand knife from a distance.
This hand knife did not damage anything, it just caused a small whirlwind.
The whirlwind blew directly towards the haystack, blowing away the dead grass on the surface of the haystack, revealing a smoldering hot spark underneath.
Boom!
The flames soared into the sky.
The Crimson King quickly retreated and the time cut ended.
Giorno didn’t react at all.
When he realized something was wrong, what he saw in front of him was a sea of fire.
“Grease-secreting plants, spontaneous combustion haystacks”
“Giorno Giovanna, you have really prepared a good coffin for yourself.”
Diablo stood outside the suddenly lit fire, intact.
In his cold eyes, the flames swallowed up everything.