Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

As Joseph Joestar said, Dior is an extremely proud person.

He may be unscrupulous or inhumane, but it is undeniable that his heart is tougher than most people in the world!

and so……

Even though he knew that Jonathan Joestar's descendants had arrived in Cairo, he did not take the initiative to trouble the other party, but stayed in the mansion quietly, waiting for the other party to come to the door, like the absolute king who sits high on the throne and looks down at the chaotic ministers and thieves. .

But what puzzled him was that for several days, the 'ants' headed by Joseph Joestar did not move at all, which made Dio a little puzzled.

but.

He didn't take it too seriously, he just thought the other party was timid and had scruples.

Another day passed, and Dior put down the book in his hand and gently lifted the crystal goblet.

The crimson blood in the cup was like a flowing ruby ​​in the dim light.

As the emperor of darkness, as the savior in the mouth of the wicked, his usual work is almost nothing.

- of course.

How can the superiors do the work themselves, while the subordinates spend their days leisurely?
At the end of the day, there was only one thing he needed to do.

That is "domination".

Dominate everything, dominate everything!
Very elegantly tasting the blood of the girl, Dior unconsciously touched the scar on his neck.

The scar is barely visible...

In other words, he has almost completely mastered this body.

"Jonathan, if you're still alive, I really want to say thank you. This tempered body is really useful, and it complements my identity." Dio murmured to himself, and the old days appeared in his eyes. The appearance of a rival.

He didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that the experience a hundred years ago left an indelible trace in his life.

but.

It's just traces.

His plan was a hundred times better than before!
Compared with a manor with some insignificant property, completing evolution and ascending to "heaven" is what he really desires.

To this end, it is necessary to eliminate hidden dangers.

Joseph Joestar...

No.

It should be said that the blood of the Joestar family must not survive in the world!
Putting down the crystal glass, Dio looked at a mirror in the room.

His mind moved slightly, and purple thorns suddenly appeared on his body. At first glance, it was almost the same as the Hermit Purple possessed by Joseph Joestar.

"Is this ability about to disappear?" Dio licked the blood on his mouth.

Because of his special body, he not only has an invincible substitute - the world.

It also activates the ability to read and write remotely to a certain extent.

According to the connection in the blood, he can monitor the movements of Joseph Joestar and his party very well.

In fact, this is also the fundamental reason why the other party is constantly attacked during the journey.

But now it seems that this ability is only due to the power of blood activation. As he gradually merged with Jonathan Joestar's body, this body completely cut off contact with the Joestar family...

Closer to home.

Through the mirror, Dior easily observed the movements of Joseph Joestar and his party.

Just like yesterday, these ignorant guys are nesting in a hotel, gathering together in threes and fives, seeming to be very alert.

Dio's mouth couldn't help evoking a sneer.

In the end, it's just a bunch of gutless rats.

Shaking his head, he took the initiative to interrupt the reading and writing, and decided to put these guys down temporarily.

The night is getting darker.

Although Dior himself does not need sleep to maintain his physical state, he still likes to take a nap in bed for a while, consciously or unintentionally.

To achieve great things, rest is very important.

I closed my eyes while thinking about the specific plan to go to "Heaven" in my heart.

After a while, Dior fell asleep.

Unexpectedly, this sleep, he actually had a long-lost dream.

In the dream, he returned to the familiar manor a hundred years ago, to the place where he grew up.

As we all know, dreamers generally do not realize that they are dreaming, but Dior is different, because his mental state is different from ordinary people, so that he perceives the abnormal environment at the first time he falls into the dream.

But he didn't have anything to be nervous about, instead he felt a sense of nostalgia.

of course.

What he misses is not the good old days, but the feeling of lurking in the dark, always hiding his fangs and ambitions.

"Dior, what are you stunned for? Come on."

Suddenly, a familiar voice ripped Dio's thoughts out of nostalgia.

Looking around, he saw a vigorous youth with a strong body and dark blue hair.

This guy is none other than his childhood sweetheart and blood nemesis - Jonathan Joestar.

"Hoohoo, what an accident, I didn't expect Dior to see you again one day." Dior put his hands on his hips, "Jonathan, you still haven't changed at all, as soon as you see the stupid look on your face, let him I can't help but want to laugh."

Hearing this, Jonathan Joestar was taken aback for a moment, and he couldn't help frowning, "Dior, do you want to fight again? Be careful I'll kick you to tears with this thigh thicker than a log."

The conversation changed, "Okay, let's not talk about this, the first amusement park in town is going to open today, are you sure you don't want to come and see it with me?"

amusement park?
Dio twitched the corners of his mouth, not knowing what to think.

Where did the UK come from an amusement park a hundred years ago?
Oh, this dream is really strange enough.

I also want to know that Dior, who is very ambitious, cannot be interested in such things as amusement parks.

He sneered as he approached Jonathan, trying to relive the thrill of killing his foe without even thinking about it.

However, at this moment, the scene changed.

Jonathan Joestar, who was fine one second, suddenly turned into a group of white doves flapping their wings the next.

Not only that, but the environment around it has also undergone earth-shaking changes.

The full-fledged English manor has disappeared, replaced by rows of extremely colorful amusement facilities.

Dio sensed something was wrong.

Suddenly, a black shadow slowly fell from the sky.

The shadow was wearing a hood and a wide cloak, and was holding a brass-colored metal sickle in his hand.

"Hee hee." Reaper 13, who had a clown makeup on his face, sneered and slashed at Dior with a scythe without saying a word.

Dio laughed angrily, "Do you have the courage to approach me, the emperor of darkness? Very well, I accept your challenge. The world!"

He pointed forward.

But what is surprising is that the world that follows you around does not appear.

Dio was slightly taken aback.

While he was stunned, Death God 13's sickle slashed over.

Dio could have avoided, but he stood there abruptly, without any idea of ​​dodging.

Just before the scythe was about to slash him, two high-pressure water guns suddenly shot out of Dio's eyes.This is one of the fighting methods that he relied on to survive before, and the empty cracked eyes are terrifying!

but.

The imagined scene did not appear.

The empty cracked eye shot directly through the God of Death 13, but the God of Death 13 was completely uninjured, and the scythe swung down, directly cutting Dio's body in half.

If an ordinary person suffers this kind of injury, he will definitely die, but Dior himself is a vampire, and his regeneration ability is different from that of ordinary people.

It's just... The over-speed regeneration of body tissue requires a considerable amount of life energy. Rao is that Dior has almost merged with Jonathan Joestar's body, and this has caused him a lot of damage.

"You bastard ant, actually... dare to hurt me Dior!"

Dio stared viciously at the black god of death in front of him. Instead of fear, an unprecedented dangerous aura erupted.

Meanwhile, the outside world.

The 'hard boy' who sneaked into the mansion at some point suddenly showed a panicked expression.

"No, his mental power... His mental power is so powerful that I can't maintain my dream soon!"

Hearing this, Jon frowned.

Dior was more tricky than he imagined...

His original plan was to use the power of Death God 13 as much as possible to consume the opponent's vitality in the dream. Now it seems that it is the best result to weaken the opponent's strength to [-]%.

However, it is up to people to make things happen, and it is up to God to make things happen.

Reaper 13 had done his best, and he couldn't ask for more.

In this case, just flip the table and show that the chariots and Dio Brando have a fight!

Thinking of this, Jon picked up the cradle of the 'hard boy' and stuffed him directly into a modest box, "Just stay here for a while, and I'll pick you up when the fight is over!"

Hearing this, the 'hard boy' people are stupid.

No, I'm just a child, are you sure you want to put me in this dangerous battlefield?

But human crumbs are human crumbs after all, and Jon won't change his mind because of the age of the 'hard boy'.

He took out a pager in his arms and said solemnly, "Okay, we can start moving."

Almost two or three seconds after his words fell, the sun rose.

Of course, that's not the real sun, but a stand-in for that fat Arab.

In an instant, the entire mansion was illuminated by sunlight, and the vampire servants who were transformed by Dior's vampire ability didn't even react, and disappeared under the sunlight.

And Dior himself finally woke up from the control of Death 13 with tenacious willpower.

He first glanced at the sheets.

The bed sheet was eroded by blood, and he gritted his teeth, "It seems that the damage in the dream will also reflect back to reality."

Feeling his own physical condition, he felt a little calmer in his heart.

Although it is only 8% of the peak strength, it is enough to take care of some juniors.

However, he clearly remembered that it was late at night before falling asleep, why did it feel like the sun had risen after only two or three minutes?
And this sun...

It seems a little more violent than the noon sun.

Although it is not fatal, no matter who it is, it will not like the feeling of the skin being scorched by the fire.

At this moment, Vanilla Ace stumbled in, one of the cronies he transformed into a vampire.

His condition was worse than Dior's, and his body had become crippled.

"Di... Lord Dior, there are enemies in the mansion."

"Of course I know this kind of thing." Dio responded with a cold face.

Vanilla Ace wanted to say something else.

Suddenly, a figure broke through the door.

Dio's eyes widened in disbelief. "Jonathan?"

Naturally, the intruder was not the long-dead Jonathan Joestar, but Jon!

However, with golden arcs wrapped around his body and a strong body, at first glance, he does look very similar to the ancestors of the Joestar family.

With just one glance, Jon recognized who the two were in the room.

Leaving Dio aside, he rushed directly to Vanilla Ace's side with lightning speed.

Ripple rush!

Clean and neat, cut in two.

Vanilla Ace was just a transformed vampire after all.

First, he was exposed to the sun, and then he was attacked by Jon with Ripple Qigong.

Although unwilling, it can only end with hatred.

Jon is so fast!
It was so fast that even Dior's reaction was a beat slower.

Until he killed Vanilla Ace, the emperor of darkness finally reacted, his blood-red eyes suddenly stared, "the world!"

But what puzzled him was that although the world stopped time, he did not find the black-haired boy who attacked during the time.

"Damn!" Dio couldn't help cursing.

Obviously, the enemy's stand-in ability belongs to the extremely rare space system.

Not even the world can find that space.

Thinking of this, Dior was very angry.

Vanilla Ace, who was beheaded just now, is also a rare space-type avatar. His avatar, Yakong Miasma, can eliminate space and send enemies to unknown places.

Unexpectedly, before that ability was used, his loyal servant was killed by that guy.

Although it was just a quick glance, if he didn't have dazzling eyes, the intruder should be Jon Joestar, the son of Joseph Joestar.

The Joestar family really deserves to be damned!
Dio thought to himself.

At the same time, the power of the world is lost.

Time resumes its flow.

With a swish, Jon's figure sprang out from behind Dio, and following the same pattern, he slashed at Dio's neck with his knife.

But Dior is not Vanilla Ace after all.

Turning around, he touched Jon's hand knife.

But in the next second, the flesh and blood of his legs quickly dissolved.

Like the spring sun melting snow, it disappeared without a trace.

Ripple Qigong...

And it is not inferior to Jonathan Joestar's Ripple Qigong, which is even more powerful.

All kinds of painful memories flooded into my heart, and Dior broke the defense.

Jon's face remained calm, but he sneered in his heart.

Just like his father Joseph Joestar, he was born with an extremely deep understanding of ripples and was a natural ripple messenger.

And he intends to practice ripples at a young age.

With talent and hard work, his Ripple Qigong cultivation base is not inferior to any Ripple Master in the world.

Even surpassed the ancestor Jonathan. Joestar.

It is no exaggeration to say, whether it is the ability of the 'door' to enter the inner world, or the profound ripple qigong.

In terms of attribute restraint, Jon Tianke Dior.

"I will cut off the centuries-old feud! Dio Brando, die!"