Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Diablo's tone was full of sarcasm.

But his eyes didn't relax 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 used the ability of Epitaph to examine the next ten as soon as he appeared. seconds in 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's heart, so Diavolo has followed this future until now.

Then, in the latter 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 Slash 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.

In addition, the Crimson King did not have the ability to catch bullets with his bare hands. Diavolo in this future naturally died in frustration under the bullets that he could not avoid at all.

Of course, this is nothing. He has experienced this situation too many times.

If the future seen in the epitaph were taken seriously, Diavolo might not even be able to count how many times he had 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 shaving to dodge once it is released.

Oh, you really have a good substitute ability.

Diavolo 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 shaking slightly.

Compared with Giorno next to him, his chaotic and heavy breathing was even more clear in the darkness.

You're scared.

Such a will cannot be my enemy.

During this tense and almost stagnant time, Diavolo spoke in a leisurely tone:

Now I'm upstairs, you're 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, and reloading takes time. There will eventually be gaps in your attack methods.

As he spoke, Diavolo 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 now, and I might be able to spare your lives!

As soon as he finished speaking, the Crimson King raised his sword high.

Polnareff's life is at stake.

Diavolo was right.

Mista couldn't imagine how he could stop Diavolo now.

The opponent's ghostly actions and the unexpected and swift offensive just now deeply shocked him, who had never really seen Shiqie before.

How can we 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 right 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.

Diavolo was more terrifying and oppressive than any enemy he had ever seen before.

This young man who had been a warrior 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 gun held tightly by Diavolo. Insect Arrow:

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 so

The Crimson King upstairs has raised his sword high and will take away Polnareff's life in the next second.

Sex Pistols!

Almost no thought.

Mista subconsciously pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew out of the gun barrel.

The fire dispelled the darkness, and the Crimson King's offensive was once again blocked.

Diavolo 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.

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It was only at this moment that 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 see.

Although the result was no different from before, Diablo 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 snatch 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 capabilities!

Diavolo'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 - as soon as the offensive stopped, Diavolo would kill people.

All they can do now is try their best to prevent what is about to happen.

Wood big wood big wood big wood big!

The swift fist shadow of the golden experience 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 grew, they were just vines. By the time they could climb up to the second floor and attack him, Polnareff's head would 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, accurately and quickly adjusting the course of the metal beast beneath it.

Diablo was concentrating on guarding against this.

The Crimson King's super dynamic vision captured the timing of the bullet flying, and then:

Make time leap!

Another 0.5 seconds was quietly deleted.

The bullet came out of the body and hit the ground.

The third bullet.

Diavolo counted silently in his mind, knowing that Mista would have to reload after firing six 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 chance to become stronger as he did.

It's easier to understand if you just leave:

Jotaro didn't know when it would come, and he didn't want to stay here for a second after getting the arrow.

He didn't even want to waste time killing Giorno and Mista - there was no point in rushing for a moment, and it wouldn't be too late to come back and liquidate the enemy after he had thoroughly studied the secrets of the insect arrows.

After all, if these two guys hadn't ignored the current situation and insisted on getting in the way, Diavolo would have killed everyone and ran away.

What made him impatient was 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 Diavolo could catch it with his naked eyes.

The bullets roared again, even though the first three bullets had no effect.

The 4th shot.

Diavolo 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're down to your last bullet!

Diablo gasped slightly.

The long period of sharpening when grabbing arrows at the beginning, coupled with the five consecutive short bursts of sharpening while dodging bullets, did consume some mental energy.

But his tone was still calm, with a calmness that understood everything:

Is this one bullet enough for you to stop me?

The second one will be posted later.