Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 213 Like Cistus

At one time, Mista only had one chance to attack.

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 for a 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 would become a hurdle that he could never overcome and an eternal nightmare that he could never get rid of.

Diavolo himself obviously realized this:

The arrows are gone.

If I don't have that power, I...

Needless to say the consequences, just think about the enemy lineup he faced at this time:

Team Lee Sin, 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 scores, he would probably be very reluctant to even protect himself.

Asshole!

Diavolo'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 Sin, who he had regarded as his enemy of destiny since yesterday, did not have as much hatred in his mind as Giorno and Mista at the moment.

These two brats destroyed his self-esteem and his hopes.

Deserves to be killed!!

Diavolo 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!

This ferocious-looking humanoid stand took action immediately.

The cooling time of the time cut has not completely ended, but this is no longer important.

Just now, in order to ensure that the last bullet could destroy the target, Mista had completely exposed his own weaknesses:

Those are the three villains, No.1, No.2, and No.3.

They had just ridden the bullet all the way here, and while successfully controlling the bullet's trajectory to change 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 little people were 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 far faster.

This ferocious and evil substitute suddenly struck out with a 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 the original body when they are destroyed cannot be ignored at all.

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 fighting ability.

thump--

The revolver, without bullets, fell limply to the ground.

Mista fell into a pool of his own blood.

He was still alive, still conscious, and still had the strength to speak, but he no longer had the strength to fight.

not enough!

Diavolo 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.

But now, Mista is not only an enemy, but also an enemy.

Go to hell!

Diavolo roared and climbed up the rock guardrail on the second floor, then jumped down.

He landed steadily under the approach of the Crimson King, landing about ten meters in front of Mista and Giorno.

Then, Diavolo 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!

The golden experience hammered the ground rapidly, and the shadow of the fist was like wind and waves.

Taking advantage of the cooling time of the enemy's attack, 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 further 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.

After a while, 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 covered 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.

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...could they be 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 would be safe.

Mista was happily talking to himself as he drove.

No, this is not necessarily luck.

Giorno in the passenger seat poured cold water at an inappropriate time:

We have a smooth journey and will surely 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 have to 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 drawn 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 ways 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 unqualified to challenge the Crimson King in a duel.

Let alone winning, it is difficult to save one's life.

If you're short-staffed.

When talking about this issue, Giorno's expression was also extremely serious:

Then we can only find ways to use some small means to protect ourselves.

For example, place a trap with a range of damage effects around you in advance so that Diavolo doesn't dare to get close or he will be killed if he gets close.

ha?

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 internal 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's eyes were full of curiosity: The golden experience also has the ability to set fire?

“Of course you can’t set fire to a golden experience, but plants can.”

For example

Giorno continued 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.

That way, I'll have fire to use.

But that's not enough, right?

Mista, who was born in a rural area, couldn't help but question:

“I’ve seen spontaneous combustion of grass on my home ranch.”

The speed of spontaneous combustion is too slow. How can it be used in combat to hurt people?

This is just a 'source of fire'.

Grass piles provide a source of fire, while other plants provide large amounts of flammable materials:

For example: eucalyptus trees that can secrete a lot of eucalyptus oil, eucalyptus trees that can secrete isoprene, and our specialty here, Mediterranean cistus.

Giorno's voice paused softly:

do you know?

“The branches and leaves of Mediterranean Cistus secrete a flammable, volatile essential oil.”

It often actively 'kills' itself.

Suicide, plants can also commit suicide? Mista's eyes widened in surprise.

Yes.

But it does it for a reason.

“The Mediterranean climate has high temperatures in summer, 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.

It will be burned to ashes, and the 'enemy plants' competing with it for nutrients in the nearby land will also be burned to death by the fire.

“And in the fertile fire soil where plant ash accumulates, cistus children sprout green shoots from their heat-resistant shells and thrive among the embers of their parents.”

Giorno told an amazing plant epic.

As he listened, Mista was actually moved by the story of a shrub:

The sacrifice of one generation buys 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.

Um.

Mista nodded with emotion.

etc.

He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that something was wrong with Giorno's words: