Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Let me go. I'm willing to obey!

Facing that suffocating fear, Fugo's mental defense finally collapsed.

He was forced to abandon his dignity and faith, and bowed his head to the devil who stole his body and played with his soul:

Purple smoke.

Come out!

Fugo used his tortured consciousness to summon a substitute according to Olanto's order.

Olanto immediately took advantage of the situation and gave a spiritual hint to Fugo, who was already in a trance due to pain and fear:

Go ahead and help me get rid of all the troublemakers!

yes.

A complex and unspeakable emotion welled up in Fuge's heart.

He was instinctively unwilling to be this monster's lackey, but in the end he still showed obedience.

Zi Yan then let out a beast-like roar, and stared straight ahead with a pair of eyes full of violence.

very good

Oranto was laughing wildly.

Although technically he only has Fugo's combat power, Olanto is full of confidence in this battle:

On the one hand, with his wonderful methods of stimulating hormone secretion and relieving muscle restrictions, Fugo can definitely exert a fighting power far beyond normal.

On the one hand, he had already observed that Apaki and Naranja were injured and had no success paddling the whole time, while Giorno and Bucciarati were seriously injured and bleeding and unable to move.

After careful calculation, only Li Qing can defeat the opponent.

Help me win, dear host!

Along with that disturbing spiritual suggestion, Olanto's voice became more arrogant.

However, this arrogance quickly disappeared.

Because Giorno and Bucciarati, these two seriously injured people who should have been dying, are now alive and moving.

How can it be?

How could their injuries heal so quickly!

Olanto had just been busy simulating a realistic scene of Fighting in the Library for Fugo, but he couldn't concentrate on observing other things.

But it only takes a few seconds.

When Olanto came to his senses, the two guys who had one foot in the urn were still alive like this?

He instinctively fell into shock.

At the same time, Li Qing and Bucciarati had already followed the pre-planned battle plan and faced Zi Yan who rushed forward without hesitation.

Antiviral serum can be supplied in unlimited quantities, and Ziyan's murderous virus can no longer pose a threat to people.

Without the ability bonus of the murderous virus, Zi Yan is just a power-A blank slate who can only slash flatly, and he is also the kind of fool who is not very good at thinking.

Soon, it encountered a kind of humiliation that it had never experienced since its birth, and experienced what it means to be beaten in the face.

Come on, get a golden experience!

Seeing that Ziyan was successfully restrained, Giorno immediately drove in with the golden experience, and pointed the blade directly at Fugo's body, which was parasitized by Olanto.

The next second, the fists as dense as a storm occupied Fugo's entire field of vision:

Wood big wood big wood big wood big!

hateful.

He actually attacked the main body directly. Aren't he afraid of hurting the little ghost that I parasitized?

Olanto was slightly surprised.

He immediately forcibly took over Fugo's torso and limbs, and forcibly removed the muscle restrictions in a way that would cause permanent damage to the human body, allowing this ordinary body to burst out with the power to fight with the stand-in. .

Fugo, who was controlled by Oranto, had a golden experience under Giorno's control. The fists of the two kept colliding in the air, causing a mighty sound in the air.

This guy is totally trying his best.

Does he want to directly beat the host into a disability, and then control me and the host together?

While Olanto was busy manipulating Fugo and Golden Experience to fight, he couldn't help but guess Giorno's intentions in his heart.

But it turned out that his guess was far from bold enough.

When Golden Experience was sparring with Fugo, Giorno had already circled to Fugo's side like a ghost, and showed the sharp dagger.

The cold light on the dagger flickered, making Olanto's neck feel chilly——

Although he does not have a neck, in order to better control the host's battle, he has already conducted real-time perception communication with Fugo at this time.

Everything Fugo could feel, he felt.

Hey, hey.

Olanto was stunned for a moment, then sneered:

What are you doing with the knife?

You don't think you can cut me off from the host with a knife, do you?

Idiot! My body has long been integrated into this guy's flesh and blood, and it is absolutely impossible to be separated!

I know.

Giorno's voice was as cold as the light of the sword:

So, I will chop you and him together!

The moment these words rang out, he had already drawn his sword.

The indestructible blade first aroused a sharp roar in the air, and then easily cut through the back of Fugo's neck like a hot knife cutting through butter, severed Fugo's cervical vertebrae, and tore through the heavy blood vessels, muscles and nerve.

ah?!

Olanto suddenly felt a chill on his neck. This time it was really cold.

This is especially true for Fu Ge.

He didn't even have time to react, and he saw himself rising into the air, but his body fell to the ground.

The next moment, the purple smoke disappeared into nothingness, and there was no movement in Olanto.

The face that grew on Fugo's body, just like Fugo's body that fell to the ground, first stopped moving suddenly, and then began to twitch slightly unconsciously.

What did you do!!!

A roar erupted from the ground.

Of course, the ones speaking were not Olanto and Fugo, who were unable to speak, but Bucciarati, whose face was full of shock and anger.

He entrusted Fugo's life to Giorno, but he didn't expect that Giorno's solution would be so simple and crude.

Giorno didn't respond.

He knew that Bucciarati would be worried about his companions' violent reaction, so he didn't waste any time from the beginning.

Facing the shock and confusion of the people around him, Giorno answered directly with the facts:

Wood big wood big wood big wood big!

Fuge's brain was still hot, and the golden experience began to hit the ground crazily.

The cement block on the road was filled with a huge amount of vitality, and soon it squirmed, twisted and deformed, and finally turned into a meat ball about the size of a basketball that was still beating.

Then, Giorno held Fugo's head and pressed it on the meat ball very casually——

Fuge's broken neck was actually connected to this weird meat ball without arms or legs!

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Fugo let out an indescribable howl:

well?

I can actually speak?

etc.

He tried to lower his gaze and saw clearly the lump of flesh under his neck, which was not much bigger than his head:

W-what the hell is this?!

This is the temporary body I created for you.

There is a simple life support system inside to ensure that you will not die for the time being.

Giorno explained calmly.

Body?

Fugo almost went crazy.

He thought that Olanto was already the biggest pervert he had ever seen. Unexpectedly, there was another madman attacking him:

What the hell!

Who the hell wants to live with such a weird body!

Fuge couldn't help but swear.

He wanted to jump up and slap Giorno.

But his body now looks like a low-quality snowman made of two balls stacked up, unable to make any movements at all.

do not worry.

Giorno gently picked Fugo up from the ground:

I said, this is just a 'temporary' body.

The internal structure of the human body is too complex to create a complete body so quickly.

This meat ball can at least save your life. When the battle is over, I will slowly help you recover.

I see.

After hearing this, Fuge, who was almost crazy with desire, finally calmed down:

That means I can still become a normal person, right?

Wait. What about Olanto?

He suddenly reacted and immediately turned his worries into joy:

I see!

Abandon all the parasitized bodies, and the parasite will be unable to do anything to me!

That's right.

Giorno nodded, and then turned his attention to the headless corpse that fell to the ground not far away:

After losing its head, it became completely motionless.

And Olanto, who was living on the corpse, seemed to have stopped breathing.

Successful.

That monster is probably dead.

Giorno let out a long sigh of relief.

However, at this moment, an extremely joking voice sounded in his ears:

Yeah?

Are you really sure I'm dead?

The one who spoke was the head held by Giorno.

However, this voice did not belong to Fugo.