stand-in creed

"Just because of one of your stories.

"Just because of your few words.

"I, Nero Zeppelin, am going to kill myself? Dio didn't beat me, Diablo didn't beat me, Kira Yoshikage didn't beat me, Enrique Pucci didn't beat me. But with your sculptures and Sweet words, want me, Nero Zeppelin, to embrace the kingdom of the dead?

"I think you may, have some... small misunderstandings about me."

Nero is not angry.

I'm not really angry at all, I just find it a little funny.

It's like when a 1.2-meter tall man is pointed at his nose by a [-]-meter little guy, he feels ridiculous and ridiculous, and he will never be angry because of such stupid words.

"..."

Scribe didn't speak, but looked seriously at Nero's pupils.

Nero Zeppelin sighed.He also thought that if another person stood in front of Scribe and stopped talking, such as Mista, he might have already shot, right?

But Nero is a calm person, and he has witnessed the power called "divination", so he didn't directly wipe Scribe's neck like he did with other enemies.Instead, he had a serious chat with this fortune-teller—compared to a sculptor, Nero felt that Scribe was more suitable for switching to divination—with earnestness.

"You traveled all the way from Italy to America?" Nero asked.

"Actually, I didn't come all the way here. I came to Miami to participate in an art exhibition tomorrow. I just didn't expect the Rolling Stones to react suddenly, let alone the famous Mr. Qibelin."

Scribe was honest.

This is also true, he really did not come all the way to find Nero.Even if he had the heart, Rolling Stone's range would not be that far.

"What about other than that?"

Nero looked at Scribe curiously.

Scribe didn't understand why Nero asked.

"What other than that?"

"You came before me, told me my future destiny, and persuaded me to accept the peaceful death brought by Rolling Stone, but I rejected you. Other than that? Don't you only have these things?"

"..."

Scribe was silent for a moment.

Immediately, Scrippy took a deep breath and said a word.

"The will."

"...last words?"

Nero almost thought he had heard wrong.

Scribe nodded sincerely: "I hope to hear your last words. I am really curious about what kind of last words a big man like you will say after reaching his own future..."

"For collecting materials?"

"what?"

"Looking for inspiration for your sculptures?"

Nero looked at Scribe playfully.

Scribe hesitated for a moment, then nodded sincerely.

"I can't deny that I have such selfishness..."

"Then I'm afraid you will be disappointed. I have no last words here, only advice."

Nero leaned forward slightly.

In my mind, the words of a certain vampire appeared.

"—The enlightened are eternally happy.

"The tragic future will make people despair, but if you realize it, you will be happy. Because awareness can blow away despair."

Pucci is a seriously ill person.

Forcibly forcing everyone to become enlightened is also a sign of serious illness.

But for those who "already have" enlightenment, there is nothing wrong with this statement in itself.Even if Nero killed Pucci himself, ending the possibility of Pucci going to heaven, Nero agreed with such words with both hands and feet.

Nero didn't care whether Scribe could understand the deep meaning of this sentence, he just pushed the cup of matcha latte that he hadn't drunk yet in front of Scribe.Immediately afterwards, he stood up with his left hand in his pocket, and waved his right hand casually behind him.

"Goodbye, fortune teller.

"Thank you for the story, thank you for the advice, and thank you for a nice interlude to pass the time while I'm waiting on the plane. This latte is my thank you.

"Ciao."

Nero left without looking back.

After leaving Scribe and Rolling Stones, Suzumi Sugimoto made a worrying sound.

"Nero, he said..."

"Shh."

Nero stretched out his index finger and lightly touched his wife's lips.

Suzumi Sugimoto didn't speak anymore, she just looked at her husband worriedly, while Nero just walked forward with a smile.

"Relax, Suzumi. I am Nero Zeppelin, but—

"—the man who made the impossible possible."

Chapter 52

At dusk on April [-]th.

Liberty Island, southwest of Manhattan, New York City.

The Statue of Liberty, holding high the flame of "Liberty", stands quietly at the mouth of the Hudson River.

Although I don't know if she has illuminated the world like her official name, but at least it has illuminated the faces of the endless stream of tourists around.It's just that today these tourists seem to be a bit lucky, because they not only saw this symbol of the United States, but also saw a scenery that they would never see in the past.

Long purple hair that is far more flowing than any woman.

A natural body far more perfect than any man.

And such a figure is sitting leisurely on top of the Statue of Liberty, looking around at the surrounding scenery.

“Nice view.”

Katz muttered softly to himself.

Immediately, Katz cast his eyes on the surrounding mid-air, buzzing and blunt things one after another.

"A helicopter?

"Humanity's technology seems to have developed again during the half a century that I have been sleeping. In my Katz's time, the Night Clan's desire to soar in the sky only existed in fantasy."

The voice fell.

Katz's right hand squirmed, and it turned into several passenger pigeons and flew away, and after a while, the helicopters, which were either police or media, made a roar.

Accompanied by the screams of the crowd below the statue, the helicopter crashed on the ground and burned with raging flames, illuminating the Statue of Liberty that was about to usher in the night.At the same time, a loud howl came from below.

"Kaz-!!!"

Hearing this call, Katz lowered his head and overlooked the sea of ​​flames under the goddess statue, and accurately confirmed the figure holding a telescope and a loudspeaker that called him.

Jean-Pierre Polnareff.

Katz heard this name from Puqi in the past two days. Katz has a good memory and remembered it all in his mind.

In addition to the broom head, Katz swept everyone present one by one.

Mohammad Abdel.

Bruno Bucciarati.

Pannacotta Fogg.

Naranja Gilka.

Leo Apache.

……

There are many people, but these people are not important.

The only thing that matters is the man standing at the forefront of these people, the man with the hat glued to his head.

"Are you coming, Jotaro Kujo, grandson of JoJo.

"That guy JOJO really didn't come with you, after all, that guy is very old, like a piece of rotten wood that can be turned into powder with just a slight pinch!

"But it doesn't matter.

"I, Katz, will brutally kill you here, and then send your heads to JOJO kindly. According to the terminology of this era, it is the so-called "home delivery" and "customer first", right?

"hahahahahahahahaha--!!!"

It is different from Polnareff who needs a loudspeaker to send his voice to the top of the "90-meter" tall goddess.

Kaz's resonant voice, even under the empty sky, not in the well-designed opera house, was still clearer than Pavarotti's high-pitched voice to the ears of the crowd under the goddess statue.

Naranja smacked his lips.

"Tch, how can there be such an arrogant guy... There are six of us!"

"Don't think that we have an advantage in numbers, Naranga." Bugarati calmly reminded.

"The other party is an immortal monster, ordinary attacks are useless! We have all watched Apache's replays, and saw how this guy took the attack from the Platinum Star head-on and returned to the Chengcheng unscathed. In front of Mr. Taro... if you underestimate the enemy, you will die."

"I see!" Naranja replied.

"Then here comes the question." Apache had a question, "Are we going to climb it? The 90-meter-high Statue of Liberty?"

"It seems that there is no need to think about this issue." Abdel frowned.

"Although we all understand that the enemy should not be underestimated, this guy Katz doesn't seem to understand this truth... The identity of the ultimate creature makes him too arrogant and conceited.

"He's already flying down on us!

"After all, if you want to kill us, you will naturally approach us, won't you?"

"get ready!"

Jotaro let out a loud shout.

At the same time, Katz, who spread his wings, was swooping down, approaching everyone on the ground at a very high speed.With a sudden flap of the wings, feathers one after another poured down on everyone like a torrential rain.

The figure of the silver chariot sacrificed himself instantly, and the corner of Polnareff's mouth twitched.

"If it's just this kind of attack, my silver chariot is enough..."

"No, Mr. Polnareff! These feathers are deforming!

"The ability of the ultimate creature Katz itself is turning these feathers into "some kind of animal", hurry back! "Apaki was the first to notice something was wrong and shouted immediately.

Bugarati frowned slightly: "Those are...?!"

Naranja blinked: "Frog?"

"No, that's not an ordinary frog! You can't be wrong, there is only one kind of frog with this "beautiful" color in this world, and that is the "poison dart frog"! ! ! "

Fogg recognized it.

Just because he recognized it, Fuge was very flustered.

"This is the rain of poison dart frogs!

"That guy didn't intend to hide this kind of poison in a sinister corner to attack us, but directly created a "storm" of poison dart frogs to attack us!

"At this height, as long as the poison dart frog hits the ground, it will be smashed to pieces, and the highly poisonous frog poison is splashed everywhere! Once those body fluids enter the human blood system... it only takes a few seconds. The heart And the respiratory system will shut down!

"Don't forget, those of us who fight all day will have some small wounds more or less. Once they are severe, they will be finished! They must be caught, and they must not be smashed..."

"No, Fugo." Jotaro immediately denied, "These poison dart frogs are a part of Katz, and their bodies contain Katz's will! Even if these poison dart frogs survive after landing, they will follow Katz act on orders."

"Then leave it to me."

Abdel stepped forward and took a stance.

The scorching bird head substitute slowly emerged behind Abdel.