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"The guardian of the throne has not yet died, and he should pay back the blood debt of massacring refugees!" During the night raid on the Akagi headquarters, Tatsumi was filled with righteous indignation, hoping that divine punishment would quickly kill the red-haired knight.

What made him happy was.

It seems like it has come true.

God answered the prayer.

The assassins of all generations who had a blood feud with Tristan arrived in time.

For the sake of destiny and for the wronged refugees, they came to this battlefield.

A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye.

But ah..

"All the moves revealed so far are nothing but a farce in front of this knight." Joseph Joestar is also a veteran spectator. He has rigorously analyzed every trump card of Hassan and others, but still cannot think of an easy way to crack it.

"If there is any way to defeat him for sure, it can only be..." Having said this, Polnareff, who had always been a bit nervous, suddenly sensed something.

"Those heroes sacrificed their lives to pave the way for the protagonist and his party. Could it be that..."

A sense of tragedy arises spontaneously.

The words came to my lips but I didn't say them easily.

However, every member of the Egyptian team fighting DIO still had a serious expression.

They also hold the belief that they must risk their lives to defeat DIO, and they know very well what to do when they have to use their lives to pave a bright road for others.

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The conversation between Hassan and Tristan ended.

A blood feud must be repaid with blood.

Silence, a hundred looks, and a curse.

The three generations of Hassan worked together.

Stop Tristan at the finish line in the Holy City.

Combined combat skills to cut off the knight's pursuit path.

however.

Tristan is too strong.

Even the deadly poison that caused his tragic death during his lifetime could not deal with Tristan, who possessed the gift of 'reversal'.

The Hassans fell one after another.

The audience's hearts were in their throats.

"How can we possibly defeat this guy..."

"Hold on, hero in mask! This is the era you are protecting!"

"How troublesome! No different from a demon from hell!"

The audience debated.

He watched helplessly as Yi Yi, a former ally of Ritsuka, fell.

This feeling is as uncomfortable as purgatory.

In the end, some viewers even asked the Curse Wrist to abandon Hassan and run away.

Since I can't win,

Why fight?

"idiot!"

At the moment when the live editing room was filled with such shouts.

A striking message marked [Message from the Strong] caught my eye.

In the photo, the sword-wielding figure standing at the end of the dark temple and in the deepest part of the secluded valley looked remarkably familiar. He stood with a huge sword in his hand, and the deep eyes behind the mask burned with an eternal flame.

Hassan Sabbah, the first Hassan, the origin of the assassins.

Galloping across the dark scorched earth.

His figure seemed like something indescribable, and even though it was separated by the heavens and the myriad worlds, only the afterimage of his figure was left in the avatar.

"Only kill those whose fate has been decided. So even in the live broadcast room, his figure is hidden?" Bruce Wayne of Gotham City saw this figure under the cover of night and said softly.

A drop of water splashes into the lake.

Thousands of ripples are forming.

It’s just like the live broadcast room now, it’s full of enthusiasm.

Oh my god.. is it really him?

But..

Why did he appear in the live broadcast room at this time?

"Mr. Hassan!"

In Chaldea, Ritsuka and his group were also delighted.

Since we left Mesopotamia.

He never showed up again.

This strong and graceful old man gave up his throne to create the opportunity for Chaldea to put an end to Tiamat.

The reason why he spoke up——

“I’m afraid he was angered by seeing people hoping Hassan would escape.” Holmes put his pipe on the table and said as he looked through the information on the heroes.

Hassan's last name reflects his pride.

As the world's leading assassin, leaders who inherit the name of Hassan Sabah should have pride and self-respect that cannot be trampled upon.

Just like now.

It seemed to be responding to Wang Ha's voice.

On the screen, Hassan, who was cursing his wrist, was silent for a while.

"Then please follow in their footsteps."

Tristan looked at the cursed wrist that could only fight alone, and he flicked the bowstring.

Every time the invisible bow was drawn, it released countless prismatic red arrows.

Hassan kept dodging.

With great agility, he shuttled between the storm arrows.

However, even so, he still fought hard.

"So-called faith... is it so cheap and powerless?"

"Tsk, it's just like an appetizer before a good meal. Do you dare to fool DioSama with something of this level!?"

Luxury villas in Egypt.

The expensive wine splashed onto the carpet as the ugly old woman in front of the throne kicked the dining table to the side.

And in front of her was a burly man illuminated by the dim light.

Dior!

The man who thought highly of himself walked away with a haughty look.

He didn't care about Grandma Enya's behavior of overstepping her authority.

The latter pointed at the picture on the screen and his mood took a sharp turn for the worse.

So what is this belief? We can definitely defeat the evil ones with our willpower.

joke!

This is nothing but the stuff of fairy tales.

It's just fake!

DIO agrees with this.

"Absolute strength can override any belief, but..."

"Granny Enya, if you ignore an enemy who has both power and faith, you will suffer a great loss. Remember this."

The vampire suggested softly.

The next second, he suddenly left his seat and stood beside the floor-length mirror.

He thought about the battle a hundred years ago, and remembered the JOJO he knew, and couldn't help but touch the star birthmark on his neck.

"The more you oppress someone who has to fight to the death, the more likely they are to suffer a reaction. If you are unlucky, you may even die."

Said so.

Vampire DIO's eyes moved to the screen again, just in time to witness the scene of Hassan removing the seal.

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Hassan was as calm as ever.

As if he was ready to sacrifice.

The right arm that had been sealed for so long finally saw the light of day.

Beneath the strange appearance, an ominous orange color fills this terrifying long arm.

A surge of purple light appeared.

A magical glow of strange colors emerges.

Tristan didn't care.

Maybe it's a killer move, but... so what?

He continued to shoot arrows, ignoring the harsh words of Hassan the Curse-Wrist.

The overwhelming amount of arrow feathers fluttered and shattered.

Surprisingly.

Hassan, who had dodged swiftly before, didn't dodge again.

He rushed forward like a monster that had drunk magic potion, facing the arrows that were directed at him. While his body was torn into pieces by the arrows, he just managed to grab the corner of Tristante's clothes.

Under the bloody body, only the long arm emitting a strange light was still shining.

He caught it.

He gave up his life and decided to sacrifice everything to protect this era. He finally did it!

"I did it--oooh, this hand, got you Tristan!"

Even though there was a bone mask between them, the joy in his voice could not be concealed.

In comparison.

Tristan deadpanned.

"And then? You caught me, gave up your life, and grabbed my hand. Is that enough?"

Having said that, he no longer cared about the hand that was trying to grab his arm until its death, and picked up the bowstring again.

But...I won't let you have your way.

The curse wrist held his arm tightly.

then..

A purple halo suddenly fell.

A strange feeling of suffocation and the severe pain of his flesh and blood being devoured burst out from Tristan's increasingly serious face.

He finally got nervous.

He had no idea before.