Clip exposure, the savior Kamijou Touma

From their perspective, they really can't figure out how they can lose at this time.

"Well, we can just open the champagne in advance! Cheers!" Musashi and Kojiro from Team Rocket have already thought that there is no way to fail!

However, the audience has forgotten.

Such stories of seemingly sure-win situations being overturned are common in previous editing examples.

"While new viewers are still opening champagne, old viewers are already waiting for a reversal." In the JOJO world, Joseph Joestar has been following the show since the early stages of editing and broadcasting, so he knows very well that this matter cannot be that simple.

That's right—

This kind of ground vein thing.

How could it be that there is no heavy guard?

"Touma!?" Index was also nervous in front of the video.

"Is this the end? Misaka Misaka feels that this matter is still very strange!" The Last Order also ran around Fang Yi and shouted softly.

Everyone knows it;

This matter...is far from over.

Zuo Fangdi, who was designated by the editor as the boss guarding this plot, also smiled when he saw this scene.

"Haha, the fun is about to begin."

Suddenly, such a sentence sounded in front of the screen.

There are many different opinions on this topic.

The picture disappeared into the video.

...

The goal is to break the dragon vein.

Requirements for assembling ritual materials.

Complete the configuration.

The girl turned the spear in her hand so that the tip was pointing downward.

"I'm starting."

After saying that, Wuhe held the gun in both hands and stabbed it into the ground.

The landing point is in the middle of the circle.

There was no sound of a blade piercing stone.

Like sinking into mud, the gun tip gradually disappeared on the ground.

[After Wuhe cuts off the pipeline, Document C will become invalid. In other words, the riots on the street will be curbed. ]

The gun she stabbed down was slowly, slowly sinking into the ground.

The gun was held tightly in his hand, and his index finger tapped the handle lightly, producing a rhythmic sound.

(So ​​time determines victory or defeat. Once the riot stops, rush to the Papal Palace immediately. If you don’t meet up with Tsuchimikado who has a different plan sooner, those guys will disappear from the target building.)

Most of the gun had sunk into the body, and the remaining part reached Wuhe's chest.

She suddenly let go of her hand and then straightened the gun.

Then he turned his wrist and twisted the handle of the gun.

It was like a giant key turning.

Next comes the sound.

but,

It wasn't Wuhe's gun that fired.

Bang!

Suddenly, something broke through the museum wall and flew towards Wuhe and the gun buried in the ground.

It looks like a sword wielded by a giant.

white.

The attack method is towards Wuhe, in a straight line.

Itsuwa noticed this and kept the spear stabbing into the ground, quickly turning his body behind the spear. The giant blade's attack passed by Itsuwa, but the fragment of the destroyed wall - a large rock - hit the center of the spear.

“Itsuwa!!”

The gun was broken in the middle after being attacked.

Hit by the aftershock, Wuhe leaned back, clutching the broken gun barrel.

The destruction was done, and the white attack disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

"this!"

Itsuwa held the two parts of the gun shaft, discarded the connected part after the broken part, kicked up the package on the ground, grabbed the replacement stick flying in the air, and connected it into a gun again.

The second strike arrived immediately.

The wall was pierced again, and the white blade attacked from outside the building.

The white blade that pierced through the wall in one go was just like a child swinging a stick wildly. However, it had overwhelming destructive power. The stone walls and floors collapsed one after another, and the glass display cabinets shattered, with fragments flying in all directions.

Boom, crack, bang, bang! ! The sound of explosions continued.

Kamijou bent down and saw fine powder falling.

At this time, I also noticed that the building was about to collapse!

"Itsuwa!"

Kamijou shouted, pointing to the exit and signaling them to run.

Itsuwa quickly responded, and Kamijou and the others hurried towards the museum exit.

During this time, the white blades continued to tear at the wall, flying back and forth as if chasing prey.

It seems that the accuracy of each attack increases a little.

The enemy seemed to know our escape route very well.

or it could be,

The enemy, who is attacking from a distance, is getting closer.

The sword-like blades kept falling down, and Kamijou and his companions dodged the attacks and finally managed to rush out of the crumbling museum.

Standing there is,

"Oh my. As expected, if we don't attack at close range, the accuracy will decrease."

There were voices nearby.

A few dozen centimeters in front of my eyes.

Kamijou was at a loss as to what to do when faced with this person who seemed to have been waiting here all along.

The man in front of him waved his right hand before Kamijou could even speak.

Something white was spinning around his wrist.

Contrary to the slow speed at which it was forming, it rushed towards Kamijou's head as fast as a falling guillotine.

Boom! An explosion sounded in the air.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

His right hand, which he raised involuntarily, collided violently with the white blade.

The white blade turned into powder and scattered. It was not a metaphor, but it really became scattered powder.

The mist-like curtain of white powder gathered again as the attacker's fingers moved.

“Please step back!”

Itsuwa shouted from behind him, and Kamijou quickly distanced himself from the attacker.

Finally, Kamijou could see the attacker in full view.

That is, the man in the green suit.

From head to feet, it's all green.

Although she is white, she is not tall, about the same height as Kamijou or slightly shorter. On the other hand, she is about twice as old as Kamijou. She has a slender figure and her dress looks quite large. Her expression seems to be particularly energetic.

Kamijou clenched his right fist and asked.

"Roman Orthodox?"

"That's true, but I'd rather be called 'God's Right Seat'."

Kamijou remained silent after hearing the frivolous reply.

[God's Right Seat]

On September 9, the Wind of the Front, under his command, single-handedly shut down all functions of Academy City.

If you work with her.

"My name is, The Land of the Left."

The man wrapped in green introduced himself in a casual manner.

The third god, the Right Seat, makes his grand appearance.

His moves are also tricky.

Is it a sickle or an air blade?

It is impossible to tell from what is currently revealed on the screen.

Because of the next moment.

His weapon changed from its original state to a completely new state.

This powerful enemy who suddenly attacked was a ruthless and taciturn character.

Nor was there any room for escape or thinking.

To say something that you noticed.

I just saw the changes in his weapons...

The museum's crumbling walls stirred up a cloud of dust, blurring Kamijou's vision. At this moment, as if to break the silence, he moved.

The land on the left waved its right hand.

from left to right.

In line with his movements, the white sword also moved. Rather than being caught, it would be more appropriate to say that it floated in the air and was linked to the wrist (Translator: Imagine Nana Ailu without explanation). The sword, which was nearly a meter long just now, suddenly broke into a white wave and swept across.

There was a loud bang.

“Ooooooooooooooooooooooo!!”

Kamijou immediately blocked it with his right hand.

But the shielding was limited, and the waves of destruction surged up the street. The streets of the old quarter of Avignon were narrow. The white impact cut through the buildings that seemed to be built on the cliff, bounced off the cars parked on the road, and the buildings on both sides tilted towards the middle of the road.

Except for where Kamijou was standing.

Everything was reduced to dust.

...

The audience has no way of knowing what the principle is.

But one thing is visible to the naked eye.

"The shape of the weapon is changing. I'm afraid there is something mysterious going on."

"But no matter how you look at it, this guy is using magic, right?"

The audience watched and the sound of chattering was endless.

[This thing is magic]