Diablo's tone was mocking.

But there was no relaxation in his eyes.

Prudence, a quality that is especially valued by the weak, has long been deeply imprinted in the marrow of this dark emperor.

Although one of the crippled two imps present did not seem to pose much threat to him, in order to prevent himself from capsizing in the gutter, Diablo used the ability of "Epitaph" to examine the future of the next ten seconds as soon as he appeared.

In the first part of the preview screen:

The worm arrow was easily snatched away by him, and Polunarev tried his best to fight back but was easily knocked to the ground.

He laughed and uttered a mocking word, and the Scarlet King raised his leg high, ready to deliver the final blow to Polunarev.

This kind of future is very much in line with Diablo's wishes, so Diablo has followed this future until now.

Then, in the latter part of the preview...

Not surprisingly, Diablo saw himself under attack.

But I only saw the way Misda made a move-

Because before Giorno could make a move, he was already dead.

The future shown in the epitaph is the fate of Diablo when he does not use it to change his fate.

So in the future picture shown in the epitaph, he doesn't take advantage of the time to dodge the precision-guided bullets of the sexy pistol.

Coupled with the fact that the Crimson King did not have the ability to catch bullets empty-handed, Diablo in this future naturally died aggrieved under those bullets that could not be avoided at all.

Of course, this is actually nothing, he has experienced this situation too much.

If the future seen in the epitaph is taken seriously, Diablo may not be able to count how many times he has died.

The real use of these "deaths" is to give him the opportunity to see his enemies clearly in advance:

"Gedo Misda."

"A bullet that can be accurately guided, once shot, can be used by me to cut and dodge."

"Heh, you really have a good stand-in ability."

Diablo looked at Misda condescendingly, his eyes secretly wary.

The light was dim and it was hard to see, but he could still vaguely perceive:

The young man downstairs was trembling slightly with his gun in his hands.

Compared to Giorno beside him, his chaotic and heavy breathing was even clearer in the dark.

"You're scared."

"There's no way I'm against that will."

In this tense time that was almost stagnant, Diablo's tone was leisurely:

"Now I'm upstairs, you're downstairs, and Polunarev is at my feet."

"It only takes me 1 second to kill him, and the only way you can stop me is with bullets."

"But your revolver only has six rounds, and now you've used up one."

"Sooner or later, the bullets will run out, it will take time to reload, and there will be gaps in your means of attack..."

As he spoke, Diablo glanced coldly at Porunarev, who was forced to crawl at his feet:

"You want to stop me from killing?"

"You might as well give up as soon as possible, I might as well spare your lives!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Crimson King raised his sword high.

Polunarev's life is in danger.

.............................................

Diablo was right.

Misda couldn't imagine how she could stop Diablo right now.

The ghostly way of action of the other party just now, and the swift offensive that caught him off guard, all made him, who had never really seen the obsolete cutting, fall into a deep shock.

"How can such a powerful guy be stopped?"

"Damn... Not to mention saving that broom-headed uncle, I can't even think of how to protect myself now! ”

"With my strength, I can only help delay for a few seconds at most."

In the midst of this lightning, Misda felt a sense of powerlessness.

Diablo was more terrifying and oppressive than any enemy he had ever seen.

The young man, who had been a fighter for less than two days, was finally confused.

With this confusion in mind, he unconsciously looked at his companion beside him, Giorno Chopperna.

Giorno noticed Misda's gaze, which clearly said:

"What should I do?"

"Should we run away?"

Giorno didn't say much.

With the same nervous but not flustered gaze, he directed Misda to Polunarev trapped at the feet of the Crimson King, and the worm arrow that Diablo held tightly in his hand:

Obviously, if they give up, Polunarev will definitely die, and the worm arrow will irreversibly fall into the hands of Diablo.

Then, Giorno simply replied:

"Follow your heart!"

"Follow my heart?"

Misda was slightly stunned:

If he really did it, then he would have to turn around and run now.

He thought to himself...

The Scarlet King upstairs had already raised his knife in the air, and in the next second, he was about to take Polunarev's life.

"Sexy pistol!"

Hardly thinking.

Misda subconsciously pulled the trigger, and the bullet whistled out of the chamber.

The flames dispelled the darkness, and the Scarlet King's attack was once again thwarted.

Diablo was unhappy and forced to turn on the slash, and once again dodged the turning bullet with a short time of 0.5 seconds.

As in the past, Polunarev survived.

"This..."

It was only at this moment that Misda woke up from a dream:

What he subconsciously chose just now was not to be stunned or to run away, but to continue the "repetitive and useless" attack.

It turns out that this is what Giorno said from the heart.

The heart of a mortal and the heart of a warrior are originally different.

"I see."

Although the result was the same, Diablo was still unscathed, and his condition was still not improving.

But Misda's gaze unconsciously became firm:

"I want to save that uncle, I want to grab that arrow, I want to beat that man..."

"That's what I really want!"

He uttered an "unrealistic" declaration, and his hands holding the gun gradually became calm.

"I can't help myself!"

Diablo's tone was still disdainful.

But he also had to admit that Misda and Giorno were so "ignorant of the times" that they still caused him a little trouble:

"Sexy pistol!"

"Golden Experience!"

The two of them coincidentally took the initiative to attack.

They didn't discuss tactics, because the situation was so urgent that they couldn't communicate and analyze - as soon as the offensive stopped, Diablo was going to kill.

All they can do now is do everything they can to stop what is coming.

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"

The swift fist shadow of the golden experience poured unreservedly on the ground.

A large vine quickly surged out of the ground.

These vines grew savagely under the imbued of a large amount of life force, like nimble swimming snakes, surging towards Diablo standing upstairs from the bottom up with a tidal momentum.

But Diablo didn't care about it.

No matter how fast the vines grew, they were just vines, and by the time they could climb up to the second floor to attack them, Polunarev's head would have been split in half with a knife.

The number one enemy he needs to care about now is Misda's sexy pistol.

The inconspicuous golden man was now riding on the supersonic pistol bullet, adjusting its course with precision and speed for the metal beast beneath it.

Diablo was so engrossed in guarding against it.

The Scarlet King's super dynamic vision captures the timing of the bullets coming, and then:

"Make a leap in time!"

Another 0.5 seconds was quietly deleted.

The bullet came out of the body and landed in the air.

"The third bullet."

Diablo silently counted in his mind, knowing that Misda would have to reload after six shots.

Then he can seize this gap and achieve his purpose:

Kill Polunarev, then leave with the Worm Arrow.

The purpose of killing Polunarev is to know that the secret of using arrows will disappear forever, so that Jotaro and the others will not find other arrows that may have the same effect and get the same chance to become stronger like him.

It's easier to understand if you just leave:

Jotaro didn't know when it would come, and he didn't want to stay here for a second after he got the arrow.

Even, he didn't want to waste his time killing Giorno and Misda - there was no point in rushing for a while, and it wasn't too late to come back and liquidate the enemy when he had thoroughly studied the secrets of the worm arrows.

In the end, if it weren't for the fact that these two guys didn't know the time and had to get in the way, Diablo would have run away long ago.

And what makes him impatient is that they really get in the way to the end:

The vines were still spreading wildly upstairs in the darkness, even if they were slow enough for Diablo to see with the naked eye.

The bullets whistled again, even if the first three rounds were all useless.

"Fourth shot."

Diablo counted the number of bullets and slashed them when they were turned on again.

The bullets flew into the air, and there was no suspense.

"5th shot."

Diablo's 5th time, he used a short time cut in a row.

The answer in my mind was close to the revolver's reload limit.

"You've got only one last bullet left!"

Diablo shouted calmly in a perceptive tone:

"Is this 1 bullet enough for you to stop me?"

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