"Leave me alone... I'm willing to obey! ”

In the face of that suffocating fear, Fogg's mental defenses finally collapsed.

He was forced to abandon his dignity and faith, and bowed his head to the demon who had stolen his body and played with his soul:

"Purple Smoke..."

"Come out!"

Using his already trance-tormented consciousness, Fogg summoned a stand-in on Orlanto's orders.

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

"Let's do it, help me get rid of all the people who are in the way!"

"Yes."

A complex and indescribable emotion welled up in Fogg's heart.

He instinctively didn't want to be a lackey of the monster, but in the end he showed obedience.

Purple Smoke let out a beastly roar, and a pair of tyrannical eyes stared straight ahead.

"Good... Very good..."

Orlanto was laughing maniacally.

Although he technically has only one fighting force on his side, Orlanto is confident in this fight:

On the one hand, under his miraculous means of "stimulating hormone secretion" and "relieving muscle restrictions", Fogg can definitely exert far more combat effectiveness than usual.

On the one hand, he had long observed that Apaki and Naranga were injured and sick and had no achievements in paddling, and Giorno and Bugarati were seriously injured and bleeding and difficult to move.

After careful calculation, Li Qing can fight on the other side.

"Help me to victory, dear host!"

With that disturbing spiritual suggestion, Orlanto's voice became more and more arrogant.

However, this arrogance quickly dissipated.

Because Giorno and Bugarati, the two seriously wounded who should have been dying, were now alive and kicking.

"How is that possible?"

"How could their injuries heal so quickly!"

Orlanto had just been busy simulating a realistic scenario of a "library fight" for Fogg, but he couldn't concentrate on other things.

But it's just a few seconds...

When Orlanto came back to his senses, the two guys who stepped into the urn with one foot were actually alive like this?

He instinctively fell into shock.

At the same time, Li Qing and Bugarati had already followed the battle plan formulated in advance, and did not hesitate to face the purple smoke that rushed forward.

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

And once there is no ability bonus to kill viruses, Ziyan is a force A tabula rasa that can only cut flat, and it is also the kind of reckless thing whose brain is not very good.

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, Golden Experience!"

Seeing that Purple Smoke was successfully contained, Giorno immediately drove straight into it with the golden experience, and the blade pointed directly at the Fuge body parasitized by Orlanto.

In the next second, the stormy fists occupied Fuge's entire field of vision:

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"

"Damn..."

"Actually attacking the main body directly, isn't he afraid of hurting this little imp who was parasitized by me?"

Orlanto was slightly surprised.

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

Forgar, who was manipulated by Orlanto, had a golden experience under Giorno's control, and the fists of the two kept colliding in the air, stirring up a huge reverberation in the air.

"This guy is completely going all out..."

"Is he trying to directly cripple the host, and then control me and the host together?"

Orlanto was busy manipulating Fogg and Gold to experience the fist, and he couldn't help but guess in his mind about Giorno's intentions.

And as it turned out, he was far from bold enough to guess.

During the golden experience of fist fighting Fogg, Giorno had already circled around Fogg's side like a ghost, and unleashed his sharp dagger.

The cold light flickered on the dagger, and Orlanto's neck was chilled—

Although he doesn't have a neck of his own, in order to better control the host's battle, he has already carried out real-time "perception communication" with Fogg at this time.

What Fogg could feel, he could feel.

"Hey, hey..."

Orlanto was slightly stunned, followed by a sneer:

"What are you doing with a knife?"

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

"Idiot! My body has long been fused into this guy's flesh and blood, and it is absolutely impossible for someone to divide it out! ”

"I know."

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

"So, I'll cut you and him together!"

The moment these words rang out, he was already out of the knife.

The indestructible blade first screeched through the air, and then sliced open the back of Fugar's neck as easily as a hot knife sliced through butter, severing Fugue's cervical vertebrae, tearing through the veins, muscles, and nerves.

"Huh?!"

Orlanto suddenly felt a chill in his neck, and this time it was really cold.

This is especially true of Fogg.

He didn't even have time to react before he saw himself soar into the air while his body fell to the ground.

In the next instant, the purple smoke disappeared into invisibility, and Orlanto was silent.

The face that grew on Fugar's body, like Fugue's body that had fallen to the ground, first stopped moving, and then unconsciously twitched slightly.

"What did you do!!

The ground exploded with a roar.

Of course, it was not Orlanto and Forge, who could no longer speak, but Bugarati, whose faces were full of shock and anger.

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

Giorno did not respond.

He knew that Bugarati would definitely worry about his companions' reactions, so he didn't waste his words from the beginning.

Faced with the shock and incomprehension of the people around him, Giorno directly answered with facts:

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"

With Fugg's brain still hot, the Golden Experience began to pound the ground frantically.

The cement blocks on the road were infused with a huge amount of vitality, and soon they wriggled and twisted and deformed, and finally turned into a ball of flesh about the size of a basketball and still beating.

Then, Giorno took Fogg's head and pressed it very casually—

Fuge's severed neck was actually connected with this strange mass of flesh without hands and feet!

"Ahh

Fogg let out an indescribable howl:

"Huh?"

"Can I speak?"

"Wait..."

He struggled to lower his gaze to see the lump of flesh that grew under his neck, not much larger than his own head:

"W-What the hell is this?!!"

"This is the makeshift body I made for you."

"There's a simple life support system in there, which can guarantee that you won't die for a while."

Giorno explained in a calm tone.

"Body?"

Fogg was on the verge of madness.

He thought that Orlanto was already the biggest pervert he had ever seen, but he didn't expect that there was another madman who would attack him now:

"What the hell!"

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

Fogg couldn't help but expletive.

He wanted to jump up and slap Giorno.

But his body now looked like an inferior snowman made of two balls stacked on top of each other, and he couldn't make any movement at all.

"Don't worry."

Giorno gently picked Fogg up from the ground:

"As I said, it's just a 'temporary' body."

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

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

"I see..."

Hearing this, the almost crazy Fogg finally calmed down:

"In other words, I can still be a normal person, right?"

"Wait... And what about Orlanto? ”

He reacted suddenly, and immediately turned his worries into joy:

"I see!"

"Abandon all the parasitic bodies, and that parasite won't be able to take me!"

"That's right."

Giorno nodded, and then turned his gaze to the headless corpse that had fallen to the ground not far away:

After losing its head, it was completely immobile.

And Orlanto, who lived on the corpse, seemed to stop breathing.

"It worked."

"That monster should be dead."

Giorno let out a long sigh of relief.

However, at this moment, a playful voice sounded in his ears:

"Really?"

"Are you really sure... I'm dead? ”

It was the head of the man who was being held by Giorno who spoke.

However, this voice does not belong to Fogg.