The Colosseum, now. Flash Dance

"Hey"

Hearing the words "I will protect you" from Giorno when he turned his head, Misda finally came to his senses

"Damn egg roll head, don't be handsome!"

"Stop the enemy in this way, and even if you win, you will die!"

He roared so excitedly in his heart.

Although we have only known each other for two days, we have experienced countless lives and deaths together.

This kind of guy who can reassure people to entrust their lives is a friend in the true sense of the word who he couldn't meet for many years when he was a gangster in the past.

Misda struggled to crawl back, to stop the suicidal practice.

But his broken body had long since lost half of his strength, and he could only watch with trembling eyes as he was pushed farther and farther away by the vines that spread over.

Giorno didn't look back, let alone stop.

He knew what he was in.

Like a cistus –

The claim that the initiative to sacrifice for the sake of the heirs is just a statement of literary and artistic processing, from the perspective of pragmatism alone

Even if it doesn't spontaneously combust, it will probably be roasted to death by the scorching summer sun, so it is better to burn itself cleanly and take away the nearby weeds that are competing with it for living space before dying.

The same is true of Giorno's current situation.

It's death to fight, it's death if you don't fight, so it's better to fight and see if you can take a cushion back.

With this determination in mind, he did his best to drive the Golden Experience to change the terrain

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"

Blankets of grass and shrubs grew and spread around Giorno.

In the dim light, shadowy branches and leaves are hooked together, and the faint fragrance spreads wantonly.

This ancient Colosseum, which has gone through vicissitudes, has turned into a beautiful garden full of vitality in the endless golden fist shadow.

And Giorno stood in the midst of this fortress of plants woven with flowers and leaves, and his eyes were firmly on the attacking enemy.

In the same way, the low wall made of plants blocked Diablo's path tightly, and stuck him in a cramped corner of the Colosseum.

"If you want to go over, kill me first!"

Giorno said with a grim expression.

"Heh, make no mistake"

"Now is not the time for you to protect others."

Looking at the low green wall in front of him, the anger on Diablo's face became more and more intense

He's not just targeting Misda now.

Giorno's hatred in his heart was not low at all.

Watching his prey put on an unyielding appearance in front of him, he was like seeing a cockroach with slippers on its head and pestle in place arrogantly provocative, which was really disgusting.

So, in the midst of that monstrous murderous intent and endless anger

Diablo stopped.

Yes, he uttered the most ruthless words in the fiercest voice, but his feet did not move an inch.

The anger still didn't overwhelm him, and even with that emotion, Diablo wasn't stupid enough to be brainless about the enemy's defenses.

He stopped quietly in the distance, waiting, observing.

The air suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

There was no sound of talking, no footsteps, only the slightly heavy breathing of a few people present.

And it was clear that in the midst of these breaths, Giorno's breathing became noticeably heavier

"Diablo is not moving."

"He must be watching me, observing these plants."

This is a very unfortunate phenomenon.

What Giorno wanted most was for Diablo to get carried away with his anger and then rush into the flowers to attack him.

That way, he'd accidentally get cistus oil on his body as he went.

And his pace through the vegetation must have stirred the carpet of grass piled up on the ground.

The smoldering spark inside the blanket will come into contact with the abundant oxygen from the outside world, igniting a visible open flame in an instant, igniting the large area of plants covered with volatile flammable essential oils.

At that time, Diablo, who was dyed with oil and caught in the fire, was afraid that even if he was not burned to death, he would probably have to lose a layer of skin.

However, an ideal state is an ideal state after all.

A real return to reality

Seeing that Diablo's face twitched in anger, he still didn't attack directly so recklessly.

He is like a thousand-year-old turtle that subconsciously retracts into his shell whenever he senses the slightest danger.

No matter how angry.

"What a tough guy."

Giorno's expression grew heavier

"With such a cautious personality and such a powerful stand-in, I am afraid that I will never be able to take the initiative in front of this man just with my ability to experience gold."

"In this way, the key to this victory or defeat is Diablo's own choice next."

While Diablo stopped to observe, Giorno was also nervously waiting for Diablo's judgment results

"If he decides not to make contact with these plants at all, and instead uses a double to climb back to the second floor and make a detour around the defense formed by these plants, then I can't stop him from killing at all."

"But if he doesn't see anything wrong, or even if he does, he's confident that he can use the timing to break through the line head-on, then I might have a chance."

After all, it is now up to Diablo whether he dares to kill Giorno.

If he was really cowardly enough to swallow back all the cruel words he had just put and not dare to approach Giorno, who was protected by these plants, then Giorno would have nothing to do.

"So"

An unprecedented tension struck me.

This perfect boy like a god son felt a lingering powerlessness for the first time in a long time.

The manpower is exhausted, and the next thing is to resign himself to fate

Diablo

"What would you choose?"

Time passed in a deathly silence for a few long and incomparably long seconds.

Diablo finally made his choice -

He didn't choose to retreat, let alone go upstairs to make a detour, but slowly took a step forward.

Step by step, Diablo walked up head-on.

He walked over to the low, leafy green wall.

One step further, he and his body double touched the cistus bushes of leaf oils.

Digging a little deeper, his feet stir the thick blanket of sparkling grass inside.

"Come on"

"Come in and kill me!"

Giorno suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and waited silently.

however

At this moment, in Giorno's gaze that was hidden with infinite nervousness

Diablo stopped again.

"This?" Giorno's heart sank.

Diablo, on the other hand, pouted the corners of his mouth, which had already been twisted with anger, and smiled gloomily

"Huh."

"At first, I was wondering if there was some poison on these plants that humans couldn't touch, but after a few seconds, you didn't show anything unusual."

"In the end, I still didn't expect it"

"You're not using poison, you're using fire."

"What?!"

A wave of surprise welled up in Giorno's eyes

How did Diablo know that he was going to use fire?

Now the lights are so dim that the essential oils covered in the branches and leaves of the cistus are impossible to distinguish with the naked eye.

If you just smell it, you can't smell what kind of plant it is.

However, Diablo was like a prophet who could not be predicted, and he saw his true intentions for no reason.

Could it be that his Crimson King really has another ability besides Shi Chipping?

This question is very important.

But Giorno had no time to think about it.

The results of the planned exposure were fatal, as they are now

"What a creative tactic."

"As soon as the oil on the body burns, even if it is turned on, you can't get rid of it."

"But, it's a pity"

"I saw that terrible picture clearly before it happened."

The Crimson King stepped forward slowly in Diablo's mocking voice.

"This kind of 'future' that is not good for me, of course, has to be deleted."

The Crimson King turned on the Temporal Chip.

In the few seconds of waiting, its ability to rest from overload had been restored.

In the midst of the slash, the Crimson King leaned down.

It slashed at the thick pile of grass that had piled up under the bushes in front of it, and slashed at it in the distance.

The knife didn't hurt anything, it just stirred up a small whirlwind.

The whirlwind blew straight towards the haystack, blowing away the dead grass on the surface of the haystack, revealing a scorching spark beneath it.

Rumble!

Flames rose into the sky.

The Crimson King quickly pulled back, and the time slash ended.

Giorno didn't react at all.

By the time he realized that something was wrong, what he saw was a sea of fire.

"Oil-secreting plants, spontaneously combusting haystacks"

"Giorno Chobana, you've got a nice coffin for yourself."

Diablo stood intact beyond the abruptly ignited fire.

In his cold gaze, the flames engulfed everything.