In Diablo's view, Giorno had completely miscalculated.

He only calculated that the Crimstraus's flame trap could hurt Diablo, who had the ability to slash time, but he didn't calculate at all that the Crimson King could predict the future in addition to slashing.

If you can see the future, you can see through all the pitfalls.

The trap itself loses its combat value, and it will even be used by the enemy to eat itself.

Just like now

The trap that Giorno set with his life has completely become a demon that devours his life.

The abundant essential oil secreted by the cistus becomes the best fuel.

The fire quickly ignited the oil, igniting every plant around Giorno.

A storm of fire on all sides.

Smoke billowed up, enveloping everything.

The flames had become a prairie fire, and Giorno was trapped in this sea of fire, with no way to escape.

As for Diablo, the enemy he sacrificed his life to defeat, he was standing leisurely outside at the moment watching him "reap the consequences".

"Hahahaha."

"I was still thinking about what kind of punishment should be given to you two little ghosts to relieve the hatred in my heart."

"I didn't expect you to give such a perfect answer yourself."

Looking at Giorno, who was trapped in the flames in front of him and couldn't break free, Diablo's smile became more and more distorted

"Burn it, burn it harder!"

"Just let me watch you dance in the fire, and let the flames burn you disgusting bugs!"

A vicious curse resounded in the fiery wind.

And Giorno, he was really like Diablo wanted to see, driven into a desperate situation by the flames raging around him.

Every space around him was filled with twisted tongues of fire.

The rapidly rising heat had already dried the cold sweat from his forehead and begun to scorch his unprotected skin.

The beautiful blonde hair, which was naturally curled, began to turn yellow and charred in the flaming oven.

The pain of the skin being burned by the flames finally reached a threshold that the brain could not bear

"Ahh

For the first time in his life, Giorno let out such a terrible scream.

There is no cruel way to die than to be burned alive.

At this time, people can feel the sharp increase in temperature in their body, the rapid loss of water, and can see with the naked eye that the cells are deactivated and dried up, and the skin is charred and charred.

The intense pain of the flames could not be borne even by a determined man like Giorno.

"Hahahaha."

"This is what happens to those who disobey me!"

Hearing the painful wail in the sea of fire, Diablo smiled more and more satisfied.

There is nothing more beautiful than the bitter howl of an enemy before he dies.

If any

That may be the thick smoke, mixed with a little "meaty aroma".

Thinking of this, Diablo inhaled deeply the smoke that was actually very choking on the side of the fire, and only felt happier and happier in his heart.

"Giorno!"

Misda's scream of pain came from the other side of the fire.

Diablo couldn't see Misda through the flames, but he could hear the powerlessness and despair in his voice

"Giorno, Giorno!"

Misda had no strength to resist.

He could only look at the sea of fire in despair, looking at his companions struggling in the sea of fire, calling powerlessly again and again.

"Oh yes"

"And you, Gedo Misda."

Diablo reluctantly withdrew his gaze from Giorno, who was about to be burned alive.

He remembered that he still had an enemy that he hadn't killed

"Don't you really care about this blonde imp?"

"In that case, then I will throw you into the fire and let you be reunited."

After all, Jotaro will come at any time, and since he has had enough trouble, he still has to leave quickly.

With that, Diablo prepared to find a way to approach Misda.

And Misda was sent far behind him by Gioruno before, and now he is being separated by the fire on the other side. Flash Dance

To bypass the fire and kill Misda, you have to climb back to the second floor with the help of a double, and then go around the ring floor on the second floor.

"It's a real nuisance"

Diablo thought about it for a while, and finally decided to hurry up

Instead of admiring the image of Giorno struggling in the flames, he turned away and took swift steps.

however

That's it, something is wrong.

Diablo was horrified to find that he couldn't control the center of gravity of his body.

He stepped forward, staggering and almost falling without stepping into the air.

"What, what"

Diablo reached out and grabbed his forehead.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that his head was faintly abnormal.

A strong wave of dizziness hit my mind.

There is also an abnormal excitement and mania that has been present since he first began to appreciate Giorno's death.

This abnormal mood swing numbs his mind, so much so that he doesn't even pay attention to his aching and groggy head and his gradually losing control of his body.

"How can this be"

"I—Am I poisoned? When? ”

"Those plants are just some flammable materials, how can I be poisoned!"

Diablo muttered to himself with a dull expression.

His vision began to blur, and there were even faint signs of hallucinations.

That's when it happened

"Wood big wood big wood!"

"Wood big wood big wood!"

In the midst of the fire, Giorno, who had been silently suffering from the flames, burst out with unexpected power at this moment.

The golden fist shadow danced wildly in the flames.

Plants with mist of water rose from the ground in flames.

"That's a lotus?"

Diablo was stunned.

What he didn't know was that whether it was a lotus flower or any other aquatic plant, the water content in its body could reach an astonishing 98.

If there is the ability to make plants, then there is also the ability to "create water out of nothing".

With enough moisture, you can extinguish the flames.

At this moment, most of the skin on Giorno's body was already burned.

Such extensive burns seemed to be life-threatening, but his will was never extinguished.

He resisted physical pain, maintained spiritual clarity, and urged the last of his soul powers

"The Golden Experience Continues!"

"Wood big wood big wood!"

Finally, in the shadow of the golden experience, plants with high moisture content rose from the ground.

The mist rose in the heat, gradually extinguishing the flames that enveloped Giorno's body.

He fell to his knees feebly.

With a wound, he collapsed in the scorched earth that had just been extinguished.

Although he was badly injured, there was no doubt that Giorno survived.

"You can put out fires?"

Diablo's face changed dramatically

Giorno had the ability to extinguish fires, but he had never used it to save himself.

Obviously, he was not simply enduring the torture just now, but persisting in the pain to carry out his true plan.

And the key to this scheme is not fire, but

"It's smoke."

Giorno has the answer.

Burned, he could only barely hold on to raising his head, but his blackened and red face was still as resolute as iron

"You think my means of attack is fire"

"But actually, my real killer move is actually smoke."

"Because there's more to that than just a cistus in that big patch of plants."

"There are a lot of plants in nature that are harmless under normal circumstances, but when they are burned by flames, they release highly toxic smoke."

"For example"

Without Giorno's example, Diablo could have said a lot on his own.

Because the raw materials of the "West Asian specialties" he sells are one of them.

Hunting geese all day long and being pecked blind by geese, Diablo took those "specialties" and harmed thousands of ignorant people, but he never imagined that he would one day taste such suffering.

"Damn it"

"I fell for such a clumsy scheme!"

After the truth was revealed, Diablo felt his head become more and more dizzy.

If this continues, let alone continue to fight, it would be nice if he could not lose his mind in hallucinations and excitement.

"yes, it's not a clever ploy at all."

"At the end of the day, I'm just going to let you let your guard down and inhale those fumes without even knowing it."

"So, in order to achieve this"

"I must hold back the pain and let the flames consume my body to make you think that you have won the final victory."

Giorno struggled to his feet from the embers of the flames.

He was dripping with blood and smoking, and there was not a good piece of flesh on his body.

“”

Diablo was silent.

He finally realized that this little ghost in front of him was no, this man was terrible.

The horror was not that Giorno could come up with such a cruel scheme to himself, but that he was able to endure that level of pain in order to successfully carry out this scheme.

You know, it's human nature to survive.

But Giorno was able to extinguish the fire at any time and save himself

Standing in the flames, watching your own precious life burn away little by little.

Until it was confirmed that the plan was successful, he did not make any attempt to save himself from beginning to end.

This kind of willpower is simply a monster.

Diablo

Giorno finally straightened his mangled body.

Although he was no longer able to fight, he once again stood in front of Diablo, protecting Misda behind him

"I said it"

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

He was charred all over his body.

Those emerald green pupils were still as bright as fire.