Just today, March 26th.

Just this afternoon, 15:11.

Naples, in a dimly lit alley.

Diablo had just been attacked by an unexpected rock.

The owner of the stone told him that the name of the stone was: "Rolling Stone"

"Rolling Stones?"

Diablo pinned the sculptor, Scollybee, the Rolling Stone, to the wall of the alley:

"After all, this is still a stand-in you released!"

He had come to regard Scollybee as an assassin who had deliberately murdered him.

And that weird stone is the guy's stand-in, a deadly weapon.

But Scollybee hastily denied it:

"No, no, no..."

"Michelangelo, who shone in the Renaissance, once said:"

"I didn't have any ideas in my head when I was carving marble, I never thought about what I wanted to carve into stone... Because the stone itself already shows the shape of how it should be carved, and all I do is take that shape out of the momentum..."

“.......”

Diablo was silent for a moment.

The Crimson King slammed his opponent's neck:

"Speak human words!"

"Ahem..."

Scolby was pinched and coughed:

"I mean..."

"I can't command the Rolling Stones, it's doing exactly what it wants."

"It's the Stone of Destiny!"

"It perceives the fate of the dying man, and will carve itself into the 'shape of the fate' of the dying man—that is, his death."

“.......”

He carefully described the power of a rolling stone.

It turned out that the so-called Rolling Stone turned out to be a dead bird, an oracle, and a special service for early euthanasia.

Diablo fell silent again.

This time, the silence simmered with an endless fury:

"Bastard!"

"You don't know what to do, you just said..."

"I, the invincible Diablo, the Dark Emperor who controls the entire Italia, am I going to die soon?!"

"That's right..."

Scollyby's voice was very calm:

"Since the Rolling Stones have come to look for you, it means that you will soon be dead."

"It's ...... fate"

"Nonsense!!"

Diablo roared in anger:

"A predestined fate?"

"Carved death?"

"Your useless stone stand-in has been completely destroyed by me a long time ago!"

"It didn't carve anything out of it at all, and I smashed it into powder and drifted into the air!"

"What's there? What a fate! ”

"This...."

Hearing Diablo's somewhat gaffe roar, Scolyby's face suddenly changed:

"You, you just said..."

"Did the Rolling Stone crumble into powder without carving anything out of it after it found you?"

"That's right!" Diablo said hatefully: "What a future death... What a doomed fate... I don't believe it! ”

In the face of Diablo's faintly crazy roar, there was a bit of pity in Scolby's tone:

"I'm sorry. I've never seen this before. ”

"But... Since the "Rolling Stones" have come to look for you, it means that you will definitely die in the near future. ”

"And it was completely destroyed before it carved out your death, I'm afraid it's because..."

Scolby swallowed, and his tone was shocking:

"Your death is too miserable to be expressed in the art of 'carving'."

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

About two hours after the appearance of the "Rolling Stones".

In a port warehouse by the sea, Diablo finally knows what fate is.

He has never understood what "the appearance of death that cannot be described by sculpture", is it turned to ashes and shattered into powder?

And now, Diablo knows:

His death was completely erased from this world by the forces of time.

Because he violated the rules of time and became a system vulnerability that had to be fixed.

Diablo is now like a web section describing the area below the chest, disappearing under the influence of some indescribable great force.

Not even a speck of ash remained, as if the man named Diablo had never existed.

Naturally, the sculpture could not depict a corpse that did not exist.

"Ahhhh

Diablo roared in fear.

In fact, this process of disappearance was not painful, it was similar to his previous experience of the void process before traveling through time and space.

Here's how Ouroboros traverses:

First disillusioned and disappeared under the transformation of the power of time and space, and then entered the long river of time in some indescribable form, and finally returned to the past through the long river of time, and recondensed the human body in the past.

But now, Diablo can inexplicably feel:

I'm just disappearing.

There was an irreversible force dragging him into that long river of time.

And this time, he won't travel to the past and will never come back.

"Don't... Don't..."

"Don't come near me!!"

Diablo howled wildly at the indescribable power.

But the rules of time could not be touched, and his blurred and transparent body eventually gradually returned to nothingness.

It's like a photograph with 100% transparency turned up, and Diablo completely disappears from this world.

The next instant...

Next moment...

Li Qing waited cautiously for a few seconds, and Diablo did not reappear as he had done when he crossed before.

This time, he did not travel to the past with the power of time and space, but was taken away forever by the power of time and space.

In the past, it was to get on the bus, hitchhike, get off, and then take the bus back.

Now when I get in the car, the door is welded and I can't get out again.

"Diablo is dead."

Li Qing let out a long sigh of relief.

In fact, what he said is somewhat inaccurate:

Diablo was completely transformed into a form that could exist in the latitude of time, and was imprisoned in the river of time forever.

He may live a long time, maybe forever.

After all, there may be no concept of time at all in the latitude of time.

In a sense, Diablo gained immortality in the prison of that time.

But for Li Qing, for the world:

Diablo is indeed dead.

His existence has been completely erased from the world.

Maybe he is still living in the latitude of time, but how can human beings understand what the latitude of time looks like.

The long river of time, and what kind of long river time it really is, is just that human beings are forcibly describing it with their own barren imagination.

Trapped forever in the latitude of time that cannot be understood, cannot be described, cannot be observed...

There is no doubt that Diablo is dead.

He died an indescribable death.

Because no one can describe the existence in a time latitude.

"It's all over."

"Diablo, farewell."

Li Qing became the final victor.

He took one last look at the place where Diablo had disappeared, where there was no trace of his existence.

Then, Li Qing carefully hid deep in the warehouse.

Outside the warehouse, Li Qing and Diablo in the past were wrestling with the hungry and thirsty Roshan.

Li Qing carefully hid in the warehouse, waiting for all the turmoil to end.

Soon....

In the past, Li Qing led Roshan to the sea.

It was here that he would meet Colt, who in turn would contact the SPW consortium, which eventually led Jotaro to Rome himself.

Diablo in the past also took the opportunity to quietly leave.

He will temporarily hide in the shadows to recuperate, and after the collapse of the Tech team, he will travel to Rome to make his last stand as the boss of the Order.

The story ends.

And the story begins.

Li Qingmu sent the two good and evil protagonists in the past away, and finally walked out of the warehouse cautiously.

He had no goal for the time being, and he said goodbye to the danger that never stopped.

So Li Qing directly lifted the data.

He walked aimlessly towards the shore and looked out at the blue sea in front of him.

At this time, a grand scene is being staged on the sea, which is even more Hollywood than Hollywood:

The huge Roshan is speeding on the surface of the sea, stirring up monstrous turbid waves.

Countless artillery shells and missiles are coming at it, like meteors falling from the sky.

Beyond the gray-black sky, above the turquoise sea, there were dots of flame and light everywhere.

"It's a big scene."

Li Qing couldn't help but sigh at the extremely gorgeous scene in front of him.

Such a beautiful and spectacular scene is really suitable as the end of the story.

At this time, a crisp ringtone came out of the mobile phone in Li Qing's arms.

The call was quickly connected:

"Hello? Were you just calling me? ”

"It's so late, is there anything to find me?"

The familiar voice of the shore dew companion came from the speaker.

There was a hint of displeasure in his tone.

After all, it's past 1 a.m. there, and no one likes a guy who bombards himself with a phone in the middle of the night.

Even if Shore Lu Companion hadn't slept before and was concentrating on the comics, Li Qing's rather rude behavior was enough to cause his plan.

But this antipathy was only temporary.

Because Li Qing's words quickly aroused his interest:

"Shore dew."

"I have an interesting story to tell you."

"Story?"

The shore dew companion did not regard Li Qing as a psychopath because of the strange behavior of calling and telling stories in the middle of the night.

He just picked up the pen and paper from the table, and said in a calm tone:

"Please, I hope you're not here to harass and make trouble."

"Hahaha... Feel relieved. ”

Li Qing laughed meaningfully:

"This story will definitely not disappoint you."