At one time, Misda had only one chance to attack.

For this hard-won opportunity, he chose to make the most of it:

Since you can't kill people, then destroy the arrows.

This succeeds in grasping the main contradiction.

After all, Diablo's last hope of a comeback is now on the arrow.

As long as the worm arrow is destroyed, he will never have a chance to become stronger, and there is no way to resist the righteous forces that have become crushing on this side.

The Kujo Jotaro that gave him a headache would become a hurdle that he could never cross, an eternal nightmare that he could never get rid of.

Diablo himself apparently recognized this:

"Arrows... The arrows are gone. ”

"Without that power, I..."

Needless to say, the consequences can be known by thinking about the lineup of enemies he is facing at this time:

Li Qing's team, the organization that has changed hands, Jotaro Kujo, the SPW consortium, and even the biggest hooligan on the earth who even the generals of other countries dare to kill at will...

doesn't have enough strength, let alone turn the tables and settle accounts, I'm afraid he will be very reluctant to even protect himself.

"Bastard!"

Diablo's eyes were already red.

"It's all you, you two little ghosts, who ruined everything for me!"

Giorno and Misda, two fledgling teenagers, became the two most wanted targets in Diablo's eyes.

Even Li Qing, who has been regarded as an enemy of fate by him since yesterday, does not have as much hatred in his mind at this moment as Giorno and Misda.

One of these two imps destroyed his self-esteem, and the other destroyed his hopes.

"Damn it!!"

Diablo yelled in anger.

He is like a mad dog driven into a dead end, jumping over the wall of reason in his mind:

"The Crimson King!"

The hideous-looking humanoid stand-in immediately struck.

The "cooldown" isn't over yet, but it doesn't matter anymore.

Misda had just fully exposed his own weaknesses in order to make sure that last bullet could destroy the target:

It's those three villains, No.1, No.2, and No.3.

They had just ridden the bullet all the way here, and while successfully controlling the bullet's changing trajectory on the spot, they were also forced to send themselves to the tiger's mouth.

This is a situation that cannot be avoided, or rather, it is a difficult choice that Misda has made on his own initiative.

He knew what he was up against.

Now, all three villains were floating in the air not far in front of Diablo.

They turned away, trying with all their might to fly back to their master.

But the Crimson King was much faster.

This hideous and evil stand-in suddenly slashed out a hand knife, sweeping away a terrifying high-pressure storm.

Those three little people were like small boats that rose and fell in the storm, powerless to resist the monstrous waves rolled up by the tsunami.

With just one blow, they were all shattered.

These little people condensed by spiritual energy were all crushed into pieces of nothingness under the vast power.

"Ahh

Misda, who was standing downstairs, immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

Although the destroyed little ones will slowly regenerate, the huge damage they revert to their original body when destroyed cannot be ignored at all.

That moment was almost fatal for Misda.

Rao is such a strong and strong body that is different from mortals, and he can't withstand the triple damage that is restored to the whole body like this.

His musculoskeletal muscles were torn and trembled violently from this serious injury, and fatal cracks appeared faintly in all his internal organs.

Misda lost her combat effectiveness in an instant.

Plop –

The revolver, which had no bullets, fell weakly to the ground.

Misda collapsed in a pool of her own blood.

He was still alive, he was conscious, he still had the strength to speak, but he didn't have the strength to fight anymore.

"It's not enough!"

Diablo was clearly not content to see such a miserable image.

He has always liked to take revenge on his enemies with the most brutal methods, such as the human slices that were once widely circulated in the Passion organization as educational and promotional materials for the Love Group.

And now, Misda is not just an enemy, but an enemy.

"Give me death!"

Diablo roared and climbed up the rock railing on the second floor, then jumped down.

He landed firmly in front of the Crimson King, landing about ten meters in front of Misda and Giorno.

Then, Diablo straightened up and walked forward, one step at a time closer to his goal.

With every step, you can hear the terrifying power.

"Golden Experience!"

At this critical moment, Giorno made a move:

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"

The golden experience hammered the ground with swiftness, and the shadow of the fist was like wind and waves.

Taking advantage of the enemy's "cooldown" has not yet ended, it uses its greatest strength and fastest speed to build a line of defense for its master.

First, there is a wave of vines growing backwards.

The vine branches immediately dragged Misda's badly injured body and transported him farther and safer to the rear.

Then there are the weeds that grow on the ground.

These weeds grow wildly in one piece, and as they grow, they continue to die and wither, piling up on top of each other.

In a moment, they finally covered the earth with a blanket of grass more than ten centimeters thick.

Finally, there are clusters of shrubs rising from the ground.

The shrubs formed a wide line of defense around Giorno.

The green foliage is overlapped, and the branches are adorned with beautiful white and yellow flowers.

There seem to be many other species of plants in the bushes, but the ambient lighting is dim and the plants themselves are obscured by the thriving shrubs, so they are difficult to notice.

In this way, Giorno built a fortress of plants next to him.

Then, he guarded the botanical fortress, keeping Misda tightly behind him.

"This..."

Misda saw what Giorno did:

"Those plants... Difficult、Could it be... Cistus? ”

His eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth couldn't hold back a spill of blood.

"Don't worry."

Giorno turned around and said word by word:

"I'll protect you, like a cistus."

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

About half an hour ago.

The helicopter fell, and everyone parachuted to escape.

Giorno and Misda successfully rendezvoused on the streets of Rome and successfully borrowed a car from passers-by.

"What a blessing!"

"I thought I would be ambushed by the enemy after landing, but I didn't expect it to be safe all the way."

Misda muttered to herself with joy as she drove.

"No, it's not necessarily lucky..."

Giorno in the passenger seat poured cold water at an inopportune time:

"We had a smooth journey and will definitely get to the Colosseum soon."

"And Diablo himself, most likely will be there."

"Huh?" Misda snorted: "So, what then?" ”

"Don't do it."

Giorno sighed softly:

"In this situation, can we not go?"

“........”

"Yes, we have to go."

"However, since you know that Diablo may appear there, you have to think about countermeasures in advance, right?"

This is a serious question.

In fact, Li Qing and others have long discussed this:

The final conclusion is, huddle.

Form a squad of at least three people, watch each other back to back, and maintain a defensive posture throughout the process.

It's a little helpless to say, but in the face of the elusive Crimson King, this is the only way.

Only by saving one's life can one find a way to launch a counterattack according to the specific environment, terrain, timing and other circumstances.

And now...

"It's just the two of us right now."

"If it's just the two of us, or even worse, what to do with Diablo?"

Misda knew very well that her sexy pistol didn't seem to be qualified to fight the Scarlet King.

Not to mention winning, it's hard to save your life.

"If there is not enough manpower..."

Speaking of this issue, Giorno's expression was also unusually serious:

"Then you can only find a way to use some small means to protect yourself."

"For example, set up a trap around the body in advance with an area-of-effect effect so that Diablo does not dare to approach... Or, if he gets close, he'll be killed. ”

"Huh?"

Misda thought along Giorno's train of thought:

"Aren't we finished, then?"

"Fuge's purple smoke and poisonous mist can be released, but I can only shoot."

"With you, your Golden Experience doesn't seem to have much range of damage."

"No, there is."

Giorno said meaningfully.

"Oh?"

"You can also poison it?"

"I can indeed release poison, after all, many plants in nature can release toxic gases."

"But most of these plant poisons, which naturally volatilize into gases, are not powerful enough and often only make people dizzy and nauseous;"

"Most of the highly toxic plant poisons need to be taken internally or in contact with blood, and there are many restrictions on how much they want to use in actual combat."

"So... I'm actually more inclined to use fire. ”

"Fire?" Misda's eyes were full of curiosity: "The golden experience also has the ability to set fires?" ”

"Of course, you can't set fire to the golden experience, but plants can."

"For example..."

Giorno continues to start popularizing science:

"As long as the weeds are allowed to accumulate and the heat production inside is accelerated by the golden experience, the heat will continue to accumulate inside the haystack, eventually leading to "smoldering"."

"That way, I'll have a fire to work with."

"But that's not enough, is it?"

Born in the countryside, Misda couldn't help but question:

"I've seen spontaneous combustion of forage in my hometown's pastures."

"That kind of spontaneous combustion is too slow, how can it be used to fight and hurt people?"

"It's just a 'fire source.'"

"Haystacks provide a source of fire, while other plants can provide a large amount of flammability:"

"For example, eucalyptus trees that can secrete a lot of eucalyptus oil, white fresh trees that can secrete isosodene oil, and... Our specialty here, the Mediterranean cistus. ”

Giorno's voice softened:

"You know what?"

"The branches and leaves of the Mediterranean cistus secrete a flammable volatile essential oil."

"It often actively 'kills' itself."

"Kill yourself, and plants will kill yourself?" Misda's eyes widened in surprise.

"Yes..."

"But there's a reason it's doing it."

"The Mediterranean climate is hot and hot in summer, with different periods of rain and heat, and it is easy for cistus to die of thirst due to water loss in the hot summer."

"So, it chose to secrete essential oils in large quantities under the scorching sun, creating conditions for spontaneous combustion and burning itself."

"They will be burned to ashes, and the 'enemy plants' in the nearby land that compete with them for nutrients will also be burned by the fire."

"And in the fertile fireground soil where grass and ash are piled up, the children of cistus will stick green shoots out of their heat-resistant shells and thrive in the embers of their parents."

Giorno tells an awe-inspiring botanical epic.

Listening to it, Misda was actually moved by the story of a shrub:

"The sacrifice of one generation is exchanged for the life of the next..."

"It turns out that there are such touching stories in nature."

"That's right."

"So, don't worry..."

Giorno said very solemnly to Misda:

"I'll protect you, just like the cistus."

"Hmm."

Misda nodded with emotion.

"Wait..."

He was slightly stunned, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be something wrong with Giorno's words:

"Protect me like a cistus?"

"The cistus is a plant that gave its life for its descendants."

"Giorno, you..."

"Could it be..."

Misda's face changed drastically:

"Are you taking advantage of me?"

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