This long time of cutting is finally over.

Giorno and Misda only felt a flash in front of them, and Diablo, who had previously raised his butcher's knife high at Polunarev, had already "flashed" seven or eight meters away.

The lights are dim, and the distance between them is not too short.

But even so, Giorno could see the hideous, twisted face of Diablo upstairs:

The expression was gloomy and angry, indescribably complex.

"The plan seems to have worked."

"Diablo, it seems that you are not as fearless as you say you are."

Giorno received a sign of success from Diablo's expression.

“......”

Diablo clenched his fists, anger brewing in silence.

But after the farce just arose, the inept anger of the loser looked as ridiculous as a chimpanzee jumping up and down in a cage.

In the end, he was tricked.

The balance of the time cut was squandered by him in one fell swoop, and the epitaph could not be activated in such an overloaded state as it is now.

It would take him several seconds to replenish his overloaded mental power and regain his strength.

Undoubtedly, this put Diablo in a small crisis.

However, compared to this so-called crisis, what really makes him feel like he is on pins and needles now-

He, Diablo, the Emperor of the Dark World, was really scared like this by a name.

Shame, this is undoubtedly a huge, heavy, indelible shame!

Now the two imps, especially Giorno, who was the initiator, looked at them like they were looking at a funny clown crowned by a monkey!

At the thought of this, Diablo trembled with anger.

He's a very complicated person.

is cautious and cautious enough to be described as "cowardice", but he attaches great importance to his dignity as a strong person.

A ridiculous performance like this obviously deeply hurt his self-esteem, which seemed to be absent, but was actually quite sensitive.

"Bastard..."

"Do you think you've won?!"

Diablo stared at Giorno condescendingly, his eyes spewing blazing fire.

He had only wanted to grab the arrow and escape, but now he really wanted to kill everyone present.

Otherwise, that ugliness will always be remembered.

It's like a non-mainstream personality signature that was posted in Penguin Space ten years ago, and it has become a shameful memory that makes people want to cut themselves off when they think about it.

This immature past must be completely erased.

"The Crimson King!"

Diablo harnessed his powerful double, keeping him close to his side.

Although he couldn't use time for the next few seconds, it didn't mean that he was too fragile to resist.

In fact, he has a big chance of winning:

Aside from his ability to slash at the moment, the Crimson King himself has incredible strength and speed.

Equipped with powerful dynamic vision, it can assist Diablo in capturing the movement of bullets as closely as possible.

Although there is still no way for him to dodge the bullet that will turn, at least it can allow him to try to save his vital point in the life and death situation.

Because Misda now has only 1 bullet.

Diablo could have taken advantage of the reload gap and fled backwards to a dark place away from the edge of the guardrail, where the lights could not shine at all, and hid himself through the ruins.

Sexy pistols also have limits to what they can do.

It would be nice to make a few turns of the bullet, but it couldn't fly the bullet from the first floor to the second floor, and then play hide and seek with the target in the darkness where you couldn't see your fingers.

Not to mention that the sexy pistol can't do it, and the limited kinetic energy of the bullet itself can't help the consumption of such a long journey.

"In the end, success or failure is in this last bullet."

"As long as I dodge this 1 bullet, the winner will still be me!"

Diablo clearly recognizes this.

Giorno also recognized this.

Seeing that Diablo was already in a tendency to retreat into the darkness, he hurried and shouted to Misda beside him:

"Misda, shoot!"

"I'm afraid this is our only chance!"

"Huh?"

Misda was slightly stunned.

He didn't even know what had just happened.

But Giorno's "only chance" still made him quickly feel the heaviness of the atmosphere.

"The only time..."

Misda silently recited word by word in her mind.

He knew that his last bullet was significant, and that it had to hit its target successfully.

So, where should these 1 bullets be attacked?

Where to ensure success?

Forehead, eyes, throat, or heart?

Damn it... No matter how you think about it, I can't guarantee that this shot will kill the other party!

Not to mention killing, there is that kind of high-speed and high-force humanoid stand-in to protect, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to even seriously injure with only 1 shot.

Misda's brain flickered, and his fingers slowly pulled back in such a brainstorm.

Finally... Bang!

Bullets whizzed out in the firelight.

No.1, No.2, and No.3 are three golden figures, they are clinging to this bullet at the same time, and they jointly control this tiny and violent metal beast.

"It's coming!"

Diablo held his breath.

The Crimson King's sharp pupils were firmly locked on the bullet that flew in, and he quickly predicted the trajectory of the murderous weapon in the midst of the lightning and flint.

But in an instant, a bullet at the speed of sound screamed and flew up to the second floor.

It flew in front of Diablo, arcing around the stone pillars and guardrails, and slammed straight into Diablo's head.

"It's now!"

The Crimson King erupted at a terrifying speed.

It slashed out with a knife as fast as lightning, not to kill, but to protect its master's head with its arm before the bullet hit.

Of course, the Crimson King will also get hurt if he does this.

But it's certainly better to have it hurt in the arm than to get Diablo himself shot in the head.

Not to mention, the Crimson King's ability to resist blows is far stronger than that of mortal humans. The damage it suffers is restored to the main body in equal proportions, and serious injuries become minor injuries.

And now, with his terrifying speed, the Crimson King was literally about to block the bullet with his flesh.

Just then, just as the bullet was about to sink into the Crimson King's arm...

“No.2，No.3！”

The golden little man clinging to the bullet, and No.1, who was the captain of the team, suddenly let out a shrill roar:

"Ready... Serve! ”

The three villains lifted the warhead in perfect agreement, causing it to suddenly drift upwards at an incredible angle.

The bullet was like a nimble goshawk, flying straight from parallel to straight upward.

In a matter of moments, it flew above Diablo's head.

"Get in place!"

Under the decisive command of No. 1, No. 2 and No. 3 spread out to the sides.

No.1 is flying farther up with a bullet.

When the bullet has reached a certain height, it staggers above the bullet and then spends a foot at the bullet under its feet.

Under the effect of that wonderful stand-in ability, the bullet actually turned around like this, and turned to blast downward.

No.2 and No.3, who were already in place, immediately came forward.

They catch and pass the ball one by one, and quickly adjust the bullet to the direction they want.

"I see..."

"Want to attack from the defensive space above my head?"

When the bullet turned and climbed up in front of him, Diablo had already sensed the danger in time.

Seeing that the bullet was about to turn and fall above his head, he didn't have time to think about it, so he had to let the Crimson King quickly protect his head under its solid arm.

And then...

Sou!

Bullets whizzed past Diablo's ears.

"Huh?" Diablo vaguely felt that something was wrong.

This bullet that gave the enemy the last hope, and the target it locked on seemed to be not the key point that he was perfectly protected.

So, what exactly is it going to fight?

In the next moment, Diablo's palm trembled slightly.

Not because the bullet hit his palm, but because the worm arrow in his hand trembled violently from the impact.

"What... Arrow? ”

"The target of that guy's attack... It turned out to be an arrow! ”

Diablo's expression froze again.

When he wasn't "Tobio", his expression had never been as rich as it is today.

This one, time seems to stand still.

Diablo watched the arrow in his hand, the arrow that was said to give him great strength, the arrow that gave him the last hope in a desperate situation, and that's it...

Shattered.

The bullet mercilessly slammed into the ancient arrow with mysterious power.

The arrows shattered under the impact, and golden shards of metal splattered out.

Diablo watched as the shards streaked before his eyes, flying away, falling into darkness and dust, like his own suddenly shattered hope.

By the time he realized what was happening, it was too late.

The worm arrow is gone, and there is no arrow, and there is only a wooden pole with a broken head left, much like his life with no way forward.

"You! Do! Finish! Miscellaneous! Whatever! ”

Murderous intent surged like a tsunami.

Diablo glared at Misda condescendingly, like a madman.

"I did what I had to do."

Misda let out a long sigh of relief.

He knew that his plan had succeeded:

"I didn't expect it, I told my little ones a long time ago:"

"If that shot just now doesn't hit your vital point, then just change direction-"

"Crush your hopes!"

"Bastard..."

Diablo gritted his teeth and said:

"Do you think you'll survive by doing this?"

"Tell you... You've thoroughly annoyed me this time, Gedo Misda! ”

"It doesn't matter."

Misda's nervous face had been on her face, but at this point she calmed down:

"The important thing is that I did it."

"Your plot has been completely stopped, Diablo!"