Diablo's figure trembled.

The thick smoke of the previous eruption intensified after the truth was revealed.

He could feel his brain spiraling out of control under the influence of that terrible toxin.

For a stand-in messenger, the spirit is the foundation of the stand-in, and the mind is the most important weapon that can defeat the enemy.

And now this poison in Diablo is a terrifying demon that destroys the brain and corrupts the spirit.

His emotions became uncontrollably agitated and manic, and hallucinations began to loom in front of his eyes.

"Damn... If this continues..."

"Sooner or later I'll be... Completely lost... Conscious. ”

Diablo is well aware of what the consequences of losing consciousness in this situation will be:

"Must... Have to... Come to your senses..."

"Hurry up... Get out of here. ”

He clenched his temples heavily, trying to sober himself up.

But the role of the will is limited after all, and such a useless action of rushing to the doctor in a hurry cannot save his confused brain that gallops like a wild horse.

Diablo just stopped, fighting against his body.

The Crimson King paused.

The master's mental state gradually became bad, and the existence of this powerful stand-in gradually became less solid.

But even so, Giorno didn't take it lightly.

Because he now knows very well that he is not winning at all:

Diablo was only poisoned, and he was severely burned.

The black and red wounds were all over the body, and the flesh and pus and blood were mixed with the charred and deformed clothes, and it was impossible to distinguish between them.

Not to mention continuing to fight, he now has to endure unimaginable pain when he breathes.

Giorno was already in a desperate situation.

The one who can decide his fate now is still Diablo.

"So..."

"Diablo, can you still act now?"

Giorno quietly waited for the results.

If those toxins weren't enough to incapacitate Diablo so quickly, he would have to resign himself to his fate.

Giorno will still die, but it's not all for nothing.

Because after all, he succeeded in poisoning Diablo, and sooner or later Diablo would lose consciousness during the toxin attack.

Even if he died, his companions who came later would help him settle the matter and pick up the fruits of victory.

"Come on!"

Thinking of this, Giorno calmly accepted his fate.

He looked at Diablo, who had stopped moving, and there was no fear in his eyes:

"Diablo, kill me!"

"Giorno!" Misda clenched her fists, trembling weakly in a pool of blood.

"Giorno." Polunarev struggled to climb up the stone pillar, and there seemed to be a deep respect in his eyes.

"Joe... Rash... Promise. ”

Diablo's figure trembled slightly, as if he had been provoked by Giorno's roar.

The next moment...

Click.

The world in front of Giorno flickered.

By the time he regained his reaction, Diablo was gone.

It was as if the terrible man had suddenly evaporated from the world and disappeared from the battlefield.

"He..."

"Left?"

Giorno's expression was a little stunned, and then he was relieved:

Diablo was indeed able to act, but instead of killing, he chose to flee directly.

It seems that the toxin has indeed flareed up to a certain extent.

That's why Diablo didn't even dare to kill people, didn't dare to stay even for a second, and used all his last strength to escape:

He must have wanted to escape to a safe place where no one would find out as soon as possible before Jotaro and Li Qing and the others arrived here, before the toxins in his body completely attacked.

"Diablo is gone, but I'm still alive."

"Such a result..."

Giorno let out a long sigh of relief:

"It's not too bad."

With a sigh, Giorno collapsed in relief, lying on all fours on the ground with the afterglow of the flames.

What caught my eye was no longer blood and fire, but a sky full of stars after the dark clouds had dispersed.

The stars are shining, like being reborn.

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

Outside the Colosseum.

A taxi is driving through Rome's busiest city center at a speed that can drive traffic police madness.

"Guests... The Colosseum..."

"Soon, almost there."

The driver's face was covered with cold sweat.

“.......”

In the back seat, the burly man with a height of 1.95 meters was silent.

His sharp pupils were hidden deep under the brim of his hat, and his resolute facial lines were still so clear in the dark.

A decent white coat was already a loose style, but now it was stretched up by the knotted muscles that bulged like mountain peaks.

It's like a volcano about to erupt.

This momentum is still terrifying in the silence.

The driver only glanced in the rearview mirror slightly, and was terrified by the man's terrifying aura like a tiger at the moment.

He didn't know why the guests he was casually carrying at the Rome airport had suddenly become like this.

Just two phone calls turned this burly but approachable man into a terrifying beast that people didn't dare to look at.

"It's here!"

Seeing that he had finally arrived at his destination, Mr. Driver was relieved.

He slammed the brake to cross the car on the side of the road in the Colosseum, and then couldn't wait to lock the door:

"Get off, get off."

"Hmm."

The man in the back seat nodded slightly.

He randomly pulled out a few large denomination lira from his pocket and threw them in the passenger seat without looking back:

"I don't need to look for money, thank you for your help."

"Huh?"

The driver was slightly stunned.

He was already ready to be in the overlord car, but he didn't expect that this terrifying guy not only gave money, but also so... Courtesy.

"If it scares you, please forgive me."

"It's been a long, long time since I've had a place like this... I was provoked. ”

Jotaro Kujo, the man Diablo was afraid of, said with such a grim expression.

As he spoke, he looked up at the old Colosseum in front of him through the window of the back seat:

"Polunarev..."

"Are you still alive?"

The Colosseum, of course, can't give an answer.

But the fire that lit in the Colosseum, the smoke that rose, indirectly told him that the situation at the moment was by no means optimistic.

Jotaro's powerful heart, which has been tempered countless times, trembled uncontrollably at this moment:

The last call, it was already a minute ago.

On the phone, the evil man named Diablo was clamoring for a knife to cut Polunarev in half.

And at that time, as a close friend of life and death, Jotaro couldn't do anything.

All he could do was shout a limited, "Stop." ”

After that, what the battle was like in the Colosseum, what the fate of Polunarev was, Jotaro didn't know.

But what he does know is that he will definitely not let Diablo go now.

No one could hurt his companions.

Those who have ever hurt his companions, no matter how powerful, will end up paying with their lives.

"Platinum Star!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Jotaro directly summoned his most reliable comrades.

The humanoid double, named Platinum Star, appeared on the curb outside the car and helped his owner open the back door of the taxi.

If Li Qing and the others were here, they would definitely be amazed by the appearance of this humanoid stand-in-

This guy's painting style is different from everyone's.

The gold experience and steel chain fingers are all athletic figures, while the platinum star is burly, muscular, and full of a different kind of violent aesthetics.

The golden shoulder armor, white crotch cloth, and cool and simple clothing further highlight its wildness.

And the muscles that were always exposed were as hard as steel-cast iron, sharp and angular, and trembled slightly with the breath.

Every slight movement can make people feel an indescribable oppression.

This is what the world knows, the invincible platinum star.

"Platinum Star, let's go..."

"We're going to beat people."

Jotaro stroked the brim of his hat, revealing a pair of cold eyes from under his hat.

With that murderous declaration, he stepped out of the car and stood beside the platinum star.

And then...

Jotaro had just taken a few steps forward, and he hadn't even had time to get close to the gates of the Colosseum.

A middle-aged man with pink hair suddenly came into view.