We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

Time cutting starts.

When Krieg came to his senses, he quickly looked around. The ugly red monster did not come up, and everyone was normal. Fugo and Apache were huddled together at the entrance of the room. No one came in. Instead, part of their clothes were torn by the door frame, and the four hands of the two men were waving around randomly.

Hey, Krieg grinned, he suddenly felt that this scene was very funny, Diablo's ability suppressed everyone and made them unable to raise their heads, the strong could do whatever they wanted.

Bucciarati was still reliable. He looked towards the ossuary at the first moment. The pile of stones where the boss was buried had exploded, and there was no trace of the boss inside.

The fishing hook of the Beach Boys had been hanging in the ossuary. Seeing Bucciarati looking over, Krieg shook his head. There was no trace of life inside. The ossuary was no longer pitch black. If there was anyone there, they would be able to see them.

Ten seconds is enough to run more than a hundred meters.

"Narancia, keep checking for enemies around you," Bucciarati said, closing his zipper to prevent the boss from moving again. "We only have one ship on this island. The boss must still be here. He can't leave."

Krieg sighed in his heart. The disadvantages of his change of plot were becoming more and more obvious. Bucciarati now only knew that his boss was extremely capable, and did not think that his boss was invincible as in the original plot.

The problem now is not how to find Diablo, but whether Diablo can let them go. As the only person who knows Diablo's true ability, Krieg is under a lot of pressure, but taking the initiative is better than waiting to die.

The two people who squeezed in awkwardly looked confused. Of course, Narancia was also confused, but it was normal for genius children to be confused when they were using their brains.

"Boss? Bucciarati, you mentioned the boss just now. What do you mean the boss can't leave? What did you do?" Compared to Abbazia's calmness, Fugo's expression kept changing. He even subconsciously ignored the fact that Krieg looked very similar to the fishhook man whom Bucciarati had mentioned several times.

Just as Bucciarati was about to reply, the pain from his back made him bend over, and the horrific wound on his back was exposed to everyone. The three people who didn't understand what was happening were all shocked.

"Bucciarati, are you okay?" Abbacchio immediately went to pick him up.

Bucciarati pushed away Abbacchio's outstretched hand, indicating that he was fine. Krieger ignored them, his fishing hook constantly extending to explore for traces of living things.

"I want to say two things, they are very important."

"Of course, of course," Fugo said, spreading his hands and leaning forward, looking at Bucciarati hopefully. "Please explain it in detail."

Bucciarati turned to look at Trish, closed his eyes, and made up his mind. "The boss sent us to protect his daughter because he wanted to kill her himself. The blood relationship between the boss and Trish will reveal his true colors. After learning about this, I really can't forgive the boss's behavior, nor can I turn a blind eye to this matter and leave obediently!"

As Bucciarati continued his narration, the expressions of everyone present, including Krieg, changed.

Bucciarati straightened his back, ignoring the severe pain in his back, "So, I betrayed!"

"How could this happen?" Fu Ge muttered to himself subconsciously.

"I think you know all too well what will happen to traitors. No one can escape the boss's clutches!" Abbazia's movements were dramatic, his heart equally turbulent. "No, perhaps even now, the boss's personal guards have surrounded all of Venice!"

"That's right," Bucciarati said without wavering. "So I need help. If anyone wants to come with me, please come behind me and go find the boss. But I won't order you to follow me, nor will I ask you to follow me!" Bucciarati's tone became increasingly harsh. "Because this is my own decision! So you don't have to show any mercy to me! But let me say this, which may sound a little arrogant, I am doing this because I believe my behavior is right! I have no regrets!"

"Even though I'm in this world, I still want to follow the path I believe in! As long as we find the weakness, we'll definitely defeat the boss! I must, and I will, find his weakness!"

Fugo gritted his teeth and turned his head away.

Krieg watched the scene with great interest, and continued to exert force with his hands. Jiaqiu froze the wound with low temperature. He only needed to simply bandage the upper limb near the heart to prevent too much cold from entering the torso.

Sure enough, Fugo turned around, and Bucciarati, who had been looking at everyone, also lowered his head. Influenced by him, Narancia also turned around. Only Abbacchio clenched his fists and trembled all over.

"I understand what you're saying, Bucciarati. You're right, but I need to make one thing clear," Fugo said in a low voice. "Unfortunately, no one here will follow you. Although you've done me a favor, that's different from following you in betrayal." Fugo trembled, his arms folded, as if on guard against something. "You don't see the reality clearly. No one can survive in this world based solely on ideals. Without our organization, we have no way to survive."

No, it's just that he's not strong enough. Popularity, wealth, and status are merely appendages of power. Sometimes they can become power, but pure power disdains such expressions. Krieg wanted to refute Fugo, but he could only watch. He couldn't even convince Diablo, so even if he convinced Fugo, what good would it do? It would only prove his own incompetence.

"Fugo is right," Apache continued, "Your actions are akin to suicide. Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, you'll never find a place to rest in peace. Besides, I swore allegiance to the organization, not to you!"

Bucciarati closed his eyes.

"But, Bucciarati, I am a man who can't find a place to stay. The only place where I can feel at ease is when I'm with you." Abbacchio walked to Bucciarati.

"You are not, Apache!" Fugo exclaimed, but at this moment, the wonderful feeling appeared again!

Krieger, who regained consciousness, stood up immediately. He and Bucciarati looked at each other and understood each other's thoughts.

The boss will never activate the time cut when he wants to leave. As long as he is determined to leave, they will never be able to find the boss, unless someone is confronting him.

Only Giorno and Mista were not present!

On the steps at the back of the church, Giorno stretched out his hand as if to grab something, but Mista was right in front of him and was pierced through the chest by a hand!

ps: The party that stays up late will never admit defeat and will continue to ask for votes, especially the blade qaq

Chapter 35: One-sided Battle

Why, what, here, Mista?

The broken thoughts could not be connected together. The overly horrifying and incomprehensible phenomena attacked Giorno's mind. Everything was so unreal. Only the blood spitting out of Mista's mouth kept flowing, spreading on the dry steps, forming a horrible pattern, and emitting a dizzying malice in the sunlight.

"Mistah! [Golden Experience]! Mudamudamudamuda!"

Fortunately, using a stand is instinctive and does not require thinking. Giorno has realized what has happened, but his mind is separated from the real world by a vague boundary, as if his body is no longer his own. The words that come out of his mouth are extremely unfamiliar. He is like a bystander, watching his body rush towards Mista.

The red arm pulled out from Mista's chest, cruelly pinching something inside. In Giorno's eyes, everyone's movements were as slow as if they were in space. Every broken tendon, every broken bone, and every deformed internal organ. For the first time, Giorno realized that the human body was not only red and white, but also had all kinds of strange and ambiguous colors mixed together, like a dye box that had been stirred wildly.

Blood bubbles emerged from Mista's mouth and burst. His eyes were dim. He turned his head with all his strength and repeated the same word in a weak voice, "Go, go."

What's going on here? Why can't I understand what's happening?

Giorno finally lost his composure. He was only fifteen years old, and the only time he had truly faced death was in the battle with Krieg. But that was an understandable battle, and the current situation was completely incomprehensible to him!!!

The red stand-in blocked his attack. Not only that, a piece of Golden Experience's fist was broken, and the little finger part no longer existed. The one who was hitting him was not Golden Experience, but the red stand-in!

Giorno was surprised at his own reaction. He didn't feel any pain, even though he was being crushed by the violent force with punches. He just wanted to pull Mista, but the end of the world was just a few steps away, and he and Golden Experience were beaten to death.

The feeling of his face rubbing against the sand was strange, hot and dizzy. Giorno wanted to stand up, but suddenly fell to the ground. When he stood up again, the red stand was standing in front of him and punched him again without hesitation.

Poof! Giorno spat out a mouthful of blood. This time the attack was aimed at his stomach. [Golden Experience] blocked the punch, but the price was that both of his arms hung limply at his sides. The severe pain made all his body tissues tremble. It had nothing to do with willpower, because his brain would go on strike under such a brutal act!

"Mistad, my Stand's name is Sexy Pistol, and I'm an expert at long-range attacks," the man standing behind the red Stand said. "There's another person I haven't seen. I think they're the new members of Team Bucciarati. Your presence here proves you've disobeyed my orders. What were my considerations for allowing you to land?"

Giorno wanted to see the man's face clearly. From what he said, he understood that he was the boss of [Passion]. But even in this case, the man still buried his face in the darkness, with a baseball cap like that of an elementary school student on his head. The sun was shining brightly, and he could not see anything from this angle.

"I told you that as long as you come up here, I will regard it as a dangerous act, so is it another betrayal?" The enemy swung his arms and walked towards Giorno, "It's really unfortunate today, but you will only be more unfortunate."

Giorno noticed the word "again". It seems that something happened to Bucciarati too!

Just two minutes ago, he and Mista went around to the back of the church. Although the back door of the ossuary was locked tightly from the inside, the maintenance door farther away was actually locked with an ordinary door lock. Mista wanted to use a bullet to bend the lock core. Amid the cheers of the little people, Mista aimed at the door, and then there was a knock on the door!

They retreated immediately, fearing that it was an enemy with unknown abilities, but the knocking on the door continued rhythmically twice. Finally, when they knocked for the third time, the door was suddenly blown away by a strange force, along with the surrounding wall, as if something inside had exploded.

"NO.1, NO.2, NO.3, NO.5", Mista covered his nose with his arm and ordered his stand to attack the enemy. Four bullets were fired, but in the flying smoke and dust, a strange feeling suddenly appeared!

When Giorno came to his senses, a tall man in a suit that he had never seen before appeared inexplicably behind Mista. Giorno only remembered that he shouted Mista's name, and his companion was punched in the chest before he turned around!

What ability is this?

Giorno could only see the red stand, with an uglier face on top of a distorted face, and bulging muscles all over his body that were even more exaggerated than his own Golden Experience. The heavy blow just now also proved how terrifying the power was within that ugly appearance.

Giorno bit his tongue hard. His mental state was abnormal and his perspective seemed to have become that of a third party. However, the pain on his tongue was less than that on his arm, and he was completely unable to escape from this situation.

"Walk...."

Mista muttered to himself, but there was no one in the direction he looked. Mista's condition was so serious that it could not be described as serious. The substitutes all fell to the ground. Except for No. 5 who could still crawl crying, the other substitutes could only tremble.

"Mistad!" Giorno finally came to his senses. His daze lasted less than half a minute, but in this half minute, they almost didn't make it.

[Golden Experience] The accessories on his body clicked together, some turned into branches to block the boss's steps, and some turned into internal organs. Mista could no longer hold on and had no time to think about other things!

He's not brain dead yet, he can still be saved. It only takes a dozen seconds, just a dozen seconds for me to complete the replacement!

Giorno staggered to Mista. Mista's condition was worse than he had imagined. The boss's last blow almost crushed his lungs. Small red bubbles were everywhere. He was suffering from blood loss, open fractures, and multiple organ failure. Giorno could only release the Golden Experience to resist the boss who came, and at the same time stuffed the new internal organs into Mista's body.

Survive, Mista! Giorno roared in his heart, while the boss was pinching the Golden Experience's neck, starting from his left hand and squeezing it upwards little by little! The only sound in the air was the sound of bones cracking!

Chapter 36 No One Can Leave (2/5)

"What's wrong with you?" Because of the distance, Apacchi was the first to notice that something was wrong with the expressions of Bucciarati and the stranger.

"I'm sorry, but I need your answer now. We're leaving!" Bucciarati suddenly said, "There's no time. What's your decision?"

"Is there no one here?" Bucciarati repeated the question when he saw that Fugo and Narancia hadn't moved. "Let's go without delay. Leave Trish in the hall and go find Giorno and the others!"

"They went to the back door, I know the way," Abbazia agreed immediately. He didn't even ask where Krieg and the other man came from. He believed in Bucciarati's judgment, just as he trusted Bucciarati with all his heart.

"Narancia, what about you?" Krieg spoke. Without Narancia, the possibility of dealing with the boss would be greatly reduced, but he had no relationship with Narancia. Whether they would be close or hostile in the future, he had to speak up.

Bucciarati also looked at Narancia, holding his head in his hands, sweat completely soaking the tips of his hair. "I...what should I do?"

Narancia blinked repeatedly. "Let me ask you, Bucciarati, what should I do? Do you think it would be best if I went with you? Big Brother over there, do you have any suggestions?"

Desperate, Narancia even asked Krieg about his problem. Krieg spread out his hands, as if to let him make the decision himself.

Bucciarati looked straight at Narancia, "Are you afraid?"

"Oh, I'm scared, extremely scared." For a man like Narancia who joined the gang by accident and whose brain is still not very smart, if Bucciarati is a light that illuminates his dark life, then the [Passion] organization is the whole world. He cannot imagine a world without the organization, just as he cannot imagine that one day he will be asked whether he wants to deal with the boss.

But, but, if it was Bucciarati, Narancia scratched his scalp until his forehead turned pale. "Bucciarati, please give me an order. As long as you order me to come with you, I will be brave. As long as I have your order, I will be fearless."

"No," Bucciarati immediately rejected Little Plane's request. "This is the only thing I can't order you to do. You have to make your own decision. The path you want to take must be determined by your own will!"

"I don't know, I don't understand!" Narancia rubbed his hair hard.

Bucciarati turned around and looked back at Narancia. "Although I can't make the decision for you, I can give you a piece of advice: don't come. This is not suitable for you at all." After saying that, Bucciarati turned around and picked up Trish. "I'll put Trish on a chair in the church. You two can leave now."

"Are you all serious? You will definitely be killed. You can't survive just by saying that this is right. There are some things in this world that can be done, and some things that cannot be done! After all, what we do is some dirty work that cannot be seen in the light. Aren't you just pot calling the kettle black?!" Fugo waved his arms, trying to convince these people. He didn't want to deal with the boss, but he also didn't want to watch his teammates die.

"Even so, I can't lie to myself," Bucciarati said without even turning around.

"Bucciarati, Abbacchio, are you crazy? You will be completely isolated by the organization. Where do you plan to escape to? You can't even get out of Venice!" Fugo yelled at them, his voice echoing in the church, but Bucciarati ran straight forward without looking back once.

"Everyone's gone crazy!" Fugo kicked the wall. "Why? Just for a girl I just met and haven't even spoken to a few times!"

Narancia seemed to be stimulated by what Fugo said. He raised his head and saw that the place where Trish was stitched by the zipper was still bleeding, and the bloodstains extended all the way.

Trish... She was abandoned by the person she trusted. Narancia recalled his past. He had also been abandoned in the same way, by his father and his friends. He and Trish were so similar!

Saving her means saving myself, saving myself!

"Bucciarati!" Narancia suddenly broke into a run. "I'm going with you. I want to go too. I want to go with you. Trish is me. She is me!"

You are all crazy. Fugo was drained of all his strength and leaned dejectedly against the cabinet. He couldn't be a fool. He just wanted to survive.

What's wrong with that?

Why can't anyone be more realistic?

Outside the church, the battle between the Stand users had already been decided.

"Hmph" Giorno groaned in pain. If it were someone else's injury, they would have cried out in pain long ago, but in his case, it was only an inconspicuous "hmph". His broken arm, which was barely still connected, kept shaking, but his internal organs were connected very accurately. However, he was powerless to treat the fluid and blood stasis in Mista's abdominal cavity. Even if he sewed it up now, it would get infected. After that, he would have to undergo surgery to remove it, which was even more dangerous.

Mista's breathing was still rapid, but much better than before. Giorno wanted to turn around to see what his boss looked like, but it was impossible.

The [Crimson King] had lifted him up. He couldn't breathe. The sunlight was extremely dazzling. Tears and saliva flowed uncontrollably, but they could only flow to the hand that was pinching his neck.

"Interesting ability, but still no match for my [Crimson King], newbie." Diavolo pinched Giorno, seemingly preparing something to say, but in the end he just shook his head and tightened his left hand, "Goodbye, newbie."

The fragile larynx made a dull sound, and Diavolo quickly withdrew his hand. Giorno was thrown to the ground by him, with black spikes protruding from his throat.

Is the ability of this new being to create life?

Diablo flexed and stretched his palm. The sea urchin almost pierced his palm. Even though he reacted quickly, the poisonous thorn still pierced into his flesh, and his palm felt numb.

He didn't forget to bite me before he died. He is really a wolf cub. He is also similar to me in that he can't be tamed.

Diablo didn't care about this. The two men on the ground were basically dead. The only one left who could attack him from a distance was Narancia's [Aerosmith]. The others had to fight him in hand-to-hand combat.

Thinking of this, the [Crimson King] smashed the engine of the motorboat with a punch and pulled out everything inside roughly. The motorboat immediately turned into scrap metal and sank with bubbles.

No one can leave this island, and no one can walk out alive after seeing my face. As long as I hide my identity, my happiness will be endless. The emperor is me, Diablo!

ps: Thank you Alaya and Gaia for the dog food, thank you big brother, and thank you other readers for voting, thank you very much.

Chapter 37 Let Wisdom Bloom and Bear Fruit

Three people saw my face. Diablo was standing in front of the church and thinking about it. Among Bucciarati, Bessi and Gacho, the biggest threat to him was Narancia. He had to die first, otherwise he would not be able to avoid the next move. Trish had already fainted and would not disappear out of thin air.

How many people were there in Bucciarati's group? Did they lose any men along the way?

Diablo was not sure. He was very clear about his own abilities. When facing multiple people, his advantage would be infinitely reduced. But as long as the [Crimson King] existed for a second, all the traitors would die sooner or later.

I can't leave here, and neither can they. Growth is about overcoming one's own immaturity! I'm going to put an end to all resistance here!

Diablo walked towards the church, the blood on his shoes sticking to the sacred ground, like a demon invading heaven.

"The boss has two abilities. The first is short-term prophecy, lasting approximately 5 to 10 seconds. So far, all his predictions have been correct. The second ability, he calls it time leap, means that during the predicted period, everything will unfold according to the prophecy, except for himself, who is not controlled by the time. He can move freely during this time and appear in any unexpected location. The first ability activates at an indefinite interval, while the second lasts approximately ten seconds." Bucciarati placed Trish on a chair and discussed this with the others. "As much as I hate to admit it, this ability is truly invincible."

"In addition, the boss has extremely strong melee combat skills and is much stronger than anyone else here. No one present can fight him in close combat, so remember to keep your distance," Krieg added.

Bucciarati suddenly thought of something and introduced them to Narancia and Abbacchio, "This is Bessi, and who is this? They are our partners now."

"It's just temporary," Krieg extended his hand, "Just call me Krieg, he's Gacho."

Jiaqiu said nothing, his body could no longer bear it.

"Really? When did you come here?" Little Plane forced a smile and wrapped his hands around Krieg's. "I can trust you, right?"

"temporary."