We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

Diablo noticed the blades starting to disappear, and he struggled to his feet. "You deceived Tobio with the water on the ground, so is it natural for me to deceive you?"

That reflection wasn't Diablo. He did push me after the time jump. I misjudged the distance. Did the iron sand scrape me? Was it the excitement and blood loss that made my brain unable to form vision? How is that possible? I clearly won. It was clearly me.

[The Crimson King] stood in front of him, grabbed his chest with his right hand, and crushed everything inside.

At the last moment, when all the blades disappeared, Risu grabbed Diablo and hit him in the face with a trembling fist, but it did not cause Diablo any pain.

Risotto slid weakly from Diablo and fell to the ground. He reached out to the omnipresent world of light, but in the end he only grasped darkness.

"Formaggio, Illuso, Meloni, Gacho, Solbe, Gerard, Gacho, Prosciutto, Bessie," he muttered, saying each name until the light in his eyes was gone and the red irises faded.

"Well done," Diablo panted, closing Risut's eyes. "Well done, you never lost your honor until your death, Risut Nero."

P.S. I only wanted one blade, and then I got 117 more. In return, I wrote three thousand words and the battle was complete.

The first draft took 86 minutes to write, and the revision took 70 minutes. Finally, it took me two hours to find information. I revised it again and again and almost made myself cry. It was not because of the difficulty, but because of Risute Nero. He is different from the other people in the assassination team. He is glorious. He is the light in the darkness and the bottom line of the assassination team.

I like him very much, so let him go to bed early.

ps2: Recommend the book "I, Diablo, will not die easily"

Diablo? No, no, no, I refuse.

As a five-good youth under the red flag, there is no way I can be the villain!

...Well, raising a daughter isn't impossible...

(Anyway, this is the life of Diablo's Kira Yoshikage)

Chapter 53 Psychologist

One kilometer outside the Colosseum.

It's approaching noon.

"Bucciarati, did you encounter the boss?" Krieg, who sensed the time deletion, kept trying to call Bucciarati's cell phone, and it was not until the fourth time that it was connected.

"Huh, we didn't meet the boss."

"I felt that there were two time deletions activated. It wasn't you, it was..." Krieg had a bad guess. Excluding Bucciarati and his group who were hostile to the boss, only Gacho or the eldest brother would be left. Were they attacked?

My mission! The boss looks like he's in such a mess right now, he might just get taken out by a passing Stand user. It's like Diablo doing well as a gangster, but suddenly a passing white knight sees injustice and rushes up to kill him. Don't let someone else come along and take his place! Krieg quickly looked at the mission target, but the one he thought was defeated was still lingering there, just like it always had.

what happened?

Krieg was even more confused. Was the boss just demonstrating? With his frontal body gone, who else could he possibly defeat? Tetanus and infection?

Jiaqiu knows the boss's information, and he should be with Risut now. The two of them should have no problem dealing with a disabled boss. Is that Big Brother? No, Big Brother doesn't even know the way. He may have run off to somewhere. Besides, if Big Brother really ran into the boss, it wouldn't force the boss to use the time deletion twice.

After thinking about it, Krieg still couldn't figure out who was fighting the boss. The plot had changed to this point, and it was no longer something he could guess.

"I don't know," Bucciarati's voice interrupted his thoughts. "We ran into the boss's guards, one named Chocolati and the other named Psycho. We've killed Chocolati, and Psycho escaped. Be careful. His Stand is called Oasis, and it can turn anything it touches into mud. He usually uses this ability on the ground, but it can also be used on other objects or even people. Don't let him hurt you." Bucciarati's voice was extremely low. "The boss ordered that Mista, Narancia, and you be dealt with first. Your abilities are probably too much for him, and he's going after you in the largest numbers. Don't die here."

Bucciarati closed his eyes and opened them again, trying to keep his tone normal, "I don't have many friends. Don't die again."

"Again? Are you guys okay?" Krieg heard something was wrong.

"Narancia is dead. He was killed by mold while trying to save our lives." Bucciarati was silent for a moment, then continued, "We've found where the boss used to hide. We're going there now. The address is on your phone. Also, before Psycho escaped, I heard a Stand user skilled in tracking was looking for you. Be careful, stay alive and don't die again."

"Hello? What did you say?" The caller had already hung up, and Krieg was stunned. Narancia was dead. How could this happen?! Because of his intervention, all the damn characters he had met were still alive. Now Bucciarati and the others didn't have to go to Sardinia, and Abbacchio, who was originally going to die there, would survive. But how could Narancia die here?!

All the way up to now, Krieg has not seen any dead people. He always thought that this was a battle that he had passed perfectly, but the reality was obviously not the case. It was just moving according to its own rules and had nothing to do with Krieg's will.

If he didn't separate from them, Krieg's solo battle against the boss wouldn't be possible. If he separated from them, someone would die. Bucciarati must have been still recovering from the pain of repeating "Don't die again" so many times.

But I believe we must still have some way.

This is a common saying in hot-blooded comics, but what kind of weight does it really carry in real life? When teammates are in dire straits and have nowhere else to turn, the protagonist is always upbeat and boastful, appearing to be a righteous and righteous person no matter what. Then, using his skillful aura of intellectual devaluation to defeat the villain, he becomes the winner without sacrificing anything.

How could it be so easy?

Krieg sighed. Fortunately, Proshut had left the battlefield, but those who were trapped in the battlefield had to continue fighting. There was no passionate and epic feeling between life and death. It only brought a cold, harsh and cruel beauty.

"Sir, what happened?" A passerby in formal attire saw Krieger standing motionless on the street and kindly ran over. "Did something happen? I saw you standing here after making a phone call."

"It's okay," Krieg said, sizing up the kindhearted man. He had a carefully trimmed beard and a face full of sunshine and confidence. He looked nothing like a pursuer or a gangster. But Krieg still didn't retract the hook. The line had already reached his heart. He didn't believe there was such a goody-goody here. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, my name is William Wundt, and I'm a psychiatrist. What's troubling you?"

"Wilhelm Wundt?"

"Yes, have you heard my name?"

"No," Krieger denied flatly. This guy seemed unable to see the Beach Boys' fishing line, but it was suspicious in either case.

"Well, sir, the weather is so nice today, would you mind having a drink?" The middle-aged man who claimed to be William Wundt wanted to put his hand on Krieg's shoulder, but Krieg turned away under the perception of the fishhook.

William put his hand down awkwardly, but this small action brought with it an extremely strong rose scent, which made Krieg even more confused.

Would a man in a formal suit wear rose-scented perfume? Krieger had indeed heard of the name Wilhelm Wundt, who was recognized as the father of experimental psychology. Was it a coincidence that a psychiatrist called himself that?

Krieg responded to William's enthusiasm, his fingers trembling slightly, along with the fishhook in his heart, but William did not notice any abnormal movement, he just scratched his chest.

Maybe it's normal? A Stand user would panic if they saw a fishhook piercing their heart, but William didn't seem to panic at all. Just as Krieg was about to let his guard down, a little sunlight reflected from the dial on William's hand. The light reflected into Krieg's eyes made him squint and look at his watch.

He actually saw a "William" with a completely different face on the dial. It was an old man. Unlike "William" who was staring at him, this old man was looking at Krieg's shoulder.

Chapter 54 You Want to Trick Me

Ok?

Discovering something was wrong, Krieg pulled out the fishhook without hesitation. The feedback from the fishhook proved that something was indeed brought out, but William was still standing there intact.

"Oh, such an elegant woman, why did she suddenly fall?" William turned his head, his tone full of disdain. Although Krieg knew that keeping an eye on William was the most important thing, the uneasiness in his heart still prompted him to look where William was looking. There was another William on the road, holding his head, blood flowing from his head, cursing something.

This is a stand attack!

Krieg realized that he was hallucinating. He looked around and saw that all the tourists on the street, including the shop assistants on both sides of the road, had turned into William. The bleeding William also stood up and looked at Krieg. At first, only their faces changed, and everyone was still talking about their own things. In the blink of an eye, everyone began to repeat the same sentence, and the street was filled with the smell of blood and decay.

"Oh, such an elegant woman, why did she suddenly fall down?"

"Oh, such an elegant woman, why did she suddenly fall down?"

"Oh, such an elegant woman, why did she suddenly fall down?"

Is this to prove that the essence of human beings is a parrot?

Krieg lowered his head. His body had turned to bones, with some rotten flesh still hanging on his arms. Only his clothes were intact, and one could vaguely see a mixture of red and white inside.

"What is this, a third-rate horror movie?" Krieg looked at William in front of him with a look that made him look idiotic. This action directly ignited William's anger. Everyone on the street was shouting, "What are you looking at me with? Don't you like my game? I hate you, a bunch of uneducated gangster bastards. Wait until my [Psychologist] breaks your spirit and you crawl over to me crying and begging me!"

This has nothing to do with William's character. It's really because Krieg has studied the expression of looking down on others too deeply. Even in the UK, if he wasn't so famous in certain aspects, he would be beaten from head to toe if he went out with this expression.

"Are you an idiot?" Krieg began sarcastically. "How come after all this study you've only learned to look down on others? Why are you going the other way? Impersonating Wilhelm Wundt? Why don't you impersonate Freud? Did Freud speak your mind? Do you have any immoral thoughts about your mother? Many gangsters wear suits, but it's rare to see someone wearing rose perfume like you. You're so old, you must be powerless, right? Can you save some money for Italy's pension?"

William was so angry that his nose was about to be crooked. He was about to open his mouth to say something, but Krieger stood where he was and launched into a series of vulgar words from the 21st century. William was so angry that he couldn't breathe and coughed for a long time.

As expected, he was an old man. Krieg was not simply venting his emotions. The fishhook was going around William's back, which should be the position of his head visually. However, the information from the fishhook told Krieg that it was a ball of air.

This old man is innocent, as is the woman who crashed on the roadside. William's true form isn't here. If my ability were illusion, what would I do? Krieg thought carefully. If I were in his place, he would also disguise a passerby as himself, then publicly disguise others in front of the enemy, so that the enemy would think the first one to appear was the real one.

So, where is this person's true self?

This is an unsolvable problem. The growth of [Beach Boy] is A. The range and speed become stronger with Krieg's use, but the endurance and precision are attributes that cannot be trained. Endurance is Krieg's physical strength, and precision cannot be trained. Even though Krieg can always think of some weird methods, the results every time show that he is not training a stand-in, but training his own brain.

The range of this guy's Stand ability was ridiculous. Krieg looked to the farthest point in his field of vision and saw that everyone had transformed into William's appearance. Clearly, this illusion wasn't just affecting him, otherwise the old man and the bleeding woman would have escaped long ago.

William was also acting. As a stand-in who used illusions, giving the target hope and then destroying it would make it easier for the target to collapse. If it were Krieg, he would definitely do the same.

What causes hallucinations?

William's abnormality comes from his formal clothes, fragrance, and tape recorder. There must be some connection between them.

Formal attire, fragrance, and language correspond to vision, smell, and hearing respectively. Compared with the five senses, they are still missing touch and taste.

Touch?

Krieg remembered that the old man wanted to pat his shoulder at the beginning. Was he trying to control my sense of touch? I had hallucinations because I saw his face, and I had auditory hallucinations because I heard his voice. This proved that my sense of touch was still normal!

The hook struck again, carrying the fishing line flying everywhere. William's furious voice had changed to a relaxed tone, "It's useless. Do you think I'm really angry? Hahahaha, you look really funny. I already know that your hook can detect reality, but unfortunately, as long as my [Psychologist] controls your senses, even if your hook can detect the real situation, your brain will only remember the feeling I want you to remember, and the information will not be received by your brain at all!"

"I'm going to take a picture of you, Bessie. Guess if this is my real self? The boss really values ​​you, but you, an illiterate fellow, actually dared to scold me. I'm going to make you die in the most horrific hallucination!"

As they got closer, Krieg finally moved the hook forward to the fire hydrant. He pulled hard and a column of water shot up into the sky, soaking everything around it.

"Look at what you're doing. Do you think you can see my true form through the reflection on the water? It's useless. You can see this old man through the dial because I want you to see him. If I don't want you to see him, you won't be able to see him no matter how good the reflective object is!"

"Yeah, but I guessed right. You can only manipulate ordinary people to create illusions," Krieg said, carefully analyzing the mist-filled air. "I've always been curious. If you're so omnipotent, why don't you do anything with my phone and clothes? Wouldn't it be better to just turn the phone into a scorpion or something else instead of just leaving it there?"

"So what? Can you leave my illusion?" William said triumphantly, "Even if you know I can't change inanimate objects, you still can't break free."

Krieg pinched his index finger, the hook already raised. "Have you ever considered that water has no life, either?"

ps: There are 16 chapters owed in total, and seven chapters are still to be returned.

Chapter 55 I am Thor, the God of Hammers

The fire hydrant was releasing pressure to its heart's content. The water droplets escaping from the water column couldn't wait to occupy the new space. The innocent nest of baby birds on the tree was soaked and they started chirping. The water vapor spread to all the places it could touch.

Even though Krieg's consciousness was still being distorted by the [Psychologist] and he still couldn't see William's location, he only needed to attack the place where there was no water vapor!

The hook snagged the fire hydrant cap, the solid iron spun in a shrill, whistling as it slammed towards Krieg's target. He wasn't aiming to kill the man, just to stun him. Compared to Diablo's heinous crimes, the man calling himself William couldn't even begin to compare to his boss's disgusting evil. Whether it was for information about Diablo or simply because he had aversion to killing, Krieg didn't kill him.

The water mist that was hit collapsed suddenly, and something fell to the ground with a dull sound.

My hearing has returned, it seems William

"Do you think I became the boss's bodyguard just because of [Psychologist]?"

"Open your eyes and see who you are hitting?" The hallucinations on the whole street were speaking. Where the mist sank, a fainted passerby appeared. His head was a little bigger than that of an ordinary person due to the heavy blow, but his breathing was still steady.

This is false and a misleading direction.

Contrary to Krieg's expectations, William stood there perfectly still, his ordinary face filled with twisted satisfaction. "Do you look down on me? Ah! Everyone thinks this before they die. Isn't it just a coward who manipulates illusions, hiding his head and showing his tail? But they're all dead. I'll make you collapse in the hallucinations. Do you think I'll let you go if you hold back? No, I will torture you the most cruelly. How dare you show me mercy? How dare you show me mercy? Do you think you're nobler than me?"

An even more distorted scene appeared for everyone on the street. Although the rest of the scene was still a peaceful noon, everyone who appeared here became like a ghost, except for the one who was knocked unconscious by Krieg.

"It's really rare to have such low self-esteem. If you add Oedipus tendencies, did you have some bad experiences in your childhood? Could it be from your biological father? That's really explosive," Krieger said trash talk while rubbing his index finger.

Hallucinations only work on living things, so what happened to that passerby? If I wanted to create panic, I could just tell him I'd beaten him to death, then show him in a bloody mess. Maybe I'd get some remorse, but why would I show off by just releasing a fainted person?

This Stand User named William has indeed developed his Stand very well. Provoking emotional fluctuations in the illusion is indeed a means to make people sink deeper into depravity. But why couldn't a Stand User who was so cautious as to disguise himself as a passerby think of such a simple problem?

The noisy chicks in the tree gave him the answer, which was very simple: this stand ability was only effective for creatures that could think.

A fainted person naturally cannot think. The reason why that person revealed his true identity was not because William wanted to destroy my will, but because this guy simply could not control the fainted person.

"Have you seen the first Saw?" Krieg said something incomprehensible, and swung the iron block at the nearest imaginary William in front of him. Unfortunately, this was really just an old man, with only an aging body lying on the ground.

"Yo yo, are you talking nonsense?" The illusions on the entire street continued to taunt Krieg, their voices filled with a subtle panic. "I can keep this illusion going until you starve to death. How about you kneel down and lick my shoes, and I won't let everyone on this street die of fright."

Krieg ignored the frivolous provocation. Instead, as his fishing line stretched, he thought of new trash talk. "Since you think you're knowledgeable and high-ranking, have you ever heard the stories of Shi Chong and Wang Dun?"

"What are you talking about again? What are your [Beach Boys] doing?"

"You haven't heard of it, that's it. How shameful! Don't you even know the story that a small-time scoundrel like me knows?"

"You want to delay? Do you think it will help?"

"In ancient times, there was a wealthy man named Shi Chong. He asked his female servants to persuade guests to drink. If the guests refused to drink, Shi Chong would kill the servants. So the maids would do their best to persuade the guests to drink. This was the most effective way to persuade the guests to drink. Most guests would not watch the servants being killed. There was a general named Wang Dun who refused to drink until Shi Chong killed three people in a row. Shi Chong was reluctant to let the servant die again.

The guests drank because they thought the maid died because of their cruelty, but in reality, she died because of Shi Chong's brutality. It's none of my business if you scare them to death. There are wars on Earth all the time; I see them on the news. If failing to help someone in danger is the same as murder, then the world would be full of murderers. It's true that for every original, there's a substitute. A wretched and mentally retarded original will give birth to an illusion-playing substitute.

Watson, I've discovered a blind spot. Could it be that Er Qiao's substitute being the Hermit Purple isn't just due to Er Qiao's instinct for caution, honed through years and experience, but also has something to do with him peeping at Lisa Lisa bathing?

You just can't get over the ethical issues today, right?

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!" Krieg's trash talk had a significant effect. William, who had always been stimulating others to the point of collapse, was so angry that he went berserk, and all the tourists on the street rushed over.

The plan to provoke William was successful, and everyone gathered together. It would have been better if it had happened earlier. Krieg relaxed his hands and feet. At least one thing Narancia said was right. Since no enemies can be found, just beat up everyone!

The extended fishing line retracted, intertwined and piled up into the shape of a stick. The redundant fishing line piled up at the top of the stick to form the outline of a hammer head. Krieg swung it at the crowd. The materialized fishing line can be woven into a weapon of any shape. If it doesn't have sharpness, then there is no such thing. What sharpness do I need? I'll change my career to swinging a hammer!

Krieg, like playing whack-a-mole, fired a single shot at everyone's head, knocking people unconscious wherever he passed. Even though the crowd controlled by the hallucinations didn't show any fear, Krieg's extraordinary strength still ensured he had the upper hand against the ordinary people. Instead, his increasingly skilled hammering skills gave Krieg a sense of pleasure. After half the passersby had fallen, Krieg finally found William's true form.

Big is beautiful! Beautiful is big!

The crowd who woke up screamed and ran away. Krieg, who was still not satisfied, grabbed William's body, pulled out four of his teeth, and finally found out the whereabouts of his boss.

William, you can't get up again.

Chapter 56 Polnareff

Jotaro is really a gentle man, Krieg sighed.

Krieg left William, who was lying in a puddle of mud. He was able to beat someone like this just by waving the "Beach Boy". Jotaro, who was A in both strength and speed, was beaten by Ola and his lover was only admitted to the hospital.

The Jojo protagonists in the third and fourth parts never killed anyone. At most, they killed a few vampires and strange animals. On the contrary, the final boss would definitely kill several members of the protagonist group starting from the second part. Kira Yoshikage in the fourth part also killed members of the protagonist group several times. It's really a strange inheritance.