We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

With the unreasonable ability to leap through time, Sai Ke would be caught no matter how far he ran. "I thought you decided to obey me without reservation, but I didn't expect you to stab me in the back."

As he spoke, Diablo tore open Psycho's body.

Finally, with all four limbs separated from his body, Sai Ke became like a dead dog, lying on the ground twitching, and the [Oasis] had disappeared.

"So, now it's just the two of us?"

Krieg retracted the fishing line from Psycho. Now Psycho was just the target of the boss's venting. Diablo's [Crimson King] was indeed difficult to defeat, but it was definitely not hopeless.

"You think I'm going to answer your question? Now that this loser Sai Ke isn't messing things up, I want you dead!"

P.S. I have been having stomach problems today. I don’t want to update on Monday night.

Chapter 63: Bad Mouth is also a Tactic

"Is this why you stripped him naked?" Because Psycho no longer had the strength to maintain the Oasis, his body was completely exposed to the air. Krieg felt like he was going blind after just one glance. In the spirit of "if I'm uncomfortable, you should be uncomfortable too", he laughed at Diablo wantonly. The skilled mocking tone plus Bessie's face had an unexpectedly good effect.

"[Crimson King]!"

Time leaped forward again. Krieg had gotten used to the trance brought on by the activation of Time Slash. He squatted down immediately after regaining consciousness, and the fishing line in his hand formed into a stick and swept across with him as the center. Diablo had no choice but to stop and block the attack. The shiny fishhook on the top of the fishing line was not a decoration. Once it invaded the human body, he had to give up some of his physical strength and body. He could not waste all his abilities for a traitor. After all, Bucciarati and his group still needed him to deal with. Even if he had ordered the remaining experts in the organization to kill Bucciarati and his group, if Bucciarati revealed his information before his death, he would have to kill all the insiders.

The [Enthusiasm Organization] has been destroyed. Diablo knows this very well. Powerful Stand Users have died or been injured. Recently, he has heard rumors that strangers have attacked the organization. Many hostile organizations for their own interests or ordinary people who act simply for revenge have tacitly cooperated with the Stand Users to weaken the power of [Enthusiasm]. Even if he dealt with all the traitors, he would have to give up most of his territory.

There are many Stand users in the organization, but most of them are ordinary people. They don't care what gang they join, they only rely on the strong. Even if someone is willing to sacrifice their life for the organization, the encirclement and suppression of hostile forces is the end of the world for ordinary members.

Damn you, you bunch of traitors! Diablo's anger gradually reached its peak. His glory was tarnished, and the empire ruled by the emperor was falling apart bit by bit.

Unlike the original, where Giorno's rise to power was incredibly swift, and while the organization's top brass was damaged, its structure and personnel remained largely intact, leaving the lower-level gangs largely unaware. This time, however, things had dragged on for far too long, with numerous Stand battles taking place in public view. Rumors of Passion's inability to control the situation were becoming increasingly true. Every fly that smelled a sweet treat would transform into a hungry wolf at the first bite. Furthermore, Jotaro and Koichi were rushing the second-tier Stand users, second only to the Assassination and Guardian teams, to the hospital one by one. If it weren't for the boss's immense power, Passion would have long since ceased to exist.

At the same time, the troublemaker Jotaro was more than 40 kilometers away from the Colosseum.

In a flash, Diablo thought a lot. Even if he killed the traitor in front of him, the situation would be irreversible. Polpo in prison committed suicide inexplicably. He no longer had the [arrows] to create more substitutes, and the old woman who bought the [arrows] had not sent any news to him.

He had an idea. He wanted to chop off the traitor's head and hang it in the most conspicuous place in Italy, letting everyone watch it slowly rot!

Krieg waved the fishing rod with the fishing line wrapped around it, which looked similar to a long-handled weapon. The weakness of [Crimson King] was not the time-reduced CD. This ability to kill an enemy with one blow if the opportunity was right could not be considered a weakness when facing an enemy. The real weakness of [Crimson King] was its range!

Whether it's Diablo or the Crimson King, if they want to kill me they have to get close to me, so the key is to keep the distance and then consume the enemy.

The growth potential of [Beach Boy] is A. With Krieg's will and use, the range and speed have doubled compared to the original version. The fishhook no longer feels any obstruction when passing through obstacles. At the same time, because the fishhook has its own radar scan, Krieg does not need to watch Diablo retreat, he just needs to turn around and run. Diablo can't ignore the fishhook. Even if he gives up his dignity and picks up something from the ground and throws it at him, the fishhook's detection will find something wrong.

So how did Bucciarati defeat Bessi?

While complaining about the use of Bessie, Krieg nimbly jumped from the rocks. It should have been a life-or-death moment, but in reality, Krieg, who was being hunted, liked this feeling instead. Playing with powerful enemies on the edge of a knife made him feel that life was extremely real. Is it blood or dopamine flowing in his veins? Is it the nerve signals indicating pain or abundant endorphins coming from the wound?

Krieg didn't know, but with every step he took, Diablo's face twisted a little more. Even the Scarlet King's already distorted expression exceeded the limit of imagination, and his entire face seemed to have shrunk into a ball.

"Are you a special worker from the nightclub? Heavy makeup and fishnet clothes? Damn, I didn't realize that you are really good-looking, Shabby." Krieg continued to taunt. Diablo finally couldn't stand the taunting. He roared and pounced on him, but he slipped and lost his balance. He hurriedly adjusted his body, but Krieg had already seized the opportunity and stabbed the fishhook towards Diablo's head which he could not protect.

I want to thank Bucciarati. In church he taught me how to reveal my weaknesses appropriately to lure the enemy into attacking.

Of course Diablo would not make a mistake. He would not fall when his body was intact, not to mention that he was now missing the weight of one hand. Balance had always been his biggest concern. He deliberately tricked Krieg, and with only one hand he had to take some risks.

Now the fishhook can only be aimed at my head. My [Scarlet King] can definitely catch the fishhook in his hand. Let me see what you can use to fight me without the fishhook!

The Red King raised his arm and grabbed for the fishhook. As long as I grab the fishhook, I win!

Just as his palm had already wrapped around the fishhook and he only needed to close it to complete the job, the fishhook suddenly accelerated. The Crimson King only grasped the fishing line at the tail of the fishhook, and the hook had already pierced his nose.

"[Crimson King]!"

Time cutting starts!

Krieg, who had regained consciousness, looked at Diablo. The Italian seductive and poisonous woman was no longer seductive. Half of his nose was missing, with only the last part still hanging on his face. Clear liquid mixed with blood flowed out. It didn't look like snot, but more like cerebrospinal fluid.

"Are you really stupid? This method of selling flaws when falling was my idea. How could I fall for your trick? Did you pay me for plagiarizing my idea?" Krieg retracted the hook. He had been keeping the speed of [Beach Boy] just to trick Diablo, but unfortunately there was no solution to the time reduction.

It was just a pity for Krieg, but Diablo was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.

Chapter 64: The Magical Use of Melancholic Blues

bang.

Bucciarati was knocked away by a punch from the metal stand in front of him, and Giorno, who wanted to rescue him, was also thrown out by a huge force and crashed into the wall.

"You are not allowed to pass through here! Traitors will be sentenced to death by the organization!" The Stand User affiliated with the organization issued a declaration. As a melee wearable Stand, the Metal Stand is similar to the [Oasis], but it focuses more on defense. This rogue Stand ability makes Bucciarati and his crew helpless.

Bang, bang, bang! Mista fired three more shots. The little people cheered and flew out, adjusting the trajectory of the bullets in mid-air to hit the metal stand's eyes. However, the stand simply closed its eyelids. Although the stand was only an image produced by mental energy, there was indeed a sound of hitting metal when the bullets hit the metal stand. "It's useless. My [Scavenger] can't penetrate even a submachine gun."

The assassin sent by the organization opened his eyes and gave Mista a sinister grin. "It still hurts, so how do you want to die?"

Mista raised his pistol again, aligning his shoulder with the crosshairs, and fired all the remaining bullets, but sadly, they still had no effect. "It's useless, it's useless, it's useless! As long as my Scavenger doesn't move, your bullets have no effect on me!"

"You just said you can't move? If you move, you'll lose this defense?" Mista reloaded. "Then the next bullet will be your death!"

"Do you think I will listen to you?"

As the bullet was fired, Mista yelled at Apache, "Apache, use your Melancholy Blues!"

"it is good!"

[Melancholic Blues] stood up from the ground and quickly returned to the scene. When the Iron Stand closed his eyes, Mista's bullets had already hit him. All of them were bounced off by the cold metal eyelids. A total of six bullets all missed. Just when the killer felt that there was nothing to do and wanted to fight back, his vision was filled with bullets.

The high-speed bullet shattered his eyes, and then he changed back to the appearance of [Melancholic Blues], just in time to insert his fingers into the killer's brain. The steel stand shook a few times, revealing the tightly protected body. Bucciarati seized the opportunity and rushed forward to do Ali, tearing the killer into several pieces.

"It's so beautiful, Abbazi. I didn't expect your [Melancholic Blues] to be so useful." Mista excitedly pounded his hand, and Giorno also crawled out of the collapsed rubble.

"I didn't expect that either." A smile appeared on Apache's face. "It's a pity that it can only be used in a fixed position. But even so, I can fight with you. Hiding in a turtle is not my style."

"Yeah, yeah, it's a shame we can't copy abilities, otherwise our chances of winning would be pretty good," Mista nodded, still marveling at Apache's abilities.

On their way to the boss, they carefully analyzed his abilities and sought ways to counter him, until they returned to the church to copy his fingerprint. During the restoration process, the boss's fingerprint had been destroyed by the ice wall's extreme cold, forcing [Melancholy Blues] to rewind. Mista was standing by the pillar when the boss's image passed by him. Curious, Mista tried to touch [Melancholy Blues], but was unexpectedly knocked down by the boss's image with a punch.

[Melancholic Blues] was able to restore the power in the image when restoring the image. Although it could not be restored due to time deletion, the power of [Scarlet King] was indeed restored. If the punch that Mista received was not just an unintentional action of the boss, he would have to trouble Giorno to treat the broken bones.

Everyone suddenly had an idea and realized it. As long as someone took action first, [Melancholy Blues] could recreate the scene in the same place. In other words, during a decisive battle with the boss, they could let the boss throw a full-strength punch, then have Giorno treat the injured, while another person led the boss back to the spot where the punch was just thrown, allowing [Melancholy Blues] to throw the same punch.

If the boss's prediction could be deceived, then everyone would know that [Melancholy Blues] was just a supporting stand. The boss also knew this information and wouldn't be wary of [Melancholy Blues'] attack, which would definitely deal a heavy blow to the boss. If the boss had predicted this, then someone who looked exactly like him would at least stun him for a moment, either forcing the boss to move or seizing a split second to attack him.

"Alright, now that we're sure this method works, let's not waste time," Bucciarati stopped everyone from talking. Giorno had already started the car. "Our target is the Colosseum. Krieger is still inside trying to stop the boss. We have to go help him!"

At this time, Krieg was in crisis.

Diablo, who was already a little frantic, used the destructive power of the [Crimson King] to wantonly flatten the surrounding buildings. Krieg himself could use the stone pillars of the Colosseum to move, and the fishing line was very fast anyway, but after Diablo started using Time Slash to speed up the journey, it seemed not fast enough, especially after Diablo had already seen that Krieg's advantage was mobility, so after using Time Slash to get close to him, he did not attack him, but instead started attacking the buildings.

There are fewer and fewer places to move. Every time Krieg wants to escape from the building, Diablo will follow him like a shadow. As long as Diablo stands in his path, Krieg has to change his position to break through.

I can't go left, there's an empty road over there, no buildings for me to move to. I can't go right either, Polnareff is still inside, he's unconscious, and I can't let Diablo find him. The building behind me has been flattened, and Diablo is blocking the way ahead.

Krieg originally wanted to use the terrain of the Colosseum to buy time, but he didn't expect that the Crimson King here was unreasonable and directly changed the terrain into flat ground.

The gravel was thrown by the Red King, and Krieg could only dodge. Although the speed of [Beach Boy] was comparable to that of [Crimson King], the strength was still far from enough. Although Krieg also wanted to take the initiative to attack, the boss used the Red King's feet to destroy the buildings. The Red King's hands were always cooperating with the prophecy to guard against the fish hook, and Krieg had no good way to deal with it for a while.

I can't wait any longer. If this goes on, I'll be in danger. Krieg estimated Diablo's physical exhaustion and knew he would be caught before he ran out of energy.

Since my plan to keep the distance has failed, I will defeat you in a fair fight at close range!

Krieg gritted his teeth and rushed towards Diablo.

P.S.: I'm going to be in the recommendation queue tomorrow, so nervous. Please vote.

Chapter 65 Come Up

The famous Italian fighter Sir Zeppeli once said, "The greatness of mankind lies in the courage to face danger and fear."

And Diablo is now synonymous with danger and fear.

Getting close is seeking death, turning around and running away is waiting for death. When the two outcomes are not much different, Krieg chose to seek death. Since the difficulty of the battle has reached the maximum, it is more glorious to have a cut on the chest than a cut on the back.

The Rolling Stones have already planned everyone's destiny, but I don't belong here. I will prove soon that I will surpass my own destiny!

The fishing line was wrapped around Diablo. As long as he chose to grab the line, Krieg would use the line's expansion and contraction to attack the side of his body without his left hand. If Diablo chose to attack his main body, Krieg would use the line to perform various moves that would piss Newton off to avoid the heavy blow, ignoring the Crimson King's less powerful attacks and trying to exchange blood with Diablo. Every time this happened, Diablo would dodge.

Diablo's combat experience is far greater than Krieg's. He knows that he will be the one who suffers if the blood is exchanged now. As long as the traitor in front of him is still alive, Giorno can rescue him, and he will have to face the siege of the entire traitor group. The longer the time drags on, the smaller the advantage he will have.

Theoretically, whether it's [Crimson King] or [Beach Boy], if they seize a single opportunity, both can instantly defeat the other. Just as the threat Time Cut poses to Krieg, the astonishing speed of Fishhook's growth will be just as damaging to Diablo. After all, [Crimson King] is a humanoid stand, unable to cover many angles, while Fishhook has no such drawbacks. Its excellent elasticity means that no matter how it's attacked, the damage won't be reflected back to Krieg's body. Instead, Fishhook can use the rebound to strike from even more surprising angles.

Diablo had tried to drive the fishhook into the ground, but the lingering fishhook passed through where his feet were standing. If it weren't for the [Epitaph], his feet would have been lost.

Diablo can predict the future, and the Beach Boys can serve as a radar for instant feedback. The two of them clearly want to skin each other alive, but the battle scene is as gentle as dancing. Even Diablo, who can predict the future, is only cautiously testing the waters.

The future is a fait accompli; we are merely completing the process. Diablo firmly believes this; he only needs to choose the outcome that leads to his victory. This betrayal must be a test for me. I will overcome my immaturity and continue to be my emperor!

"【Crimson King】, cut time!" Diablo finally found Krieg's weakness. If it continues like this, the battle will only become a test of physical strength. He has seen Krieg's position from the prophecy, and this time he will not fail!

As time passed, Diablo avoided the stabbing fishhook and slowly walked to the side of Krieg, where the fishhook was farthest away from him. Every time he launched an attack, the future result would change, but Diablo had a better way.

He gave up the idea of ​​a direct attack and took advantage of the time leap to pick up Psycho's broken arm from the ground and put it on Krieg's path. As long as time recovered, he would step on it and lose his balance, and then I would take his life!

Diablo understood that no matter how smart Krieg was, he could only predict my attack, but I would not attack. Now I want to see how you can sense the danger!

Time to recover!

Just as Diablo thought, Krieg didn't notice the obstacle under his feet and fell straight down. He did not forget to keep his eyes open while falling. The fishhook also lost its target while returning rapidly, and it was actually stabbing the sky.

I'll see how you dodge this time! The Crimson King raised his arm and stabbed downwards. Diablo could already feel the sensation of his flesh being pierced!

"I said, the emperor is me, Diablo!"

At this moment, [Epitaph] was suddenly activated, and Diablo actually saw the scene of his arm being pierced. He was shocked, but the time cut was still cooling down, and the scene presented in the prophecy would inevitably appear.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Diablo roared in pain as the fishhook pierced through the half of his arm. In order to prevent the hook from piercing his heart, he had to cut off his entire left arm, which had lost its palm.

He wasn't piercing the traitor's body; he was piercing Psycho's! As the hook was moving underground, he had actually impaled Psycho's body on the fishing line. It was piercing the sky because the source of the line was in his palm. This guy was just pulling Psycho's body behind him as a scapegoat!

"Damn rat!" Diablo roared madly, and the Crimson King hammered the ground with his right hand continuously. The originally overgrown ground was almost overturned by the Crimson King!

"Yes, yes, you're the emperor. I didn't expect you to mess with Psycho, too. Perverts are truly unpopular." Krieg took advantage of this opportunity to run outside. As long as he could get out of the arena, Popo and Arrow would be safe. The numerous buildings outside, even the three-story structure of the Colosseum itself, would be beneficial to him. If Diablo had the guts to switch from demolishing pillars to demolishing buildings, what would Time Cut do? As long as I ran in a straight line, I wouldn't fall. Can you really run faster than me?!

"Who wants to fight you? This is my escape route! Diablo!"

Why does this sound familiar to me?

Krieg skillfully climbed over the obstacles. This might be the fastest day he ran in the first half of his life. The fishing line had crossed the street and turned into a solid object, pulling Krieg to run. It seemed to be the influence of the "Psychologist". There were only scattered reporters around and the road had been blocked.

"If you dare, Diablo, keep chasing me. I'm not the one bleeding anyway," Krieg thought maliciously. As expected, Diablo chased him. Krieg deliberately slowed down and waited for him, then sped up again once Diablo closed the distance between them.

Seeing that the face of the seductive vicious woman had turned into a pale vicious woman, Krieg finally stopped. Under the boss's resentful gaze, Krieg used the fishing line to rise to the second floor of the Colosseum and looked down at him condescendingly.

"Boss, come up here! If you have the guts, tear down the outermost stone pillars too!"

In front of Diablo and the Crimson King, Krieg swung his fishing hook and slowly pulled out his phone from his pocket. "Hello, is that Bucciarati? The boss is in the Colosseum, come and save me! Are you pigeons too?! Why haven't you come yet? If you don't come soon, I'll kill him alone!"

Chapter 66 There is Really No Requiem

"We're almost there, just one block away. The news reported over ten minutes ago that a major accident occurred near the Colosseum. It's very likely that all the Stand users who knew about it are rushing towards you. I don't know how many enemies there are," Bucciarati's voice came over the phone. The noisy background noise during the drive irritated Krieg's ears. "Be careful of Diablo's attacks. Don't forget, he's the boss of the organization. We don't know how many guards he has."

"I think he should be more wary of me. Since Diablo is so pathologically intent on hiding himself, he definitely doesn't have many guards," Krieg said, flipping through the main quests. After confirming the one-on-one request was truly gone, he continued, "I've weakened Diablo considerably, but I don't want to face an angry Diablo. He's about to tear the Colosseum apart. You'd better come quickly."

Tear it all down? Bucciarati, who was using the hands-free mode, exchanged glances with Giorno, who was sitting next to him.

Krieg was about to continue giving instructions, but a strange feeling came over him, and Shi Ke was activated again. After the trance subsided, Krieg immediately looked down and saw that Diablo's figure had disappeared from the main gate of the Colosseum.

Bucciarati asked, "I feel Tokichi, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. My Beach Boy can't sense the boss's presence. He is no longer in the Colosseum." Krieg cast out his fishing rod again without giving up. The hook was stuck in the ground. All the information around him was gathered in his brain, but the sensing signal still showed that there was no one around who could be the one.

"Don't move yet. Just wait where you are. We can already see the Colosseum." Bucciarati raised his head. The majestic figure of the Colosseum appeared at the end of his sight. "Three minutes at most."

"it is good."

At the end of Krieg's vision, there was indeed a car hurtling towards the Colosseum. Waiting was useless, so after hanging up the phone, Krieg controlled the hook to continue moving through the Colosseum, distinguishing the person standing on the ground through the slightest vibration. He also paid special attention to whether there were any children. After all, the person who showed up might not be Diablo, Tobio might also appear. Unfortunately, only one person who was not Diablo appeared in the Colosseum, looking for something. His weight and stride were completely wrong, and Krieg still found no trace of Diablo.

Strange, will the boss run away?

Krieg rubbed his index finger gently. It had come to this point, there was no way Diablo would run away. His name and appearance had been exposed, and the organization had been dragged down. And according to Diablo's morbid personality, he knew that if he ran away, the emperor's self-esteem would be shattered, and he would always be the loser. In the original book, Diablo did not run away when he was at his wit's end. This situation would not happen now.

Just when Krieg was feeling strange, a strange feeling appeared again, and it was another time deletion.

How is that possible? Why did Diablo use Time Cut again?

Krieg hurriedly looked into the distance. He was worried that Diablo was going to attack Bucciarati, but the car that Bucciarati and his party were riding in was intact, everything around was normal, and there were even some curious reporters taking pictures of the Colosseum.

Damn it! Krieg retracted the fishhook close to his body and prepared to jump down to meet up with Bucciarati and his party, but at this moment, the third time cut was launched again!

I... Before Krieg could complain, a familiar tearing sensation came from his abdomen. Krieg's eyes widened in an instant, and the fishhook instinctively hooked the pillar, pulling him away from subsequent harm.

Gulp, the fishy-sweet blood came out of his mouth. Krieg arched his back and turned around as quickly as possible. In his dazed vision, Diablo was standing behind him, his hands stained with his blood.

How is this possible? When did it happen?!

"I see. Your detection is about understanding the detailed characteristics and structure of the hook's piercing prey. It's not the all-encompassing detection I imagined." Diablo's eyes were filled with malice. He shook the blood off his hands, clenched his fists, and slowly approached Krieg. "I've always been puzzled. Since your scans are so accurate, even if I had a prophecy, you would have prioritized escape instead of dragging me along. So that's the flaw in your ability."

"Diabolo, you're so brave!" As Diablo advanced, Krieg covered his wound with one hand and gripped the fishing rod with the other, making the hook fly faster, even as he retreated. Fortunately, Diablo had been tricked so many times by him that he still had some concerns and didn't push him too hard.

"Try? I've long suspected you were confirming my attack by probing the surface, but it was your hesitation that convinced me of this flaw. Why couldn't a Stand, capable of constantly scanning the environment, detect me right behind you? As long as I move during the time leap and remain stationary while time flows, you won't feel a thing unless your hook is lodged in my body. Am I correct?"

Diablo was slowly approaching, and Krieg wanted to retreat, but if he retreated any further he would fall from the second floor, and in his current condition he would lose his balance, and it wouldn't take even a second for the boss to kill him.