We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

There were footsteps heading towards the second floor, probably from the tourist Krieg had sensed just now. Krieg wanted to remind him, but the pain made him unable to open his mouth. The fading adrenaline brought the pain back to him. Krieg felt like his nerves were turning into branding irons, and half of his body was numb. He couldn't even feel his right half.

Although Diablo's attack did not achieve its maximum effect, Krieg could already touch his spine with the hand covering the wound. If he really fell down, he would probably be dead before Giorno arrived.

"Traitor, are you ready to die?" Diablo raised his knife, his already distorted expression becoming even more exaggerated. "You better hide this time!"

As he chopped it down, the fish hook was sent to his brain. Krieg stared at the knife in his hand. He wanted to seize the last chance. The scenery around him seemed to slow down, even the boss's movements became slow. Krieg could even see the wrinkles on the boss's hands.

"I say," the man who always wears a suit put his hand on Diablo's shoulder. His neatly combed hair shone in the sun, and the golden color had never been so dazzling. "What are you going to do to my Bessie?"

"【Heroic! Martyrdom!】" Proshut read out the substitute's name word for word to his boss.

Chapter 67 Group fight

The [Epitaph] of the [Crimson King] was not as effective anymore. Krieg keenly noticed the changes in Diablo. The range of [Heroic Martyrdom] was extremely long, and it was activated before the big brother came up. The aging of his body also affected the performance of his stand, otherwise Proshut would not be able to get behind the boss.

Direct physical contact with [Heroic Martyrdom] could fully unleash the power of aging. The boss's once robust body bent, and spots unique to old age appeared on his skin. Krieg hesitated for only a moment before shouting directly at Proshut, "Brother, he's the boss. His stand can't withstand it. Get out of there!"

Just leave, not kill him. Krieg knew clearly that it was too dangerous to get close to Diablo, and the range of [Heroic Death] was far enough. As long as he could keep the boss from aging, Krieg could kill him safely after waiting for a while. Bucciarati and the others were about to arrive, so there was no need to take the risk.

The most crucial factor was Tobio's existence. Perhaps, from a scientific perspective, a hormonal personality could explain the boss's size change, but what if it was some kind of metaphysical explanation? What if Diablo realized it and swapped out Tobio? Who knew if this shared body would continue to age? Krieg remembered Diablo's prophecy clearly: as long as the two souls remained together, Diablo would not be defeated.

"Brother, come to my side," Krieg gritted his teeth and endured the pain. As long as he could drag it out, he would definitely win.

Prosut's expression changed unpredictably, but he finally stood beside Krieg. He didn't know what happened here, but he chose to trust his younger brother unconditionally. Prosut had no family left alive, and the assassination team was all his friendship, but Bessie was his only family.

Krieg grabbed the corner of his clothes and said through gritted teeth, "I'll follow behind, go down the outer wall, buy time, we're about to win."

The aging Diablo just watched them quietly, gathering his strength.

"Let's go," Prosut decisively chose to evacuate. Krieg stuck the fishhook on the wall, and Prosut carried him down to the first floor.

"How do I treat you?" When he got to the ground, Proshut's first words were still about his concern for Krieg. The rapid aging effect of [Heroic Martyrdom] was indiscriminate, so Proshut could only choose the boss as his target, and the reporters around him were not affected at all.

"I'm fine, someone who can cure me is here," Krieg forced a smile.

The car carrying Bucciarati and his group stopped in front of the two men, and everyone in the car got out in a swarm. Giorno saw the injured Krieger and immediately squatted down to treat him.

"Where's the boss?"

"Upstairs. He's old, but he still has the strength to do it. Let's go up together when I'm free."

"Okay," Bucciarati agreed immediately. Mista had already pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the second floor. "No. 1, No. 2, go check inside first!"

"Yeah!" The substitute man cheered and disappeared from sight.

When the situation calmed down, Bucciarati and Prosciutto finally saw each other and began to stare at each other. Prosciutto looked at Krieger and then at Bucciarati, his face full of confusion and puzzlement. Bucciarati also remembered what aging meant. In the end, Bucciarati bit the bullet and began to explain to Prosciutto what had happened.

"So the boss is almost beaten to death by you, and I didn't do anything?"

"That's not it, that"

"Prosut."

"Mr. Prosciut, no matter what, our goals are the same. After we kill the boss, we can solve our problems later, okay?"

"We are out for revenge. We have no interest in ruling the organization. We just want money."

"I'm sorry, but Giorno and I rebelled against the boss in the first place to eradicate drugs. I can't agree to this."

"Didn't I make myself clear? We only want money and the boss's head. The boss killed our companion, so we only want his head. We're also after drugs for money. If you can afford the price, then forget about the drugs."

"Then I think you and I will have something in common."

The two gang members reached a consensus.

"Giorno," Krieg felt his wounds gradually disappearing, and finally he was able to speak a complete sentence, "I want to ask, you were the one who treated the boss's injuries, right?"

Giorno's movements froze for a moment.

"Since you treated me, we're even," Krieg stood up and patted Giorno on the shoulder. He just wanted to scare him, but at the moment he stiffened, Krieg found that Giorno was not that annoying, and even had some inexplicable cuteness.

"Let's go, I can't wait." After Giorno's treatment, Krieg felt that his condition was better than ever. He even felt that his spirit surpassed his body because of the excessive life energy.

"No. 1, No. 2."

"The boss is upstairs," the stand-in chattered.

"Brother, just wait here. Your ability determines that the farther you stand, the better. I will bring back victory. Don't worry, nothing will happen to me."

Of course, Proshut would not agree, but under Krieg's strong request, he finally compromised.

"Abbage, Trish, you wait here too. The boss's mobility is too strong, and your [Melancholy Blues] is not suitable for fighting him. Mista, Giorno, you come with me."

"No, I want to go. I want to watch how my father dies!" Trish objected fiercely. "The boss killed my mother, me, and Narancia. I must watch him die in the most tragic way."

Bucciarati and Giorno looked at each other and agreed to Trish's request.

So the six of them walked into the Colosseum, with Proshut as their off-site support.

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, Krieg thought of his boss's appearance, and strange thoughts popped up in his mind.

P.S.: In the last chapter, someone asked why the boss didn't find Prosut. I'll explain it in this chapter. I'll explain this kind of normal question. You can usually see it in the review thread.

There are always people who don't read the original works carefully. I remember the questions about whether the double will be injured if the original character is injured, and whether the blues can affect reality. The first reader was very kind, just not reading carefully. If it is explained clearly, it will be fine. The second reader just didn't read other people's explanations and didn't watch the anime carefully. I deleted the misleading content and pretended it didn't happen.

But there's one person who not only didn't read the original novel carefully, but also acted like a troll and messed with my mentality. So not only was your post deleted, but you were also honored to be the only one banned from my two books. I noticed you didn't even vote for a recommendation within seven days, so you're not wronged, are you?

Chapter 68 Hide and Seek

It’s exciting to think about seven Stand users beating up the boss.

This time, Krieg didn't have to approach the boss cautiously; instead, it was the boss who had to be cautious. Since then, no Time Cut had been activated, so it was certain that the boss was hiding in the Colosseum, and [Beach Boy] could detect him.

The hook sunk into the ground, every tiny vibration unable to escape Krieg's perception, but the boss disappeared as if into thin air, his presence completely undetectable. Besides being unable to sense him in the time lapse, there was only one possibility: the boss was waiting motionless in that corner, waiting for someone to take the bait.

Krieg was responsible for monitoring the ground, Mista was responsible for monitoring the sky, and the stand-ins sat on bullets and scanned every place, but found nothing.

Everyone spontaneously protected Giorno. Even if the boss suddenly stabbed his heart, as long as Giorno was fine, no one here would be in any danger of life. While everyone was searching inch by inch, Krieg picked up the [arrow].

"Girono," Krieg bumped Giorno's shoulder, "look at this."

Giorno looked at his palm and was also shocked. He joined [Passion] because he passed Polpo's test. Of course he knew what this thing was. "Is this [Arrow]? Where did you find it?"

"Do you remember the mysterious man?" Krieg stuffed the arrow into Giorno's hand. "He said this insect arrow can trigger a miracle, which is the second evolution of the Stand. Although Diablo's Stand is very powerful, I believe your Stand will be even stronger after it evolves."

"No," Giorno put the arrow back, "This is something that person entrusted to you, keep it for yourself. I believe you can use it yourself, you don't have to give it to me."

What are you being humble about now???

Krieg held his breath, but swallowed it back when he realized he was the only one who knew the plot. "It's different. My [Beach Boy] is just an ordinary stand, but your [Golden Experience] is at least in human form, right? Take it. No matter what happens, you'll be the last to die. We will protect you just as you will heal us, so it's best for you to take it."

When saying that the Beach Boys were just ordinary stand-ins, Bucciarati turned his head awkwardly.

Seeing Giorno wavering, Krieg took the opportunity to stuff the arrow into his pocket and said, "Think about it, what if Diavolo accidentally takes it away?"

Giorno was finally convinced, "Okay, then I'll take it, but I won't use it unless it's a critical moment. We will win this battle with our own strength."

"No problem," Krieg breathed a sigh of relief. Now everything was really stable. Even if something went wrong, Golden Experience Requiem would take care of it.

Krieg began to concentrate on sensing, but the fishhook did not send any meaningful information. Diablo's life breath seemed to have disappeared, but Polnareff's life breath was very stable. He probably hadn't had a good sleep for a long time.

"Still haven't found it?" After searching around the Colosseum, Bucciarati became anxious. "Mistad, Krieg, don't you have any clues?"

"No," "Me neither," Krieg and Mista answered in unison.

"Could it be that Diablo has a turtle in his hand, or an animal stand similar to a turtle?" Giorno thought of a possibility, but it was denied by Krieg the next second. Diablo has nothing but clothes on, so this possibility is too small.

"No matter what, let's stand closer. Since the boss can still attack from time to time, we have to be careful of his sudden attack." Although Bucciarati was anxious, his mind was still spinning. The closer he got to the end of the level, the more careful he had to be.

No, it wasn't just Bucciarati who was anxious; Krieger was also. According to the effect of a heroic death, the boss should be dying of old age, but even if he did die of old age, there would always be a sound when he fell.

Diablo is planning something. If it drags on any longer, I can win without doing anything.

Is he planning to launch a surprise attack on Apache or Prosut?

Maybe the boss is using [Epitaph] to avoid my detection, which would explain why he is motionless. As long as there is no fragment in the prophecy that shows him being discovered by me, Diablo only needs to stay quiet.

But [Heroic Martyrdom] has been activated for so long, how much of the boss's prophecy is left?

"Hot girl!" Trish suddenly called out the stand-in's name, and half of the pillar that was still stubbornly pointing the way suddenly melted and turned into a pool of mud.

"I get it. If we can't find Diablo, I'm going to turn all the buildings here into chewed gum!"

This Colosseum is really unlucky. Krieg quickly stopped Trish's behavior. The reporters were still outside reporting the news of the coma, and then there was a big news here saying that the Colosseum was broken. I'm afraid no one except the reporters can enter here.

"I don't know where Diablo is, but it's possible that he's motionless. If he wants to avoid detection by the hook, his posture must be very relaxed."

"I think so," Giorno confirmed Krieg's inference. "Since the underground detection can't detect him, and the stand-ins in the sky can't see him, it means he's not on the first floor where the sight is the best. So, is he on the second floor or the highest floor?"

"It can't be the third floor," Krieg agreed with Runo's reasoning. "The third floor is really too empty. Even without Mista's double, you can tell with the naked eye whether there is anyone there."

Only the second floor remains.

"We just looked at the second floor," Bucciarati interrupted their reasoning, "there's nothing there."

"No, it's the ceiling!"

Krieg thought of the boss's hiding place. "The ceiling, the second-floor ceiling. Mista's stand is invisible. Compared to a building, the shaking caused by the boss is negligible. He can only be on the ceiling!"

As soon as Krieg finished speaking, the feeling of time cutting came again!

"There are so many reports over there, and the number of victims is still rising," Kang Yi listened to the radio to confirm that he was on the right track.

"He's a very powerful Stand user," Jotaro responded to him, "Hold on tight, we're going to the city next, and I'll have to stop at any time."

"Okay," Koichi quickly fastened his seat belt.

At this moment, a strange feeling attacked the two of them. Koichi had no idea what was happening, while Jotaro had a serious face and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

There are only ten kilometers left before Jotaro arrives.

Chapter 69 Underground

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Krieg swayed a few times on the spot. The pitch-black vision forced him to open his eyes as wide as possible. He backed away and held onto the wall before he could barely stand up straight.

After Shi Chuang passed by, Diablo actually threw a wall over!

That was a wall that collapsed when Diablo was demolishing a building during the chase. By the time Shi Ke's trance disappeared, the wall had already hit their faces. Except for Bucciarati and Trish who used their stand ability to avoid the attack, the rest of them were knocked down.

Krieg gasped, every part of his body was in pain, and he didn't know where the boss had run off to after being shaved off.

Diablo has gone crazy. Krieg is well aware of this. Strenuous exercise in an aging condition will only make one age faster. Diablo does not intend to kill them one by one. He wants to fight to the death.

The [Scarlet King] who has both strength and speed is going to fight desperately, maybe everyone will be killed here. Krieg wants Giorno to insert the [Arrow], but the next time the time cut comes again!

This time, before he regained consciousness, Krieg felt that his bones must have broken. Diablo was standing in the center, and he threw the pillar in his hand to the ground.

"This is a [test]. You really are haunting me. But I know that as long as I pass this test, I will find happiness in your misfortune." Diablo and Tobio's voices exchanged back and forth in a short sentence. The thing that Krieg least wanted to happen still happened. When the two personalities sharing the same body switched with each other, the already aged body would return to normal at the time of the switch, and then age again.

I said that the huge difference in size between Tobio and Diablo was metaphysical. Krieg spat out the blood in his mouth. This was the final decisive battle. Before his consciousness issued an order, the fishing rod had already been swung up.

Bucciarati's movements were faster than his. The unharmed Bucciarati had already rushed to Diablo, and his steel chain fingers were close to the boss's head. However, at this moment, the [Epitaph] had recovered its effect, and Bucciarati's attack was doomed to fail. If the steel chain fingers had not pulled open his abdomen at the last moment, Bucciarati would probably have been broken into two.

"Beware of Diablo's prophecy, Bucciarati, cooperate with me!" Between the whistling bullets, Krieg grabbed Bucciarati. While continuing this way could certainly wear down Diablo, they would definitely lose more men. They couldn't fight like this. Turning around and running now would be foolish. The switching between Tobio and Diablo's personalities would cause unbearable headaches. If they ran, Diablo could easily use the time to find his eldest brother first. Then they would face a Red King without the extra energy to expend. They had to deal with him here.

Diablo is different from Tobio. Tobio can only use one hand of the Red King and [Epitaph], but Tobio is more intelligent in battle, while Diablo has almost invincible time reduction.

"Your fishhook can pierce the body, right? I'll attract the boss's attention, and you can use the fishhook to pierce me and attack him." Bucciarati came up with a plan. "I'll pull the zipper from the ground and get close to him, and you'll take the opportunity to stab him."

"It's useless," Krieg said, watching Mista being knocked out. Two of his Stand figures were crushed mid-air. Trish was using words to delay Diablo's actions, and he was even more anxious. "As long as the prophecy exists, attacks will have no effect on him unless we can create an environment where Diablo is forced to take the attack."

"You're not a melee stand-in. Only I can do this! I want to take care of the boss myself. I'll do this. Trust me, we can do it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bucciarati rushed out again.

Trish looked at Diablo with a complex and sorrowful expression. The excruciating pain in her body made it impossible for her to concentrate on using her abilities, but Diablo didn't react. He pinched Trish's neck and pulled the girl off the ground. The Red King was still pinching [Hot Girl]'s neck. [Hot Girl] used all her strength to pry the Red King's hands away, but the Red King remained motionless. "So you're a Stand user too? My bloodline is quite useful, isn't it?" Diablo's expression grew increasingly sinister. "My dear daughter, it's because of you that I've ended up like this. Why can't you just die peacefully?"

If it weren't for Trish, I wouldn't have arranged for Bucciarati to be the guard. If I didn't have this daughter, the traitors in the assassination team wouldn't have the courage to betray me. It's all because of you, my daughter.

Diavolo's hand gradually tightened, and Giorno created vines to wrap around Diavolo's arm. The vines were originally as thick as fingers and were strong enough, but Diavolo tore the vines to pieces with a single pull, grabbed Trish and smashed them towards Giorno.

The ground suddenly opened up. Diablo had predicted this, but Bucciarati used his steel chain fingers regardless of his physical strength, and half of the ground in the Colosseum was opened up. This made Bucciarati's face turn pale.

In order to save energy, Diablo did not activate the time cut. He just fell down and the zipper closed quickly.

"Let Diavolo and Bucciarati handle it, you hurry up and heal them." Krieg shouted at Giorno, then lay flat on the ground, feeling all the information coming from the fishhook.

Giorno knew that Bucciarati was in danger, but he decided to trust Bucciarati and Krieg unconditionally. Holding his ribs broken by Trish, Giorno began to heal Trish and Mista.

Bucciarati is running away, the boss is chasing him, and Diablo's time cut is on cooldown again.

All the information about the underground was in Krieg's mind. The fishhook pierced Bucciarati's palm and hid in it. Diablo was not Psycho; he didn't have the ability to dissolve the earth like Oasis, but Bucciarati didn't dare close the zipper. If Diablo realized there was no way out, he would definitely choose to return to the surface, and his companions on the surface would be in danger.

He knew full well that if given the chance, Diablo would prioritize killing him, but if he showed any signs of being a threat, Diablo would immediately turn and kill the others. Krieg and Mista's Stands could be dodged with a time slash, and their attacks were mostly point-attack. Giorno lacked direct attack abilities, and Trish had no combat experience and would be outmatched by Diablo in close combat. Diablo saw only himself and his [Steel Chain Fingers] as a real threat!

I will bring victory back. Here underground is where you, Diablo, are buried!