We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

"No. 5, Giorno," Bucciarati placed No. 5 on the seat. Even though his body was already broken, he still stood straight. "I have indeed received your will. Now, it's time for me to solve the problem!"

"Language is useful. Humanity has long since perished in the process of communication. You'd better protect your subordinates, officer." Krieg turned over and stood up. Giorno behind him had lost too much blood. Even if the Golden Experience could repair his body, it would not help him for a while. He only needed to delay Bucciarati and let the aging of [Heroic Martyrdom] continue to take effect to win.

"I know you're thinking, 'The intense exercise has accelerated aging, rendering the ice's inhibitory effect ineffective. You haven't realized it yet, you idiot, Bucciarati?'" Bucciarati's words startled Krieger. "Your name is Bessie, right? You're a tough enemy, but look behind you. Your mission has already failed!"

Behind him? Although Krieg was worried about a sneak attack from Bucciarati, he subconsciously glanced over. He saw it, he saw it!

"Brother Prosut!"

Behind Bucciarati, Prosciutto, who was leaning against the wall, had been broken into four or five pieces. The [Steel Chain Fingers] left zippers on his body, and had opened up Prosciutto's body!

"Bessie, if I age, the zipper will disappear, and your brother will never be able to close again. The same will happen if I die." Bucciarati's figure suddenly loomed large in Krieger's eyes, and the pressure made him tremble. "I can carry out the mission and protect my subordinates. It's because I have to do both at the same time that being a cadre is so difficult."

"Are you ready, Bessie?"

His inexperience exposed his weakness. Krieg's breathing became completely disordered, and even the Beach Boys seemed a little ethereal. Even the dumbest person could see that he would definitely not be able to withstand Bucciarati's next attack.

"Glory will be with you... Bessie. Kill him... I'll be here to witness it." Just as Krieg wavered, he heard Prosut's mumbling. He looked up and saw his eldest brother's lips trembling. Prosut couldn't even lift his eyelids, but he seemed to sense his brother's heart. Inexplicably inspired, he used all his strength to utter his final words, which also reflected his final and most authentic portrayal of his life: "[Heroic... Martyrdom]!"

"Brother Prosut!!! Big brother!!!"

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Chapter 12 wryyyyyy, this is my escape route

Even Bucciarati was impressed by the camaraderie and determination between these enemies.

Noble flowers can bloom in dirty soil, but no matter how touching it is, Bucciarati will not let these two people go. Whether it is the aging of "Marriage of a Hero" or the fishing hook of "Beach Boys", the threat to them is too great. As long as one of them survives, even sleeping will become a luxury for them.

Are you looking for death?! Krieg was furious, but the angrier he was, the more sober he became.

There was no other way now. The best outcome would be to kill two people, no, even just one Mista. Giorno's hand wasn't injured, so as long as he was still alive, Mista could be saved. So, was Mista the only option?

Noticing Bucciarati's stern gaze, Krieger felt more sorrow in his heart. He could not bear that someone who cared about him died for him. Even if he survived by chance, he would be tormented by this incident for the rest of his life.

Krieg tried his best but could only think that perhaps the Killing Wall of Korix could still be a hope of saving his life. However, even though the desire to survive was desperately telling him to leave, humans were ultimately pitiful creatures affected by emotions.

Krieg relaxed his body. He didn't plan to leave. He wanted to end everything here now!

On the day of going out to teach, it is an honor to die, and a disgrace to live!

die? born?

What did Krieger think of? What did he think of?

"Brother," Krieg wiped the liquid from his eyes. He wasn't crying, just that there was sand in his eyes. "You're wrong. The greatest sacrifice among companions is death, but victory is the greatest contribution."

Out of respect, Bucciarati did not interrupt Krieg's farewell. He knew very well that Prosciutto would not live for more than a few minutes, and Bessi's farewell would only make his victory easier. Moreover, the enemy's expression and eyes now showed that he had been struggling in the Shura Field for ten years. His eyes were full of sharpness and calmness, and it was impossible to play tricks in front of him.

"Bucciarati," Krieg raised his head proudly, like a poet in song, "I will attack Mista first next."

"I won't let you do this. I'm not the only one losing my strength. If your farewell is over, then the final fight to the death will begin."

"I guess Giorno's [Golden Experience] can heal wounds." Krieg was proud, and giving up his pride would be more painful than death. But what if he wasn't the one dying? Krieg had never thought about this question, but right in front of Prosciutto, Krieg knew the answer. "This is your support. As long as Giorno is alive, he, you, and Mista will be fine. But if Mista is completely dead, can Giorno be saved?"

Bucciarati noticed something was wrong. He lowered his head and found that Mista's blood was almost drained!

This is?

Chapter 13! Did the attack on No. 5 worsen Mista's injuries?!

"Bucciarati, you miscalculated one thing. I was indeed delaying time, and that's because Mista's injuries were more serious! Among No. 1 to No. 7, only this one has not aged. This stand is Mista's last spirit. The one who was severely injured is No. 5, who is the last straw that broke the camel's back!" Krieg's brain was spinning rapidly, and the depletion of blood sugar made his vision become dim, but he had to complete a Jedi comeback. He not only had to survive himself, but also let Proshyut survive!

"you"

"Stop! Bucciarati!" Krieg's shouting did not stop Bucciarati, but the fishhook that had just landed was right next to Mista according to Krieg's calculations, and it was deliberately and arrogantly passing through Mista's heart. Bucciarati had to stop!

"Huh", seeing Bucciarati stop, Krieg secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he expected, Bucciarati could accept sacrificing himself for others, but would never let his teammates die before him.

"Bucciarati, look at me, face me!

Krieger was about to make a big gamble, and under Bucciarati's nervous gaze, he let go of the fishing rod, and "Beach Boys" was actually cancelled!

"I surrender," Krieg said calmly. "I can die here, but Big Brother can't. I spared Mista, one for one. I believe that with your renowned noble character, you will spare Big Brother, too."

What? Bucciarati had never imagined this would happen. How naive was this enemy to actually believe that a mortal enemy would let him go.

But I'm sorry, I have to complete the mission. Bucciarati suppressed his love for talent. Compared with the aging man who died a heroic death, the man who used the fishhook was more dangerous. He could not risk the lives of his companions.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this," Bucciarati suppressed the strangeness in his heart, "You and your companions must die."

"As expected, it doesn't work."

"Sorry, Bessie, I..." Bucciarati tried to take a step forward, but he fell to the ground all of a sudden.

"This, this is!"

"I'm the one who should be apologizing, Bucciarati. I took advantage of your kindness." Krieger raised his wrinkled calf and slowly moved towards Bucciarati. "Big Brother's [Heroic Martyrdom] doesn't have a temperature weakness at all. Big Brother added that himself! Intelligence is the most important thing in a Stand battle. Never be so self-righteous, Bucciarati!"

Krieg raised his right hand and slashed down at him with a hand knife filled with strange power.

"【Steel Chain Fingers】!", Bucciarati's stand was still fast. Even though both of them were aged, before Krieg touched Mista, a zipper appeared on the ground. Krieg wanted to jump forward, but 【Steel Chain Fingers】 directly extended the chain outside the cab. Krieg had no chance to resist. He just turned around and fell directly from the opened ground without even making a sound!

"That was a close call," Bucciarati finally breathed a sigh of relief as Krieger disappeared into the floor. "Huha, Giorno, are you okay?"

Bucciarati helped Mista, who had become a puddle of mud, up and walked towards Giorno, but he found that Giorno was not relaxed at all. Instead, his face was full of solemnity.

"What's wrong?" Bucciarati was stunned. He turned his head to look at the place where Giorno was looking, but found that the Prosciutto that he had divided was gone!

It's the zipper! That enemy, Bessie, jumped up on purpose. He wanted to take Prosciut away, but my zipper gave them a way to escape!

Bucciarati felt that his condition was recovering and the aging double had been eliminated. He rushed to the window like a madman and saw a fishing line stretched outside the train.

"Bucciarati!" Krieg laughed as the fishing line stretched further and further away, still holding the unconscious Prosciutto in his arms. His brother, whose body had been pulled apart, had already fought his way back. "Thank you for your help! By the way, tell Giorno that his Stand ability is truly like magic, but my Beach Boy is his natural enemy! You won't be so lucky next time!"

wryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! "

Based on Krieg's rich movie-watching experience, when it comes to magic vs. tentacles, the tentacles never lose!

ps: Thanks to Gua Jin for the salty fish thrust, and thanks to the blade of humanity's most ancient chaos evil.

This book has not been signed yet, so you don’t need to give me the blade this month, just the monthly ticket will be enough.

Thank you readers for your support.

Chapter 14: Bucciarati is more like the protagonist

"It seems we can't continue to take this train. It's not safe here anymore." Bucciarati took out the broken cell phone from the cab. The parts inside had been soaked into garbage by blood and no information could be obtained.

Giorno barely managed to repair Mista's body and just happened to walk over and hear these words, "Yeah, there's no way they didn't contact their companions."

"Hmm," Bucciarati said, turning his head. Mista leaned back in his chair and waved his hand to show he was fine. Knowing Mista's amazing healing ability, Bucciarati felt relieved and continued, "They've probably told everyone about our destination and the turtle. From now on, we have to find another way to get around. Let's get off the car before the enemy catches up."

Giorno looked at the scarred cockpit. The various marks on it showed how brutal the battle had just been. He knew that this matter was not over yet, so he did not delay at all. "Okay, I'll go wake up the others."

Hopefully, everything goes well. Bucciarati watched Giorno limp back and casually threw away his phone. He always felt uneasy about the man using the fishhook. If only it were a companion. Recalling that sharp look, Bucciarati sighed. The boss still had many capable people under him. He hoped that Trish could be handed over smoothly to the boss. This way, his mission would be completed, and the boss would definitely protect his daughter.

By the way, why does Trish always stare at me with strange eyes? The little girl's thinking is really weird.

The train grinded to a halt amidst a thick plume of steam. Instead of using the main door, Bucciarati and his companions pulled open the side wall, leaving the train with Giorno and the turtle in their arms. There was also a small incident: as they stopped, a disheveled conductor pounded on the compartment door. Then, after Mista pulled out his pistol, he ran back in terror.

Bucciarati sighed. Based on the information he heard in the turtle, it seemed that his enemies were not inhumane murderers. It was a pity that as traitors, the boss would not let them survive.

What a shame! Giorno is also rebelling against the boss! All the people I admire are against him! Bucciarati thought about it and realized that even he himself opposed the boss's strategy. If the boss gave up drugs, Giorno would probably still support him. Bucciarati shook his head. He had been in the Passion Organization for a long time. Would the organization really change? Would the boss listen to my opinions? If the boss rejected my request, where would I go from here?

Even with Bucciarati's willpower, he was a little confused. The world was changing too fast. Problems that Bucciarati had never thought about popped up one after another, leaving him no chance to breathe.

"Bucciarati, I'm going to find a car to leave here, you wait here for a while," Giorno interrupted Bucciarati's thoughts. Looking at Giorno's receding figure, Bucciarati fell into deeper confusion.

Don't think that just because you're a gangster, you can do evil things as a matter of course! Bucciarati was a little confused. Was what they did right? Although ordinary people in Italy had become well-behaved under enthusiastic management, he also knew that even the worst organization was better than no organization at all, but was Giorno really any better than his boss?

A wavering will is more dangerous than a physical wound. Bucciarati keenly sensed that his enemy, Bessi, was not only a skilled fighter in physical combat but also a constant target of the enemy's mind, his attacks never ceasing. Even though he knew it was a trap, Bucciarati couldn't stop thinking about it. Giorno was only 15, and he was only 20. What if they were the ones in trouble?

What a formidable enemy! If we weren't hostile, I'd really like to talk to him. What kind of thoughts would someone with those eyes have? What would he do if their positions were reversed? Bucciarati lowered his head. Mista was lying in the tortoise, recovering. Narancia was showing off in front of him. Fugo and Abbazi were reading, and Trish was scolding Narancia.

These are my companions, Bucciarati stood up. They trust me and are willing to fight for me. I cannot let them down! I am not alone. I also have to work hard for my companions. The identity of a cadre is just a starting point. I will let everyone live a happy life!

Thus, the confusion was swept away.

Bucciarati looked at the grass in the distance and said, "Bessie, you have to protect your companions, and I have to protect mine. Next time we meet, I will prove you wrong!"

At 6:43 p.m., Meloni took a shortcut and caught the train.

The time when the train stopped is no longer known. The first person to enter the cab had already discovered a large amount of blood. At the instruction of the train conductor, the Italian police have imposed martial law on the railway line and are searching for the bodies of the victims along the way.

Meloni exposed her waist and dialed the phone in a coquettish posture, "Prosciut and Bessie are missing, and the phone can't be reached. The bloodstains at the scene don't look like there are only two or three people." Meloni looked out from a place far away from the crowd.

"Really?" A voice that sounded irritable came from the phone. "What about Bucciarati and the boss's daughter?"

"He ran away a long time ago."

The irritable voice continued to ask, "Is there any way to track it, Meloni?"

"Of course. Although the two of them were defeated, they left enough clues. I have collected blood." Meloni shook the bottle in his hand. There was some coagulated blood in the bottle, which made him couldn't help but reveal a disgusting smile. "It's Bucciarati's blood."

"My babyface is ready. Now let me see if there's a suitable badass woman who can be the mother of my child."

ps: It’s over, the secret that I am Bucciarati’s chef is exposed.

Thanks to Berserker Jingyi for the blade and monthly ticket, thanks to Dawn Breaker's Dawn Sky, Styx and Endless★Loneliness for the monthly ticket. Today's data is not good, so I will update one more chapter to see the effect. Yes, I am so willful. If the data is not good, I will update more, and if the data is good, I will update more.

After all, I am not a student anymore. After leaving school, I realized how little time I have. I can only guarantee to write more than 4,000 words on weekends, and only about 2,500 words on weekdays.

Well, I will start the reward next month. I will save some manuscripts this month to ensure that I can update them continuously when I am busy.

Chapter 15 How can you wear a fine garment?

It was pitch black.

When Krieg woke up, his first reaction was that he was blind. He was in a panic due to the dizziness caused by hypoglycemia. Finally, under the dim starlight, he realized that it was a false alarm. The strength he had just recovered was exhausted again, and Krieg fell to the grass for the second time.

I'm so hungry and mad. Krieg is waving his arms around like a national treasure, one of those furry black and white creatures.

The protagonists are the protagonists. The original plot clearly only had Bucciarati, but Giorno inexplicably showed up. The son of the world will is too shameless. If it drags on, the protagonists will get into a fight, right?!

Krieg lay undignified in the puddle, relying on the splashing of his arms to stay awake. Being thrown from a high-speed train was impossible to survive, and he had to ensure Prosciut's safety, so he had no choice but to jump overboard as the train passed over the lake. After swimming to shore and pushing Prosciut onto it, Krieg was truly unable to move and fell into a deep sleep on the grass.

It was thrilling. Krieg thought about what had just happened. Besides the fear, he even felt a little nostalgic. Enemies of different sides faced each other for life and death, exhausting their wits and strength, trying to push their limits. This feeling was truly irresistible. Of course, next time, he would have to do it alone.

Oh, Krieg suddenly remembered that his mission was updated when he left the train, but he hadn't checked it yet.

[Goal: Survive the fight with the protagonist's team. Mission completed.]

【Rating: Perfect】

[You received double rewards. The Magic Scroll: Korix's Killing Wall has been upgraded to the Magic Scroll: Ice Wall.]

[Ice Wall: Creates a wall of ice that lasts for six seconds and continues to expand, infinitely slowing down all creatures except the user and causing fatal frostbite.]

There's no escape! No way forward! Divide the battlefield! The harsh white wilderness beckons!

After defeating Korix, the Arsenal Mage, Invoker Karl, learned and refined his magic, making it even more powerful. One day, a young man of distinguished origin threatened to kill a Magister. He quickly realized that declaring war on one Magister was declaring war on the entire Magister community, who unleashed their wrath upon him. The young man chuckled, secretly deciphering the Magisters' spells as he attacked, then shattered their confidence with their own magic.

After the young man single-handedly challenged an entire group of mages, Carl met the newly minted Grand Mage, exchanging knowledge with him, a matter-of-fact revelation. This magic, originally used solely for control, was transformed in the hands of these two masters, giving rise to the feared mage-killer. This unique magic, created by their combined efforts, was given the commonplace name of Ice Wall.

[Currently held items: Ice Wall*1, Human Soul Fragments*3]

"..."

Krieg swung the scroll in his hand. It was a small tube, with brilliant blue flowing on its surface. Looking closely, it formed a line of words. Based on his inexplicable knowledge, Krieg deciphered the meaning of these words, which were probably: "Can the work of a scholar be considered stealing? That is plagiarism."

Is the young man's name Kong Yiji? No, what does this have to do with JoJo? What the hell is this introduction? Are all mages this bad? What's the point of me wanting this scroll? Isn't Jiaqiu's "White Album" also a cool title?!

Speaking of Gacho, is Merloni about to make an appearance? Is this guy going to die of frustration again?

Krieg touched his clothes and found that the parts that were not wet no longer felt so damp.

Come on, what time is it? Where's my phone?! Why isn't my brother awake yet?! Where is this?! Where is the nearest town?!

A few hours later, with the help of a kind passerby, Krieg took Prosciut into the city. By the way, Krieg exchanged Prosciut's brand-name watch for a large sum of money. Judging from the owner's smile when he left, Krieg felt a little bit at a loss.

"Why did you save me! Damn it!" After waking up, Proshut pulled out the infusion tube and questioned Krieg angrily.

"You'll do the same, you've already done it!" Krieg retorted, "Brother, if we stay here, we'll be the only ones to die. The other side has [Golden Experience], and that healing effect is beyond my ability."

"Damn it! I'm not talking about your mission, I'm talking about why you risked your life to save me? Why not just run away?" Prosut was furious and kicked over the trash can, not caring that his brand-name leather shoes were stepping on rotten food. "Bessie, are you a pig? This mama's boy." Prosut was so angry that he wanted to hit Krieg, but when he saw Krieg's bruised face, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He could only stomp on the trash and let the rotten liquid splash onto his trouser legs.

Krieg was suddenly stunned, and the sudden concern made him overwhelmed. Even though they both knew that they cared about each other and the other party cared about themselves, but between men, expressing their feelings was still a bit... awkward.

"Um, big brother..."

"Forget it!" Proshut pushed Krieg away and hurriedly cleaned his trouser legs. "Look at my pants. Don't do this next time!"

Are you a child? I don't know your expression when you bend down, right? You've spoiled Bessie's mama's boyish personality!

Krieg looked up and thought the twinkling stars were really beautiful. He didn't expose Proshut, but just said lightly, "Okay, brother, I want to eat Margherita pizza."