We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

At worst, I can wait until my own business is finished and let the Qiao family's God of War clean up the mess.

To help or not to help, he has to make a choice now.

"This is my parting gift for you. You're almost on your way, so I'll tell you something," the Crimson King's green eyes bulged, and his mind-polluting Stand whispered in Bucciarati's ear, his hands already poised to strike. "What you just witnessed and touched was your future self. The you of a few seconds ago saw your future self a few seconds from now. This is my power, the Crimson King! It can erase time..."

"Ah," a sudden sigh interrupted Diablo's famous line. Krieg couldn't help but say, "Even though I won't suffer any loss if I just turn around and run, wouldn't that mean I won't achieve my purpose for coming here?"

Diavolo immediately pulled away, his perverse desire to hide himself from the others. Even after Bucciarati's back had been sliced ​​open by his knife, he still withdrew. Bucciarati recovered and leaned weakly against the pillar. Although bleeding profusely, the wound was not life-threatening in the short term.

"It's you?" Bucciarati opened two zippers at the wound and put the outermost zippers together. Krieg was very envious of this quick emergency treatment method, because his wound had not yet healed.

Although I really want to try a sneak attack, as long as the [Inscription] keeps predicting, all sneak attacks can only be regarded as fair and square attacks, and there is a possibility that the [Crimson King] will seize the opportunity to kill me instantly. For the boss's stand, piercing through a human body and cutting butter with a hot knife are equally difficult tasks, which means it is easy.

"What else?" Krieg tilted his neck to relax his back, which had been stiff from squatting. "Since we're here, I'll be very troubled if you leave unscathed, boss." A smile filled with excitement and restlessness blossomed on Krieg's face. His muscles pulled the injured part, and soaking in the water made his wound open a little. A streak of blood dripped down his chin onto his shirt, staining it. "Hello, boss. For the sake of my mission, I sincerely hope that you don't die here!"

[Contacted the main target: Diablo/[King Crimson]]

You got the final reward.

You have obtained the Mercury Totem: Human.

[Mercury Totem: Light the silver lamp to transform any regular creature or low-level supernatural life (including humans themselves) into a human totem. It will take on a normal human appearance and cling to the skin, covering the possessed creature with totem light. It also provides resistance to various injuries and abnormal conditions. Silver can also be used to repair the totem. If it transforms itself, it will lose vital parts, but other effects remain unchanged.

We refuse to acknowledge human experimentation; it was an accidental discovery. — Keweitan Empire]

[Currently Held Items: Magic Scroll: Ice Wall*1, Human Soul Fragments*3, Mercury Totem: Human]

It was a useless skill. Krieg was very satisfied with the human body and he hated the existence of possession. This skill was completely redundant for him.

"You're that famous loser, aren't you? What's your name?" Diablo retreated back into the shadows, deliberately concealing his appearance. Even at this moment, he refused to show his face. "It doesn't matter. You're going to die anyway. Anyone who sees my true face will die too."

Since he wasn't expecting a reward anyway, Krieg retracted his unrealistic thoughts. The Red King's abilities were indeed a bit unfair, but not to the point of being unbeatable. "Whatever, but don't you watch your back?"

From Krieg's perspective, Jiaqiu had already condensed a large ice column and smashed it down on the boss's head!

"Boss, go to hell! For all of us, go to hell!!!"

Then the strange feeling came again.

"It's useless," Diablo changed a pillar and shouted while standing in the darkest place. Gachu's ice pillar smashed to the ground, and Krieg's hook extending along the floor was also avoided. He found that the ice in his left hand melted abnormally fast, but his brain had no memory of it.

There is no activation action at all after the time is cut, which is interesting. Even if the duration of [Crimson King] is short and the activation interval has a short CD, it is really impossible to hurt him without a large-scale AOE. And with Jiaqiu's ice-making speed, even if we don't consider the situation where the Bone Hall will always remain dry and teammates are accidentally injured, as long as Jiaqiu doesn't give up moving, [White Album] will not be able to block the boss's chest-piercing attack.

Fortunately, this is the Ossuary. Although it is empty, it is just an underground building. Not only Krieg and his men are trapped here, but also the boss himself!

Chapter 31 Don't underestimate the future

"I'm so angry, why did you hide over there, you coward? My [White Album] is not afraid of your tricks." Jiaqiu pointed at the boss's position with a distorted expression. He put on his stand again. The temperature around him dropped rapidly, but he had sucked out all the moisture during the attack just now. The ossuary itself is the place where the bodies of clergy are stored. Dryness itself is the top priority for maintaining this place. The temperature created by Jiaqiu is only about minus 100 degrees. Without the critical pressure of 5.043MPa, the oxygen will not be liquefied by him, which means that there is no usable value in the air now.

"Don't get close, hold him!" Krieg hurried to stop Jiaqiu's actions, but Jiaqiu's hot temper meant that once he got angry, he would never listen to anyone's warning. His attack speed was even faster. "Are you kidding me? I'll kill him right now!"

Krieg's warning was completely ignored by Jiaqiu. Even without the ice layer, Jiaqiu rushed straight towards the boss. As long as I can reach him, I win, he thought.

Originally, [White Album] showed an outer armor formed by condensing air, which was hard enough to block bullets, and had ice blades under his feet that could be used for fast sliding, but now he can only rely on his stand itself to fight. The destructive power of [White Album] is mainly reflected in the low temperature. If he really lets him fight with [Scarlet King] in close combat, the Jiaqiu people will be wiped out before the temperature causes any harm. How could the stand armor pierced by the iron sheet possibly block the chest-piercing attack of [Scarlet King].

Krieg couldn't just watch him die, but under the wrapping of the [White Album], the fishhook couldn't enter Gaschu's body. The real trouble was the boss's words. This kind of predicted action, which was like cheating, would 100% happen as long as Diablo himself didn't intervene. Tobio almost tied with the assassination team captain Risotto with just the epitaph and the hands of the Red King. This was a complete [Scarlet King]!

Time Cut has already been activated once, and there must be at least a period of time, but the Red King's endurance is only the ability of Time Cut, and does not include the stand's fists. When Tobio was dealt with by Risut, the Red King's heavy punches were swinging non-stop. If Kachu didn't take action, he would be beaten into a meat paste by the Red King.

Krieg glanced at Bucciarati, and regardless of whether Bucciarati understood what he meant, he could not wait any longer.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? You rat, is all you can do is dodge?" Jiaqiu's mental state was close to frenzy. Due to the low temperature of his body surface, some broken ice condensed on the ice blades under his feet, reducing the friction. But no matter how fast Jiaqiu moved, Diablo could always dodge first. Apart from wasting his own physical strength, Jiaqiu couldn't even do any damage!

So Shi Xie launched the second attack.

By the time Krieg realized what was happening, Jiaqiu had been knocked away by Diablo, and his whole body bent over and hit the stone pillar. The surface of the stone pillar was shattered, and stone powder and Jiaqiu fell together. Jiaqiu squirmed twice like a boneless creature. His left arm was completely broken, and the white bone was exposed to the air. Fortunately, the [White Album] froze his blood. The ice surface composed of blood made Diablo's knife slip at the last moment. He was seriously injured but not fatal. This was already the best result.

"Damn it!" Jiaqiu roared. He tried to stand up, but fell to the ground halfway up. He could only lie on the ground and use words to gain some advantage.

After two time cuts and serious injuries to two people, the power of the [Crimson King] was too strong, and Krieg knew that he would be the next one.

"There are so many betrayers. Today is truly a bad day. Do you all have some grievance against me?" The pink moldy octopus had revealed his face. With his fishnet tights and pink hair, he looked like a pervert. He shook off the ice shards in his hand with disdain. There weren't many places left to hide here. Everyone here was going to die anyway, so seeing his face didn't matter. Diablo no longer had any worries.

"Are you going to die too?" Diablo remained calm as Krieg charged towards him. "I haven't finished what I was saying. My [Crimson King] can erase time and make it leap forward. All your actions are in vain."

Krieg stopped immediately. He knew the Crimson King was waiting for his Time Cut cooldown, but from another perspective, if Diablo had kept his prophecy active, wouldn't the fact that his actions were foreseen be an opportunity to exploit? A close encounter would be suicidal. His physique wasn't up to par with the Crimson King. Even if they fought fair and square, he would be the one to die. There was no need for something as complex as Time Cut.

The prophecy of the [Inscription] will definitely come true. Krieg estimated that the degree of time reduction had improved, and deliberately threw out the hook from a few meters away, heading straight for Diablo's heart.

"In vain," the wonderful feeling appears again before the hook arrives.

The ice cube became smaller, and Krieg turned around immediately. Diablo had already raised his hands, and the bulging muscles on his face had not yet subsided. His target actually realized his position. How could it be?

Before Diablo's surprise had worn off, Krieg had already bitten through the plastic bag he was holding. This was the reason why he never spoke in long sentences. The pepper in the bag was blown out by him and covered Diablo's face!

"Pfft!" Krieg felt a burning sensation in his mouth. Sure enough, Diablo's first time attack always appeared behind the target! He had found his opportunity!

He really wanted to attack with the hook just now, so the [Inscription] will definitely show an attack scene. In the case of incomplete information from the stand, Diablo will definitely give priority to attacking the main body. Within ten seconds, Krieg moved forward unconsciously, and Diablo took this time to move behind him. When time was flying, Diablo could not cause damage, so he would definitely appear in a position where Krieg could not react in the first time, preparing to pierce the chest.

The hook had already embedded itself into Diablo's shoulder, but the Crimson King had grabbed the line, preventing it from going any deeper. Diablo closed his eyes, and the other Crimson King waved his arm, trying to pull the line, but Krieg had already let go of the turntable. Although a lot of the line had been pulled over, there was still more in the turntable!

The shedding of tears would only make Diablo's situation worse. Krieg took the opportunity to distance himself from him. As long as he could lure the [Crimson King] to attack the fishing line, the rebound property of the fishing line would consume a lot of Diablo's physical strength.

Chapter 32 Three to One

Krieg once read a very vivid description. The [Crimson King] is a high-ping warrior with explosively high attributes except for range. He always takes the initiative, always knows your next move, and has a very short CD of ten seconds of golden body (cannot attack during the golden body). He now feels that this is absolutely right.

As long as Time Cut is not used, every second is like walking on a tightrope. If Diablo has not activated Time Cut before approaching him, the pepper will pass through his body. As long as a few seconds are eliminated, he will be fine.

Unfortunately, his current personality is Diablo, not Tobio. Counting on Diablo making a mistake is impossible. Given Diablo's combat acumen, he definitely won't appear behind him next time he's ready to attack. Fortunately, it's Diablo, though. Only this personality would choose to back off when losing their sight, rather than just swinging their fists and hitting everyone.

So how should I respond? Krieg had already run dozens of meters, the fishing line pulled out by the Crimson King scattered across the space. This distance offered no guarantees, but the total area of ​​the Ossuary was limited, and their battle location was close to the entrance. Krieg had no place to escape from his boss.

Why haven't Giorno and the others come down yet? Can't those six little guys come down either?!

Although Diablo can't see, the existence of the [Inscription] won't make him really blind. Krieg must pretend not to be afraid of close combat. If Diablo sees through his disguise and doesn't do any fancy back-killing, Krieg will have no chance in a head-on confrontation.

During this time, Gacho is already able to move, and Bucciarati is almost there. Can we cooperate with them? How can we cooperate with them?

The time-cutting cooldown was about to start again. Krieg's heart was beating fast with nervousness. The massive secretion of adrenaline made him feel that time had slowed down. The inexplicable excitement and sense of ritual made him extremely excited! There must be a way. Even if the boss's ability is extremely close to invincibility, it is this kind of difficulty that is truly interesting.

Krieg licked his lips, the ice on his hand was about to melt completely. None of the Stand users present now had the ability to launch real large-scale AoE or delayed attacks. Jiaqiu's low temperature was half useless in this dry environment, and their respective original bodies were not very powerful. Bobo was able to rely on the blood dripping time method to almost seriously injure the boss while sitting in a wheelchair. That was because of the [Silver Chariot] and his own swordsmanship. If Mista and Narancia don't come down, I can only do it myself!

"Boss?" Krieg asked Diablo to confirm his position. Diablo had already got his position with the help of the [Inscription], but in order not to expose his prophetic ability, he still looked up towards the place where he was speaking. However, Krieg's next words really made him angry.

"Did anyone tell you your Stand is ugly, pink-haired moldy octopus? But it doesn't matter, because next, I'm going to make your ugly face look better!"

Time cutting starts.

Diablo advances to where Krieg is.

Krieg moved forward, the fishing line wrapped around his upper body. When Diablo arrived, Diablo's body pulled the fishing line, and the delayed pulling force pulled Krieg away from the attack.

"You never thought of that, octopus." Krieg, who was dragged and staggered, simply rolled on the ground and said what he was thinking. The fishhook went deeper when Diablo moved, and now it was estimated to be seven centimeters away from the heart.

Even if you can predict the future, as long as you move, the Beach Boys will definitely hurt you, and you can't avoid it!

"Bessie, huh? The most useless person in the assassination team. Looks like the intelligence was wrong."

Diablo pulled the fishhook, and the Beach Boy's inherent intuition told Krieg that Diablo's strength alone would be measured in tons. If Diablo gave up his hand knife and switched to a straight punch, taking into account the amplitude and speed of the movement, his head would not be much harder than a ripe watermelon.

"No matter what, I will never let go of anyone who threatens my absolute throne, never!" Diablo directly cut off his collarbone. The [Crimson King] pinched the fishhook with one hand and reached in with the other hand, pulling out the fishhook and the surrounding flesh alive!

Even though Diablo was an enemy, and a heinous criminal who deserved to die, Krieg couldn't help but cheer for Diablo's ruthlessness!

"It's just a minor injury. Compared to my throne, it's nothing!"

The red stand's palm wrapped around the fishhook. Now Krieg couldn't pull out the fishhook no matter what. He could only cancel the release of the stand. Unfortunately, this didn't work. Once the stand was canceled, he wouldn't be able to monitor Diablo's position in real time. After the time cut, he would no longer be safe!

"Betrayer, are you ready to embrace your [Future]? [Crimson King]!"

Time cut!

Krieg could only retreat as far as he could, but he knew it was futile. The [Inscription] would be able to see through his movements, and after the [Crimson King] erased time, he would have no memory of what he had done during this period. There wasn't enough ice on the ground to cause an accidental slip. Krieg could only run towards the entrance, hoping that Diablo's real body wasn't fast enough!

Faster, faster, Krieg roared in his heart. The fishing line responded to the touch of the three people. Gascoigne and Bucciarati were also moving, but what were they doing? Krieg could not look back. It was just that a wonderful feeling grabbed him.

This?

When Krieg came to his senses, he was in mid-air. When he lost consciousness, he had already run to the stairs. The zipper across the stairs opened the flat surface, and he and Diablo beside him fell down together. There was another zipper on the ground, and they were about to fall!

He tried his best to throw out the fishing line, but Gachu held him on the side, and the [Crimson King] that floated out from beside Diablo grabbed his ankle. Krieg felt that his bones were broken, and he kicked at Diablo, but it only gave Diablo more time to breathe.

"[White Album Weeps Silently]!"

Gachu rushed forward and pressed Diablo with his severed hand. Diablo's side was immediately frozen. When the [Crimson King] swung his fist, Gachu met it with his severed hand. This time, even the last bit of flesh was shattered. The severed hand and Diablo fell to the floor together. The zipper immediately closed and the floor returned to calm again.

"Gachu you?!"

"We don't owe each other anything anymore, don't even think about ordering me around!"

"I don't want to disturb you from reminiscing about the past, but the boss is about to come out," Bucciarati pointed to the floor. A long crack had appeared on the originally hard ground, and Diablo from underground was rushing towards the ground!

ps: Do you have a ticket? It looks so pitiful. I can’t watch the post and my motivation is reduced by half.

Chapter 33 Frozen Octopus

"Block the exit first before he comes out." Krieg didn't have any better ideas. The reality of only three people was beyond his calculations, and it also reminded him that this was a real world with strict logic. The boss had ruled the gang for so many years by relying on caution. How could Diablo meet with Bucciarati and his party without any preparation?

The only good news is that the time-cutting process cannot affect the real world. They don't have to worry about Diablo suddenly popping up, but they must make plans for Diablo's actions when he comes out.

Strictly speaking, there were two time-slashes targeting him. The first one was dodged due to Diablo's habit of appearing behind his target, and the second one was dodged due to the nature of the fishing line. But how would he avoid Diablo's third time-slash? What if Diablo didn't target him next time, but instead attacked Gachu or Bucciarati? What trap would he set?

Short-term advantages do not accumulate into victory, just like the weather every day in winter. You can't add today's temperature to yesterday's temperature and wait for it to accumulate into a warm spring day tomorrow.

Unsolvable abilities are literally unsolvable, and can only be solved with even more unsolvable abilities, whether it's the [Scarlet King] or the [Golden Experience Requiem] that will appear later, just like a platinum repeater has learned the time stop of the [World].

"Bucciarati, if you can still move, help me move the rocks. Gacho, freeze the rocks! Let the low temperature seep into the ground!"

"I told you not to order me around. Who are you? Huh?!" Although he was harsh in his words, Jiaqiu still did the freezing work honestly.

You really are a cat, right? Krieger shook his head and continued to move stones with Bucciarati.

"What happened on the train..." Bucciarati hesitated for a while, and finally spoke when he moved to the fourth broken pillar. He had a very strong character, even very righteous, but this kind of character was not suitable for being a gangster. Instead, he was more suitable for being a police officer in some dangerous department.

"That's a personal grudge, we'll talk about it later. We also want to kill the boss, so we're joining forces for now." Krieg answered indifferently. The hatred between him and Bucciarati was just a small matter. The most important thing here was to weaken the boss.

"Okay," Bucciarati agreed without hesitation. The constant pain in his back left him no time to think about complicated things. What he needed to consider were his boss's abilities and how to take Trish away.

If he knew that my [Beach Boy] could pull three people to the ceiling and then escape through [Steel Chain Fingers], would Bucciarati feel less guilty? Krieg thought with some malice, Jiachu's hand was already broken. Unless [Golden Experience] took action, he would be disabled for the rest of his life. Even to repay Jiachu's life-saving grace, Krieg couldn't let him remain disabled forever.

What could make Bucciarati owe someone a favor more than sharing life and death?

The vibrations coming from the floor became louder and louder, but the time intervals between attacks also became longer. Diablo's physical strength was not infinite, and as a human being he needed to rest. The low temperature and frozen floor would cause him to suffer from hypothermia. To maintain his body temperature, Diablo had to keep moving.

It was a pity that the power of the [Crimson King] was too great, otherwise he would have been frozen to death. Krieg couldn't help feeling a little regretful. The stone slab wouldn't last much longer. Even if he and Bucciarati continued to pile up the stones, Diablo would break out of the ground in half a minute at most.

Giorno and the others are really good at standing people up!

Krieg weighed the pros and cons. Now that Bucciarati had seen the scene of his battle with the boss, he probably wouldn't think that Diablo was invincible as in the original work, nor would he let Giorno evacuate as soon as he left the boss's sight. Besides, the boss let him go before because he had never seen Diablo's face, but now everyone has seen the octopus's face. Even if Bucciarati wanted to leave, he would have to ask Diablo's consent.

If you can't beat him, just call for help and prepare for the next time you can beat him. Krieg has no idol baggage. If the mission didn't require a head-on confrontation, he would have attacked Tobio from eight hundred miles away.

"Bucciarati, stop moving the rocks," Krieger stopped Bucciarati and grabbed Gacho. "My Beach Boy can send you to the ceiling. Pull it open. The ceiling of the ossuary faces the right side of the church. Your teammates will find it anyway, and then we can attack the boss together!"

"Okay," Bucciarati's thoughts were obscured by the pain, but his mind became active after being reminded by Krieg. He escaped from the train in this way by Krieg. There was no need to think carefully about whether this method was feasible. The boss's range of action was not very large, and both Narancia and Mista had ways to deal with it.

Krieg didn't hesitate. He suppressed his awkwardness, hugged Bucciarati, and carried him to the ceiling of the ossuary. "Gachu, go find that girl. I'll take you up first when I get up there. We only have half a minute, so don't delay."

"Who wants you to take care of it?"

"Hey, man, I don't know how you developed your personality," Bucciarati said, his expression grave for some reason. "But in this situation, you need to listen carefully to your leader. Companions should support each other, but in crucial moments, you must obey, unless your suggestion is better!"

"Huh? Who said he was my team leader? Are you blind? Why did he bring that girl along when we already met the boss?"

Krieg and the other man had already gone up, and no one paid any attention to him. Poor, irritable Jiaqiu could only cool down online and take care of Trish.

The ceiling quickly collapsed, and bright light shone down from the ground, making it seem like another world.

Krieg was a little touched, but he quickly realized what he should do, "Remove the Stand, or my hook won't get in!"

Bucciarati called out to his companions, hoping that Giorno and the others would come quickly.

The sound of hurried footsteps soon came, and Narancia poked his head out from the wall. He saw Bucciarati holding Trish, one of them was covered in blood and the other had fainted. There were two strangers beside them, and they also looked miserable.

"Bucciarati, you are here. What happened to you? Who are they?" Narancia was the first to run over.

Because neither Krieg nor Gacho released their substitutes, Narancia did not notice any connection between these two strangers and the person mentioned by Bucciarati.

"Is everyone else okay? Quickly get Giorno over here, we need treatment." The stiff expression on Bucciarati's face relaxed a little. Since Narancia was here, they had hope.

Chapter 34: Absent Time Cut (1/4 updated)

"Giorno," Narancia scratched his head, "Giorno and Mista came in from outside the church looking for you. Didn't you see him?"

As for the injured person here... Before Bucciarati could say anything, the vibration under his feet suddenly became extremely obvious. Krieg only had time to grab Gaschu before a wonderful feeling came over him.