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A sharp pair of scissors suddenly emerged from beneath his skin, the sharp, cold touch transmitting as his body was sliced ​​open. His body's instincts screamed an alarm at the sudden presence of this foreign object inside him!

"You seem to have an unusually high amount of iron in your body."

Risotto maintained a safe distance, helped Hormaggio to his feet, and looked coldly at Polnareff, who was kneeling on the ground.

"My 'metal artifact' is drawing iron from your body to attack you. In ten seconds, your blood will turn yellow, and your body will become no different from a dead person due to the lack of 'iron'!"

Polnareff didn't speak, but he reached out and pulled out the scissors from under his neck, calmly thinking to himself.

The opponent is a Stand user with no physical form, or rather, a Stand user with an extremely small but numerous physical form. If it were a one-on-one fight, Polnareff was confident he could quickly defeat him.

But complaining about this is pointless. The other side has at least four Stand users attacking them here, and they've also kidnapped Denji and Takayama—there must be at least seven of them.

They really think highly of themselves, with seven Stand users ganging up on them.

Sato on the ground seemed to be 'dead'. The baby-faced man had disintegrated and devoured most of his body. Polnareff knew that he had no one to rely on now.

I have no choice but to fight alone.

Silver Chariot is fighting two Stands at once, one against the other, and Babyface. Although the main body is injured, it is still steadily suppressing the two Stands.

Looking at the stone pillars of the castle that had been shattered by a single sword strike, Prosciutto broke out in a cold sweat. The power and speed of the opponent's Stand were incredible!

But ultimately, their main body was held back by them, and with the baby face's ability to decompose, they were able to hold it off for a while!

Meanwhile, Polnareff's main body kept pulling out iron objects from its body to reduce the damage, and then rushed towards Risotto to try to finish him off!

But Risotto kept a good distance, and together with Hormaggio, they chose to shrink their bodies with their little feet to evade Polnareff's pursuit.

Even with her body shrunk, Risotto's Stand ability did not decrease in the slightest.

The two Stands, Babyface and Glorious Sacrifice, were constantly harassing Polnareff's attacks. Polnareff, riding the Silver Chariot, was like a donkey with a carrot dangling in front of him, being spun around and around but unable to reach what he wanted!

Polnareff's condition, however, is getting worse and worse.

The Pillar Man bloodline possesses exceptional physical regenerative abilities, but ultimately lacks the capacity to create things from nothing. Moreover, the metal artifacts are continuously draining the 'iron' from his body, making his tenacious vitality a problem at this moment.

Countless steel creations were created within his body, and even if they were torn apart and forcibly pulled out, more would only grow back!

These metal objects were not fatal, but they were enough to impair his movements. The clusters of metal growing on his joints and wrists greatly hampered his mobility.

Soon, as his blood gradually turned yellow, Polnareff knew that even the Pillar Man's body had fallen into a state of severe micronutrient deficiency.

His body was completely mangled, consisting of either fragments of his body dismembered by the baby face or wounds he had torn himself open and gaps from metal objects. The silver chariot was also affected by his severe injuries, and its strength became increasingly weak.

He knelt weakly on the ground, the effects of his aging, a result of his strenuous activity and injuries, finally taking hold. Even those within the pillars are not immortal.

He was breathing heavily, his exposed, bloody trachea writhing horribly.

The Stand users had surrounded him, but even as enemies, they still looked at Polnareff with respect!

"Polnareff, you are a very strong Stand user. Personally, I respect you."

Risotto stood in front of Polnareff and said coldly

“We all have the same enemy to defeat, so we could actually become ‘comrades.’ But you’re just too strong. We won’t feel at ease until we defeat you! In order to take over the boss’s business, you, your comrades, and that Jotaro must die!”

They do indeed share the same enemy—the BOSS—but cooperation is an unfamiliar and difficult choice for the assassination team. They prefer to rely on their own abilities rather than cooperate!

Defeat Polnareff, then extract information about the BOSS from him, defeat the BOSS, and take over the entire Passion!

The option of cooperation was crossed off their list from the very beginning, especially after witnessing Polnareff's power—although they didn't know why he didn't unleash his Stand ability, he and his Stand alone were more than capable of taking on all three of them!

But even if they cooperated, Polnareff would never stoop to the level of the assassination group.

You can't willingly become allies with another group of scum just to defeat one scumbag.

Give up? Polnareff coughed up a large chunk of flesh and blood; this was an option he had never chosen from the beginning!

Now, facing the enemy directly, without the pain and senses diminished in the cycle of reincarnation, Polnareff is once again vividly confronting the threat of death.

The chariot that represents 'plunder' may not make a strongman who takes what belongs to others, but just as when he stood at the bottom of those stairs—he, Jean Pierre Polnareff, never gives up!

Without hesitation, he immediately took out his 'insect arrow' and plunged it into the chariot!

Silver Chariot Requiem

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Chapter 54: 53. Jotaro: I'm going to give you four pages of Ora!

"go to hell!!!"

The Crimson King's fist struck Giorno's heart without hesitation!

Although Diablo didn't know why this newcomer would betray him, or rather, why he saw in the epitaph that this newcomer deliberately avoided his attacks, as if he already knew something.

Was he a traitor? Or did he somehow learn of my abilities and know I would definitely deal with him?

In any case, all Diablo needed to know was that this newcomer knew his abilities and his secrets!

This is absolutely intolerable!

Giorno's future of dodging the attack has been 'cut' away by him; what remains is only a future of Diavolo's victory, which he has revised!

The Crimson King's fist pierced through Giorno's chest!

But the punch didn't pierce his heart. Giorno anticipated this and moved his body away in that instant. The punch only pierced his lung!

However, for an ordinary person, this is already a fatal injury.

Diablo refused to believe that he was as resilient as that freak Polnareff!

Giorno fell to the ground, and Diavolo prepared to leave the room.

But just then——

A halo appeared above Giorno's head.

At the same time, wings also appeared on his back!

"It's true that good people don't live long... but evil people live for a thousand years."

Under Diavolo's disbelieving gaze, he watched as Giorno, who seemed to have transformed into an angel, staggered to his feet, his chest riddled with holes, yet holding a gleaming staff in his hand.

"Diavolo, how could scum like you live to be a hundred years old..."

Giorno, having activated his Angel-Demon powers and transformed into the Angel-Demon, looked mockingly at the astonished Diavolo.

It was only then that Diablo realized something was wrong with his body.

"You bastard, what did you do to me?!"

Diablo looked at his palms, the skin that had lost its elasticity, wrinkled and unnaturally aged.

It's as if his 'years' have been stolen!

Giorno looked at Diavolo, who was now enraged and had broken through his defenses, with a mocking expression.

Just now, while he was healing him, Giorno was secretly stealing his life force.

The power of angels and demons lies in stealing the lifespan of others to create weapons; the more lifespan and vitality they possess, the more powerful the weapons they create.

He had just secretly stolen 'thirty years' of Diablo's lifespan.

This is why he was so moved; such a scoundrel was destined to live a long life.

One hundred years? Two hundred years? In short, this scourge can really live a very, very long time.

Giorno extracted thirty years of his lifespan, which he used to convert into life force just as Giorno was attacking him, thus saving his own life. At the same time—he also created a 'weapon'.

Giorno pointed at Diavolo, sneering.

The weapons created by angels and demons possess many special effects, but these are the result of acquiring advanced bloodlines. Basic bloodlines can only create and stack destructive power.

But that's enough.

Just now, when Giorno was treating Diavolo's body, there was an extra step involved.

He first transformed Diablo's life force into a weapon, and then turned that 'weapon' into his hand.

now--

Diablo's expression instantly turned horrified; the epitaph he opened revealed a horrible future!

His hand—exploded!

At close range, it exploded like a grenade, splitting his head in two.

Without hesitation, Diablo immediately endured the pain and severed his left hand, throwing it away!

Giorno caught the severed hand with his Stand, turning it into a grenade in his hand. He looked at Diavolo with regret, thinking that if it weren't for his epitaph, he would have been blown up by himself!

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!!

Diablo's face was ashen, like that of a patient in the proctology department. The excruciating pain of severing his own hand again made him pale. Clutching his bleeding hand, he glared at the newcomer with murderous intent!

But—looking at the newcomer's hand that was directly on the grenade pull ring, there was no doubt that he had also mastered the same method of dealing with him as Polnareff!

If he dares to attack, I'll immediately pull the pin on a grenade!

If I die, you will die too!

Polnareff is like this, and this newbie is like this too. How come all the enemies Diavolo has encountered lately are like cockroaches that are impossible to kill?!

He had just predicted the future; if he attacked, even if he blew the newcomer's head off, he would still pull the pin on the grenade.

This grenade, which was exceptionally powerful and could somehow damage Stands, instantly covered him and himself, killing him instantly!

What if they feign an attack and then run away?

No, this newcomer isn't stupid. He knows his own abilities and can tell whether he's activated them by the number of blood drops! Moreover, his strange ability seems to be able to control whether the grenade detonates.

Encountering this kind of tanky, unkillable monster who then unleashes an AOE attack again, Diablo, the top assassin, is once again thoroughly defeated!

But he sneered, and together with the Crimson King, he placed one hand on his hip and arrogantly said...

"Even if you manage to escape, so what? The outside world is full of my enthusiastic people. Do you think you can still beat me?"

"maybe."

Giorno smiled calmly, his mutilated body spurting blood, broken bone fragments rubbing against his nerves, sending waves of excruciating pain through him, yet he fearlessly pointed at Diavolo.

"Diavolo, you have failed me no matter what—even your passion is on the verge of destruction!"

"Your Stand user, who made your living by manufacturing unique products, has been destroyed by our trusted comrades, and the assassin you sent to kill Mr. Polnareff has also failed!"

"In any case, your facade of 'invincibility' has been exposed! You can no longer rule Italy with fear and mystery—Diavolo, you are now riddled with holes and utterly broken!"

Your disgusting evil has been defeated by the 'justice' here!

"You dung beetles that you vomited out of the toilet!!!"

Diavolo, clutching his severed hand, was furious and his defenses crumbled. Undoubtedly, having his pathetic state exposed by Giorno, he was deeply shattered!

Suddenly, a large amount of blood began to drip in front of Giorno. Just as he was on guard again, Diavolo pulled out a gun from somewhere.

—Don't think you're so great just because you have a grenade. I can use one too!

Diablo's expression twisted in pain, just as he was about to pull off the stunt of firing a shot and running away—

Giorno suddenly put down the grenade and gave him a bright smile.

Suddenly, an aura appeared behind him.

Calm and composed, it was the aura of a grown man. And within that breath, there was also a very distinct emotion.

That's the emotion of adrenaline surging through the body, the emotion that allows a person to face any beast without hesitation.

Angry, incredibly angry.

"Wow, wow, it really came at just the right time."

Jotaro Kujo lightly adjusted the brim of his hat, staring at the moldy octopus-haired guy before him. His voice was very soft, yet it contained a chilling rage.

"Star Platinum!!!"

"King Crimson!!!"

Without any unnecessary words, the two time-based Stand users activated their Stands almost simultaneously!

Time stopped

Time eliminated

Which one has higher priority? Which one is more powerful?

The answer is the former!