Chapter 212 The Direction of the Last Shot

This long time cutting is finally over.

Both Giorno and Mista felt a sudden flash before their eyes. Diavolo, who had previously raised his butcher knife at Polnareff, had already "flashed" to a place seven or eight meters away.

The light is very dim and the distance between them is not that short.

But even so, Giorno could clearly see Diavolo's hideous and twisted face like an evil ghost upstairs:

The expression was as dark as ink, as angry as fire, and too complicated to describe.

"The plan seems to have worked."

"Diablo, it seems you are not as fearless as you say."

Giorno received the success signal from Diavolo's expression.

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Diavolo clenched his fists, anger brewing in the silence.

But after the farce that just happened, this loser's incompetent anger looked as ridiculous as a chimpanzee jumping up and down in a cage.

After all, he was tricked.

The balance of Shichi was squandered by him in one fell swoop, and Epitaph could not be activated in the current overloaded state.

He had to spend several seconds to replenish his overloaded mental energy and regain his strength.

There is no doubt that this put Diavolo into a small crisis.

However, compared with this so-called crisis, what really makes him feel anxious now is actually himself——

He, Diavolo, the emperor of the dark world, was actually frightened like this by a name.

Shame, this is undoubtedly a huge, heavy, and indelible shame!

Now those two brats, especially Giorno who was the instigator, looked at him as if they were looking at a funny clown wearing a monkey's crown!

At the thought of this, Diavolo was shaking with rage.

He is a very complex person.

He is cautious enough to be described as "cowardly", but he also values ​​his dignity as a strong man very much.

A ridiculous performance like the one just now obviously deeply hurt his self-esteem, which seemed to be non-existent but was actually quite sensitive.

"Asshole."

"Do you think you won?!"

Diavolo stared down at Giorno with blazing fire in his eyes.

Before, he just wanted to grab the arrow and escape, but now he really wanted to kill everyone present.

Otherwise, that ugly look will be remembered forever.

It is like a non-mainstream personalized signature posted in Penguin Space ten years ago. It will eventually become a shameful memory that makes people want to strangle themselves when thinking about it.

This immature past must be completely and cleanly erased.

"The Crimson King!"

Diavolo controlled his powerful substitute and had it closely guarding him.

Although there was no way to use time in the next few seconds, it did not mean that he was too fragile to resist.

In fact, he still has a good chance of winning:

Putting aside Shizhe's abilities, the Crimson King himself also possesses amazing strength and speed.

The powerful dynamic vision equipped with extraordinary speed allows it to assist Diavolo and capture the movement of flying bullets as much as possible.

Although there is still no way for him to dodge the turning bullet, it can at least allow him to try to protect his vitals at the critical moment of life and death.

Because Mista only has 1 bullet now.

Diavolo could take advantage of the gap between reloading and escape backwards to a dark place far away from the edge of the guardrail, where the light could not shine at all, and use the ruins to hide himself.

The Sex Pistols also have their limits.

It would be nice if it could make the bullet make a few turns, but there is no way to ride the bullet from the first floor to the second floor, and then wind around the ground and target in the darkness of the blinding darkness between stone pillars and broken walls. play hide and seek.

Not to mention that Sexy Pistols can't do it, the limited kinetic energy of the bullet itself cannot withstand the consumption of such a long journey.

"In the final analysis, success or failure depends on this last bullet."

"As long as I dodge this bullet, I will still be the winner!"

Diablo realized this clearly.

Giorno also realized this.

Seeing that Diavolo was already retreating into the darkness, he took the opportunity to shout to Mista beside him:

"Mista, shoot!"

"I'm afraid this is our only chance!"

"Ahem?"

Mista was slightly startled.

He didn't even know what had just happened.

But Giorno's "only one chance" still made him quickly feel the heaviness of the atmosphere.

"The only time."

Mista recited each word silently in his heart.

He knew that his last bullet was of great significance. This bullet must hit the target smoothly.

So, where should this bullet go?

Where to attack to ensure success?

Forehead, eyes, throat, or heart?

Damn it, no matter how I think about it, I can't guarantee that I will kill the opponent with this shot!

Not to mention killing, with the protection of a high-speed and high-power humanoid avatar, it would be difficult to even seriously injure him with just one shot.

Thoughts flashed in Mista's brain, and his fingers slowly moved back amidst the brainstorming.

Finally bang!

Bullets roared out in the firelight.

The three golden figures No.1, No.2, and No.3 cling to the bullet at the same time, and together they control this tiny and violent metal beast.

"coming!"

Diavolo held his breath.

The Crimson King's sharp pupils were firmly locked on the incoming bullet, and he quickly predicted the movement trajectory of this murderous weapon among the lightning and flint.

But in an instant, sonic bullets screamed and flew up to the second floor.

It flew in front of Diavolo, drew an arc around the stone pillars and guardrails, and hit Diablo's head straight.

"It's now!"

The Crimson King burst out with a frightening speed.

It suddenly struck out with a hand knife as fast as lightning, not for killing people, but just to protect its master's head with its arms before the bullet struck.

Of course the Crimson King would be injured if he did this.

But it is certainly better to have his arm injured than to have Diavolo's body shot in the head.

Not to mention, the Crimson King's ability to withstand blows is far stronger than that of mortal humans. The injuries it suffers are restored to the main body in proportion, and serious injuries will also become minor injuries.

And now, relying on his terrifying speed, the Crimson King is really about to block the bullet with his body.

At this moment, when the bullet was about to embed in the Crimson King's arm.

"No.2, No.3!"

Among the golden figures attached to the bullet, No. 1, the captain, suddenly let out a high-pitched roar:

"Ready to serve!"

The three villains lifted the warhead in a tacit understanding, causing it to suddenly move upward at an incredible angle.

The bullet was like a flexible goshawk, suddenly flying straight from parallel to upward and vertically.

But in just a short moment, it flew over Diavolo's head.

"Get in position!"

Under the decisive command of No. 1, No. 2 and No. 3 dispersed to both sides.

No. 1, on the other hand, flew higher with the bullet.

After the bullet flew to a certain height, it suddenly stepped on top of the bullet, and then quickly kicked towards the bullet under its feet.

Under the influence of that wonderful substitute ability, the bullet actually changed its direction and blasted downwards.

No. 2 and No. 3, who were already in place, immediately came forward to greet them.

Each of them kicked the ball, caught the ball, passed the ball, and quickly adjusted the bullet to the direction they wanted.

"I see."

"Want to attack from the defensive space above my head?"

When the bullet turned and climbed upwards in front of him, Diavolo had already noticed the danger in time.

Seeing that the bullet was about to turn and hit his head, he had no time to think about it and had no choice but to let the Crimson King quickly protect his head under its solid arms.

Then

Whoosh!

The bullet whizzed past Diavolo's ear.

"Huh?" Diavolo felt something was wrong.

This bullet, which is the enemy's last hope, seems to be targeting a vital point that is not perfectly protected at all.

So, what exactly is it going to fight?

The next moment, Diavolo's palm trembled slightly.

It was not because the bullet hit his palm, but because the insect arrow he held in his hand trembled violently during the impact.

"What. Arrow?"

"The target of that guy's attack turned out to be an arrow!"

Diablo's expression became dull again.

When he was not "Tobio", his expression had never been as rich as it is today.

With this one, time seems to have stopped.

Diavolo stared helplessly at the arrow in his hand, the arrow that was said to give him great power, the arrow that gave him the last hope in a desperate situation, just like that.

Broken.

The bullet hit the ancient arrowhead that contained mysterious power without mercy.

The arrow fragmented under the impact, and golden metal fragments sputtered out.

Diavolo just watched the fragments fly past his eyes, fly away, fall into the darkness, and become embedded in the dust, just like his own suddenly shattered hope.

By the time he realized what was happening, it was too late.

The insect arrow has no insect and no arrow, leaving only a wooden pole with a broken head, much like his life with no future.

"what have you done!"

Killing intent surged like a tsunami.

Diavolo glared at Mista condescendingly, looking like he was going crazy.

"I did what I was supposed to do."

Mista breathed a long sigh of relief.

He knew that his plan had succeeded:

"I didn't expect it. I told my little guys a long time ago:"

"If the shot just now failed to hit your vital point, then just change the direction -"

"Crush your hopes!"

"asshole."

Diablo gritted his teeth and said:

"Do you think you can survive by doing this?"

"Let me tell you. You have completely annoyed me this time, Gedo Mista!"

"that's not important."

Mista had always shown a nervous face, but at this moment he calmed down:

"The important thing is, I did it."

"Your conspiracy has been completely stopped, Diavolo!"

The second update will be posted later.