Chapter 209: Follow Your Heart
Diavolo's tone was full of sarcasm.
But there was no sign of relaxation in his eyes.
Caution, a quality that is particularly valued by the weak, has long been deeply ingrained in the bones of this dark emperor.
Although the disabled man and two imps present did not seem to pose much of a threat to him, in order to prevent himself from falling into trouble, Diablo used the ability of [Epitaph] to examine the future for the next ten seconds as soon as he appeared.
In the foreshadowing screen:
He easily took away the insect arrow, and Polnareff tried his best to fight back but was easily knocked to the ground.
He smiled and said a few mocking words, then the Crimson King raised his legs high, ready to deliver the final blow to Polnareff.
This kind of future was very much in line with Diablo's wishes, so Diablo continued to follow this future until now.
Then, in the foreseeable future...
As expected, Diablo saw himself being attacked.
But I only saw Mista's attack.
Because Giorno in that future scene died before he could even make a move.
The future shown in the epitaph is the fate when Diablo does not use the time cut to change his fate.
So in the future scene shown in the epitaph, he did not use time to dodge the precision-guided bullets of the sexy pistol.
In addition, the Crimson King did not have the ability to catch bullets with his bare hands, so Diablo in the future naturally died in frustration from those bullets that he could not avoid at all.
Of course, this is actually nothing, he has experienced this situation too many times.
If he took the future seen on the epitaph seriously, Diablo would probably not even be able to count how many times he had died.
The real use of these "deaths" is to give him the opportunity to see his enemies clearly in advance:
"Geddo Mista."
"It can be a bullet that is guided with great precision. Once it is launched, I will be forced to dodge it."
"Oh, you do have a pretty good stand ability."
Diablo looked down at Mista, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.
The dim light made it difficult to see clearly, but he could still vaguely perceive:
The young man downstairs' hands holding the gun were shaking slightly.
Compared to Giorno beside him, his disordered and heavy breathing was even clearer in the darkness.
"You're scared."
"Such a will cannot be my enemy."
In this tense moment that was almost frozen, Diablo spoke in a leisurely tone:
"Now I'm upstairs, you're downstairs, and Polnareff is at my feet."
"It only takes me one second to kill him. The only way you can stop me is with bullets."
"But your revolver only has six rounds of ammunition, and you have already used one."
"The bullets will run out sooner or later. Reloading takes time. There will be gaps in your attack methods..."
As he spoke, Diablo glanced coldly at Polnareff who was forced to crawl at his feet:
"Want to stop me from killing people?"
"You might as well give up as soon as possible, and I might be able to spare your lives!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Crimson King raised his sword high.
Polnareff's life is in danger.
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Diablo was right.
Mista couldn't imagine how he could stop Diablo at all.
The opponent's ghostly movements and the swift attack that caught him off guard just now, had never really seen time cutting, and they left him deeply shocked.
"How can we stop such a powerful guy?"
"Damn it... Forget saving that broom-headed uncle. I can't even think of how to protect myself now!"
"With my strength, I can only help delay the time for a few seconds at most."
In that split second, Mista felt powerless.
Diablo was more terrifying and more oppressive than any enemy he had ever seen.
This young man, who had been a soldier for less than two days, eventually fell into confusion.
With this confusion, he unconsciously looked at his companion beside him, Giorno Giovanna.
Giorno noticed Mista's gaze, which clearly said:
"what to do?"
"Should we run away?"
Giorno didn't say much.
With an equally nervous but not panicked look, he directed Mista to look at Polnareff, who was trapped at the feet of the Crimson King, and at the insect arrow that Diablo was holding tightly in his hand:
It was obvious that once they gave up, Polnareff would die, and the insect arrow would irreversibly fall into Diablo's hands.
Then, Giorno simply replied:
“Follow Your Heart!”
“Follow my heart?”
Mista was slightly stunned:
If he really followed his heart, he would have turned around and ran away now.
He thought in his heart...
The Crimson King upstairs had already raised his sword high, ready to take Polnareff's life in the next second.
"Sexy Pistol!"
Almost no thought.
Mista subconsciously pulled the trigger and the bullet whizzed out of the barrel.
The fire dispelled the darkness, and the Crimson King's attack was once again blocked.
Diablo was forced to activate the Time Cut with an unhappy look on his face, and once again used a short 0.5 second Time Cut to dodge the turning bullet.
Just like before, Polnareff survived.
"this…"
It was not until this moment that Mista woke up from his dream:
His subconscious choice just now was not to be stunned or to run away, but to continue the "repetitive and useless" attack.
It turns out that this is what Giorno meant by following your heart.
The heart of a mortal and the heart of a warrior are originally different.
"I see."
Although the result was the same as before, Diablo was still unharmed and the situation did not improve at all.
But Mista's eyes became firm unconsciously:
"I want to save that uncle, I want to steal that arrow, I want to defeat that man..."
“This is what I really mean!”
As he uttered the "unrealistic" declaration, his hands holding the gun gradually became steady.
“You don’t know your own limitations!”
Diavolo's tone was still disdainful.
But he had to admit that Mista and Giorno's "untimely" behavior did cause him some trouble:
"Sexy Pistol!"
“Golden experience!”
The two of them launched the attack at the same time.
They did not discuss tactics, because the current situation was so urgent that they could not communicate or analyze anything - as soon as the offensive stopped, Diablo would kill people.
All they can do now is try their best to stop what is about to happen.
"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"
The swift fist shadow of Golden Experience poured onto the ground without reservation.
A huge vine quickly emerged from the ground.
These vines grew wildly with the infusion of massive vitality, like nimble snakes, rushing up from bottom to top towards Diablo who was standing on the upper floor with the momentum of a surging tide.
But Diablo didn't care about it.
No matter how fast the vines grow, they are just vines. By the time they can climb up to the second floor to attack him, Polnareff's head will probably have been chopped in half by a knife.
The primary enemy he needs to worry about now is Mista's Sexy Pistols.
The inconspicuous golden man was now riding on the supersonic pistol bullet, accurately and quickly adjusting the course of the metal beast beneath him.
Diablo was concentrating on guarding against this.
The Crimson King's superb dynamic vision captured the timing of the bullet's arrival, and then:
"Let time leap!"
Another 0.5 seconds was quietly deleted.
The bullet went through his body and hit the ground empty.
" The third bullet."
Diablo counted silently in his mind, knowing that Mista would have to reload after firing 6 rounds.
That way he could seize this gap and achieve his goal:
Kill Polnareff, then leave with the Bug Arrow.
Polnareff was killed in order to make the secret of how to use arrows disappear forever, so as to prevent Jotaro and others from finding other arrows that might have the same effect and having the same chance to become stronger as he did.
It's easier to understand if you just leave:
Jotaro didn't know when he would come, and after he got the arrow, he didn't want to stay here for a second.
He even didn't want to waste time killing Giorno and Mista - there was no point in rushing for a moment's gain, and it wouldn't be too late to come back and settle accounts with the enemies after he had thoroughly studied the secret of the insect arrow.
After all, if it weren't for these two guys who were ignorant of the times and insisted on getting in the way, Diablo would have killed everyone and ran away long ago.
What made them impatient was that they really went to the extreme to make things difficult:
The vines were still spreading madly upstairs in the darkness, even though their speed was so slow that Diablo could catch it with his naked eyes.
Bullets whizzed in again, even though the previous three bullets had no effect.
"The fourth one."
Diablo calculated the number of bullets and started to cut again.
The bullet missed, without a doubt.
"The fifth one."
Diablo used short-term time cutting for the fifth time in a row.
The answer I counted in my mind was close to the upper limit of the revolver's ammunition capacity.
"You only have one bullet left!"
Diablo panted softly.
The long time of wasting time when trying to grab the arrow at the beginning, plus the five consecutive short time of wasting time when dodging the bullets, does consume some mental energy.
But his tone was still calm, and there was a kind of calmness that seemed to know everything:
"Is this one bullet enough for you to stop me?"
