Chapter 211 The Direction of the Last Shot

This long period of erasure is finally over.

Giorno and Mista only felt a flash before their eyes, and Diavolo, who had raised his butcher knife high towards Polnareff, had "flashed" to a place seven or eight meters away.

The lights were dim and the distance between them was not short.

But even so, Giorno could clearly see Diavolo's hideous and twisted face upstairs, like a demon:

The expression was as dark as ink, as angry as fire, and so complex that it was difficult to describe.

"It seems the plan was successful."

"Diabolo, it seems that you are not as fearless as you say."

Giorno received a signal of success from Diavolo's expression.

“…”

Diablo clenched his fists, anger brewing in silence.

But after what just happened, the helpless anger of this loser looked as ridiculous as a chimpanzee jumping up and down in a cage.

After all, he was tricked.

The remaining time of Shi Ke was wasted by him in one fell swoop, and the Tombstone could not be activated in its current overloaded state.

It took him several seconds to replenish his overloaded mental energy and regain his strength.

There is no doubt that this put Diablo in a small crisis.

However, compared to this so-called crisis, what really makes him feel uneasy is actually himself——

He, Diablo, the emperor of the dark world, was actually scared like this by a name.

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

Now those two little devils, especially Giorno who was the instigator, were looking at him as if he were a funny clown in human clothing!

When Diablo thought of this, he trembled with anger.

He is a very complicated person.

He is so cautious that he can be described as a coward, but he also attaches great importance to his dignity as a strong man.

Such a ridiculous performance as 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 appearance will be remembered forever.

It is like a non-mainstream personal signature posted on Penguin Space ten years ago, which will eventually become a shameful memory that makes people want to strangle themselves when they think of it.

This immature past must be completely and thoroughly erased.

"The Crimson King!"

Diablo controlled his powerful Stand and had it guard him closely.

Although he couldn't use time-slashing in the next few seconds, it didn't mean that he was so weak that he couldn't resist.

In fact, he has a good chance of winning:

Aside from Tokigashi's abilities, the Crimson King himself possesses incredible strength and speed.

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

Although there was still no way for him to avoid the bullet that could turn, it could at least allow him to protect his vital parts as much as possible at the critical moment of life and death.

Because Mista only has 1 bullet now.

Diablo could have taken advantage of the time when he was reloading to escape to a dark place far away from the edge of the guardrail where no light could reach him, and hide himself in the ruins.

The Sex Pistols also have limits to their abilities.

It would be great if it could make the bullet turn a few corners, but it couldn't ride the bullet from the first floor to the second floor, and then play hide-and-seek with the target by circling between stone pillars and broken walls in the pitch-black darkness.

Not to mention that the Sexy Pistol can't do it, the limited kinetic energy of the bullet itself can't 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 clearly realized this.

Giorno also realized this.

Seeing that Diablo was about to retreat into the darkness, he quickly shouted to Mista beside him:

"Mistah, shoot!"

"This may be our only chance!"

"Ahhh?"

Mista was slightly stunned.

He didn't even know what had just happened.

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

"The only time..."

Mista recited each word silently in his mind.

He knew that this last bullet of his was of great significance and it must hit the target successfully.

So, where should this bullet attack?

Where should we attack to ensure success?

Forehead, eyes, throat, or heart?

Damn it... No matter how I think about it, I can't guarantee that this shot will kill the other person!

Not to mention killing him, with that kind of high-speed and high-strength humanoid substitute protecting him, it would be difficult to even cause serious injury with just one shot.

Thoughts flashed in Mista's brain, and his fingers slowly moved backwards during this brainstorming.

Finally...bang!

Bullets whizzed out in the flames.

No.1, No.2 and No.3 are three golden men, clinging to the bullet at the same time, controlling this tiny and violent metal beast together.

“Here it comes!”

Diablo held his breath.

The Crimson King's sharp pupils were fixed firmly on the incoming bullet, and in a split second he was rapidly predicting the trajectory of the deadly weapon.

In just a moment, the bullet at the speed of sound whizzed up to the second floor.

It flew in front of Diablo, drew an arc to bypass the stone pillars and guardrails, and hit Diablo's head directly.

"Now!"

The Crimson King burst out with a terrifying speed.

It suddenly slashed out with a lightning-fast knife, not to kill, but just to use its arms to protect its master's head before the bullet hit.

Of course, the Crimson King would also be hurt by doing this.

But it is certainly better to let its arm be injured than to let Diablo be 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 will be restored to its original body in proportion, and serious injuries will become minor injuries.

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

At this moment, as the bullet was about to penetrate the Crimson King's arm...

“No.2, No.3!”

The golden figures clinging to the bullets, including the captain No.1, suddenly let out a shrill roar:

"Ready... serve!"

The three little men lifted the warhead in perfect harmony, causing it to suddenly deflect upwards at an incredible angle.

The bullet was like a nimble eagle, suddenly changing from flying horizontally to flying vertically upwards.

But in just a moment, it flew above Diablo's head.

“Get in position!”

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

And No.1 controlled the bullet to fly higher.

When the bullet flies to a certain height , it suddenly steps above the bullet head and then kicks the bullet under its feet at a high speed.

Under the effect of that miraculous stand ability, the bullet actually changed direction and shot downwards.

No.2 and No.3, who had already taken their positions, immediately stepped forward.

They each took a kick, catching the ball, passing it, and soon adjusted the bullet to the direction they wanted.

"I see…"

"Want to attack through the gap in my defense?"

When the bullet turned and climbed upward in front of him, Diablo had already sensed the danger in time.

Seeing that the bullet was about to turn and hit his head, he had no time to think and could only let the Crimson King quickly protect his head under its strong arms.

Then…

whoosh!

The bullet whizzed past Diablo's ear.

"Hmm?" Diablo felt something was wrong.

This bullet, the enemy's last hope, seemed to be targeting something other than his own perfectly protected vital parts.

So, what is it going to fight?

The next moment, Diablo's palm trembled slightly.

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

"What...arrow?"

"The target that guy attacked... 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 was today.

This one, time seems to have come to a standstill.

Diablo watched helplessly as the arrow in his hand, the arrow that was said to give him great power, the arrow that gave him the last hope in despair, just…

Broken.

The bullet mercilessly hit the ancient arrowhead that contained mysterious power.

The arrow broke into pieces under the impact, and golden metal fragments splashed out.

Diablo just watched the fragments pass by his eyes, fly away, fall into the darkness, and embed into the dust, just like his suddenly shattered hope.

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

The worm arrow was gone, and the arrow was gone, leaving only a broken wooden pole, which looked very much like his life which had no future.

"You! Did! What!?!"

The murderous intent surged like a tsunami.

Diablo glared down at Mista, looking like a madman.

"I did what I had to do."

Mista breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that his plan had succeeded: