Chapter 212: Like Rock Rose

Mista only has one chance to attack at a time .

He chose to make the most of this hard-won opportunity:

Since you can't kill people, just destroy the arrows.

This successfully grasps the main contradiction.

After all, Diablo's last hope for a comeback now lies in the arrow.

As long as the insect arrows were destroyed, he would never have the chance to become stronger and would not be able to resist the overwhelming force of justice here.

The Jotaro Kujo who gave him so much headache would become the hurdle that he could never overcome and the eternal nightmare that he could never get rid of.

Diablo himself obviously realized this:

"The arrows...the arrows are gone."

"Without that power, I..."

Needless to say, the consequences are obvious. Just think about the enemy lineup he is facing at this time:

Lee Sin's team, the organization that has changed its owner, Jotaro Kujo, the SPW Foundation, and even the biggest gangster on Earth who dares to kill other countries' generals at will...

Without sufficient strength, let alone turning the tables and settling scores, he would probably find it difficult to even protect himself.

"What a bastard!"

Diablo's eyes were already red.

"It's all your fault, you two little brats, you ruined everything for me!"

Giorno and Mista, these two young boys who are just starting out, have become the two targets that Diavolo wants to kill the most.

Even Li Qing, whom he had regarded as his mortal enemy since yesterday, was not as hated by him as Giorno and Mista.

These two little devils, one destroyed his self-esteem, and the other destroyed his hope.

“He deserves to die!!”

Diablo yelled angrily.

He was like a mad dog that was cornered, jumping over the wall of reason in his mind:

"The Crimson King!"

This hideous-looking humanoid substitute immediately took action.

The "cooling time" of the time cut has not yet completely ended, but this is no longer important.

In order to ensure that the last bullet could destroy the target, Mista had completely exposed his own weakness:

Those are the three little guys, No.1, No.2, and No.3.

They had just ridden the bullet all the way here, and while they successfully controlled the bullet's changing trajectory on the spot, they were also forced to put themselves into the tiger's mouth.

This was a situation that could not be avoided, or rather, it was a difficult decision that Mista had to make on his own initiative.

He knew what he was facing.

Now, the three little men were floating in the air not far in front of Diablo.

They turned around and tried their best to fly back to their owner.

But the Crimson King is much faster.

This hideous and evil stand-in suddenly slashed out with a knife, sweeping up a fierce and terrifying high-pressure storm .

Those three little men were like small boats tossing and turning in a storm, completely powerless to resist the huge waves brought about by the tsunami.

With just one strike, they were all shattered.

These little people condensed from spiritual energy were crushed into pieces of nothingness under the vast power.

"ah!"

Mista, who was standing downstairs, immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

Although the destroyed little guys will slowly regenerate, the huge damage they cause when they are restored to their original form after being destroyed cannot be ignored.

That blow just now was almost fatal to Mista.

Even though he had a body as strong and tough as any ordinary person, he couldn't withstand the triple damage to his entire body.

His muscles and bones were torn and trembling violently from the severe injuries, and fatal cracks appeared in his internal organs.

Mista lost his fighting ability instantly.

thump--

The revolver, without bullets, fell limply to the ground.

Mista fell in a pool of his own blood.

He was still alive, conscious, and able to speak, but he no longer had the strength to fight.

“Not enough!”

Diablo was obviously not satisfied with just seeing such a tragic scene.

He always liked to use the most cruel means to retaliate against his enemies, such as the human body slices that were once widely circulated within the Passion organization as educational propaganda material.

But now, Mista is not only an enemy, but also an enemy.

"Go to hell!"

Diablo roared as he climbed up the rock railing on the second floor and then jumped down.

He landed steadily as the Crimson King approached, landing about ten meters in front of Mista and Giorno.

Then, Diablo straightened his body and took a step forward, approaching his goal step by step.

One can hear the terrifying power in every step.

“Golden experience!”

At this critical moment, Giorno took action:

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"

Golden Experience hammered the ground fiercely, and the shadow of his fist was like wind and waves.

While the enemy's "cooling time" has not yet ended, it uses its greatest strength and fastest speed to build a line of defense for its master.

First, there is a wave of vines growing backwards.

These vines and branches immediately grabbed Mista's severely injured body and transported him to a farther and safer place.

Then, there are the weeds growing on the ground.

These weeds grew wildly and connected together, and then they continued to die and fall as they grew, piling up layer by layer.

In just a few moments, they finally covered the ground with a grass carpet that was more than ten centimeters thick.

Finally, there are clusters of shrubs rising from the ground.

These bushes formed a wide defense line around Giorno.

The green branches and leaves are layered one upon another, and the branches are dotted with beautiful white and yellow flowers.

There seemed to be many other kinds of plants mixed in with the bushes, but the ambient lighting was dim and the plants themselves were covered by the lush bushes, so they were difficult to notice.

Giorno built layers of plant fortresses around himself.

Then, he guarded the plant fortress and protected Mista closely behind him.

"this…"

Mista saw what Giorno did:

"Those plants... could they be... rock roses?"

He stared with his eyes wide open, and blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth.

"Don't worry."

Giorno turned around and said word by word:

"I will protect you, just like Rockrose."

※※※

About half an hour ago.

The helicopter crashed and everyone parachuted to escape.

Giorno and Mista successfully met on the streets of Rome and successfully borrowed a car from a passerby.

“What a blessing!”

"I originally thought I would be ambushed by the enemy after landing, but I didn't expect everything to be safe and sound."

Mista was driving, talking to himself with great relief.

"No, it's not necessarily lucky..."

Giorno, who was sitting in the passenger seat, threw a bucket of cold water at an inopportune moment:

"We have a smooth journey and will definitely reach the Colosseum soon."

"And Diablo himself will most likely appear there as well."

"Huh?" Mista shuddered. "Then, what should we do?"

"No big deal."

Giorno sighed softly:

"In this situation, can we not go?"

“…”

"Yes, we have to go."

"However, since we know that Diablo might appear there, we should at least think of a countermeasure in advance right?"

This is a serious issue.

In fact, Li Qing and others have already discussed this:

The final conclusion is to stick together.

Form a team of at least three people, stand back to back and watch each other, and maintain a defensive posture throughout the process.

It sounds a bit helpless, but facing the elusive Crimson King, this is the only way.

Only by saving your life first can you find ways to launch a counterattack based on the specific environment, terrain, timing and other conditions.

And now…

"It's just the two of us now."

"If it's just the two of us, or even worse, how are we going to deal with Diablo?"

Mista was well aware that his Sexy Pistol was not qualified to fight the Crimson King in a one-on-one duel.

Not to mention winning, it’s hard to even survive.

“If you’re short-staffed…”

When it comes to this question, Giorno's expression is also unusually serious:

"Then we can only think of ways to use some small means to protect ourselves."

"For example, set up traps with area-of-effect damage around you in advance, so that Diablo won't dare to get close... or, if he gets close, he will be killed."

"ha?"

Mista followed Giorno's thoughts and thought:

"Aren't we done then?"

"Fugo can release purple smoke and poisonous fog, but I can only shoot with a gun."

"Besides, your gold experience doesn't seem to have any range-destroying ability."

"No, there is."

Giorno said meaningfully.

"oh?"

"You can also poison?"

"I can indeed release poison. After all, many plants in nature can release toxic gases."

"But most of these plant poisons that naturally evaporate into gas are not very powerful and can only make people dizzy and nauseous;"

"Most highly toxic plant poisons need to be taken orally or come into contact with blood, so there are many limitations on using them in actual combat."

"So... I actually prefer to use fire."

"Fire?" Mista's eyes were full of curiosity: "Gold Experience also has the ability to set fire?"

"Golden Experience certainly can't set fire, but plants can."

"For example..."

Giorno continued to popularize science:

"As long as the weeds are allowed to pile up, and the gold experience is used to accelerate the respiration and heat production inside them, the heat will continue to accumulate inside the weed pile, eventually leading to [smoldering]."

"That way I'll have fire to use."

"But that's not enough, is it?"

Mista, who was born in a rural area, could not help but question:

"I've seen grass spontaneously combust on my old ranch."

"The speed of spontaneous combustion is too slow. How can it be used in combat to injure people?"

"It's just a 'fire source'."

“The grass provides a source of fire, and other vegetation provides a lot of tinder.”

"For example: eucalyptus trees that can secrete a large amount of eucalyptus oil, dioscorea that can secrete isoprene, and... our local specialty, Mediterranean rock rose."

Giorno's voice paused slightly:

"Did you know?"

"The leaves and branches of the Mediterranean rock rose secrete a volatile essential oil that is flammable."

"It often actively 'kills' itself."

"Suicide, plants can commit suicide too?" Mista widened his eyes in surprise.

"Yes…"

“But it does this for a reason.”

"The Mediterranean climate has high temperatures and heat in the summer, with different periods of rain and heat. Rock roses can easily die of thirst due to water loss in the hot summer."

"So, it chooses to secrete a large amount of essential oil under the scorching sun to create conditions for spontaneous combustion and burn itself to death."

"They themselves will be burned to ashes, and the 'enemy plants' in the nearby land that compete with them for nutrients will also be burned to ashes by the fire."

“And in the rich fire-ground soils of ash deposits, the children of the rock rose will sprout green shoots from their heat-resistant shells and thrive in the embers of their parents.”

Giorno tells an amazing epic story about plants.

As he listened, Mista was moved by the story of a shrub:

"The sacrifice of one generation in exchange for the life of the next generation..."

“It turns out that there are such touching stories in nature.”

"That's right."

"So, don't worry..."

Giorno said to Mista very seriously:

"I will protect you, just like Rock Rose."

"Um."

Mista nodded with great emotion.

"etc…"

He was slightly stunned, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be something wrong with Giorno's words: