Chapter 213 Playing with Fire and Getting Burned
The Colosseum, now.
"Hello…"
Hearing Giorno's words "I will protect you", Mista finally came to his senses:
"Damn you, you curly-haired girl, stop trying to be cool!"
"If you try to stop the enemy this way, you'll die even if you win!"
He roared so excitedly in his heart.
Although they had only known each other for two days, they had experienced countless life and death situations together.
This kind of guy, someone he can trust his life to, is a true friend that he could never meet during his years as a gangster.
Mista tried his best to struggle and crawl back, trying to stop the suicidal behavior.
But his broken body had long since lost all his strength, and he could only watch with trembling eyes as the vines spread and pushed him further and further away.
Giorno didn't look back, nor did he stop.
He knows what he's in for.
Like rock roses—
The idea of actively sacrificing oneself for one's offspring is just a literary interpretation. From a pragmatic point of view:
Even if it doesn't spontaneously combust, it will most likely be roasted to death by the scorching summer sun. It would be better to burn itself to death cleanly and take away the weeds nearby that are competing with it for living space before it dies.
Giorno is in the same situation now.
If you fight you will die, and if you don’t fight you will die too, so you might as well give it a try and see if you can take someone with you.
With this determination, he tried his best to drive the golden experience to change the terrain:
"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"
Grass carpets and bushes continued to grow and spread around Giorno.
Under the dim light, the shadowy branches and leaves are connected into a piece, and a faint fragrance spreads wildly.
This ancient Colosseum, which has gone through many vicissitudes of life, has now turned into a beautiful garden full of vitality under the endless brilliant golden fist shadow.
Giorno stood in this plant fortress woven of flowers and green leaves, looking at the invading enemy with a firm gaze.
Similarly, this low wall made of plants also blocked Diablo's way tightly, trapping him in a cramped corner of the amphitheater.
"If you want to get there, kill me first!"
Giorno said with a stern look.
"Oh, don't make the mistake..."
"Now is not the time for you to protect others."
Looking at the green low wall in front of him that "sealed" him out, Diablo's face became more and more angry:
His target now is not just Mista.
The hatred level for Giorno in his heart is not low at all.
Seeing his prey standing in front of him with an unyielding look, he felt as disgusted as if he saw a cockroach with a slipper in its head standing there arrogantly and provocatively.
So, amidst the overwhelming murderous intent and endless anger...
Diablo stopped.
Yes, he uttered the harshest words in the harshest voice, but his feet did not move an inch.
Anger still failed to cloud his head. Even though he was so emotional, Diablo was not stupid enough to charge blindly into the enemy's defense line.
He stopped quietly in the distance, waiting and observing.
The air suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
There was no sound of talking, no sound of footsteps, only the slightly heavy breathing of the few people present.
And obviously, among these breathing sounds, Giorno's breathing became heavier:
"Diabolo is not moving."
"He must be watching me and the plants."
This is an extremely bad phenomenon.
What Giorno wanted to see most was Diavolo being blinded by anger, and then rushing into the flowers to attack him regardless of anything.
In that case, he would accidentally get covered in rock rose essential oil while walking.
And his steps as he moved through the vegetation must have disturbed the carpet of grass on the ground.
The smoldering sparks inside the grass carpet will come into contact with the abundant oxygen outside, and ignite a visible flame in an instant, igniting the large area of plants covered with volatile and flammable essential oils.
By then, Diablo, who was covered in oil and trapped in the sea of fire, would probably be skinned alive even if he was not burned to death.
However, an ideal state is an ideal state after all.
Returning to reality...
Seeing that Diablo's face was twitching , he decided not to be so reckless as to launch an attack directly.
He is like a thousand-year-old turtle. As soon as he senses danger, he will subconsciously retreat into his shell.
No matter how angry.
"What a difficult fellow."
Giorno's expression became more serious:
"With such a cautious personality and such a powerful Stand, I'm afraid I will never be able to take the initiative in front of this man with just my Gold Experience ability."
"In this case, the key to victory or defeat lies in Diablo's next choice."
While Diavolo was standing there observing, Giorno was also nervously waiting for Diavolo's verdict:
"If he decides not to come into contact with these plants at all, and instead uses his Stand to go back to the second floor and bypass the defense formed by these plants, then I won't be able to stop him from killing anyone."
"But if he doesn't notice anything wrong, or even if he notices something wrong, he is confident that he can use the time-cutting energy to break through the defense head-on, then I might still have a chance."
In the final analysis, it all depends on whether Diavolo dares to kill Giorno.
If he was really so cowardly as to swallow back all the harsh words he had just said and didn't dare approach Giorno who was protected by these plants, then Giorno would be helpless.
"So…"
An unprecedented tension came over me.
This perfect boy who looked like the Son of God felt a lingering sense of powerlessness for the first time in a long time.
Human power has been exhausted, and the rest can only be left to fate:
"Diabolo..."
"What would you choose?"
Time passed in deathly silence for several extremely long seconds.
Diablo finally made his choice.
He did not choose to retreat, nor did he go up the stairs and take a detour, but slowly took a step forward.
Step by step, Diablo walked forward.
He came to the low green leafy wall.
Taking one more step forward, he and his double's body would touch a rock rose bush whose leaves were covered with plant essential oils.
Going deeper, his feet would disturb the thick grass carpet, which was smoldering with sparks.
"bring it on…"
"Come in and kill me!"
Giorno suppressed his inner anxiety and waited silently.
However…
At this moment, in Giorno's eyes which were filled with infinite tension...
Diablo paused again.
"This?" Giorno's heart sank.
Diablo curled his lips, which had long been twisted by anger, and laughed grimly:
"hehe."
"At first I was wondering if there was something poisonous on these plants that humans couldn't touch, but seeing you staying in these flowers for several seconds without showing any abnormality."
"In the end, I still didn't expect..."
"What you used was not poison, but fire."
"What?!"
There was a look of surprise in Giorno's eyes:
How did Diablo know that he was going to use fire?
The light is so dim now that the essential oil covering the branches and leaves of the rock rose cannot be distinguished by the naked eye.
How can you tell what kind of plant it is just by smelling it?
However, Diablo seemed to be able to predict the future and saw through his true intentions for no reason.
Could it be that his Crimson King really has another ability besides Time Cut?
This question is very important.
But Giorno no longer had time to think.
The consequences of the plan being exposed are fatal, as it is now:
“What a creative tactic.”
"Once the oil on your body starts to burn, you won't be able to get rid of it even if you turn it on."
"But, unfortunately..."
"I saw that horrific scene clearly before it happened."
The Crimson King slowly walked forward amid Diablo's mocking voice.
"Of course this kind of 'future' that is not good for me must be deleted."
The Crimson King started the time reduction.
During the previous few seconds of waiting, its overload rest ability had been restored.
As time passed, the Crimson King leaned down.
It slashed at the thick grass piled under the bushes in front of it from a distance.
The knife strike did not hurt anything, but only stirred up a small whirlwind.
The whirlwind blew straight towards the haystack, blowing away the dead grass on the surface of the haystack and revealing a smoldering patch of hot sparks underneath.
boom!
Flames shot up into the sky.
The Crimson King quickly pulled back, and the time slash ended.
Giorno didn't react at all.
When he realized that something was wrong, what he saw before him was a sea of fire.
"Plants that secrete oil, piles of grass that spontaneously combust..."
"Giorno Giovanna, you really prepared a nice coffin for yourself."
Diablo stood intact outside the suddenly burning fire.
In his cold gaze, flames devoured everything.
