Chapter 215 Let's Go Beat Someone Up
Diablo's body was shaking.
The thick poisonous smoke became even more violent after the truth was revealed.
He could feel that under the influence of the terrible toxin, his brain was gradually beginning to spin out of control.
For a Stand user, spirit is the foundation for controlling the Stand, and the brain is the most important weapon to defeat the enemy.
However, the poison that Diablo is in now is exactly the horrible demon that destroys the brain and corrodes the spirit.
His emotions became uncontrollably excited and manic, and hallucinations began to appear before his eyes.
"Damn it...if this continues..."
"It's only a matter of time before I lose consciousness completely."
Diablo knew very well what the consequences would be if he lost consciousness in this situation:
"Must...must...wake up..."
"Hurry up... leave now."
He pressed his temples hard, trying hard to wake himself up.
But the power of will is ultimately limited. Such useless actions of desperate attempts could not save his confused brain that was running wild like a wild horse.
Diablo stopped and struggled with his body.
The Crimson King then paused.
The master's mental state gradually deteriorated, and the existence of this powerful substitute gradually became less solid.
But even so, Giorno still did not take it lightly.
Because he now knew very well that he had not won at all:
Diablo was only poisoned, but he was severely burned all over his body.
There were indistinguishable black and red wounds all over his body, and the flesh and blood oozing with pus and the charred and deformed clothes were mixed together, making it impossible to tell them apart.
Not to mention continuing to fight, he would have to endure unimaginable pain just to take a breath.
Giorno is in dire straits.
The person who can decide his fate now is still Diablo.
"So…"
"Diabolo, are you still able to move now?"
Giorno waited quietly for the result.
If the toxins were not enough to make Diablo lose his ability to move so quickly, then he could only accept his fate.
Giorno will still die, but it won't be meaningless.
After all, he succeeded in poisoning Diablo, and Diablo would lose consciousness sooner or later due to the effects of the poison.
Even if he died, his companions who arrived later would help him deal with the rest and reap the fruits of victory.
"bring it on!"
Thinking of this, Giorno accepted his fate calmly.
He looked at Diablo who was standing still, with no fear in his eyes:
"Diabolo, kill me!"
"Girono!" Mista clenched his fists and trembled weakly in a pool of blood.
"Giorno." Polnareff climbed up with difficulty, holding on to the stone pillar, his eyes filled with deep respect.
"Joe...Lu...No."
Diavolo's body trembled slightly, as if he was angered by Giorno's roar.
The next moment...
Click.
The world in front of Giorno's eyes flickered.
When he came to his senses again, Diablo had disappeared in front of him.
This terrible man seemed to have suddenly evaporated from the face of the earth and disappeared from the battlefield.
"he…"
"Left?"
Giorno's expression was a little surprised, and then he felt relieved:
Diablo was still able to move, but he did not kill anyone and chose to escape directly.
It seems that the toxin has indeed taken effect to a certain extent.
That's why Diablo didn't even dare to kill anyone, and didn't dare to stay for even a second, and used all his last bit of strength to escape:
He must have wanted to escape to a safe place where he would not be discovered as soon as possible before Jotaro, Li Qing and others arrived here, and before the poison in his body took effect completely.
"Diablo escaped, but I am still alive."
"Such a result..."
Giorno breathed a sigh of relief:
"It's not so bad."
With a sigh, Giorno collapsed as if relieved, lying on the ground with his arms and legs spread out on the ground that was still warm from the fire.
What meets the eye is no longer blood and fire, but a sky full of stars after the dark clouds have dispersed.
The stars are shining, like a new life.
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Outside the Colosseum.
A taxi was speeding through the busiest city center of Rome at a speed that would drive the traffic police crazy.
"Guests...Colosseum..."
"Soon, we're almost there."
The driver's face was covered with cold sweat.
“…”
In the back seat, the burly man, 1.95 meters tall, was silent.
His sharp pupils were deeply hidden under the wide brim of his hat, and his resolute facial lines were still so clear in the darkness.
The well-fitting white coat was originally a loose-fitting style, but now it was stretched tight everywhere by the muscular muscles that bulged like mountain peaks.
It's like a volcano about to erupt.
This momentum is still frightening even in silence.
The driver just took a quick glance in the rearview mirror and was trembling all over with fear at the man's terrifying aura, like a tiger.
He also didn't know why the passenger he had just picked up at the Rome airport suddenly became like this.
Just by receiving two phone calls, this burly but approachable man turned into a terrifying beast that no one dared to look at.
"arrive!"
Seeing that they finally arrived at the destination, the driver felt relieved.
He braked suddenly and parked the car sideways at the Colosseum, then impatiently unlocked the door:
"Please get out of the car."
"Um."
The man in the back seat nodded slightly.
He casually took out a few large-denomination lira bills from his pocket and threw them on the passenger seat without looking back:
"No need to change the money. Thank you for your help."
"well?"
The driver was slightly stunned.
He had already prepared himself to be treated as a freeloader, but he didn't expect that this scary-looking guy would not only give him money, but also be so... polite.
"I'm sorry if I scared you."
"I haven't been this angry for a long, long time."
Jotaro Kujo, the man that Diavolo feared, said this with a stern expression.
As he spoke, he looked up through the back seat window at the ancient Colosseum in front of him:
"Polnareff..."
"Are you still alive?"
The Colosseum certainly can’t give the answer.
But the fire and smoke rising in the Colosseum indirectly told him that the current situation was not optimistic at all.
Jotaro's strong heart, which had been tempered by countless hardships, could not help but tremble at this moment:
The last call was a minute ago.
On the phone, the evil man named Diablo was clamoring to cut Polnareff in half with one sword.
But at that time, as a close friend who shared life and death with him, Jotaro could do nothing.
All he could do was yell "Stop."
After that, Jotaro had no idea what happened in the Colosseum or what happened to Polnareff.
But what he knew was that he would never let Diablo go now.
No one can harm his fellow man.
Anyone who has ever hurt his companions, no matter how powerful, will eventually pay with his life.
"Star Platinum!"
Without any hesitation, Jotaro summoned his most reliable comrade.
This humanoid stand named Star Platinum appeared on the curb outside the car and helped his master open the back door of the taxi.
If Li Qing and others were here, they would definitely be amazed at the appearance of this humanoid substitute——
This guy's painting style is different from everyone else's.
The Gold Experience and Steel Chain Fingers both have a sturdy figure, while the Platinum Star has a burly figure with bulging muscles, and his whole body is filled with a unique kind of violent aesthetics.
The golden shoulder armor, white loincloth, and cool and simple clothing further highlight its wildness.
The muscles that were always exposed were as hard as cast steel or iron, with clear edges and corners, and they trembled slightly with his breathing.
Every slight movement can make people inexplicably feel an indescribable oppression.
This is the invincible Star Platinum known to the world.
"Star Platinum, let's go..."
"Let's go beat some people up."
Jotaro stroked the brim of his hat, revealing .
With that murderous declaration, he stepped out of the car and stood next to Star Platinum.
Then…
Jotaro had just taken a few steps forward and hadn't even gotten close to the gate of the Colosseum.
A middle-aged man with pink hair suddenly came into view.
