The king is I, Diablo!

"Do you believe in fate?"

Sitting on the comfortable sofa, Dilo leaned back slightly, with a lazy sense of happiness on his whole face.

As expected of the Italian people, although they are not very good at war, they can be said to be second to none in terms of art and enjoyment.

Valentine sat quietly aside, with a calm expression, but there was unconcealable joy in his eyes.

"destiny?"

Giorno frowned, completely unaware of what the man in front of him meant.

"What the hell are you talking about..."

"There is a star mark on the back of your body, that is your destiny, inherited from your two fathers."

"You know who my father is!"

Giorno excitedly jumped over the tea table above the table, grabbed Dilo's collar, but quickly put it down again.

"Sorry...I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's normal, I can understand."

Dilo stretched out the slightly deformed clothes that Giorno had pulled, and then lay back on the sofa. At this moment, Buccarati finally couldn't help expressing his own doubts.

"You just said you know 'fate', then..."

"The Colosseum, that's where you're buried, Bucciarati."

"And the person who killed you..."

"It's 'Boss'."

"Pfft~"

Dilo squinted dissatisfiedly at Valentine who couldn't hold back his laughter again. He didn't know why this guy had such a low laugh, but Valentine also knew that he would accept it when he was good, so he quickly restrained his smile and stood up again. face.

But Bucciarati on the side fell into shock.

Although he didn't know how to prove it, he could feel that what the man said... seemed to be true.

It was an intuition that surpassed the intuition of time and space, allowing him to directly see the future.

Giorno and Bucciarati looked at each other, confirming the authenticity of the news from each other's eyes, and then looked at Dilo with serious eyes.

"What are you..."

"Hey, Bucciarati, I'm back."

The most fleshy man in the whole golden wind came over saying hello, and saw four people sitting on the sofa at a glance.

"Yo, Misida, hello."

Dilo greeted with a smile, but Mista's hellish eyes greeted him.

"Hey, Bugarati, who are these three people?"

"...guest."

After hesitating for a while, Bugarati finally chose to fool the past. After all, even if he already believed in something like 'fate', it still couldn't prove that what the man in front of him said was right.

Maybe it's a kind of hypnosis or psychological suggestion?

But Dilo still stayed there lazily - I don't know why, it's been half an hour this time, and the 'Inscription' has not been activated, as if the Golden Experience Requiem has expired.

But of course Dilo knew that this was impossible. He felt that it should be because of Gold's ability to experience Requiem that he had countermeasures, so he gave up the piecemeal "accidental" death method, and instead planned to save a wave to deal with him. One hit kills.

But it's good, at least I have more free time, and I can take a little breather.

"who are you?"

"Speaking of which, an unknown well-meaning prophet originally wanted to go and watch the opening ceremony of the 'Grand Fate', and then help you slightly modify your fate in the dark, but this blond brat disrupted the plan."

"Why are you helping us?"

"because..."

Dilo stood up and opened his arms, as if he was going to embrace the sky, but his head was lowered to look at Giorno and Bucciarati, with a devout and holy expression, coupled with his strange color scheme, it was like It was a fallen angel who crawled out of hell and stood on the cross.

"This is fate."

Then he turned his head to look at Mista, who had no idea what they were talking about, and smiled happily.

"It's 44:44:[-] on Thursday afternoon and there are four people in the house besides you."

"Very lucky, Monsieur Misida."

"Shut up!!!!"

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After persecuting Mista and leaving a few seemingly innocuous words, Dilo and Valentine left Bugarati's house.

"What, are you leaving now?"

"if not?"

"I thought you'd stay and help them."

"Everyone has their own way to go, all I can do is give them a 'reminder', but the rest of the way..."

Dilo raised his head and looked at the black figure that was getting closer, with a wry smile on his face.

"You have to go by yourself..."

boom--

The pitch-black stone ball brushed past Dilo's side, and the strong wind blew up the hair of the two of them, and finally hit the ground, showing countless Dilo's death.

This is a stand-in, or a stand-in that Dilo is very impressed with, its name is 'Rolling Stone', and the owner of this stand-in...

Dilo looked up, and the man with the thorns just stood there, wearing a golden holy robe under the sunlight.

"You're not a simple sculptor...no, you're not that sculptor."

At first, Dilo thought it was Rolling Stone who came to euthanize him, but when Dilo looked over, he found that the sculptor seemed a little different from the original work, such as...temperament.

Valentine turned his head to Dilo with some doubts. Dilo didn't dodge the attack just now, so he didn't dodge either, but now it seems... these two people seem to know each other?

"You can call me 'John'."

As he spoke, the man approached.

His expression was calm, his eyes were clear, and there seemed to be illusory wings of light behind him. When he pressed his palm lightly, the rolling stone automatically returned to his side.

John...

Dilo narrowed his eyes.

"...a saint 900 years ago?"

"No, I'm not him, he's not me, we're different."

The man stopped about five meters in front of Dilo, and pointed to Dilo's right hand.

"You're closer to a 'saint' than I am, aren't you?"

Although Dilo didn't know what he was talking about, he raised his right hand and looked up, but found nothing unusual.

"It's not the time yet."

The man shook his head, his eyes seemed to see a more distant and profound scene through Dilo, and he raised a hand.

"However, in order to prevent you from changing your destiny and leading this world into an invisible abyss, I still want to be your enemy."

"what are you talking about?"

Dilo couldn't remember what happened before, but this didn't prevent him from knowing that the man in front of him was about to make a move.

So Di Luo also called out that the deceased was spiraling by his side, ready to deal with the next possible attack at any time.

Dilo remembers that Rolling Stone's ability is to force euthanasia when touched, so... isn't it overcome by my 'inscription'?

Although he thought so, Dilo didn't dare to take it lightly. You must know that the person in front of you may be a "saint 900 years ago", and a piece of "remains" can trigger the existence of a substitute.

But in any case, Dilo didn't expect what happened next.

That is...

The expressions of Dilo and Valentine became serious, and there was a trace of tension in their eyes.

The rolling stone melted, and a stone-carved angel floated out of John and stood quietly behind him.

Where the Rolling Stone had just melted away, two new stone sculptures stood up.

A Crimson King, a Crazy Diamond.

PS: Guess what John's stand-in ability is, someone guessed that I will add an update today.

PS2: I will post the next chapter later