The king is I, Diablo!

That girl...has a blood connection with me, so I must kill her!

After seeing the existence of the father-daughter pair, Diablo, who originally planned to come out to investigate the enemy's situation, suddenly had such an idea irresistibly, and put it into action.

But what I didn't expect was that the man suddenly pushed the girl out of the scarlet king's range. As a result, Diablo could only take advantage of the time to kill the man first, and when he was about to continue to give the girl another knife, But he found that the man turned around and looked directly at himself who was hiding in the crowd and using Tobio as a cover.

"Hey, Diablo, are you over there?"

Although the blood was still flowing from his chest, the man's expression remained unchanged, and he even waved to the men in black who had been following him in the distance.

"Go and inform Jotaro, Trish, that you leave with them."

"But, father, you..."

"I'll be fine, you just go first."

Turning around to face his "self" in this world, Dilo called out the spiral of the dead, hooked his fingers at Diablo, who was still in the shape of Tobio, and smiled mockingly.

"Why, do you think I haven't found you?"

This guy... actually knows himself?

Diablo's expression became serious. He looked at the girl who had run away with the man in black from a distance, and then at the man standing in front of him. He decided to kill this man first.

That girl just has the same blood as her, but this man knows his true face and must get rid of him.

"Who are you? Why do you know my name?"

The crowd had already scattered and ran away because of this sudden change, and Diablo no longer tried to hide it, standing up from the ground, with the Crimson King behind him waiting for an opportunity.

"who am I?"

The hair that had been tidied up fell down. Seeing that there was no one around, Dilo simply took off his shirt and looked at Diablo with a smile.

"Guess who I am?"

How can it be?

Diablo's eyes widened. Although he felt a sense of familiarity when he first saw this guy, he never imagined that this guy actually had the same appearance as himself.

No, they look a little older than themselves, and it is definitely not only the same in appearance, but even some deeper things are the same.

"who are you!"

"who am I?"

Dilo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then ran towards Diablo.

"you guess."

"The Crimson King!"

time leapt—

Although he doesn't know what's going on with the man in front of him, Diablo can't control that much anymore. No matter what secrets he has or what plans he has, as long as he turns him into a dead person, it will be fine. .

so...

The Crimson King raised his hand and aimed at Dilo's head.

go to hell!

Time resumed—

But what Diablo didn't expect was that the man seemed to have anticipated the direction of his attack, then turned his head to avoid it, and then punched the Crimson King in the face.

boom--

Diablo looked at that man in disbelief, not because he was beaten so hard, but...

How the hell are you using your body as a stand-in!

Diablo never imagined that there would be a stand-in messenger who let the stand-in watch the show and went up to fight by himself-fortunately, he also asked the Crimson King to guard against that weird stand-in, and finally Dilo himself came punch.

"You bastard..."

"You're the bastard, right?"

Dilo was actually a little puzzled. It stands to reason that he should lose consciousness quickly after the chest piercing, and he originally planned to buy Trixie a time to evacuate, and then let Valentine or Kira bring him from Arakizhuang, but ...

How did he become more energetic?

Obviously, blood was still flowing from the blood hole in his chest, and he could even see the scene behind him through the hole, but Dilo didn't feel uncomfortable at all, instead, he was in an unprecedentedly good mental state.

but...

Since it is a good thing, there is no need to think about it.

Moving his joints, Dilo looked at Diablo in front of him and showed a 'kind' smile.

"Come and fight with me, I have wanted to crush you for a long time."

"Diablo."

And on a tall building in the distance behind Dilo, Kishibe Rohan was sitting on it, looking at the two confronting figures in the distance, he used a pencil to make a patch on Dilo's pierced chest. Big red hearts.

Although it is not a serious product, and it is quite rough, it should be enough to keep him going until the end of this battle, so the rest is...

Kishibe Rohan turned his head away, watching that hard-headed guy bring his angel stone sculpture down from the sky, with a wry smile on his face.

The two who were supposed to meet in heaven met on the roof. I have to say this is kind of ironic, but...

"Do you regret it?"

John asked.

"Do you regret it?"

Kishibe Rohan asked back.

So both of them knew each other's answer.

"Could you not be so brainless, you want the horse to run and make the horse not eat grass, are you worthy of your title of 'sage'?"

"I've never been a 'saint', it's just that they called me that, and I didn't refute it, and you know that."

"Okay, okay, if you don't refute, you will acquiesce, but..."

Draw a city wall out of thin air, the illusory barrier surrounded John, and Kishibe Rohan outside the barrier raised his pen, and the gate of heaven behind him also appeared beside him, holding the same pen in his hand Pen, one person and one stand-in ready to go.

And within that illusory barrier, John raised his hand.

"Since it's you, I can do more."

"It doesn't matter."

Kishibe Rohan shook his head, he was already prepared for this when he stepped on the boat, so he didn't show any surprise.

And so the stone angel split open.

It moved its body, the wings on its back were constantly shaking, and the stone skin on the surface was constantly peeling off, revealing the body formed by the condensation of light and threads.

It's been a long time since I saw you...

Kishibe Rohan shook his head, watching those illusory lights and threads spread, piercing through the illusory fortress, and then going back around, finally weaving a set of simple but clean white clothes on John's body, and a pair of A pure white scepter.

And behind John, the pure white angel who lost those lights and lines also slowly descended, and raised the sharp blade burning with the holy flame in his hand.

"bring it on."