Uplifting Journey

The epitaph of the Crimson King, without exception, shows the future——

The devastated land is about to be ravaged again, the exhaustion of mental and physical strength will reach the limit, and the blood of the self-proclaimed emperor will be scattered wantonly.

Under tremendous pressure, Diablo has made great progress in controlling the epitaph. He can clearly see a completely different future with every movement, every adjustment of posture, and even every change of thought. Trajectories, but countless possibilities, always converge to the only end point——

die.

Diablo breathed heavily and quickly. In the face of imminent death, his behavior was no different from the mortals he despised——

The heart is full of disbelief, the face is full of absurdity, the trembling arms convey a trace of hysteria, and the faint fear is dotted with the eyes

--I lost? Failed? I didn't even see the appearance of the enemy, so I'm going to die? No. This is ridiculous!

Who the hell? After muttering, Diablo puffed up his chest, opened his arms and roared towards the dark ruins, Stand up and face me! Who are you?!

There was silence in the relatively flat ruins because the material was crushed too finely, and the relatively intact buildings in the distance stood there like dark giants, quietly watching the roaring man.

The enemy hidden somewhere obviously has no intention of showing up at all—the battle between stand-in messengers is never fair and just. Now that we have the advantage, we must persist, consolidate it, and turn it into a victory.

Kujo Jotaro, who has a wife and daughter, is quite rational. He is no longer like when he was young, he would give his life and death enemies a breathing space in order to vent his anger more freely.

Time is passing by mercilessly, and reality is moving closer to the future of death little by little.

Diablo suddenly lowered his arms, his green pupils trembled frantically for a moment, his vision refocused after a brief slack, and his ups and downs were suppressed by rational thinking.

. Time stops there was an inexplicable change in the tone of the voice, Diablo stood in the dark and said to himself, Yes, this is the only possibility. Didn't expect me to face him in this situation.

——I have always carefully concealed my true identity, and indirectly controlled the development of enthusiastic organizations involved in the field of substitutes through various methods. Could there be potential reasons for worrying about time-stoppers?

Wait. Diablo shook his head violently, and when he came back to his senses, he grasped his heart, which was beating fast and slow, with an ugly face, Hiding identity. Enthusiasm is not my purpose at all, I Obviously for the sake of

It was as if two icebergs had been crushed together in his soul. After a brief waking up, Diablo's consciousness became hazy and fuzzy again, and he began to transform into another form irresistibly.

But at the next moment, Diablo's sanity was awakened again by the shock wave and the ubiquitous shrapnel.

Diablo, who was shocked, instinctively controlled the Crimson King to protect his body. The crimson fist shadow followed the predicted trajectory, tearing out a living space in the chaotic air, and wounds of all sizes appeared on the non-fatal parts of his body instantly. Diablo snorted.

Diablo, who staggered a few steps under the huge force and his eyes wandered, murmured a few words at a very high frequency, and then he groaned angrily from his mouth after standing still: .Bastard?! When did you .I am the master of this body! Don't make trouble! Tobio!

After the peak of the offensive, Diablo didn't care about the fragmented shrapnel and the bleeding wound on his body. He pressed his fingers against his throbbing temple, and in the midst of a severe headache, he tried to use his willpower to force another soul named The erosive influence of Tobio's juvenile personality is pushed out.

However, even though Diablo's split-personality behavior was quite strange, the next wave of offensives by the time-stoppers still did not delay at all.

Damn it. Diablo, whose mental and physical strength was on the verge of collapse under internal and external pressure, suddenly noticed that the strange sense of turmoil in his soul had completely disappeared, and he immediately activated his substitute ability, trying to prolong his life, The Crimson King! Time Remove!

Layer upon layer of ghost images emerge from everything, and the ghost images intertwined with countless movements transform the world into a chaotic and gorgeous starry sky.

The chaos woven with countless possibilities only collapsed and unified in the part interacting with Diablo. In Diablo's normal field of vision, the gravel carrying huge kinetic energy penetrated his body like a phantom, unable to give he did any harm

temporary.

He didn't hold back his hand and cut with all his strength for more than ten seconds, which was enough for Diablo, who was on the verge of collapse, to breathe slowly. This period of time might allow him to stay away from the center of the ruins full of barrage, and it might even allow him to escape temporarily. The enemy's sight.

But no matter where he fled, the rolling thunder that tore through the air would firmly bite his traces, and the overwhelming attacks would follow like a shadow in the future.

Think about the aftermath of the lightning shock that crushed nearly a thousand meters before. During the short period of time when he was cut off, he couldn't leave the incredible pursuit range of the time stopper. How would he deal with the seemingly endless pursuit of Time Stoppers?

The sense of despair of not being able to see a more distant future gradually infected the backbone of consciousness in the chaotic thoughts. Standing in the chaos, Diablo did not move a single step, watching helplessly as the end of time eradication approached.

Quietly floating behind Diablo, the Scarlet King with a strangely shrunken face on his forehead, his four eyes slowly turned to the man diagonally below, a hint of disappointment and self-mockery flashed in the green pupils——

【.It's ugly.】

Diablo froze all over, and the very familiar indifferent voice from behind stimulated his consciousness like a basin of ice water poured from his head. He turned his head abruptly and saw it.

The empty back seat of a taxi. And the speeding road receding through the rear window.

This is me.

The huge astonishment made Diablo unable to control the movement of his body immediately. At some point, the steering wheel in his hand turned violently as he turned around, and the taxi turned and hit him directly. On the guardrail at the edge of the road!

The high-speed taxi broke through the guardrail with the piercing sound of metal friction and twisting, spinning in the air and falling towards the icy water.

The strong sense of weightlessness and the rotating pier and water surface in front of him made Diablo recover from the stupefaction caused by the time-space switch and the dizziness caused by the impact. The arm of the Crimson King extended from his shoulder like a torn The deformed car door was torn apart like white paper.

With the help of the stand-in, Diablo, who was slamming on the car, got out of the car safely during the fall, and grabbed the raised steel ladder on the surface of the bridge pier with his extended crimson arm.

Diablo, who was still in shock, took two deep breaths. He looked at the taxi silently sinking below his eyes, and then his eyes fell on his body.

.What's going on? The palm brushed against the intact skin on the side of his waist, Diablo frowned deeply, .It's strange, the wound on my body, etc., when did I get hurt? Before...Before I .”

A huge sense of contradiction raged in his mind like a gradually forming storm. The memory that should have been clear and clear surrounded a huge fault and split into countless incompatible and self-conflicting fragments.

In a trance, Diablo saw a completely different past - he saw himself leaving without hesitation after observing the battle between the assassination team and Chocolat, and found The still functioning means of transportation sped away towards the road away from the city.

But at the same time, he saw himself trying to test Risut and the shadows behind them, and then a fierce battle broke out in the dark city.

Parallel histories overlap, and the special memory mechanism of human beings makes it impossible for these conflicting memory fragments to form a context that can be clearly understood and recognized by Diablo. But in the end, it can only stop in front of the abyss-like fault——

No matter what kind of past, it is not complete

The memories of the past are blurred and broken, and the most critical memories closest to the now have not left even a trace, only the abruptly changing scenes and the twinkling moon can prove their existence.

Diablo has never experienced this phenomenon, but he clearly knows what this phenomenon means——

. My time, cut off?

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