Diapolo's figure kept shaking.

The rich poisonous smoke before began to attack more and more violently after the truth was revealed.

He could feel that under the influence of the terrible toxin, his brain began to gradually lose control.

For a substitute messenger, spirit is the foundation of a substitute, and mind is the most important weapon to defeat the enemy and win.

But the poison in Diapolo now is a terrifying demon that destroys the brain and corrodes the spirit.

His emotions became excited and manic uncontrollably, and hallucinations began to appear in front of him.

"Damn it, continue like this"

"I will lose consciousness sooner or later."

Diapolo knew very well what would be the consequences of losing consciousness in this situation:

"It must be awake"

"Go away quickly."

He pressed his temple hard, trying hard to wake himself up.

But the effect of will is limited after all. Such useless actions of seeking medical treatment cannot save his confused brain that was like a wild horse running freely.

Diapolo stopped like this and fought against his body.

The King of Crimson was then down.

The master's mental state gradually became unfavorable, and the existence of this powerful substitute gradually became less solid.

But even so, Gioruno did not take it lightly.

Because he knows very well now that he hasn't won at all:

Diapolo was just poisoned, but he was seriously burned all over his body.

The wounds that are hard to distinguish are covered with black and red, and the flesh and blood flowing with pus and blood and the charred and deformed clothing are mixed together, so it is difficult to distinguish them.

Not to mention continuing to fight, he now has to endure unimaginable severe pain even if he takes a breath.

Giorno was already in a desperate situation.

The one who can determine his fate now is still Diapolo.

"So"

"Diapolo, can you still act now?"

Giorno waited quietly for the result.

If those toxins were not enough to make Diapolo lose his ability to move so quickly, then he could only accept his fate.

Giorno will still die, but it's not meaningless.

Because he successfully poisoned Diapolo, sooner or later Diapolo would lose consciousness due to toxin attacks.

Even if he dies, his companions who come here will help him solve the situation and pick the fruit of victory.

"bring it on!"

Thinking of this, Giorno accepted fate calmly.

He looked at Diapolo who stopped and had no fear in his eyes:

"Diapolo, kill me!"

"Goruno!" Misda clenched his fists and trembled weakly in the pool of blood.

"Goruno." Porunarev struggled to climb up with the stone pillar, and there seemed to be a strong sense of respect in his eyes.

"Goruno."

Diapolo's figure trembled slightly, as if it was aroused by Giorno's roar.

The next moment

Click.

The world before Giorno flashed.

When he realized it again, Diapolo in front of him was gone.

This terrible man seemed to have suddenly evaporated from the world and disappeared from this battlefield.

"he"

"Leave?"

Giorno's expression was a little surprised, and then he felt relieved:

Diapolo was indeed able to act, but he did not kill people, but chose to escape directly.

It seems that the toxin has indeed occurred to a certain extent.

So Diapolo didn't even dare to kill anyone, and didn't even dare to stay for a second, and used all his last strength to escape:

He must have wanted to escape to a safe place that would not be discovered as soon as possible before Jotaro, Li Qing and others arrived here, before the toxins in his body completely attacked.

"Diapolo escaped, but I am still alive."

"Such result"

Giorno breathed a sigh of relief:

“Not too bad.”

Amid the sigh, Giorno collapsed with relief and lay on the ground with a remnant of flames.

What caught my eye was no longer blood and fire, but the stars in the sky after a dark cloud dissipated.

The stars are shining like a new life

Outside the Colosseum.

A taxi is rushing in the center of Rome's most prosperous city at a speed that can drive the traffic police crazy.

"Guest Colosseum"

"Quick, it's coming soon."

The driver's face was covered with cold sweat.

""

In the back seat, the burly man, who was 1.95 meters tall, was silent.

His sharp pupils were deeply hidden under the wide brim of the hat, and the firm facial lines were still so clear in the darkness.

The decent white coat was already a relatively loose style, but now it was tightened by the knotty muscles that were bulging like mountains.

It's like a volcano that is about to erupt.

This momentum is still shocking in silence.

The driver just glanced in the rearview mirror and was trembling all over by the man's terrifying aura like a tiger at this moment.

He didn't know why the guests he had just carried at the Rome airport suddenly became like this.

Just two calls were received, the burly but approachable man turned into a terrifying beast that was afraid to look at him.

"arrive!"

Seeing that he finally arrived at his destination, the driver felt relieved.

He braked and crossed the car on the roadside of the Colosseum, and couldn't wait to open the door lock:

"You get out, get out of the car."

"Um."

The man in the back seat nodded softly.

He casually took out a few large-value liras from his pocket and threw them in the passenger seat without looking back:

"No need to find money, thank you for your help."

"well?"

The driver was slightly stunned.

He was already ready to be taken to the overlord car, but he didn't expect that this terrifying guy not only gave money, but also was so polite.

"If you scare you, please forgive me."

"I've been so angry that I've been like today."

Hokujo Yotaro, the man Diapolo was afraid of, said with such a cold expression.

As he said that, he looked up at the ancient Colosseum in front of him through the car window in the back seat:

"Porunarev"

"Are you still alive?"
To be continued...