Uplifting Journey

"Oh? Just start from 'now'?" The accent emphasized the timing, and the Crimson King looked at the dark double in front of him thoughtfully, "It seems that the power invested by the alliance here is not as much as I thought before." So strong."

However, the silver chariot Requiem, which showed a trace of consciousness like a flash in the pan, has fallen into a state of silence again at this moment, and has not responded to the crimson king's temptation at all.

The Crimson King, who didn't get a response from the Silent One, shrugged, turned his gaze to Polnareff next to the dark double: "Your double seems to have acquiesced to the time I occupied in the past, as for now, Ah

"Polnareff, it doesn't even take ten seconds for me to kill you, and I still have a few months of future in my hands. Let me see how much you can use your so-called will to act as a stand-in." ?”

Polnareff, who had been taking the time to control his body, was stunned. He glanced at the black stand-in with the silhouette of a western cowboy beside him, and scratched his palm with some difficulty——

Although the silver chariot awakened as Requiem possessed an extremely mysterious soul ability, its original super-high speed and sharp cutting ability disappeared, which somewhat made Polnareff a bit uncomfortable as a soldier .

Relying on the fragments of information constantly flashing in his soul, Polnareff gradually became familiar with the new power of the stand-in. He felt that as long as he spent a period of time concentrating on research, he could obtain the original most convenient power in the Requiem. That power and even more power.

But now it is definitely impossible to catch up. With the current state of the silver chariot Requiem, it is indeed a bit troublesome to defeat the Crimson King who can easily destroy his own soul mechanism.

But isn't companions just for entrusting each other with trouble?

Gradually deeply feeling the feedback from the silver chariot Requiem and all activated soul organs, Polnareff showed a wonderful smile on his face.

At this moment, the Crimson King, who had confirmed that the power of the silver chariot Requiem was restrained and hidden, launched an attack without hesitation.

Between the steps, the erasure of time has already started, flames, ruins, pools of blood, vehicles...everything around them falls into misty chaos amid overlapping phantoms.

After the timeline was torn apart and transformed into a large number of possible trajectories, the figure of the Crimson King also spread around like an erupting volcano along with the forward pace.

Two, four, eight, and sixteen red and white figures stacked on top of each other almost filled all the movable positions in this space, squeezing towards the silver-haired man in the center like an overwhelming sea.

This is the possibility of the Crimson King himself in the derived timeline. Any one of him completes the attack and kills Polnareff, and the reality of the world will collapse and close to the timeline that determines life and death.

"Even if you only have a 1/10,000 chance of dying, you will be caught by me 100% of the time, mere human, how are you going to fight against me?!"

All the Crimson Kings laughed loudly for the first time, and the sound waves before and after were twisted and overlapped in the time-deleted space, rolling towards the only true gathering of the enemy's death.

closer, closer

A certain Crimson King's knives with five fingers together had passed through the defense of the powerful Polnareff from a dead corner when he was resisting other possible attacks, and his fingertips were about to pierce the back of his head.

The gap of one decimeter, one centimeter and one millimeter is shrinking infinitely, but it seems that it will never disappear

The Crimson King, who had already focused most of his energy on this possibility, suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart—was this attack a bit too long?

No. The value of distance divided by time is still the limit of the speed of the current stand-in. But what is this wonderful feeling? Could it be that my thinking speed has become faster?

——The time of the world is like a page-turning animation. The villain in the painting may know how many pages of "time" he has to turn to reach another place, but if he doesn't jump out of it, he will never know how many pages he has to turn. How much higher level time and space is needed for pages. It will never be known what will happen if someone stops turning or even inserts a new page.

Relying on the connection with the higher-level power behind him, the Crimson King of this world barely maintained his thoughts and noticed a little abnormality, but there was no room for struggle.

He can only feel that the countless timeline possibilities opened up by his ability are rapidly disintegrated with the footsteps of a person who has invaded the timeline domain.

".I don't know why, but I can see you in your ability now, Diablo"

The tall man with his hands in the pockets of his white windbreaker walked into the square from behind the Crimson King, and the blue-purple stand-in blasted all the red and white figures along the way into pieces amidst the mighty roar of "Ola".

That was Jotaro Kujo who activated the ability to stop time, and Star Platinum who implanted the soul mechanism and broke free from the shackles.

The subtle feeling brought by the soul mechanism reminded Jotaro of a past - after killing Dio, when he followed the ritual requirements of that strange notebook to find the corresponding place on the earth for exploration and exploration, he vaguely There is also a subtle feeling similar to this time.

However, now is not the time to think about these things.

The burly stand-in with the strongest basic quality instantly destroyed the phantom of the Crimson King of all timeline branches in the field, and by the way even the corpse of the red-haired man lying on the ground was crushed into mud, and then took the man in white for an instant He came to the side of the most solid crimson king behind Polnareff.

"Oh?" Jotaro looked at the Crimson King's eyes that were frozen quietly in front of him, unable to move at all, and looked carefully at the opponent's eyes, "Can you see me? Can you still think?" Is it

".Speaking of which, when we fought Dio back then, we could also invade each other's time-stopped domain, and maintain a little space for thinking and action in the static world. Is this the privilege brought by the time system substitute?"

The emotion on his lips did not hinder Jotaro's actions in the slightest. He controlled Platinum Star with an extremely serious attitude, and used all his strength to vent the emotions accumulated during this period of time through his fists on the only remaining crimson. on the king.

With the double face being crushed by Ola with a punch, the Crimson King became a dead leaf in the thunder storm in the blink of an eye, completely shattered and completely disappeared without any resistance.

Putting away the ability of the evolved version to stop time, Jotaro, who replaced the Crimson King and appeared on the field in an instant, was about to say hello to Polnareff, but the mutation happened again——

For the Crimson King whose power is spreading in a wider area, the death of a certain world line at a certain point in time is obviously far from representing his real death

Re-watching jojo, the more I read it, the more I feel that it is a mistake to write jojo with my poor writing style. Chef jo is contradicting himself

I can’t write that kind of expressiveness and spiritual connotation in words. I can only use my brain to plug private goods in the background setting, but the more I do this, the more I feel far away from jojo’s spiritual core. I always feel that something is wrong emmm

Hurry up and let the Crimson King gg. It’s been a long time since I’ve been working on this sideline leading to the background. But I dug deeper with the strange ability of the original Red King, and it’s too ridiculous before I know it. I can only introduce the background of jojo and force gg up.

The expressive power of the visual system such as manga animation is really impressive. But if I studied manga back then, I’m afraid it would be at the level of a stickman full of narration. Human vision has a limit.

Station b 6b! I'm so high!