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🕑 Added 2024-01-20 16:00:06 +0000 UTCWatching the sunlight that was faintly visible at the end of the corridor, DIO said, "The rest is up to you; I'll start spiritualizing!"
"Yes, leave it to us! Lord Dio!"
...
10:22
On the other side—
In a dimly lit room, Louis Schmidt watched JoJo on TV while eating fruits.
"You did a great job with this JoJo anime."
As he spoke, he touched the three Command Spells on the back of his hand.
Three Command Spells...
And in this dimly lit room in Kairo, there were several others like it.
All were safe havens set up for later evasion.
Four high-ranking dead apostles were responsible for the first wave of interception. After they were all wiped out, it would be Louis Schmidt's turn to act.
Forced transfer of the Command Spells—
In other words, Dio had a maximum of three chances to escape danger.
And all that was needed was to delay for another eight hours.
At that time... it would be the moment for Dio to complete his plan!
...
10:16
In the midst of DIO's escape route—
The White Dragon's knight slowly departed; he was Berserker—
Originally, it shouldn't have been like this. This was the result of Matou Kariya's Command Spells forcibly binding him, summoning him into the Berserker class against his will.
Berserker, devoid of reason, might be more suitable for him in some ways.
Suitable for this incarnation of King Arthur's greatest enemy, Vortigern.
Although parts of his flesh had been absorbed, his blood remained—
The blood seemed to be flowing along something, not just downwards, but beginning to flow in a certain direction.
Continuously flowing towards the feet of that man.
"Hehe... Hehehe—this time, I have indeed devoured it..." Alucard said, taking steps forward: "Delicious! Joseph Wilson, right? Perhaps... it can be put to good use!"
Thump, thump—
He was in pursuit, heading towards DIO!
Along this journey, no matter who died, he would absorb them into his River of Death. Become his strength, become his army—
...
11:17
Boom, boom—
Explosions erupted in the center of Kairo.
Two Servants, simultaneously releasing their Noble Phantasms—
"Clarent Blood Arthur—!"
"Balmung—!"
Boom—
Two beams of light directly covered the land. The surrounding buildings all crumbled, but there were no casualties, as a bounded field had been deployed in the vicinity.
At exactly 11 o'clock, Martha once again confirmed DIO's location, then spent five minutes rushing there, and ten minutes setting up a bounded field, dispersing onlookers.
Then—
Firing the light cannon!
Last time, Berserker failed, so this time, they directly destroyed all the buildings!
The Mage's Association and the Holy Church jointly acted, doing as they pleased!
Financial losses?
Nonexistent!
In large countries like the United States, they wouldn't dare to do this, but...
Egypt cried by itself—
Not killing anyone was already giving them respect—
"THE WORLD!! Stop! Time—!"
The world turned gray.
DIO looked around displeased: "Let me see who's here... Two Sabers... that Lancer called Enkidu is also here, and in the distance, there must be an Archer sniping... and then... dozens of Executors, magus... Ugh, it's really troublesome—and at this distance... it's already beyond the range of The World."
"Well, forget it, let them do it. Time starts flowing—"
Click, click—
Time flowed again; Mordred, holding a sword, looked at DIO, who was being expelled, and said with a smile, "This way, you've been kicked out!"
"Leave it to you... I can't use The World during spiritualization." DIO looked at the sun in the sky discontentedly. With this thing, he couldn't unleash his full power!
"Yes! This time, leave it to me, Lord DIO." The dead apostle named Guy de Dole came forward.
"That is—" Ambrose Conant's face changed slightly: "Not good—everyone, step back—!"
"Too late!"
Boom—
Dark flames covered everyone's vision. When they regained their senses, they were already in the middle of a cemetery.
"What is this?"
"This is his reality marble—Ambrose Conant said: "This time, it failed again... That guy DIO... didn't get pulled in!"
"That's right... I know." Guy de Dole said, the graves on the ground cracking open one by one, and ghouls crawling out: "Even with the reality marble, it's not your match... Not to mention Heroic Spirits, just those Executors are enough for me, but—It's okay, all I need is to delay time, let Lord DIO disappear from your sight!"
"Ha—? Do you think this thing can stop us for a few seconds?" Mordred's sword had a red lightning on it, ready to release her Noble Phantasm. This fragile reality marble would be shattered in an instant!
"Indeed... I alone can't do it, but... with two people, it's possible! Delaying for a few minutes can still be done."
"Two—?"
The next moment, Mordred was stunned, the light on her sword disappeared—?
Her Noble Phantasm was sealed!
"Edward Cassidy... Didn't expect you to become one of DIO's minions." Ambrose Conant looked at the other dead apostle and said: "These people... are all old acquaintances of his."
Due to countless battles fought together in the past.
"Yes!" Edward Cassidy placed his hand on his heart, closed one eye, and said: "What's wrong with serving Lord DIO? Only by dedicating myself to Lord DIO's embrace can I truly find redemption!"
...
11:19
"Ran away again..." Martha sighed softly. "It seems... I have to take action. I can't just wait here. Let me go and deal with that DIO!"
As she spoke, she pushed open the door.
The next moment—her expression changed.
Splash, splash, splash—
"It's raining?" She quickly rushed out of the room to take a look. The sky was already covered with thick dark clouds, and raindrops were continuously falling—
"That DIO's luck..."
