Silver Chariot Requiem

"You... Diavolo!!!"

Polnareff's vision blurred for a moment. The young boy before him had transformed into a figure he knew all too well.

"Polnareff, why aren't you fighting yourself?"

Diavolo stood on the stair landing, his gaze fixed on Polnareff, his tone laced with mockery.

With that, he took another step, heading towards the stairs.

"Just now, time was erased."

Polnareff's expression grew grave. He raised his hand, bit his index finger, and let the blood drip onto his prosthetic legs.

He chose to fight head-on rather than attempt to escape. With his legs completely gone, running was simply not an option.

One drop, two drops, three drops.

Accompanied by a strange spatial tearing sound, Polnareff's consciousness once again fell into a daze.

The blood he had been watching with his peripheral vision instantly became... eight drops!

King Crimson had activated its time erasure!

The process of the blood dripping was completely erased by King Crimson, jumping directly from three drops to eight. And Diavolo, that guy, would definitely use this opportunity to get closer.

Polnareff's gaze sharpened. There was no time to think. He immediately let out a low cry: "Silver Chariot!"

Swish!

Silver Chariot materialized, raising its rapier. It immediately unleashed a 360-degree horizontal sweep, kicking up dust that formed an almost perfect circle.

"Did it work?!"

Polnareff panted, his body drenched in sweat.

"Polnareff, a truly brilliant tactic."

Diavolo clutched his wound, wiping away the blood seeping from his chest. He praised, "You've grown a lot, and your timing is incredibly accurate. If I had gotten any closer, I might have been seriously injured."

"However, the farce ends here."

Diavolo's words sent a jolt through Polnareff's heart. He immediately summoned Silver Chariot, grabbed his wheelchair, and flung himself away.

"King Crimson!"

Time was erased once more. Using the precognitive ability of Epitaph, Diavolo saw Polnareff's trajectory in mid-air.

Diavolo strolled to the finish line to wait. When Polnareff landed, he casually wiped the blood from his wound and swung his arm, skillfully flicking the blood into his eyes.

Secret Technique: Blood Blindness.

A cold smile crept onto Diavolo's lips. He raised his arm high, forming a hand blade, and held it in mid-air.

"The Emperor is me, Diavolo!"

Just as the hand blade was about to fall, Diavolo suddenly sensed something was wrong.

He stopped, looked at Silver Chariot in mid-air, and his pupils contracted slightly.

The Insect Arrow had pierced Silver Chariot's head.

Diavolo was suddenly filled with panic. Gritting his teeth, he raised his arm again and roared, simultaneously canceling the time erasure.

"Time! Resume its flow!"

Diavolo brought his palm down, nearly cleaving Polnareff's entire shoulder. Without giving him any chance, he followed up with a "Black Tiger Steals Heart."

Two fatal wounds completely extinguished Polnareff's life force.

On the verge of death, Polnareff ignored his body's pain and issued his final command.

"Protect the arrow."

Silver Chariot's body began to melt and reform. During this process, a substance, whether liquid or tear, welled up in its eye socket.

The Insect Arrow fell from mid-air. Diavolo reached out and caught it, slowly raising it.

"This... is the Insect Arrow?"

He didn't use it immediately. The current Diavolo was unaware of the Insect Arrow's specific effects.

A dazzling light illuminated the entire arena, successfully drawing everyone's attention.

In a corner, Dawn lit a cigarette.

As he exhaled smoke, he watched Silver Chariot Requiem transforming in mid-air, his eyes flashing with an unreadable emotion.

The power of the Insect Arrow was truly fascinating.

The light emanating from Silver Chariot Requiem successfully attracted Giorno and the others. Dawn also emerged from the darkness and walked towards Diavolo.

"Dawn, you bastard, were you lurking in the shadows watching the whole time?"

Diavolo immediately became wary, not daring to relax for a moment. Having just used time erasure, he needed a moment to catch his breath.

Dawn beckoned with his hand. The Cloud Dragon patrolling the sky immediately swooped down, coiling around Dawn in a dragon-like posture.

Cloud Dragon's gaze fixed on Diavolo, its mouth slightly agape, revealing fangs, looking furious and ferocious.

Even with its current size of only ten-plus meters, Cloud Dragon's power still made Diavolo hesitant, unwilling to act rashly.

Dawn ignored Diavolo, instead turning his gaze to Silver Chariot in mid-air.

Diavolo followed the direction of Dawn's gaze, but his peripheral vision never left Dawn, remaining secretly vigilant.

In mid-air, the light converged, and a mysterious figure clad entirely in black appeared.

Silver Chariot Requiem made its entrance.

"Who are you?"

Diavolo tightly gripped the Insect Arrow, caught between a rock and a hard place, making his whole body feel like it was electrified, his hair standing on end. He demanded, "When did you appear?!"

Silver Chariot Requiem tilted its head slightly, remaining silent, and continued walking towards the outside of the arena.

"Stop!"

Diavolo charged forward. As he passed a corner, his hand felt lighter; the Insect Arrow had vanished.

"Impossible..."

An intense drowsiness swept over him. The entire population of Rome, three million people, including animals, fell into a deep sleep within seconds.

Diavolo's eyes were filled with unwillingness, but he had no choice but to close them, falling into an infant-like slumber.

After an unknown amount of time, everyone gradually woke up.

Dawn opened his eyes, surveyed his surroundings, and got up, heading towards the stairs.

Soon, he saw his own body crouching on the ground, a pair of wise eyes looking at Dawn.

Dawn put a hand to his forehead. That look... it was definitely Narancia.

"Dark history, total dark history."

Dawn walked forward, expertly retrieved the cigarette and lighter, took out a cigarette, and placed it in his mouth.

" Click "

The cigarette was lit, and soon, smoke swirled around.

"Whose body is this?"

Dawn muttered to himself, then took a deep drag from the cigarette, exhaling slowly.

Seeing Dawn start smoking, Narancia's eyes widened slowly, as if he had discovered something incredible.

Not far away, footsteps sounded.

A figure walked around the corner.

Dawn looked up. At least outwardly, it looked like Diavolo.

"Giorno, what are you doing?"

Diavolo spoke with a hint of anger, "When did you start smoking? You're only fifteen."

Diavolo stepped forward and gently took the cigarette from Dawn's mouth, lecturing, "Minors are not allowed to smoke."

Narancia's pupils trembled, his mind reeling, feeling as if he were dreaming.

"Huh? Giorno, me?"

Dawn pointed at himself, looking bewildered.

He then raised his hand and touched his hair, three meticulously styled curls, smooth and stylish.

"Whoa, I've become Giorno?"

Dawn grabbed his curls and smoothed them down. It looked much better this way.

Diavolo frowned slightly. What was going on with Giorno?

He was acting so strange today. He was just correcting a wrong behavior, and now he'd even changed his hairstyle. Could he be going through a rebellious phase?

Meanwhile, the others who had gradually woken up descended into chaos.

Trish, legs spread wide in a decidedly unladylike manner, revealing a large expanse of white, bent down to pick up a handgun from the ground. It was clearly Mista.

"Not at all ladylike!"

Mista crossed his arms, sniffed his armpit, "I stink!"

This was Trish.

Suddenly, Trish seemed to see something and let out a yell, lunging at Mista.

"Don't put your hand down there! And! If you dare spread your legs again, I'll kill you right now."

Trish pinned Mista against the wall, a blush of shame and annoyance appearing on her face.

Mista, being reprimanded, sheepishly touched his face and argued, "But my underwear is really tight and uncomfortable."

"Shut up!"