Divine Abilities and Transformations

Purple!

This was the first time Dawn had drawn a purple ability. Unlike before, when drawing an ability meant he had to figure it out on his own, this time, the moment he drew it, a flood of information about the ability surged into his mind.

[Stand: Beyond Imagination: Dragon Tamer]

When this ability is activated, it creates a dragon egg in its primordial form. It can absorb most substances and develop into different forms based on what it absorbs.

The dragon can hatch at any time. After hatching, it grows rapidly and possesses the Divine Power of Size Manipulation. Its upper limit is determined by the substances absorbed by the dragon egg's form, but its total mass will never exceed 1,000 kilograms.

"A purple ability really is something else."

Dawn muttered to himself, clasping his hands together in a prayer-like gesture and shouting loudly: "Dragon Tamer!"

His clasped hands suddenly parted, and a dazzling white light erupted from the center. As the light faded, a pale white object the size of an ostrich egg materialized.

The dragon egg was pale white, its surface covered in scale-like bumps. A faint, barely visible miniature dragon silhouette swam inside the egg, lively and carefree.

Without a moment's hesitation, Dawn hurled the dragon egg at the motorcycle Baby Face was using to escape.

The dragon egg firmly adhered to the motorcycle's fuel tank. In an instant, the motorcycle seemed to fade away, vanishing as if it had never existed.

Baby Face could no longer bear it. With a terrified shriek, it dissolved into countless blocks and burrowed into the ground, fleeing recklessly into the distance.

Wherever Baby Face passed, the ground broke apart into countless tiny blocks. Giorno immediately gave chase. At the same time, the distant team members also noticed the commotion.

Just as everyone's eyes converged, the pale white dragon egg floated into the air, transforming from the inside out into a metal dragon egg. The dragon silhouette inside growled restlessly.

Roar!!!

A dragon as thick as an arm burst out of its shell. Its body gleamed with metallic silver, and beneath its scales, flames seemed to burn, flickering yet awe-inspiring.

The young dragon grew with the wind, its body swelling several times as it moved, turning into a Metal Long Dragon over twenty meters long. Because it had hatched early, its total mass was only between 200 and 300 kilograms, so its body was hollow.

Despite being hollow, it still possessed considerable combat power. The metal dragon whipped its tail in a charge, swooped down close to Baby Face, and slightly opened its metallic jaws, revealing a Spark Plug crackling with electricity at the back of its throat.

Boom!!!

Hot oil sprayed out, instantly turning into a scorching pillar of fire upon contact with the Spark Plug. The immense force tore up the ground, and the high heat quickly roasted Baby Face crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, its screams unending.

Baby Face only managed a brief shriek before being reduced to a pile of charcoal under the relentless blaze, dead beyond dead.

After Baby Face died, Bucciarati and Trish, who had been turned into blocks, reverted to human form and came back to life.

Roar--

The metal dragon let out a long howl, its voice carrying far. Its body coiled upward, soon hidden within the clouds, sometimes growing larger, sometimes shrinking, showing its head but not its tail.

"What happened?!"

The team members rushed over to ask. Giorno glanced at Dawn, then at the faint dragon silhouette in the sky, and slowly said: "Bucciarati and Trish were just attacked by an enemy Stand, and Mr. Dawn dealt with the enemy."

Everyone looked at Dawn. Fugo bowed in respect: "Thank you, Mr. Dawn."

But the little plane was completely offbeat. He seemed to hear something in the sky, looked up, and let out a loud "Wow!"

"Wow! That... there's a big snake in the sky! A huge snake!"

Fugo punched him on the head and shouted angrily: "That's a dragon, and it's Mr. Dawn's Stand. You idiot, Narancia."

"Huh?! Aren't dragons big winged lizards? That's clearly a flying snake!"

Fugo couldn't be bothered to argue with him and punched him again. As the smartest member of the team, he simply couldn't tolerate Narancia's idiotic remarks.

With that matter settled, Bucciarati's team set off again.

The sky was still overcast with dark clouds. The metal dragon swam along, hiding above the clouds, escorting Dawn.

Not long after they left, White Album of the Assassination Squad arrived, but he was too late. He slammed the steering wheel in fury.

White Album had no choice but to call Melone to explain the situation.

On the train, Melone answered the phone while shaking a test tube in his hand, about to create another Baby Face Stand to pursue. Suddenly, a snake covered in charcoal sprang out.

It was a venomous snake that Giorno had created using Golden Experience, reactivating Baby Face's remains to take out its user.

Caught off guard, Melone was bitten by the snake on the spot. He convulsed and fell to the ground, dying in resentment.

"It's done."

Giorno said as he drove.

Dawn, in the passenger seat, smoked a cigarette without comment. His gaze was fixed ahead. Of the seven members of the Assassination Squad, only two remained, but both were extremely troublesome.

Dawn had given up on [Stand: Beyond Imagination: Demon Lord Descends] and chosen Emperor Engine and Dragon Tamer. Among them, Emperor Engine had little effect on Stand users, whose mental fortitude was generally higher than ordinary people, especially those who were highly confident in themselves.

The earlier Baby Face and Radish Pesci—one was a newborn killing machine, the other a mama's boy—both had immature minds, so they were as easily affected as ordinary people.

But the upcoming battles wouldn't be so easy.

Fortunately, he had now drawn [Stand: Beyond Imagination: Dragon Tamer], gaining a reasonably powerful offensive tool.

The two in the car fell silent. Meanwhile, Bucciarati's team on the turtle's back received a message from the Boss.

As the Boss instructed, Abbacchio summoned Moody Blues to rewind time. Moody Blues twisted and transformed into an old man.

Moody Blues' ability is to rewind time at a specific location, transforming itself into the person involved and replicating their past actions.

After the old man finished relaying the information, he had Bucciarati take Trish to a certain place. He raised his pistol, ready to shoot himself, but suddenly paused. His gaze fixed on empty space, devoid of emotion, he said, "Bucciarati, there's one more order."

The group exchanged glances, their hearts filled with shock and uncertainty.

The old man continued, "Bucciarati, do you intend to betray us?"

Bucciarati's breath nearly caught in his throat. He instinctively glanced at Giorno, who was driving outside—this was something the two of them had discussed in private, never mentioned to anyone else.

"Bucciarati, you've been deceived. To prove your loyalty, kill the man traveling with you. He is an enemy."

The old man's next words made Bucciarati exhale in relief, but then the conversation took a sharp turn, causing Bucciarati's eyes to widen in disbelief.

"Dawn is an enemy?!"

The little plane stared at the old man in surprise, having learned his lesson this time and refrained from shouting.

After speaking, the old man raised his pistol, aimed it at his temple, and pulled the trigger.

The image of brains splattering vanished, and Moody Blues returned to its normal form.

"Bucciarati."

Fugo looked at Bucciarati, always the rational one.

Bucciarati furrowed his brow. Setting aside Dawn's overwhelming strength, just considering the help Dawn had provided along the way, he was unwilling to make a move against him.

Bucciarati pondered for a moment, then slowly spoke, "Mista, you and Giorno take Mr. Dawn to Venice Station to retrieve the disc."

Mista lowered his head slightly, his hands clenched tight, brows knit together, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Sex Pistols floated in the air in small groups, looking at Mista with some confusion.

Bucciarati approached Mista. Everyone else, whether lounging on the sofa or standing upright, watched him.

Once close to Mista, Bucciarati whispered a few words. Mista froze for a moment, then immediately nodded.

"Leave it to me, Bucciarati."