Useless Tactics

Ghiaccio chased them into the kitchen with murderous intent, cornering Fugo and Narancia.

Those transparent, solid air particles, barely perceptible to the naked eye, constantly surrounded the area like stars around the moon, emanating an invisible chill that instilled a sense of despair.

A terrifyingly low temperature gradually enveloped the entire room, and the place where Ghiaccio stepped was covered by a layer of ice emitting white smoke.

The water pipe on the workbench was frozen and burst instantly, and the water inside expanded and overflowed after freezing.

Unlike water pipes, the gas pipes laid along the wall did not freeze or crack.

However, under the terrifyingly low temperature that struck almost instantly, the thick gas pipe was instantly covered with a layer of white frost, and the inside of the pipe even emitted a rather ominous slight cracking sound as the metal material turned from tough to brittle.

Visibly, the space around Ghiaccio had turned into a death trap.

They don't even need to be touched directly; as long as they get within a certain distance, the terrifying cold will freeze them immobile within seconds.

But Fugo and Narancia did not escape.

Although they indeed had nowhere to escape, Ghiaccio could vaguely sense that they were not simply waiting to die.

"The way those two kids look has changed."

"This is not the look of deserters; they are thinking about fighting, not running away."

Ghiaccio was very familiar with this kind of gaze.

Many tough guys have shown him this look, but they all turned into lifelike ice sculptures with that will to fight to the death.

To the powerful and perfect White Album, such a gaze is as ridiculous as a fat sheep twitching its hooves in front of a lion.

"Since you couldn't escape, you're preparing to fight back?"

"So, what are your countermeasures?"

The overwhelming advantage did not go to Ghiaccio's head; he was not so complacent as to forget to think.

He carefully observed the two prey cornered in front of him, pondering what methods they would use to fight this hopeless battle.

Soon, Ghiaccio noticed that Fugo and Narancia had some extra items in their hands.

These things seem to be the source of their courage to rebel, and the key to their plan to crack the White Album's abilities:

"Alcohol? Oh, I see."

"You guys really didn't disappoint us by coming up with a solution to the 'Silent Cry' so quickly."

In his heart, Ghiaccio silently "praised" Fugo and Narancia's intelligence.

As if by divine inspiration, he suddenly understood the solution that the two little devils had devised in their desperate situation.

Sure enough, just as Ghiaccio was about to close in with that deadly chill, his opponent made his move as he had predicted:

"Purple Haze!"

This muscular humanoid Stand stepped forward, but unlike before, it didn't recklessly engage in a close-quarters battle with Ghiaccio that it was destined to lose.

It stood far away at the entrance of the wine cellar and suddenly hurled a whole case of liquor at the top of Ghiaccio's head.

Narancia and Fugo also joined in, each wanting to have as many bottles of liquor as possible, and casually tossed out the bottles of strong liquor they were carrying.

Dozens of bottles filled with highly concentrated, clear liquor flew up above Ghiaccio.

Before the chill could freeze the wine, Narancia acted swiftly:

"Aerosmith!"

The small plane that had been circling nearby suddenly adjusted its attitude and changed direction.

A burst of fire erupted as Aerosmith unleashed a barrage of bullets at the still-suspended wine crates.

The bullets shattered the fragile bottles in an instant, and the liquor inside spilled out and poured down in all directions.

A torrential downpour began to fall on Ghiaccio's head.

He immediately lowered his head and covered his mask with his hands—the liquid would freeze instantly if it got on the armor, and if it covered his mask and obstructed his vision, it would be very bad.

However, while this easily protected the mask, the transparent ice crystals floating around Ghiaccio were inevitably soaked with a large amount of the falling liquid.

The liquid liquor and solid air mixed together and instantly froze under the ultra-low temperature.

While the solid air is almost transparent and indistinguishable, the frozen liquid can be easily seen with the naked eye.

When the intangible becomes tangible, this ability called Silent Cry is no longer so mysterious.

"I saw it!"

"I saw those floating 'ice blocks'!"

Narancia let out an excited low shout.

At this moment, due to the large amount of alcohol mixed in, the solid air that was floating around Ghiaccio like stars all revealed its true form.

The enemy's barrier was no longer transparent, so Narancia could use his naked eye to find gaps in the enemy's barrier and try to shoot bullets through them.

"Stop daydreaming!"

Ghiaccio raised his head from the rising steam:

"If your partner, who can make bullets curve, were here, maybe you could succeed."

"How could your toy plane, which can only attack in a straight line, possibly break through my 'Silent Cry'!"

He mocked Narancia with such composure.

And not a single word of this mockery was wrong:

Indeed, there are gaps in the solid air surrounding Ghiaccio that can be pierced by bullets, and those gaps are quite wide.

But these air ice crystals formed a hollow, multi-layered armor, layer upon layer—

For a bullet to pass through the openwork and hit the vents behind the multiple layers of protection, the bullet would have to be able to curve.

Clearly, Aerosmith does not have this feature.

Its bullets don't turn, making it impossible for them to bypass barriers and pass through gaps.

Although it can still throw small bombs, given the speed at which those bombs fall, they would probably be frozen in mid-air by Ghiaccio before they even hit their target.

"See that?"

"Didn't you want to use the solidified wine to make my 'Silent Cry' visible?"

"Now that I've shown it to you without any cover, what can you do about it?"

Amidst the cold shouts, Ghiaccio moved even closer to his prey.

Fugo and Narancia's previous efforts seemed like a joke, and all their fuss only brought them greater despair.

Narancia

In this desperate situation, Fugo cast a complex and unspoken glance at Narancia.

Narancia returned Fugo's calm and composed smile:

"I'm in."

Amidst that barely audible sigh, Narancia Jiadu's gaze instantly sharpened like a knife.

The small plane, which had been flying at a distance, avoiding the cold air, suddenly lowered its nose and swooped down towards the vortex of cold air below, like a hawk striking down.

"Oh?"

Ghiaccio, located at the center of the cold air, was slightly taken aback:

The damage suffered by the Stand will be reflected back to its master. This behavior of ignoring the influence of the cold air and rushing straight at the Ghiaccio's main body is tantamount to courting death.

But no matter how foolish this behavior was, at this moment, Aerosmith had already unleashed a speed that was beyond anyone's reaction and was charging toward Ghiaccio with a desperate attitude.

Sizzle—

The small plane scraped past the ice crystals suspended on the outermost layer of air, making a screeching sound as it flew across the fuselage.

At the same time, a large, shocking patch of blood suddenly appeared on Narancia's body.

But he did not give up, and Aerosmith did not stop there.

Narancia's will was shining brightly, and the small plane squeezed through the wide gap between the ice crystals in the air.

The fuselage rubbed violently against the ice crystals, and the propellers were desperately pushed to their maximum speed in the terrifying cold.

And so, inch by inch:

The Aerosmith squeezed its entire fuselage into the gap between the ice crystals in the air, and in this way, it sent the cannon muzzle of the nose all the way to the Ghiaccio vent at the back of the neck of the aircraft.

"Since ranged attacks can't hit this hole—"

"Then I'll press the muzzle of my gun against your ventilation port at close range and launch an attack from the nearest position!"

Narancia is now a hero, a warrior:

Unable to take down the enemy's bunker with long-range fire, he carried his own gun, crossed the line of fire and trenches, and blocked the enemy's machine gun muzzle at close range.

"Aerosmith"

The chill had completely permeated the Aerosmith, which was trapped in the ice and snow, and this deadly cold also reflected back onto Narancia without reservation.

He was frozen almost unconscious in an instant by the terrifyingly low temperature.

But before completely losing consciousness, Narancia still managed to issue a final command to Aerosmith:

"Fire!"

Amidst the terrifying white smoke that turned to ice with breath, a dazzling burst of fire suddenly erupted.

The bullets shot out in a flash of light, the flames seemingly able to dispel all the cold.

Whether this attack is effective or not, it will be the final blow for Aerosmith and Narancia in this battle.

"Fugo".

Narancia seemed unconcerned about whether his desperate attack would succeed.

Before his body completely stiffened, he took one last look at his companion beside him:

"This is my realization."

"Victory is entrusted to you."