Decapitation Therapy

"Please let me go. I'm willing to obey!"

Faced with that suffocating fear, Fugo's mental defenses finally crumbled.

He was forced to abandon his dignity and beliefs, and bow his head to the demon who had stolen his body and toyed with his soul:

"Purple Haze."

"Come out!"

Fugo, with his mind already somewhat dazed from the torment, summoned his Stand according to Orlanto's orders.

Orlanto immediately seized the opportunity and gave Fugo, who was already delirious from pain and fear, a mental suggestion:

"Get to work, help me get rid of those troublesome guys!"

"Yes."

A complex and indescribable emotion welled up in Fugo's heart.

He instinctively didn't want to be this monster's lackey, but in the end, he still blankly showed his obedience.

Purple Haze then let out a beast-like roar, her eyes, filled with a savage aura, staring straight ahead.

"Very good. Very good."

Orlanto was laughing hysterically.

Although, strictly speaking, he only had Fugo as his fighting force, Orlanto was full of confidence in this battle:

On the one hand, with his miraculous methods of "stimulating hormone secretion" and "removing muscle restrictions," Fugo can definitely unleash fighting power far exceeding his usual level.

On the one hand, he had already observed that Abbacchio and Narancia were injured and ill, respectively, and had accomplished nothing throughout the entire process, while Giorno and Bucciarati were seriously injured and bleeding profusely, making it difficult for them to move.

If you think about it carefully, only Li Qing on the other side can fight.

"Help me achieve victory, my dear host!"

Accompanied by those disturbing mental suggestions, Orlanto's voice became increasingly arrogant.

However, this arrogance quickly vanished.

Because of Giorno and Bucciarati, these two seriously injured men who should have been on the verge of death are now surprisingly lively and active.

"How is that possible?"

"How could their injuries heal so quickly!"

Orlanto was busy simulating a realistic "library battle" for Fugo, so he couldn't spare any attention to observe other things.

But it all happened in just a few short seconds.

When Orlanto came to his senses, those two guys who had one foot in the urn were actually alive?

He was instinctively shocked.

Meanwhile, Li Qing and Bucciarati, following the pre-arranged battle plan, met Purple Haze's charge without hesitation.

With the antiviral serum available in unlimited quantities, the deadly virus from Purple Haze could no longer pose a threat to humans.

Without the ability bonus from the killer virus, Purple Haze is just a power-based, unskilled character who only knows how to use basic attacks, and she's the kind of reckless person who doesn't think things through.

Soon, it encountered a humiliation it had never experienced since its birth, and learned what it meant to be brutally beaten in the face.

"Go for it, the Gold Experience!"

Seeing that Purple Haze was successfully restrained, Giorno immediately charged forward with Gold Experience, his blade aimed directly at Fugo's original body, which was being parasitized by Orlanto.

The next second, a storm of Riot Games filled Fugo's entire field of vision:

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"

"Hateful."

"He actually attacked the main body directly. Isn't he afraid of hurting this little brat I'm parasitizing?"

Orlanto was slightly surprised.

He immediately took over Fugo's torso and limbs, and forcibly removed the muscle restrictions in a way that would cause permanent damage to the human body, allowing this ordinary body to unleash power capable of punching a Stand.

Fugo, manipulated by Orlanto, and Gold Experience, controlled by Giorno, clashed Riot Games repeatedly in mid-air, creating a deafening roar.

"This guy is going all out."

"Does he intend to cripple the host and then control both me and the host?"

While busy manipulating Fugo and the Gold Experience to exchange punches, Orlanto couldn't help but wonder about Giorno's intentions.

As it turned out, his guess was far from bold enough.

While Gold Experience and Fugo were exchanging blows, Giorno had already moved like a ghost to Fugo's side and revealed his gleaming dagger.

The dagger gleamed coldly, sending a chill down Orlanto's spine.

Although he himself has no neck, in order to better control his host in battle, he has already established a real-time "sensory communication" with Fugo.

He could sense everything that Fugo could sense.

"Hey, hey."

Orlanto paused for a moment, then scoffed:

Why are you holding a knife?

"You don't actually think you can cut me off my host with a knife, do you?"

"Fool! My body has long been fused with this guy's flesh and blood; it's absolutely impossible for anyone to separate me!"

"I know."

Giorno's voice was as cold as the glint of the blade:

"So, I'll cut you and him down together!"

The instant those words were spoken, he had already drawn his sword.

The indestructible blade first produced a sharp whistling sound in the air, then easily sliced open Fugo's nape like a hot knife through butter, severing Fugo cervical vertebrae and tearing apart his blood vessels, muscles, and nerves.

"Ah?!"

Orlanto suddenly felt a chill on his neck; this time, it was truly cold.

This is especially true of Fugo.

He didn't even have time to react before he watched helplessly as he was lifted into the air, while his body crashed to the ground.

The next instant, the Purple Haze vanished without a trace, and Orlanto remained motionless.

The face that grew on Fugo's body, just like Fugo's body that had fallen to the ground, first suddenly stopped moving, and then began to twitch slightly without his consent.

"What did you do?!"

A furious roar erupted from the flat ground.

The one who spoke was not Orlanto and Fugo, who were no longer able to speak, but Bucciarati, whose face was full of shock and anger.

He entrusted Fugo's life to Giorno, but he never expected Giorno's solution to be so simple and brutal.

Giorno did not respond.

He knew Bucciarati would be worried about his companion's strong reaction, so he didn't waste any words from the beginning.

Faced with the shock and confusion of those around him, Giorno answered directly with facts:

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"

While Fugo's mind was still warm, Gold Experience began to frantically pound the ground.

The cement block on the road was infused with a massive amount of life force, and it quickly began to wriggle, twist, and deform, eventually turning into a fleshy lump about the size of a basketball that was still pulsating.

Then, Giorno, holding Fugo's head, casually slammed it onto the lump of flesh—

Fugo's severed neck was somehow connected to this grotesque mass of flesh without hands or feet!

"Aaaaaaah!"

Fugo let out an indescribable howl:

"Well?"

"I can actually talk?"

"Etc."

He strained to lower his gaze and clearly saw the fleshy mass growing below his neck, barely larger than his head:

"What... what the hell is this?!"

"This is the temporary body I created for you."

"There is a simple life support system inside that can keep you from dying for the time being."

Giorno explained calmly.

"Body?"

Fugo was nearly driven mad.

He thought Orlanto was the biggest psychopath he'd ever encountered, but now another madman was targeting him:

"What the hell!"

"Who the hell wants to live in such a bizarre body?!"

Fugo couldn't help but swear.

He really wanted to jump up and slap Giorno.

But his body now looked like a cheap snowman made of two balls stacked together, and he couldn't move at all.

Don't worry.

Giorno gently lifted Fugo from the ground:

"I told you, this is just a 'temporary' body."

"The internal structure of the human body is too complex to create a complete body so quickly."

"This fleshy ball can at least save your life. After the battle is over, I will slowly help you restore your body."

"I see."

Upon hearing this, Fugo, who was on the verge of madness, finally calmed down:

"So, that means I can turn back into a normal person, right?"

"Wait. What about Orlanto?"

He suddenly realized what was happening and immediately turned his worry into joy:

"I see!"

"If I completely discard the body that's being parasitized, then that parasite won't be able to do anything to me!"

"That's right."

Giorno nodded, then turned his gaze to the headless corpse lying on the ground not far away:

After losing its head, it became completely still.

Orlanto, who resided on the mutilated corpse, seemed to have stopped breathing as well.

"It's a success."

"That monster must be dead."

Giorno breathed a long sigh of relief.

However, at that very moment, a mocking voice rang in his ear:

"Yeah?"

Are you really sure I'm dead?

The one speaking was the head that Giorno was holding.

However, the voice did not belong to Fugo.