"♪--"
A melodious pipe organ tune reached the boss's ears.
"They're here! They're finally here!"
Jiang Xiaofeng turned around and found himself high in the air, holding a can of potato chips in his hand.
"The ' Silver Chariot Requiem,' controlled by Polpo, has arrived..."
The King Crimson behind the boss has once again opened his Epitaph.
But nothing happened.
In Diavolo's eyes, he seemed to have fallen asleep, slowly sitting down against the wall, and losing consciousness...
How could that be!
Diavolo couldn't believe he'd been hit and was about to throw a punch.
This is, " Silver Chariot Requiem."
Diavolo's movements suddenly went limp, and his hands fell limply to the ground.
"Wait... who are you?!"
Diavolo forced himself to his feet and summoned the King Crimson.
"What's that mark on your neck?"
"Who exactly are you...?"
Diavolo's body gave way again, and he slowly slid down the wall.
"Turn your head around..."
Diavolo's eyelids grew heavier and heavier; the only thing he could see was a dark figure slowly descending the stairs...
" Chariot, go and bring back Anubis!"
Polnareff appeared behind Polnareff Chariot Requiem and gave orders to the Chariot.
Surprisingly, the Chariot only glanced at Polnareff symbolically before slowly walking to Anubis's side and hanging him on its waist.
" Silver Chariot Requiem," have you used your ability again?
"When I haven't given the instruction?"
Polnareff walked around to the front of his Requiem and asked somewhat irritably.
Requiem simply nodded and continued walking outside.
"Hey! We have to take down Diavolo before we can leave this place!"
Polnareff, holding his own Requiem, tried to stop Requiem from leaving.
"I have already launched the attack."
The Requiem finally stopped, gazing intently at its master.
"Oh? Is that so?"
Polnareff shook his head.
"No, the most urgent task right now is to completely eliminate Diavolo, not to leave this place!"
"Although I don't know exactly what your abilities are, let's launch an attack anyway!"
Requiem nodded slowly.
"Understood."
After saying this, Requiem left the broken tower without another word and went to the platform below.
No matter how Polpo tried to stop him, he couldn't.
"Ah, this is Bucciarati!"
Polpo followed his Requiem down to the bottom and immediately spotted Squad the Captain Bucciarati.
Behind them were Mista, Trish, and Giorno, all fallen.
"So they've already arrived here?"
"It's really lucky that they didn't attack the boss directly just now..."
Polnareff sighed and picked up the tortoise beside him.
"This seems to be another Stand user..."
"No, ' Silver Chariot Requiem '!"
Polnareff suddenly shouted his own Requiem.
Chariot Requiem, who was standing to the side, looked at his master.
"What exactly is your ability?"
"Is the only ability he has really to put everyone around him to sleep?"
Chariot Requiem silently pointed to the fallen Emperor and the others.
"The ability has begun to activate."
While Chariot Requiem was speaking, Giorno had already gotten up.
No, the soul inside this body that's now standing up should be Little Plane, Narancia.
"Where... where am I...?"
Narancia struggled to sit up.
Am I asleep?
At this moment, Trish also woke up.
The soul inside this body is Mista.
"What exactly happened...?"
Mista rubbed his eyes. "It's already dawn."
At that moment, the two noticed Polnareff.
Who are you?!
Mista stepped on the pistol, causing it to spring into his hand.
Narancia then put on his glasses and summoned " Aerosmith ".
"Don't get agitated! You two..."
Polnareff hesitated for a moment.
"Judging from your appearance, you must be Giorno and Trish, right?"
Polnareff explained to the two of them.
"I'm the one who contacted your team, Jane Pierre Polnareff."
"The boss is currently fast asleep up there. If you'd like, you can send... his double to check on him..."
Polnareff was clearly hesitant.
Because the appearances and Stand abilities of these two people don't match at all.
It's like I have a different soul...
Polnareff in surprise and ran to his own Requiem: " Silver Chariot Requiem! Your ability isn't to exchange the souls of living beings, is it?!"
Chariot Requiem remained silent.
Polnareff: "Stop pretending to be mute! Speak up!"
At this moment, Mista and Narancia noticed something amiss.
Mista ran to Trish's side, wanting to see whose body it was.
Narancia, meanwhile, held the tortoise, staring incredulously at his reflection in the gemstone.
"Could it be that my body and Giorno's body... no, no, it's our minds! Our minds have been..."
"Could it be that while we were asleep, Giorno, Mista, Trish, and I, our spirits, transcended our physical bodies and swapped places?"
Polnareff stood to the side, his face dark with Tactics malice, trying his best to avoid drawing attention.
"I... I..."
Trish looked at the mirror, at Mista's face, then at Mista 'Trish body beside her.
"Um!"
Mista's face instantly contorted in pain.
"What on earth is going on with this face and this body?!"
"It stinks! My armpits smell so bad!"
Trish clutched her head and screamed in agony.
"Hey, wait a minute, Trish! This isn't the time to worry about that! That's a Stand attack!"
"I'm certain this isn't the boss's ' King Crimson '!"
"There must have been some reason why our minds were switched!"
Having finally calmed Requiem, Polnareff put it away and came to Requiem group, just in time to hear Mista's words.
"..."
Polnareff coughed.
"Everyone, shouldn't you all be paying attention to that guy over there?"
Polnareff pointed to Bucciarati, who was lying on the side.
"Oh, before that, let me introduce myself!"
"I am Jane Pierre Polnareff, the one who contacted your squad to deal with Diavolo!"
Polnareff a JoJo pose, marking his entrance.
"Hello, Mr. Polnareff."
Giorno was clever and immediately understood what was happening; the man in front of him must have noticed the whole thing.
"Excuse me, what exactly do you mean by the ability to deal with your boss?"
Jiang Xiaofeng floated in the sky, casually tossed aside the empty can, and took out another can of potato chips.
"As expected of my 'son,' if he wanted, it wouldn't be impossible for Giorno to rule this new world..."
"Click click click..."