He opened the gun, saw there were still several bullets inside, and then aimed the scope at Johnson Joffrey's head.
I don't care if you live or die, I'm firing this shot no matter what!
"Bang!!"
The bullet left the barrel with a loud bang—
As if hearing a metallic sound—
The suddenly appearing Reversed Hierophant caught the bullet he fired with its fingertips.
Diavolo's pupils instantly dilated, but before he could react—
Johnson Joffrey's Stand—Reversed Hierophant—suddenly appeared, caught the bullet, and, with a baseball-throwing motion, instantly hurled the bullet as if it were a handgun—
The bullet cut through the moving air like a shot from a handgun, generating sparks from the friction, and the force was so strong that the bullet began to twist in the air—
"Wh—" Before Diavolo could even think, King Crimson suddenly appeared and blocked the bullet with its right arm—
"Bang!"
The bullet again made a loud noise, twisted its own body in the air, and then immediately ricocheted to the ceiling.
The moment the bullet was thrown from Reversed Hierophant's hand—
Johnson Joffrey grabbed his phone and rushed towards Polnareff, falling into the sea with him—plummeting into the sea with him.
"What…" It was only then that Diavolo realized what Johnson Joffrey had just done!
The floor Diavolo was standing on instantly collapsed, and at the same time, the entire lighthouse was pulled apart as if it were a toy—
"Rumble—"
The entire lighthouse collapsed with a thunderous roar, as if exploding—
The sensation of falling was quite brief, and the impact with the water wasn't painful. The gurgling sound of the sea began to echo in his ears...
Polnareff struggled in the water. His Stand, Silver Chariot, suddenly appeared, swimming quickly to grab his wheelchair and push him up.
However, Silver Chariot was only a combat Stand, and its swimming ability underwater was no better than an ordinary person's. Its strength to lift him was almost giving out.
Polnareff began to thrash, and as he thrashed, Silver Chariot also became disoriented, unable to see the direction ahead.
Suddenly, a pair of hands lifted him. Polnareff saw Johnson Joffrey's hands gripping his waist, pushing him forward with force—
Reversed Hierophant also grabbed his wheelchair.
—
"Hah... phew..."
Johnson pulled Polnareff out of the sea—
He settled him back into his wheelchair, then looked at the collapsed lighthouse, panting.
That was too fast... Polnareff watched the not-so-tall lighthouse twist and then crash down.
"My Reversed Hierophant's ability is to connect lines. I had already prepared before going upstairs, drawing out the lines from the first-floor and connecting them to the top-floor."
Here, it wasn't connecting bullets, but after being pierced through the abdomen, he lay on the ground and pulled out the floor lines, then connected them to the first-floor. He had already pulled them out before coming up to help Polnareff.
Johnson Joffrey narrowed his eyes, looking at the lighthouse that had collapsed in an instant. He measured the distance with his index finger. Thankfully, before he left, he had pulled out Giorno's energy line, allowing him to continuously supply energy like a healer.
Before going upstairs, he had pulled out the Reversed Hierophant line from the first-floor, and then after falling to the ground, he casually pulled out the line from the top-floor—
Casually pulling lines is a good habit.
Reversed Hierophant lines would disappear after Reversed Hierophant vanished, but the connection would not change, so Diavolo couldn't see them.
Once connected to Giorno, it was impossible to forget. That feeling of abundant energy, the sensation of being able to instantly blow up a vampire's head, was truly exhilarating.
Johnson turned his head and saw the Reversed Hierophant line connected to Giorno gradually shortening... Giorno, my brother, is on his way.
Despite all my calculations, I still couldn't get the arrow. If it were you, Giorno, you should be able to get the arrow, right? Because the arrow chooses people. Rather than the arrow choosing people, it's fate that chooses people, and you are the chosen one.
Polnareff, however, understood the current situation. He didn't know what use he still had to be worth Johnson saving, but he roughly understood who his arrow should be given to... If Diavolo had arrived a few minutes later, he would have given the arrow to Johnson... But now the arrow was gone.
"Joffrey, the explosion of a small lighthouse cannot kill Diavolo. While he hasn't come out of the sea yet, let's leave quickly."
"Why?"
Johnson looked at the dilapidated lighthouse, as fragile as a soft cake pressed down from the top. He couldn't help but recall when he first awakened his Stand, instinctively connecting a lawnmower and a wardrobe. Time passed so slowly... "We cannot defeat him without the arrow..." Polnareff said urgently, "His ability is not just Time Erase..."
Johnson Joffrey frowned, looking at a line on Reversed Hierophant's fingertip. That line was constantly shortening; Giorno was rushing over... My Stand and Giorno's Stand are exact opposites. I absorb life force like absorbing a vampire, while Giorno creates life force—
The old me would never have been so fast. Not only were the wounds on my abdomen completely healed, but I also had a lot of untapped power. This is the life I chose, from the day I decided to write down the story...
From the moment I decided to keep fighting... Diavolo, I will definitely defeat you, with the power of my Reverse Hierophant ACT2 - Gold Experience.
"I'm not leaving; I'm going to smash Diavolo's head in."
Polnareff couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly as he looked at Johnson Joffrey, swallowing and saying,
"You haven't seen the horror of a time-based Stand. Staying here is irrational."
"I already understand that," Johnson Joffrey said. "I must defeat Diavolo, otherwise I will never be at peace."
Johnson Joffrey said expressionlessly, then pointed towards the dilapidated lighthouse, nodding slightly, his narrowed crimson eyes filled with fighting spirit, and he loudly declared—
"You think so too, don't you, Diavolo?!"
Diavolo struggled to crawl out of the ruins, looking utterly disheveled—
He had been hit on the head by several stones. He didn't have the Joestar Family bloodline; ultimately, he was just an ordinary person with a decent physique.
He shook off the lime dust from his pink long hair, and Johnson Joffrey's voice echoed in his ears. He looked up to see the man loudly questioning him.
Diavolo breathed slightly, his voice hoarse and deep, saying, "If I don't kill Johnson Joffrey, I will absolutely never achieve eternal peace..."