Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 339 The Unspeakable Death

Just today, March 3.

Just this afternoon, at 15:11.

Naples, in a dark alley.

Diablo had just been attacked unexpectedly by a round stone.

The owner of this stone told him that the name of this stone is: "Rolling Stone".

"Rolling Stone?"

Diablo firmly pressed the body of the sculpture artist named Scribe, also known as "Rolling Stone", to the wall of the alley:
"After all, this is the substitute you released!"

He has already regarded Sklippie as an assassin who deliberately murdered himself.

And that weird stone is that guy's substitute, a deadly weapon.

But Scribe hastily denied:
"no no no"

"Michelangelo, who shined in the Renaissance, once said:"

"I don't have any idea in my head when I carve marble, I never think about how to carve the stone because the stone itself shows the shape of how it should be carved, and all I do is take that shape from Take it out of the stone."

"."

Diablo was silent for a while.

The Crimson King grabbed the other party's neck suddenly:

"speak English!"

"Cough cough."

Scrippie was pinched and coughed:
"I mean"

"I can't command the Rolling Stones at all, it's doing exactly what it wants. "

"It's the Stone of Destiny!"

"It will perceive the fate of the dying person, and will carve itself out of the dying person's 'shape of fate'—that is, his death."

"."

He carefully described the abilities of the Rolling Stones.

It turned out that the so-called Rolling Stone turned out to be a death bird, an oracle machine, and it also came with a special service for early euthanasia.

Diablo fell silent again.

This time, there was endless anger brewing in the silence:

"Bastard!"

"You don't know how to live and die, you were just talking."

"I, the invincible Diablo, the dark emperor who controls the entire Italy, am I about to die?!"

"That's right."

Scribe's voice was very calm:
"Since the "Rolling Stones" are looking for you, it means that you will die soon. "

"It's fate."

"Bullshit!!"

Diablo roared angrily:
"Already doomed fate?"

"A sculpted form of death?"

"Your useless stone stand-in has been completely destroyed by me long ago!"

"It didn't carve anything at all, it was smashed into powder by me, and it was scattered in the air!"

"How can there be any sculpture? How can there be any destiny!"

"This"

Hearing Diablo's somewhat groggy roar, Scribe's expression changed drastically:
"You, you just said"

"After the "Rolling Stone" came to you, it didn't carve anything, and it was already crushed into powder? "

"That's right!" Diablo said angrily, "I don't believe in any future death or predestined fate!"

Facing Diablo's faintly crazy roar, Scribe's tone actually showed some pity:

"Sorry. I've never seen anything like this before."

"But... since "Rolling Stone" came to find you, it means that you will definitely die in the near future. "

"And it was completely destroyed without engraving your death image, that's probably because"

Scribby swallowed his saliva with a shocking tone:

"Your death is too miserable to be expressed by the art of 'sculpture'."

About two hours after The Rolling Stones appeared.

In the port warehouse by the sea, Diablo finally knew what fate was.

He has never understood what a "dead appearance that can't be described by sculptures" is. Could it be turned into ashes, broken into powder?

And now, Diablo knows:
His death is to be completely wiped from this world by the power of time.

Because he violated the rules of time and became a system loophole that must be fixed.

Diablo is now disappearing under the influence of some indescribable great force, like a web article describing the parts below the neck.

Not even a speck of ashes will remain, as if this man named Diablo never existed.

Sculpture naturally has no way to portray a dead body that does not exist at all.

"Ahhhh!"

Diablo screamed in fear.

In fact, this disappearing process is not painful, it is similar to his previous experience of the virtualization process through time and space.

The traversal process of Ouroboros is like this:
It first disappears under the transformation of the power of time and space, then enters the long river of time in some indescribable form, and finally returns to the past through the long river of time, and re-condenses the human body in the past.

But now, Diablo can inexplicably feel:

I am simply disappearing.

There is a certain irreversible force that is dragging him into the long river of time.

But this time, he will not travel to the past, and he will never come back.

"Don't. Don't"

"Don't come near me!!"

Diablo howled wildly at the indescribable power.

But the rules of time cannot be touched, and his illusory and transparent body gradually returned to nothingness in the end.

Like a photo with the transparency adjusted to 100%, Diablo completely disappeared from this world.

next moment.
The next moment.
Li Qing waited cautiously for a few seconds, but Diablo didn't reappear like he did when he crossed before.

This time, he did not take the power of time and space to travel to the past, but was taken away forever by the power of time and space.

In the past, it was boarding, riding, getting off, and returning by car.

Now when I get in the car, the door is welded shut, and I can't get out again.

"Diablo is dead."

Li Qing let out a long sigh of relief.

In fact, what he said is somewhat inaccurate:

Diablo was completely transformed into a form that could exist in the time latitude, and was imprisoned in the long river of time forever.

He might live a long time, maybe forever.

After all, there may be no concept of time in the latitude of time.

In a sense, Diablo gained immortality in that prison of time.

But for Li Qing, for this world:
Diablo was indeed dead.

His existence has been completely wiped from the world.

Maybe he still lives in the latitude of time, but how can human beings understand what the latitude of time looks like.

Time is a long river, and is time really a long river? It is just a forced description by human beings with their poor imagination.

Trapped forever in that incomprehensible, undescribable, unobservable time dimension
There is no doubt that Diablo is dead.

He died beyond description.

Because no one can describe existence in a time dimension.

"everything is over."

"Diablo, farewell."

Li Qing became the final winner.

He took one last look at the place where Diablo disappeared, and there was no trace of him there.

Then, Li Qing carefully hid in the deep part of the warehouse.

Outside the warehouse, the former Li Qing and Diablo were dealing with the hungry and thirsty Roshan.

Li Qing carefully hid in the warehouse, waiting for all the troubles to end.

quickly
In the past, Li Qing led Roshan to the sea.

There he would meet Colt, and Colt would contact the SPW Consortium, which would eventually lead Jotaro to Rome himself.

The former Diablo also took the opportunity to leave quietly.

He will temporarily hide in the dark to recuperate his wounds, and after the destruction of the technology group, he will go to Rome to start his last fight as the boss of the organization.

The story is over.

And the story begins again.

Li Qing watched the two good and evil protagonists go away before finally carefully walking out of the warehouse.

For the time being, he has no goal to move forward, and bid farewell to the never-ending danger.

So Li Qing canceled the digitization directly.

He walked towards the coast aimlessly, looking at the blue sea in front of him.

At this time, a grand scene that is even more Hollywood than Hollywood is being staged on the sea:
The huge meat mountain galloped quickly on the sea surface, stirring up turbid waves.

Countless artillery shells and missiles are attacking it, like meteors falling from the sky.

Beyond the gray-black sky, above the blue sea, there are dots of flames and rays of light everywhere.

"What a big scene."

Li Qing couldn't help sighing at the extremely gorgeous scene in front of him.

Such a beautiful and spectacular scene is really suitable as the ending of the story.

At this moment, a crisp ringtone came from the cell phone in Li Qing's arms.

The call was quickly connected:

"Hello? You were calling me just now?"

"It's so late, what can I do for you?"

Kishibe Rohan's familiar voice came from the speaker.

There was faint displeasure in his tone.

After all, it's past 1am where he is, and no one likes a guy bombarding himself with phone calls in the middle of the night.

Even if Kishibe Rohan hadn't slept before but was concentrating on composing manga, Li Qing's rather rude behavior was enough to arouse his disgust.

But the antipathy was only temporary.

Because what Li Qing said quickly aroused his interest:

"Kishibe Rohan."

"I have an interesting story to tell you."

"story?"

Kishibe Rohan did not regard Li Qing as crazy because of his strange behavior of calling and telling stories in the middle of the night.

He just picked up the pen and paper from the table, and said calmly:
"Please tell me, I hope you are not here to harass and make trouble."

"Hahaha don't worry."

Li Qing laughed meaningfully:
"This story will never let you down."

(End of this chapter)