stand-in creed

"You are a dual personality, he is two in one.

"He like this is just like the "yin-yang fish" of the East!On the road to heaven, he is one step ahead of you!

"...You have the wisdom of "seeing through the essence of others" and "seeing through the trajectory of fate", which I have already understood.I am about to face the greatest crisis in my life, and even a little carelessness will end up in the "death" ending, I have already understood. Diablo had regained his composure, "Tell me, where is the man in the photo now?" "

"No, you didn't understand. Since I can see through fate to such an extent, knowing that if you reveal your secret, you will definitely kill me, so why do I still dare to stop you who are walking on the street?" Female divination There was a smile on the teacher's face, "Because my fate is definitely not the fate of dying in your hands.

"Each of us is a slave to fate.

"It's true of you, it's true of me, and it's true of him."

Diablo was tired of hearing it.

Destiny is absolute?

Will fate not die in his own hands?

Then let Diablo prove it, the fate that the fortune-teller said is not absolute at all, everything is just that she succumbed to fate!

The Crimson King held the fortune teller's neck with his left hand, and clenched the five fingers of his right hand into a fist.

"—The Crimson King."

Diablo was a born demon, and he absolutely didn't have the slightest bit of compassion or sympathy in his heart, so he punched the fortune teller's abdomen with a terrifying punch.

It was a punch to death.

Diablo knew that the fortuneteller in front of him was not a stand-in emissary at all, even if Nero Zeppelin appeared in front of him at this moment, it was absolutely impossible to save the fortuneteller.However, at this moment, Diablo saw the future through his own ability.

Tens of seconds into the future.

Tens of seconds later, he was looking at the body that fell on the ground in astonishment. It was clear that the scarlet king had not made a hole in the abdomen as he expected, but the body was still lying there.

consternation?

Why am I surprised?

Diablo didn't understand, and couldn't think of the clue at all, but at this moment, the Crimson King's fist suddenly stopped, because an unexpected scene appeared in Diablo's line of sight.

"……died?"

Diablo was taken aback.

Obviously the Crimson King's fist did not fall, but the fortune teller in front of him was already dead.

lose heartbeat.

loss of breath.

Even the color in the eyes was completely lost.

"Could it be..."

Diablo suddenly remembered the scene where the fortune-teller coughed and vomited blood while clutching a handkerchief.Some tremblingly stretched out their hands, and opened the backpack that the fortune-teller put on the table. In addition to a large number of painkillers, cigars, cigar clippers, and matches, there was also a medical record, which recorded "advanced lung cancer" and "has spread." Wait for medical terminology that he understands or does not understand.

Lung cancer, Diablo knew, was terminally ill and there was no cure.

"Is this the so-called fate that will never die in my hands? How could such a ridiculous thing happen!"

boom!

The Crimson King let go, and the body of the fortune-teller fell to the ground, in the alley at night in Olbia.Looking at the godless eyes on the fortune teller's corpse, the last words he said before his death echoed in Diablo's ears again.

- Each of us is a slave to fate.

- You are so, I am so, and he is so.

Diablo took a deep breath, and turned his eyes to the sky that suddenly began to rise in the sky, and the black clouds that suddenly began to cover the starry sky.

The dense drizzle began to pour drop by drop on the streets and alleys of Olbia, and it tended to get bigger and bigger.And between the black clouds on the other side, there was a dull thunder.

"Perhaps there really is a "fate" in this world.

"But, succumbing to fate is undoubtedly the behavior of the weak! The strong should not say "what is fate" lightly, but should say "what should be fate"!If the Tarot of the "Grim Reaper" really represents my future destiny, then let me, Diablo, rewrite this destiny with my own hands——

"—— Use my "Crimson King". "

Chapter 91 The Secret Emperor Part Five

Group 4⑧87④97⑨ 9

North of Olbia, the Emerald Coast.

The pitch-black car was driving on the road next to the coast, and the heavy rain was crackling on the windshield, and was blown away by the wipers.As for Nero gently holding the steering wheel with his left hand, his eyes lightly turned to the golden sandy beach in the rainy night in front of him and the boundless sea with rough waves beyond.

Dazzling white light suddenly appeared above the sky beyond, instantly illuminating the night, and the roaring thunder came to everyone's ears, casting a layer of uneasiness on people's hearts.

"...It's a thunderstorm again. "

Hearing the thunder, Nero muttered.

Apache in the back seat opened his eyes and asked in confusion, "Is there any problem?"

Nero thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"No, nothing."

Although he said so, Nero's thoughts still drifted to the old days.

It rained 13 years ago. At that time, he entered Cairo single-handedly and almost died with Dio Brando. Two years ago, there were two heavy rains in Morioh Town. The former made him almost be killed by Kira Yoshikage. He died, but the latter asked him to present a requiem for Yoshikage Kira.

Nero did not assert that as long as there is a thunderstorm, there will be major events. After all, from the perspective of probability theory, such a sample size is really small and pitiful, and it is not enough to be used as a judgment standard.So Nero only thought it was an accident, or a superstition.

At this moment, Trixie suddenly spoke.

"that……"

"Ok?"

Nero looked at Trish in the rearview mirror.

Trixie opened his mouth uncertainly: "From just now, I have a vague feeling that something is wrong, as if...someone is around us."

"Ok?"

"enemy?"

Nero and Apache's eyes sharpened instantly.

Trixie hurriedly explained: "No, it's not that close to us, it's just... I can feel that the other party seems to be near the emerald coast we are driving on, a kind of hazy feeling, never I don’t know how to describe the feeling I have had.”

"...?" Apache showed an expression as if he was listening to a scripture.

On the contrary, Nero understood, and his eyes gradually became sharper: "That is the connection between blood relatives. Ordinary people may not feel it, but if the family members are substitute messengers, they can vaguely feel this connection, just like "Joe Stars are the same. "

Apaki's pupils shrank: "Boss, do you mean...?"

Trish was also shocked.

Nero nodded: "It seems that your father doesn't plan to hide it anymore, Trish—how far is it from the place in the photo in your memory?"

"I'm looking at... ah! There it is!"

"Oh?"

Nero and the others looked in the direction Trixie pointed, and there was an old red-brick lighthouse by the sea in the distance. Under the lighthouse was a small enclosed courtyard, which seemed to be a place for people to live.

With a creak, the dark car stopped on the side of the road.

And Trish said seriously: "That lighthouse is the background in my mother's photo! Because my mother often took out this photo to look at, so I remember it very clearly!"

After saying this.

Immediately, Trish looked at the beach in front of the lighthouse, and began to look for something.

"I remember in the photo, my mother was lying on a stone tablet with the words "Costa Smeralda" on it!

"And... it shouldn't be my illusion, I feel that wonderful feeling is very close!"

Boom!

Another thunder flashed, illuminating the beach under the night.

But as the thunder disappeared, Nero's gaze gradually became sharper: "I saw the stele you mentioned, Trish. But if I'm not mistaken... I saw it when the thunder struck just now, standing beside the stele with a person."

Suzumi Sugimoto was taken aback.

In the next moment, his substitute "My Heart Is Eternal" appeared, showing the surrounding map.

Just like what Nero said, a black spot on the beach not far away quietly stagnated there, motionless.

"Enthusiastic boss?" Apache took a deep breath.

"Obviously." As Nero said this, he opened the car door with a slam, and the rain was instantly blown into the car along with the sea breeze at night, "Apaki, you drive and take Trixiu first, I..."

"Wait, I'm going too."

Trixie immediately interrupted Nero's words, and said firmly.

Nero froze for a moment.

Just as he was about to persuade, Nero met the girl's complicated eyes, and immediately withdrew his words of persuasion:

"I see no reason why a daughter should be prevented from meeting the father she has never met.

"Although I have no reason to stop you, I must remind you that your father tried to kill you! And the man who can control such a huge organization as "Passionate" is by no means an ordinary stand-in messenger. You must be mentally prepared Prepare. "

Trish nodded: "I understand."

Nero rubbed his neck and looked at Apache: "Apaki, drive first and try to keep a distance. You understand my mobility, and you should give priority to ensuring your own safety."

Apache sighed: "I understand, I understand, after all, I am the only one here who can say that he has no fighting power at all."

Immediately afterwards, Nero and Trish got out of the car together, while Apache sat in the driver's seat and drove away with one kick of the accelerator.

The pouring rain drenched Nero and Trixiu in an instant, but the two didn't care about it at the moment, they just stepped on the wet beach and walked towards the stone tablet in the photo in Trixie's memory.

And there.

On the side of the stele.

Nero and Trish, together with Suzumi Suzumi who was hiding in Nero's body, all saw the back of the man in the black hooded coat.And when the man slowly turned his head, revealing his side face hidden in the shadows, they even saw a strand of pink hair faintly falling from the brim of his hat.

The same pink hair as Trish.

As Diablo turned around slowly, the lightning that bloomed above the sky illuminated his face, allowing Nero and Trish to finally see Diablo's face clearly.

"It's finally here. I've been waiting for you here for a long time, Nero Zeppelin, and my daughter with Doratena—

"Trish Una."

"You are... my father?"

Trixie took a step forward, staring wide-eyed at the man with the same pink hair in front of him. The wonderful feeling of blood connection in his body told Trixie that this man was her real father.

"why……"

There were too many questions in Trish's mind to ask, but the moment the girl opened her mouth, she suddenly got stuck.The ups and downs of mood, like the raging waves of the sea, caused the girl to lose even the ability to organize words at this moment.

However, Diablo just glanced at his daughter calmly.

"What do you want to ask?

"Why was Donatella ignored for 16 years?

"Why did you send someone to protect you before, but then ordered Chocolat and Seke to kill you?

"It's just such a boring question, right? A woman's mind is easy to understand, especially a little girl like you. Even if you don't ask, your questions are all written on your face.

"The answer is simple.

"It's as if the same song is deleted from the MP3 because of listening to too much and getting tired of it. Donatella is such an existence. To put it bluntly, I am tired of playing."

"you you……?!"

Trish's breathing became more and more rapid.

Diablo didn't care, just continued speaking as a matter of course.

"As for your next question, it's even simpler.

"The purpose of letting my subordinates guard you is to send you to my side for sure, and let me deal with you with my own hands, Trish. You must clean up your hands, otherwise you will be in danger" "Melancholy Blues" or the tracking of the Japanese woman's substitute ability in the intelligence, but it's a pity that it's still a step late.

"As for getting Chocolat to do it—although killing you is very important, but more importantly, I don't think that with the strength of Chocolat and Seke, in the battle with Nero Zeppelin, it is still If there is room to consider such things as "keeping alive", it is better to let them let go and make a big fuss.