As Joseph Joestar said, Dio is an extremely proud person.
He may be unscrupulous or inhumane, but it is undeniable that his heart is tougher than most people in the world!
so……
Even though he knew that the descendant of Jonathan Joestar had arrived in Cairo, he did not take the initiative to find trouble for him. Instead, he stayed quietly in the mansion and waited for the other party to come to his door. He was like an absolute king who sat high on the throne and looked down at the traitors and thieves.
.
But what puzzled him was that for several days, the 'ants' headed by Joseph Joestar didn't make any move, which made Dio a little confused.
but.
He didn't take it seriously, he just thought the other party was timid and had scruples.
Another day passed. Dior put down the book in his hand and gently picked up the crystal goblet.
The bright red blood in the cup looked like flowing ruby in the dim light.
As the Emperor of Darkness, as the savior of the villains, his usual job is almost useless.
——Of course.
How can a person in power do everything himself, while his subordinates live leisurely lives?
At the end of the day, there's only one thing he needs to do.
That is "control".
Dominate everything, dominate everything!
Tasting the girl's blood very elegantly, Dio unconsciously touched the scar on his neck.
The scar is barely visible...
In other words, he has almost completely mastered this body.
"Jonathan, if you are still alive, I really want to say thank you. This body that has been tempered for many times is really useful and complements my identity perfectly." Dio murmured to himself, with a flash of the past in his eyes.
The appearance of an old enemy.
He didn't want to admit it but had to admit that that experience a hundred years ago left an indelible mark on his life.
but.
It's just a trace.
What he planned was a hundred times more successful than before!
Compared with a manor and some insignificant property, completing evolution and reaching "heaven" is what he really longs for.
For this reason, it is necessary to eliminate hidden dangers.
Joseph Joestar......
No.
It should be said that the blood of the Joestar family will not survive in the world!
Putting down the crystal glass, Dior looked at a mirror in the room.
With a slight thought in his mind, purple thorns suddenly appeared on his body. At first glance, they were almost the same as the Hermit Purple owned by Joseph Joestar.
"Is this ability going to disappear soon?" Dio licked the blood drops around his mouth.
Because of his special body, he not only has an invincible substitute - the world.
It also activates the ability to read and write remotely to a certain extent.
According to the blood connection, he can monitor the movements of Joseph Joestar and his party very well.
In fact, this is also the fundamental reason why the opponent is constantly attacked during the journey.
But now it seems that this ability is only due to the power of blood activation. As he gradually merges with Jonathan Joestar's body, this body is completely cut off from the Joestar family...
Back to business.
Dio easily observed the movements of Joseph Joestar and his group through the mirror.
Just like yesterday, these desperate guys were holed up in a hotel, gathering together in small groups, seemingly very alert.
Dio couldn't help but curl up into a sneer.
After all, they are just a bunch of cowards.
Shaking his head, he took the initiative to stop reading and writing, and decided to put these guys aside for the time being.
The night is getting darker.
Although Dior himself does not need sleep to maintain physical condition, he still likes to take a nap in bed intentionally or unintentionally.
If you want to achieve great things, rest is very important.
While thinking about the specific plan for "heaven" in my mind, I closed my eyes.
After a while, Dio fell asleep.
Unexpectedly, during this sleep, he actually dreamed for the first time in a long time.
In the dream, he returned to the familiar manor a hundred years ago, back to the place where he grew up.
As we all know, dreamers generally do not realize that they are dreaming, but Dio is different because his mental state is different from ordinary people, so that he noticed the strange environment the first time he fell into the dream.
However, he had nothing to be nervous about. Instead, he felt a sense of nostalgia.
certainly.
What he misses is not the good old days, but the feeling of lurking in the dark, hiding his fangs and ambitions at all times.
"Dio, what are you thinking about? Come on."
Suddenly, a familiar voice pulled Dio out of his thoughts.
Looking around, he saw a vigorous young man with a strong body and dark blue hair.
This guy is none other than his childhood sweetheart and blood enemy—Jonathan Joestar.
"Hoho, what a surprise. I didn't expect that I, Dio, would see this guy like you again one day." Dio put his hands on his hips, "Jonathan, you still haven't changed at all. As soon as I saw the stupid look on your face, I let
I couldn't help but want to laugh."
Hearing this, Jonathan Joestar was stunned and couldn't help but frown, "Dio, do you want to fight again? Be careful, I'll kick you to tears with my thighs, which are thicker than logs."
The conversation changed, "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. The first amusement park in the town will open today. Are you sure you don't want to go check it out with me?"
amusement park?
Dio twitched the corner of his mouth, not knowing what he thought of.
Where did the amusement park come from in the UK a hundred years ago?
Oh, this dream is really strange.
I also knew that Dior, who was extremely ambitious, would not be interested in something like an amusement park.
He sneered and approached Jonathan, reliving the thrill of killing an enemy with his hands without even thinking about it.
However, at this moment, the scene suddenly changed.
Jonathan Joestar, who was fine one second, suddenly turned into a flock of flapping white doves the next second.
Not only that, the environment around it has also undergone earth-shaking changes.
The elegant English-style manor disappeared and was replaced by rows of extremely colorful amusement facilities.
Dio sensed something was wrong.
Suddenly, a black shadow slowly fell from the sky.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The black figure was wearing a hood, a large cloak, and a brass-colored metal sickle in his hand.
"Hee hee." Death 13, who had clown makeup on his face, sneered, and without saying a word, he swung his sickle and struck Dio.
Dio laughed back angrily, "You actually have the guts to approach me, the Emperor of Darkness? Very well, I accept your challenge.theworld!"
He pointed forward.
But what is surprising is that the shadow-like world did not appear.
Dio was slightly startled.
While he was stunned, the scythe of Death 13 struck at him.
Dio could have hid, but he just stood there without any thought of dodge.
Just before the sickle was about to hit him, two high-pressure water cannons suddenly shot out of Dio's eyes. This was one of the fighting methods he relied on to survive before, and the empty eyes were shocking!
"Gene Era"
but.
The imagined scene did not appear.
The Hollow Eye Sting shot directly through Death God 13, but Death God 13 was not injured at all. The sickle swung down and directly cut Dio's body in half.
If an ordinary person suffered such an injury, he would definitely die, but Dio himself is a vampire, and his regeneration ability is different from ordinary people.
It's just that... the rapid regeneration of body tissue requires a considerable amount of life energy. Even though Dio has almost integrated with Jonathan Joestar's body, this still caused him a lot of damage.
"You despicable ant, you actually... dare to hurt me, Dio!"
Dio stared fiercely at the black god of death in front of him. Instead of fear, he erupted with an unprecedented dangerous aura.
At the same time, the outside world.
The 'hard-core boy' who sneaked into the mansion without knowing when suddenly showed a panicked expression.
"No, his mental power... His mental power is too strong. I won't be able to maintain the dream anymore!"
Hearing this, Jon frowned.
The difficulty level of Dio is still beyond his imagination...
His original plan was to use the power of Death 13 to consume the opponent's vitality in the dream as much as possible. Now it seems that weakening the opponent's strength to 80% is the best result.
But it’s up to people to plan things, and it’s up to God to make things happen.
Death God 13 has tried his best, and he can't ask for more.
In this case, we might as well just lift the table and have a showdown with Diobrando!
Thinking of this, Jon picked up the cradle of 'Hardcore Boy' and stuffed him directly into an ordinary-looking box. "Just stay here for a while. When the beating is over, I will pick you up!"
Upon hearing this, the "hard-core boys" were stunned.
No, I'm just a child. Are you sure you want to put me in such a dangerous battlefield?
But the crumbs of the world are the crumbs of the world after all, and Jon will not change his mind just because of the age of the 'hard-core boy'.
He casually took out a pager from his pocket and said in a deep voice: "Okay, we can start taking action."
Almost two or three seconds after he finished speaking, a sun rose.
Of course, that is not the real sun, but a substitute for the fat Arab man.
In an instant, the entire mansion was illuminated by sunlight, and the vampire slaves transformed by Dio's vampire ability were wiped out in the sunlight without even reacting.
And Dio himself finally woke up from the control of Death 13 through his tenacious willpower.
He glanced at the sheets first.
The sheets were eroded by blood stains. He gritted his teeth, "It seems that the damage in the dream will also be reflected in reality."
Feeling his physical condition, he felt a little more at ease.
Although he is only 80% of his peak strength, it is enough to deal with some young people.
However, he clearly remembered that it was late at night before falling asleep, so why did he feel that the sun had risen in just two or three minutes?
And this sun...
It seems to be stronger than the sun at noon.
Although it is not fatal, no one likes the feeling of their skin being burned by fire.
At this moment, one of his cronies who was transformed into a vampire, Vanilla Ace, stumbled in.
His condition was more serious than Dio's, and his body had become dilapidated.
"Di...Lord Dio, there are enemies in the mansion."
"Of course I know about this kind of thing." Dio responded coldly.
Vanilla Ace wants to say something else.
Suddenly, a figure broke through the door and entered.
Dio's eyes widened in disbelief, "Jonathan?"
The intruder is naturally not the long-dead Jonathan Joestar, but Jon!
However, with golden arcs all over his body and a strong body, he does look very similar to the ancestors of the Joestar family at first glance.
With just one glance, Jon recognized the two people in the room.
Leaving Dio alone, he rushed directly to Vanilla Ace's side with lightning speed. His palm was in the shape of a knife, and he swung it down from the top of his head.
The ripples rush away!
Clean and neat, cut in two.
After all, Vanilla Ace is just a transformed vampire.
First he was exposed to the sun, and then he was attacked by Qiaoen using ripple qigong.
Although he is unwilling to do so, he can only end with hatred.
Jon is so fast!
It was so fast that even Dio's reaction was a beat slow.
It wasn't until he killed Vanilla Ace that the Emperor of Darkness finally reacted. His blood-red eyes suddenly stared, "The world!"
But what puzzled him was that although the world stopped time, he did not find the black-haired boy who sneaked up during the stopped time.
"Damn it!" Dio couldn't help but cursed.
Obviously, the enemy's stand-in ability belongs to the extremely rare space system.
Even the world cannot find that space.
Thinking of this, Dio became very angry.
Vanilla Ace, who was beheaded just now, is also a rare space-based substitute messenger. His substitute sub-space miasma can eliminate space and send enemies to unknown places.
Unexpectedly, before that ability was used, his loyal servant was killed by that guy.
Although it was just a quick glance, if he hadn't been dazzled, the intruder should be Jon Joestar, the son of Joseph Joestar.
The Joestar family really deserves to die!
Dio thought to himself.
At the same time, the world's abilities also disappeared.
Time resumed its flow.
With a swish, Jon's figure sprang out from behind Dior, and he followed the same pattern and slashed at Dior's neck with his knife.
But Dior is not Vanilla Ace after all.
Turning around, he and Jon's swords collided.
But the next second, the flesh and blood in his legs quickly dissolved.
Just like the spring sun turning into snow, it disappeared without a trace.
Ripple Qigong...
And it is no less powerful than Jonathan Joestar's ripple qigong or even more powerful.
All kinds of painful memories came to mind, and Dio broke his guard.
Jon's face remained calm, but he was sneering in his heart.
Just like his father Joseph Joestar, he was born with an extremely deep understanding of ripples and was a natural ripple messenger.
And he deliberately practiced ripples when he was young.
His talent and hard work have made his Ripple Qigong cultivation comparable to any Ripple master in the world.
He has even surpassed his ancestor Jonathan Joestar.
It is no exaggeration to say that whether it is the ability of the 'door' to enter the inner world or the profound ripple qigong.
In terms of attribute restraint, Jon Tenke Dio.
"I will cut off the centuries-old grudge! Dio Brando, suffer death!"