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Chapter 123 Sub-Void Miasma
Hidden in the shadows, a tall, strong, and handsome blond vampire dropped the dried-up girl's corpse in his hands and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Listening to these latest news, Dior crossed his legs, rested his chin on his hand, and pondered and analyzed.

After the intelligence was read aloud, Dio stood up.

His cold gaze pierced through the darkness, fixed on the subordinate before him who possessed a peculiar spatial Stand ability.

Turning around and standing with his hands behind his back, admiring the ancient paintings on the wall, Dio, with his back to Vanilla Ace, suddenly lifted his hair, revealing the scar on his neck that separates his head from his body.

"Ace, look at the scar on my neck."

“Jonathan’s body is still rejecting my head. I need more blood and more life energy to fully adapt to this body.”

"And you, are you willing to offer your blood for me?"

Driven by her burning passion, Vanilla calmly expressed her wish: "Lord Dio! I, Vanilla Ace, am willing to give everything for you!"

Without any hesitation, facing the supreme being to whom he served, Vanilla Ace found a clay pot, and with a chop of his own hand, the Stand Void Miasma severed his own head.

Even though it had lost consciousness due to blood loss, its absolute loyalty still led its Stand to point its own bleeding neck at the terracotta pot before disappearing, allowing the blood to flow into it, thus offering it as food to its master, Dio.

Dio turned and silently watched this scene, a slight smile unconsciously playing on his lips. "A loyal subject like you, I cannot accept your blood."

He walked over and straightened the body, aligning Vanilla Ace's severed head with his neck. "Come and take my blood to resurrect yourself. With this resolve, bring me victory!"

With a flick of his finger, he severed his own wrist, and gushing blood poured down onto Vanilla Ace's head and the severed neck.

In just a moment, soaked in vampire blood, flesh writhed and healed the wound on her neck, and Vanilla Ace reopened her eyes.

Unlike those undead created by only consuming a small amount of Dio's blood and possessing numerous flaws, he has now been resurrected by Dio and become a vampire with abilities extremely close to Dio's!
Dio stood before the resurrected Vanilla Ace and slowly said, "Void Miasma, that is the name of your Stand. It possesses invincible defense and invincible attack power."

He paused, then continued, "The abilities of Stands are often unreasonable. I have traveled the world and witnessed many extremely powerful Stand abilities, and yours is among the best."

"No matter how powerful a Stand is, no matter how strong its abilities are, it still has the weakness of its original body. But you are different, Vanilla Ace, your abilities are different from theirs."

Dio's voice carried a hint of admiration. "Your Stand ability allows you to swallow yourself, to devour your physical body, leaving only the area for attack, and to absorb all matter into an unknown alternate dimension."

"This is both an invincible shield and an invincible spear. No matter can defend against your attack, and no attack can penetrate your defense."

However, Dio's tone suddenly turned serious: "But you still have a weakness. Once you swallow yourself into the alternate dimension, you will be unable to see anything outside and will only be able to launch attacks based on preconceived notions."

"And you are still human, and you still need to breathe air. After being swallowed by the Stand, you must open the hole to the outside world every once in a while to observe the outside world and find enemies, and you also need to breathe air through it."

"This is your biggest weakness. Whether for survival or to observe the enemy's location, you must open the hole."

"Once discovered, and attacked through this hole, it will inevitably harm your body, causing you great damage, or even killing you."

Dio's lips curled into a smile as he said, "And now, your weakness has been overcome. You are now immortal, just like me." "You no longer need to breathe rapidly, nor do you need to fear even the slightest harm. You will become stronger, more invincible!"

Vanilla Ace lowered her head even further and said respectfully, "Lord Dio, thank you for your generosity; it is my honor!"

Dio nodded and said, "Ace, go and bring me victory! Go and wipe out Joseph Joestar and his entire gang!"

“Yes!” Vanilla Ace responded.

The terrifying, grotesque Stand, resembling the Grim Reaper, emerged from the void miasma.

It opened its enormous maw, leading to another dimension, and swallowed the original body, Vanilla Ace, whole. Then it began to devour everything from its own feet until it swallowed the entire Stand body as well.

It vanished from existence into nothingness, leaving only an invisible spatial passage that pierced through the wall, creating a smooth gap, and sped towards Cairo.

Looking at the large hole in the wall, Dio was speechless and sighed, "At least give me a way in through the door..."

He watched his men leave, his gaze returning to calm. He picked up a few photos from the table and looked at the five familiar figures in the photos—they had the same face but vastly different builds, now taller and more robust.

Dio Brando tapped the table lightly as he pondered the intelligence he had gathered.

After Joseph and his companions sent out the useless red-haired gorilla, the body of their Stand "Power," to attack, they suddenly encountered a strange, cube-shaped humanoid.

This strange object, which appeared to be a substitute, displayed a variety of extremely powerful abilities in just a few days.

Extremely powerful physical destructive force, teleportation ability, super-fast flight ability, the ability to place strange blocks, extremely powerful healing and even resurrection abilities...

Dio opened his palm, and faint, tiny purple vines emerged from it, but disappeared completely in just a moment.

He reached out and touched the scar on his neck. The persistent pain had almost completely dissipated in the last two days through consuming large amounts of blood and obtaining life energy, leaving only a slight incongruity.

"As my body has adapted, Joseph Joestar's Stand, Hermit Purple, is no longer usable, and I can no longer obtain convenient intelligence support."

Dio said in a low voice, "However, it seems that the thing that calls itself Fangzheng is indeed a 'god'."

"Humph!"

Dio's lips curled up slightly, revealing a cold smile, and he muttered to himself, "'God'... This is the first time I've ever seen a 'god' with a concrete form rather than some kind of abnormal rule phenomenon."

“This is an interesting thing,” he said in a low voice. “Its ability is troublesome. Its attack power is too strong, and its defense is endless. I’m afraid I’ve already been targeted by this thing.”

“Before I officially ‘go to Heaven,’ even my Stand ‘The World’ is hard to say whether it can fight against that thing.” Dio frowned slightly.

(End of this chapter)