Infinite World: Random Characters, Start with Red Archer

Han Ming was convinced that he should not take any chances. He should not reject his own involvement, but should instead be more proactive in accepting it.

"There is no hope of regaining the [Insect Arrow] for the time being, so we can only do our best to find a way to defeat Diablo."

With a shifting gaze, Han Ming stood shoulder to shoulder with Giorno, tilting his head as he spoke to him.

"Ah... if we're destined to fight the BOSS here, then there's no way we can escape this fate!"

"Is that so? A predetermined fate depends on a certain idiom..."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Giorno touched the back of his neck and remarked with feeling, while Han Ming next to him burst into laughter, piquing his curiosity.

The latter spoke slowly in an extremely serious tone.

"Human determination can conquer nature..."

.........

"Hey, is that guy serious?"

"Instead of running away, they plan to fight Diablo head-on?"

After tearing the snake from his ankle, Bucky returned to the battlefield with a look of surprise on his face.

He had expected his feet to be discovered, which would lead to a chase, but when he looked back, he was shocked to see that Josuke Higashikata was ready to fight Diablo.

"Are you crazy? How could Polnareff with a trash Stand and Giorno with a normal Gold Experience possibly be a match for Diablo and the Crimson King?"

"Even if you have the powerful Stand Mad Diamond, Diablo will still kill you instantly if he sets his sights on you."

"The Golden Experience can't instantly save someone on the verge of death..."

Completely baffled by what Han Ming was doing, Bucky couldn't understand the situation at all.

In his view, the only weapon these guys had that could win was still with him.

How could Diablo have been defeated without the "Insect Arrow"?

"Such a method does not exist..."

Bucky was almost certain of this outcome, and he was waiting to see these guys get wiped out.

"Ok?"

Not far away, Diapollo also noticed Giorno's unusual behavior of standing up.

(Is that guy also a Stand user... and a healing type at that?)

(Even though I beat him to the point of near death, he stood up as if nothing had happened.)

He gleaned a great deal of information simply from seeing Giorno in perfect condition.

Diablo's gaze fell on Han Ming. He couldn't guess Han Ming's identity yet, only that he was probably not a local.

"Hmph, trying to wear me down with a war of attrition?"

Diapollo was quite disdainful of the other side's eager and ready-to-try attitude.

He wasn't sure what the other party was thinking, but it seemed they wanted to use two Stands who could heal each other to keep him going.

"They want to wear me down physically and mentally, so that they can exploit my weaknesses once I'm weakened..."

"What a terrible idea!!"

"How could you trashy Stands possibly stand up to the Crimson King!"

With those angry shouts, Diablo was determined to make these people pay a terrible price.

He wouldn't give these people much of a chance to struggle; he'd only give them a very short time...

That way, you can take down three people without lifting a finger.

The Crimson King is a Stand with such formidable power!

Just before Diablo was about to take action, loud gunshots rang out one after another.

"Bang bang bang bang!!!!!"

24. "Jo-ru-no!!!" "Jō-suke!!!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The continuous gunfire drew everyone's attention to the abnormality.

Bullets flying from all directions hurtled toward Diapollo.

"Humph!"

As if sensing something in advance, Diablo summoned the Crimson King and punched away bullets from different directions.

"The four bullets were just a feint..."

"The real attack..."

"Here it is!"

He glanced behind him and saw that one of the bullets that should have been shot down had torn a zipper-like mark from its casing, and an extra bullet flew out and headed straight for him.

There weren't just four bullets, there was a fifth one!

"You little trick!"

Not paying much attention, Diablo simply waved his hand, trying to deflect the extra fifth bullet.

The moment Crimson King's arm made contact, a new zipper mark appeared on the side of the bullet casing.

"Steel Fingers!!"

With concealed bullets, Bucciarati launched a three-stage attack, with himself and his Stand emerging from within to strike Diablo.

That outrageous act surprised everyone else.

"King of Crimson!!"

This coordinated attack, which should have been enough to defeat many enemies, crumbled under Diablo's cold voice.

In the reduced space, Diablo looked at Bucciarati, who emerged from the bullet casing, with disdain.

"Using four bullets to distract the enemy, then concealing a fifth bullet among them, while hiding himself inside the casing to find an opportunity to strike..."

"A good tactic; even an ordinary Stand user would probably find it difficult to defend against."

"But unfortunately... you chose the wrong person! Bucciarati."

He easily circled to the side and looked at his subordinates who were moving slowly forward, giving them a low evaluation.

It must be said that Bucciarati's doll-like strategy was quite amazing.

Someone else might have gotten infected...

But who is he?

As a king who could reduce time, Diablo saw this scene firsthand.

The absolute premonition brought about by the epitaph allowed him to witness the moment Bucciarati appeared.

That is why this hidden, multi-pronged attack method can be easily detected and dismantled.

No matter what kind of deployment is made, once the enemy finds out, it is nothing but a false illusion.

"Die right here!"

The Crimson King raised his arm in a chop gesture and made his final declaration.

"Click-clack!!"

"Pfft!!!"

In the midst of the stench of blood, the stench of blood, the skill of the eternal locust, the top of the chariot, the dizziness of the chariot, the chariot ...

The horrific scene shocked and enraged everyone else.

"Bucciarati!!!"

"He saw right through me?!"

Mista and Trish ran out from around the corner, their expressions different.

Not far away, Polunarev kept a close eye on the dripping blood, wary of Diapollo's next move.

"Josuke!"

"I know."

Giorno called out softly, crouched down, and let the Golden Experience transform the shattered stone slab into a creature resembling a small monkey. The figure that leaped out, caught Bucciarati's body, and brought him back was quite agile.

"Crazy Diamonds!"

Almost the instant they were brought back, Han Ming had already had his stand-in do the work.

The touch of the arm caused the severed body to quickly return to its original position.

Bucciarati's newly acquired "Gojo Satoru" experience card simply vanished.

"Bucciarati!"

Giorno was slightly worried as he watched the other person still trying to get up.

"I... am... fine."

He propped himself up with trembling hands, essentially a "living dead" forcibly lingering in the world; Bucciarati didn't care what would happen to his body.

Once the condition of defeating the BOSS is met, the obsession will be resolved.

It's just a pity...

The fact that such a coordinated tactic had failed to harm Diablo made things even more hopeless.

Any attack will be detected, plus the invincible state of time deletion...

Defeating Diabolo seems almost impossible on the surface.

No one can hurt him!

"He can foresee the future, even if the process is unclear, he can deduce the content as long as he gets the result."

"Without deciphering the power of the epitaph, we have no chance of winning."

"Deleting the timeline might actually be a viable solution..."

Han Ming looked at Diabolo, then spoke in a deep voice.

If it were a pure Stand-based attack, he wouldn't be afraid to use Mad Diamond.

However, the biggest problem lies in the inability to address the underlying mechanisms.

"To know..."

Giorno and Bucciarati both fell silent upon hearing this.

If it were just a matter of time, they would still have the strength to resist, but the epitaph is Diablo's strongest trump card.

As long as that ability exists, it's impossible for him to be defeated...

(No, epitaphs aren't perfect either...)

Han Ming pondered how to respond, trying to recall Diablo's past actions.

Prediction only brings results to the other party, not the process.

Therefore, only Diablo himself could deduce what would happen.

The future seen in the epitaph is absolute; there is no way to avoid that ending except by erasing it with time.

(Most of the futures that Diablo could see were related to himself...)

(Whether it's being injured or attacking...)

(These are all scenes involving him...)

Diablo had the opportunity to see both good and bad things.

Therefore, the direction can be determined by the power of the Crimson King.

Accept favorable outcomes and delete unfavorable ones when necessary.