My obsession with role-playing seems to have distorted the world's aesthetic.

"We must have nine dragons pulling a coffin to invite him."

With mixed feelings, Bucciarati told Diavolo what was the best method, leaving everyone else in the room stunned.

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Let's not even talk about whether dragons exist in this world... well, there are so many outrageous things in this world, it's not impossible for them to exist.

The biggest problem is, where do we find the nine dragons?

"Dragons really exist in this world?!"

At this moment, the receptionist, who seemed to know a bit too much, deliberately asked in a surprised tone, "Stop chatting! Get me out of here! Get me out of here! I don't want to go on a trip to the Naples coast tomorrow!"

"If there's a phoenix, there should also be a dragon from China, right?"

Recalling the power he had once felt from the Radiant Phoenix, Bucciarati nodded in response.

Besides, Mr. Diablo had no reason to lie to himself, did he?

"However, it's not very realistic for nine dragons to pull the coffin. I told Mr. Diablo about this issue before, and Mr. Diablo said to change the ritual. Although the chances are a little smaller, it is still possible to bring Kars down."

Bucciarati didn't dwell on the dragon, but instead told Fugo that there was another ritual besides the dragon.

"What is it?"

Fugo asked expectantly, “Mr. Diablo is incredibly wise; his arrangements must be perfect.”

“That’s the Black pallbearers. As long as we start the ceremony and replace the Kowloon pallbearers with the Black pallbearers, we can bring back the savior Kaz from the stars.”

Bucciarati offered another suggestion from Diavolo. In the urgency of the situation, there was no time for pleasantries. Jotaro Kujo also understood from Fugo's attitude that the Fugo of that parallel world was far beyond what Zhihu Platinum could compete with.

Although that Zhihu Platinum DISC didn't seem to provide much of a boost to him, Jotaro Kujo had a feeling that using that DISC seemed to increase his luck in battle.

To put it more accurately, fate is on your side!

Bucciarati is always reliable. Before he went there alone, he had already "asked" the black funeral team to rush to the ceremony location on the north coast of Naples.

A dozen minutes later, the group arrived at the coast of Naples, led by the speeding driver.

Standing on a different side of the shore than where he had just been, Fugo was breathing heavily with some tension.

Chapter 1260: Are all Italian gangs like this?

It was actually me...

What did I encounter in that world to gain such great power?

Fugo's heart was filled with complex emotions. At this moment, on the beach, in addition to the black coffin-carrying group that had been "invited," there was also an assassination team responsible for purging the "unsuitable" people from within the enthusiastic community.

"I never expected that we would meet again in this kind of setting."

Looking at Risotto Bucciarati with emotion, Risotto replied expressionlessly, "Bucciarati, the situation is urgent, let's begin the ceremony quickly."

"Very good, rise!"

As soon as Bucciarati finished speaking, the assassination squad and the guards suddenly made strange gestures around the black men carrying the coffin.

"Let this power of combination serve as your protection and hope, and as a guiding beacon for your future!"

Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to begin!

At Bucciarati's command, the two teams familiar with the power of combination simultaneously unleashed their combined abilities.

"Hmph, I, Risotto Nero, have never stopped striving to become a street dance superstar!"

Can you keep up with my speed?

"Everyone, jump up and show them what a passionate assassination of the Audition Online players' Powder Kings is all about!"

As Risotto finished speaking, the assassination team members jumped up in focused concentration.

"Even if it costs Giorno's soul, I cannot lose here!"

I, Bucciarati, have never stopped exploring the path of the power of combination!

Street dance superstar, no, street dance king Risotto, please watch me closely, watch my...dance!

Bucciarati also felt fired up, and Giorno's serious voice followed: "Hmph, I'll let you know that Yangko Star is a more prestigious star than Street Dance Star!"

And Bucciarati, please don't casually gamble with my soul.

In response to Bucciarati and Giorno's words, Bessie sneered: "Your weak dance is not worthy of being presented in front of our Passionate Assassination Dance Crew."

During this time, aside from missions and essential daily activities, our passionate assassination dance crew has been constantly honing our styling skills. Now, let me show you Bessie's beach dance!

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The receptionist, who was in charge of driving and was a skilled driver, stared blankly at the scene before him.

"Are all Italian gangs like this?"

The leader of the group of black men pulling the coffin looked completely bewildered and blurted out something, while the receptionist felt it necessary to salvage their reputation for enthusiasm:

"Let me explain."

Jotaro Kujo adjusted the direction of his hat: "Yay, yay, it's the same as always."

"Katz in the sky is silent, and Dao Ge in the river misses his mother~"

The accompaniment music began to play softly, and a rift spanning space appeared.

"You've been enhanced, move out quickly."

As Bucciarati danced, he spoke to the professional team, while at that moment, in the outer universe, the petrified Katz floated silently in outer space.

At this point, Katz had not yet reached the point of the future, and had not completely stopped thinking.

Just then, a strange melody began to play. After a few seconds of slow realization, the petrified Kass subconsciously regained the function of his eyes.

Then he saw a group of Black people carrying coffins on their shoulders rushing toward him.

???

what's the situation?

Kars' consciousness began to reactivate, and in the real world, an unexpected event occurred at this time.

"Your resistance ends here."

The casual voice of the Seven Emperors Fugo came from afar, and everyone frowned as they faced the approaching enemy.

Diavolo is reliable, but rather than blindly trusting him, Risotto prefers to test Fugo's abilities first.

"The era of Stands is over. The power of combination is far more useful than any Stand."

Risotto sneered and said, to which Fugo, the Seven Emperors, nodded decisively: "The power of combination is indeed more useful than ordinary Stands, but... you and your power of combination make me laugh."

"How dare you insult the king of street dance?"

Risotto frowned, his killing intent rising. The power of the combination was an extremely idealistic power, which severely tested the user's beliefs.

Day after day, Risotto was obsessed with becoming a street dance superstar, striving to become even stronger.

"The king of street dance? Hmph, you don't deserve that title."

"Your combined power is trying to contend with my Purple Smoke·Act 4·Requiem·Beyond Heaven? This is like trying to fight against a loaf of bread destined to be eaten—it's utterly laughable."

Fugo, the Seven Emperors, spoke with intense confidence, and the next moment, the battle between the two sides began.

On the other side, the starry sky.

At this moment, Katz regained his senses and was somewhat bewildered as he watched the group of black men pulling coffins approaching him.

"What... is going on?"

Is it a hallucination? But it's too realistic. As an ultimate being, I shouldn't be hallucinating.

Although his intelligence had returned, the scene before him was simply too bizarre.

"I don't understand."

Katz revealed his true thoughts, but just as the black man pulling the coffin was about to approach Katz, it vanished like a flower in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water, only to reappear in reality.

"Weak, you are really too weak. You are no different from those Stand users outside who are blocking my way. You are all trash who cannot be defeated in one move."

The combined power of the two groups was easily shattered, and the Seven Emperors Fugo disrupted the ritual of the black man pulling the coffin.

"It's too fast. I can't transform at this speed."

Giorno clutched his abdomen and gritted his teeth; he could feel that his internal organs had been damaged in the battle.

"Do you think I'd give you the chance to transform into Kamen Rider DIO? I'm not that kind of arrogant villain. Those arrogant villains are destined to go nowhere. But even if I did let you transform, there's nothing you could do."

If Super Du Wangren, Ultraman, and Kamen Rider joined forces to stop me, they might be able to hold me off for a moment, but unfortunately, you are all too weak.

This power is far too weak compared to Diablo, whom I severely injured.

Seventh Emperor Fugo shook his head, preparing to end the lives of everyone before him.

Just then, the Crimson King appeared, and after delivering a punch to Fugo the Seventh Prince, Fugo vanished without a trace.

"Mr. Diablo!"

"BOSS!"

A series of sounds rang out from all directions, and at this moment Xia Qing appeared on the scene as Diablo.

"Is it still one step short? Time is of the essence. Although I have banished Fugo to the end of time, he will return like lightning before long."

Now that things have come to this, we have no choice but to activate the backup plan.

Diablo spat out a mouthful of blood and said in a disheveled state.

Chapter 1261: Katz, My Superman

Under the starry sky, Kaz sensed the outside world in a daze.

Dead silence, despair.

At this moment, he missed his time on Earth terribly.

"Kaz, don't run away, charge towards Earth!"

In the next instant, Diablo's voice rang out in space, and Katz witnessed an incredibly rare sight.