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"It worked... Hahaha—! It worked!"

DIO laughed loudly, looking at the dark temple and letting out a long groan: "Ah—that feels so good."

He has never been able to adapt to this spiritual foundation.

Although there were reasons why he attacked Artoria, he also had reasons why he didn't want to fight her.

Because he couldn't fully unleash his power, Osmandis kept hindering him.

But things are different now!

It's finished.

Now this spirit origin completely belongs to him! He can feel the 'pleasure' emanating from the depths of his soul!

The Stands' powers have evolved as a result, their attributes have been strengthened, and the souls required to use The World OverHea/ven have been reduced.

More importantly!

soul--

Millions of souls!

"Haha... With this soul, my use of The·World·OverHea/ven is almost limitless! So, come on, Chaldea, let me see how far you can go, and whether you can actually stand before me, DIO!"

Infinite magic!

Infinite soul energy!

He can use his own power or Osmandis's power without any restraint!

Both of these points are extremely terrifying. What does infinite magic power mean?

In the battle against Hercules, Artoria was almost completely overwhelmed by Shirou Emiya, who was her Master.

However, after turning to the dark side and gaining almost limitless magic power, he turned the tables and crushed Hercules, eventually forcing him to become unable to regenerate and sinking into the black mud.

It's estimated that eleven of the twelve trials were destroyed, and the last one was eventually defeated by Shirou Emiya...

Hercules punched Saber in the chest, but it didn't even penetrate her armor. Saber stood there without taking a step back, then delivered an uppercut that sent Hercules flying, followed by a Noble Phantasm to finish him off.

This is the benefit of powerful magic.

At this moment, DIO possessed infinite magic power, casually unleashing various light beams, and could build a Great Temple in just two seconds!

All the Sphinxes have transformed into fathers of terror, their bodies enveloped in powerful magical barriers that allow them to withstand beams of light without taking damage. Furthermore, even if they die, they do not need to be resurrected from the Great Temple but are instantly resurrected on the spot!

The giant electric ball of Dendra transformed into an infinite beam of light, blasting across every corner of the singularity!

And the infinite soul...

DIO's The World OverHea/ven possesses the ability to rewrite reality, even reviving the dead and altering fate. The meaning of the world itself is worthless in the face of that Stand's power.

Traveling to parallel worlds is even easier.

however--

Such a substitute also has a fatal flaw, which is the amount of soul.

Every time DIO uses this Stand's power, it consumes his own soul energy. It's a Stand that costs him his life—

And at this moment!

DIO possessed millions of souls, and although the quality of these souls varied, their sheer number was enough to overshadow everything!

The World OverHea/ven has almost no limitations; anything imaginable can be easily accomplished with a wave of one's hands!

but--

"Well?"

The Stand beside DIO paused for a moment, and DIO, who had been caught up in his complacency, also came to his senses, composed himself, and asked, "What... is this? Unable to determine fate?"

He had originally intended to fix his fate in place.

Just like what Jotaro Kujo did, in the world of JoJo, the ending of Part 3 is fixed as 'everyone survives'. The same is true for Parts 4 and 5. No matter what happens, fate will always lead to this ending!

DIO had originally planned to do the same; he intended to fix his fate as 'his own victory,' as fulfilling his ideal and returning to the beginning of the planet in place of Goetia.

but--

He sensed several major obstacles.

The two polarities and the mi, Gethia, the restraining force, and... something he didn't know.

None of these beings wanted to see him reach that kind of end.

"Damn it..." DIO gritted his teeth. He did a preliminary calculation and realized that to forcibly determine his fate under such circumstances, he would need to consume hundreds of millions of human souls, while the soul chains he currently possessed were less than a fraction of that!

It only amounts to a million.

"Well—right... compared to humans, aren't there souls of even higher quality? Haha... hahahahaha—then let's do it this way!"

The fate is set as 'DIO enters Valhalla in his current state, possessing the ability to transform all the Heroic Spirits into his own nourishment'.

Such a fate—

"If I can do it, I, DIO, who has obtained the power of all the Heroic Spirits in history, will surely be able to reach Heaven!"

Chapter 1247 Death

"Ugh————"

Bedivere clutched his right arm, a sharp pain shooting through him: "This is..."

"Mr. Bedivere—are you alright!?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked warily, looking at the Knights of the Round Table who were surrounding them. However, he still had no intention of using his Zanpakuto to fight; he trusted his Servant!

"Yes...it's bearable, but that's not the point..."

The brilliance of the holy sword is being absorbed, absorbed by the black sun in the sky!

His right arm was the holy sword Excalibur.

He had finally reached King Arthur. All he had to do was hand over the holy sword to King Arthur and his task would be complete. But why? Why did this happen at this very moment?

This is what it says——

Is this kind of thing also included in DIO's calculations?

The intense pain made me feel like I was about to faint.

The scenery before him was blurred, but—it didn't matter. He was already used to this level of pain. For thousands of years, he had lived with pain far more intense than this, all for this moment!

"Delusional heart sounds——"

"What are you doing—! Could it be!?" Just as everyone's attention was drawn to the black sun in the sky, Bedivere, who had been wary of Hassan the Cursed Arm and unsure whether he was friend or foe, was momentarily distracted by the pain.

Then--

Her fingers rested on his chest.

Hassan of the Cursed Arm activated his Noble Phantasm directly.

He had long been controlled by DIO. Because of his special identity, his mission was to kill Merlin, the person sent by Clairvoyance!

Although we don't know what Merlin's people are planning to do, it's definitely not good. We'll just kill them and be done with it.

However, Bedivere was too wary.

Even though the Cursed Arm barely managed to get close to him, he was always on guard until just now!

brush--

Clutching Bedivere's heart in his hand, Hassan of Cursed Wrist abruptly retreated, dodging Iskandar's sword strike, and chuckled softly, "Heh heh heh... It's over. Whatever your mission was, it's all over—"

what happened?

what happened?

Hassan, the Cursed Arm Man, felt a chill run down his spine.

But here...

"Get out of the way quickly!"

Tristan yelled, but there was no escaping it...

Death had already befallen him.

"madness."

The sound that came from behind was the kind that even Hassan of Cursed Arm, whose consciousness and pursuit had been altered by DIO's Stand ability, immediately felt his whole body tremble.

It was the first time he had heard this voice, but... just the fact that he 'heard' it made him feel that death was right before his eyes.

"Is this all there is to the transfer of the Demon Arm?"

"First...first...first generation sir..."

If he could make normal human expressions, Hassan the Cursed Arm would be wide-eyed, mouth agape, trembling all over, completely motionless.

What's that in your hand?

"This...this is..."

"Foolish, hand over your head."

Sizzle!

No one saw him wield his sword.

No one was there. By the time they came to their senses, all they saw was the fact that Hassan the Cursed Arm was dead.

The head and body were perfectly separated, and behind them was a presence even darker than the black sun in the sky.

It can be described as the 'manifestation of death'.

“You’ve fallen into the abyss, Cursed Arm… no, the other Hassans too. In the end, all you are good for is nothing but handing over your heads.”

Her eyes, gleaming with a ghostly blue flame, looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka: "Don't panic, don't be anxious. My blade will appear here when the evening bell tolls."

As he spoke, he transformed into a deep mist and vanished into this equally dark world.

"My King... my King..."