Is this okay?

It was an oppressive feeling that was hard to describe in words, as if a demon from the abyss was slowly crawling out of the gates of hell.

Tread.

The sound of shoes stepping on wood was like a rhythm that struck the soul, making the nun outside the confessional tremble.

Something is coming!

crunch...

The door to the confessional was slowly pushed open, and then a shirtless, well-dressed man with eight-pack abs walked out.

"This is a trial! The so-called trial is to overcome and eliminate him! Don't you think so too, Enrique Pucci!"

"Run! You all need to get out of here!"

Father Pucci cried out in panic the moment he saw Leng Mo, and hurriedly pushed aside the nuns beside him to make them leave.

The nuns around were also frightened upon hearing this, but they did not leave because of Father Pucci's words.

Because nuns would not abandon their companions.

Barbatos would not allow himself to abandon his companions.

Meanwhile, Leng Mo, with a merciless gaze, looked at the nun standing beside Father Pucci and spoke in a calm and drawn-out voice:

"If someone picks up the tissue on the right first, then everyone else... has no choice but to pick up the tissue on the right as well. That's what society is all about."

"Who are you?!" The nun looked at Leng Mo in fear.

The pressure emanating from Leng Mo was so immense that even most people couldn't withstand it.

Upon hearing the nun's words, Leng Mo stood still, one hand on his hip, maintaining a fashionable pose like a statue, revealing every muscle of his bare upper body.

“Sisters, what are you afraid of? Everything I have done is not out of selfish desires. I have a firm sense of justice, and I have always maintained that my actions are without fault.”

"What on earth are you going to do!"

The nun tried to communicate with Leng Mo, which made Father Pucci, who was standing nearby, realize that something was wrong!

We absolutely cannot let them communicate! Otherwise... otherwise...

WhiteSnake!!

In an instant, Father Pucci's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he summoned the white snake, intending to frame him!

There were two people present who could see the stunt double: himself and the person opposite him!

So as long as I take the nun's memories before this guy does, the nuns who notice the problem will immediately assume that you are the murderer!

Although I don't know who you are, what you said is very true.

If someone takes the tissue on the right first, then everyone else... has no choice but to take the tissue on the right as well. That's what society is all about.

Humans... are like pigeons. If the first pigeon flies to the right, then all the pigeons after it will fly to the right.

Hahahahahaha!

I admit that giving you a substitute was my biggest mistake, but! Fate has always been on my side!

The White Snake moved very quickly; his movements could almost be described as the blink of an eye.

Naturally, Leng Mo also noticed it. He saw a glint of light flash in Leng Mo's eyes, and his face darkened.

"It's no use! My epitaph has been activated! I already know your purpose! Before my epitaph... I have already seen your future! Any action is futile! Pucci!"

KINGCRIMSON!!

Delete the times other than mine!

Click, click, click! !

In an instant, Leng Mo disappeared from the spot.

"What?! It's gone!" Father Pucci's pupils contracted, and he instantly understood what had happened.

When everyone came to their senses, Leng Mo came to Puqi's side.

At the same time, the Crimson King grabbed the White Serpent's hand!

Yo-shi! We won!

I've already captured the White Snake, so none of your actions will succeed!

Hahahahaha!

Victory belongs to me, strange·cold! Without a doubt! It was in the past! It is now! And it will be even more so in the future!!

Instead, it's you... Pucci, who's just a loser like the last chicken wing in a family bucket—unappetizing, tired of eating it, and disliked!

Unexpectedly, at that moment, Pucci, whose face was filled with panic, slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

"Humph!"

I have to say you are truly terrifying. You perfectly controlled the Stand in an instant and were even able to use its abilities perfectly.

But... that's too naive!

My WhiteSnake is not that simple. What makes you think I'm just attacking one?

Even the instant the attack occurred, part of my WhiteSnake had already melted, that's right!

My goal isn't just one, it's two! Three! If I want—countless!

In that instant, Leng Mo suddenly noticed that part of the fingers on the White Snake's other hand were missing, dripping onto the ground like a melting candle.

"What?! Something's not right!"

Leng Mo looked closely and realized that the white snake's melted fingers had left a long trail on the ground, connecting to another nun next to Pucci.

The nun's pupils were now dilated, and her face slowly disappeared from the disc.

Hey! Ma! Da—!

Yay! Pucci!

Chapter 255: The number of unfamiliar words has increased...

Once Leng Mo understood the situation, his eyes widened in shock. He had been careless this time!

"Ha ha ha ha ha……"

The captured white snake let out a muffled, cold laugh, a sound that only a Stand user could hear.

Pfft!

The nun who was hit collapsed, and this sudden scene startled another nun.

"what happened!"

The nun didn't understand what had happened. Leng Mo, who had just been in front of her, was suddenly standing in front of her, and then the other nun collapsed...

The nun who had collapsed then slowly sat up, her body trembling, and looked around in confusion.

"Um...who...am I? Excuse me...what happened to me?"

“Ahhhh——!!”

The nun screamed in terror at the sight; just moments ago, everyone was perfectly fine, and now, in the blink of an eye…

Pucci didn't wait any longer and stared at Leng Mo with wide, horrified eyes.

"Could it be...could it be that all the people who lost their memories before were caused by this?! You monster, ahhhhhh!"

Ah, we won!

Hahahahahaha!

I have already picked up the original napkin called Victory!

Soy milk!

Father Pucci's eyes gleamed with the joy of victory, brimming with certainty.

"I have to admit you're stronger now! But... do you think you can escape?"

Leng Mo's face was filled with resentment. He never expected that he would be no match for Pucci. He had to admit that Pucci was indeed the only man who could wipe out the invincible protagonist group.

Just as Leng Mo was about to finish off Pucci, a weary voice came from the side.

"Sanctions!"

A long spear descended from the sky, accompanied by a sound!

boom!

The spear was planted where Leng Mo was, and the entire area was immediately enveloped in ice.

Leng Mo had already disappeared from his original spot, standing outside the attack range to the side, looking mercilessly at Lacey's woman.

She wore a long nun's habit and a black and white nun's crown. Her grayish-white skin looked unhealthy, and her tired eyes gave off a feeling that she didn't want to meddle in other people's business.

“It’s you, Rosalia.” Leng Mo recognized her at a glance, after all, she was a cleaner in the church.

“It seems you recognize me.” Rosalia walked to the spear and picked up the frozen spear with her hand.

“Of course, you’re a celebrity in the church.” Leng Mo wasn’t surprised by Rosalia’s appearance, after all, she was the church’s fire line.

"That would be an honor!"

Rosalia didn't say much and rushed straight at Leng Mo.

To everyone's surprise, Leng Mo vanished the next second, causing Rosalia's pupils to shrink.

"Where are you looking?"

A cold, arrogant voice came from behind Rosalia.

"You..." Rosalia, having been treated this way, had already realized one thing: it was basically impossible to defeat Leng Mo head-on. In the blink of an eye, she had exposed her back, and if she attacked, she would definitely die.

However, Leng Mo had no interest in Rosalia's back; what he wanted now was to kill Pucci!

The current Pucci isn't scary; what's scary is Pucci's third stage.

Made in Paradise!

When it really comes to the third stage, Leng Mo can only use miracles and magic to save everyone.

"The game is over. Are you ready, Pucci?"

Leng Mo took a deep breath and decided to stop playing. Compared to Crimson King, Paradise Made was definitely better!

"What...are you going to do! You demon!"

Sitting on the ground, Pucci looked at Leng Mo in horror. He was now protected by Rosalia.

Rosalia, standing to the side, frowned slightly upon seeing Pucci's reaction. She wanted to protect Pucci, but she didn't have the ability.

"Stop pretending, Pucci! By now you can't see it anymore, can you? This guy can't beat me. Besides, don't you think I'm the kind of person who would hold a grudge if someone falsely accused me? What do other people's opinions have to do with me? Is that something I care about?"

"..."

Upon seeing this, Pucci immediately fell silent, looking at Leng Mo with resentment.

They never expected that Leng Mo would be so indifferent to what others thought of him, and that he hadn't even uttered a single word refuting their accusations.

This guy... never cared about what other people thought from the beginning.

"What I have done is not out of selfish desire; I have a firm sense of justice, and I have always maintained that my actions have been without fault."

This is probably just some random line that came off the cuff!

At first glance, I thought you were righteous, but what you did showed that you never cared about justice at all.

"That's really enough..."

Pucci realized he had no way out, and continuing to pretend would only make him look like a low-quality clown.

He slowly stood up from the ground, took a deep breath, and looked at Leng Mo with a solemn expression.

The nun and Rosalia, however, were surprised by Pucci's imposing manner. In their eyes, Father Pucci was a very friendly and serious person, and would never have such an imposing manner.

"Aren't you going to pretend anymore?" Leng Mo asked mercilessly.

“Now that things have come to this… isn’t this what you’ve been hoping for?” Father Pucci looked at Leng Mo expressionlessly.

"Who the hell are you!"

Rosalia became wary upon seeing this, feeling a sense of unfamiliarity with Pucci.