Uplifting Journey

The words of the Crimson King, like a sharp arrow blade, pierced into the softest and most vulnerable place in Polnareff's heart.

The death of his sister and the sacrifice of his companions are the most unforgettable things in Mrs. Polunare's life. How could he not care? How can it be indifferent?

Jotaro, who pursued Diablo, has been sharing information with the research base, so Polnareff knows that the Crimson King is really capable of fulfilling his promise!

How many people in despair, in order to seize that illusory hope, even knowing it is a scam, rush in just in case? What's more, the ability of the Crimson King has long been proven, and there is absolutely no falsehood.

The pain of being evoked by sad memories and the strong desire for hope are so clearly expressed on Polnareff's face. Just looking at him, the Crimson King seems to feel the strong surge in his heart mood.

However, the Crimson King did not have the slightest joy of achieving his goal, because beside Polnareff, the dark figure that caused great interference to his time ability had stabilized again at some point, and the fragments seen on the epitaph In the future, Polnareff's next words are——

".Although your proposal is very tempting, losing this opportunity, even if the chance of success is less than one in ten thousand, will definitely cause me great pain, but I refuse!"

Anyone could see the struggle on Polnareff's face, but after he said the words of refusal, the struggle on his face quickly disappeared and turned into relief and firmness.

Incomparable, absolutely no regrets, as firm as a drawn sword.

Pausing the observation of the chaotic timeline, the Crimson King raised his head slightly, and for the first time, looked seriously at Polnareff, who he regarded as a mayfly before: "Even if you know all this, you Are you also willing to obey the fate made by your substitute?

"Did you give up the idea of ​​redeeming those tragedies? Do you know that if you continue to follow the path guided by the Silver Chariot Requiem, the suffering of your sister and companions will be forever engraved on the timeline.

"And you, hehe, you must know that in most of the trajectory of fate, you will become a disabled person who can only stay in a wheelchair, and die without the honor of a soldier.

"The most interesting thing is that after you die, the soul consciousness will be transferred to a turtle with a 'long life' due to the ability of Requiem, and spend a long time as a turtle, lingering as a barely usable carrier , continuously extending the length of the time axis affected by the power of the Silver Chariot Requiem"

Turning his head to look at Polnareff's Crimson King, unexpectedly he didn't find any negative emotions in the other's calm gaze, he could only sigh and shrug his shoulders: "Even so, you can accept it willingly? Okay? Okay. Can you tell me what you think?"

The Crimson King, of course, doesn't really want to help Polnareff.

What he promised, he can definitely do it, and he is not lying, but why bother?

Reviving a person who has been dead for more than ten years requires too much time and territory to intervene, especially in this world full of substitute messengers.

This level of timeline interference requires a lot of power for the Crimson King in this world. With the few years of "time" he has available, it is far from being able to afford it. It was useless to burn all of Apollos' twenty-five years.

Anyway, what he wants is to disturb the mind of Polnareff, the carrier, and create some obstacles for the arrival of the silver chariot Requiem, so as to delay a little space for him to act—

Even if Polnareff was moved, he didn't think the Dark Marshal would just watch his carrier betray, so he promised without any pressure.

However, the development of the matter did surprise the Crimson King——

Facing the blatant persuasion of the Scarlet King to his carrier, the Silver Chariot Requiem remained silent, showing no sign of showing his own will.

And Polnareff refused cleanly? Not even a little hesitation? A person with such a character doesn't seem like someone who would easily succumb to fate

Facing the curiosity of the Crimson King, Polnareff gave an unexpectedly simple answer. He said firmly, "Because you are the enemy."

"Huh?" The Crimson King frowned slightly.

"If I were ten years ago, I might be tempted by your promise, but it is far from the first time I have experienced being exploited by the enemy. My companions sacrificed for this, so how could I have nothing to do?" growing up."

A look of reminiscence flashed across Polnareff's face, and then he pointed at the Crimson King: "Diablo, Crimson King, no matter who you are, your evil deeds have already determined your position, Why should I believe the enemy's instigation? And more importantly"

Glancing sideways at the silent pitch-black stand-in, Polnareff said firmly, "I don't know much about what lies behind the Silver Chariot Requiem! He needs my soul, and he needs my soul named 'Jane'." Pierre Polnareff's The Will of a Man!

"No matter who my soul is born from, no matter what I end up becoming, I will only act according to my own will! My will will not change! I will work hard to redeem those tragedies and do the right thing!

"I believe in 'myself'! Therefore, I believe in the silver chariot Requiem that 'myself' believes in!"

"The will of mere human beings..." The Crimson King's face trembled, as if he wanted to laugh, but he didn't laugh in the end. He looked at the red-haired man's body in a pool of congealed blood with slightly complicated eyes.

After a low, inaudible snort, the Crimson King looked up at the ceiling. His eyes seemed to pass through many obstacles and saw something in the sky. Then he lowered his eyes and stared at the dark substitute in front of him; "So... this Are both things what you expected?"

The Silver Chariot, Requiem, faintly changed in Polnareff's shouts of firm belief. At this moment, on his dark mirror-like face with no eyes and noses, there was a faint image of the same figure as Polnareff. Leif's godlike facial features.

The pitch-black stand-in tilted his head slightly, and exchanged glances with Polnareff who was looking at him with inexplicable thoughts. Then he turned his head, and the prominent facial features disappeared again, and his face returned to the dark mirror.

At the moment when the silver chariot Requiem turned around and the face disappeared, a voice as calm as ice, similar to Polnareff's, sounded directly in the soul carrier of the Crimson King——

【.I became the "Marshal" of the alliance not because I possessed that ability, but because I sacrificed for the alliance and other members were willing to trust me and entrust their hope and strength to me, so I can have that Ability]

[.Unlimited mutations and choices are not what I expected, but in the battlefield where everything is subverted, there is no room for fisherman to watch the battle. You, too.]

【.Leave, Crimson King From "now", this world belongs to the alliance.】

Jojo's several parts have all settled in station b, cool. Find time to watch it again.