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Sen Ya flexibly avoided Aleister's attack in the huge enclosed space, his body has never been so light.

He could feel that huge power was pouring out of his body continuously, and sometimes, he couldn't even control this too huge divine power very well.

At the same time, he also clearly knew that if he failed to control this huge divine power, then he would never be able to return to the throne of the gods.

This power will swallow him in reverse, and become the cornerstone for Aleister to ascend to the throne of the gods.

Moriya had no choice but to focus on two things, while avoiding Aleister's magic attack, while trying to control his increasingly violent power.

Perhaps because of the unstable strength, the enthusiastic team directly below him was the first to be affected by the huge fluctuations in divine power at this moment.

Apache was the first to fall, followed by Naranca not far from Apache, and Giorno, Fugo, Mista, and Bugarati fell into comas one after another.

They seemed to have had a long and sad dream.

The dream led them back to two years ago, that is, the nine-day rebellious journey that was memorable enough for a lifetime.

In this dream, Apache was the first to leave the crowd.

The perspective of this dream is very wonderful, they are like the spirit behind Moriya, closely following behind the black-haired boy.

It is also because of this that they saw the truth of everything - Mori went back in time sixty times before saving Apache.

"...You don't even know what you've been through before!" Moriya said to Apache excitedly, "You're dead! Can you have a snack next time? Do you know that Dad fucked you? Heartbroken!"

"What crazy things are you talking about again?" Apache in the dream was nervous about this stinky brat who went crazy online, "Did you die? Did you die in your dream?"

"That's not right! Just now! Just now! You careless guy! You are so cruel to me, why are you so gentle to other people's children?!"

"...Hey! You bastard, are you looking for a beating? Gentle?!"

When the two made a big fuss, it was Moriya who watched Apache leave in anger.

Sadness flashed across those amethyst-like eyes.

"...Why are you so stupid, I don't even remember this."

In this sigh that dissipated with the wind.

The blurred Apache looked at Mori blankly.

He silently walked across from Sen Ya, even though the black-haired boy couldn't see the ghost-like Apache, the tall man still said in a deep voice: "...Sorry," he took a deep breath, "but I ...now I remember."

The screen changed again, and everyone came to the decisive battle in Rome.

This time, it was Naranja who fell.

Diablo easily killed Naranca during the time he deleted.

"Nalanja! Nalanka——!" Sen Mi hugged Nalan Ka's collapsed cry, even though he knew that he could go back in time, seeing his partner die in front of his eyes in an instant, Sen Mi's emotions were still unavoidable out of control.

In order to save Naranca, he had to kill Diablo ahead of schedule.

Everyone watched helplessly as he went back in time more than seventy times before Naranja continued to maintain that silly and optimistic look.

"Naranga! You idiot! How could you die so easily!" Moriya hugged the gifted child, his voice choked up uncontrollably.

"...W-what?! I'm dead—?!" Naranja screamed.

Watching the performance of the two, Mista and his group looked at each other helplessly: "Here it is again, the daily supernatural studio."

The ghostly Naranja jumped up in front of Mista, baring his teeth and claws, and shouted at him: "It's not another film, it's real! Mista, you idiot!"

But the relaxed and cheerful atmosphere at this moment came to an abrupt end in the next second, because Bugarati fell down.

As early as four days ago, he had died, but Moriya did not know about it until four days later.

When the golden wind warmly covered the sky of Rome, Mori standing below was still crying.

Buccarati stretched out his hand to Sam Ya at a loss, but just like him who had ascended to heaven, Buccarati also couldn't give the boy some comfort.

However, Sen Ya's choice this time went back to seven days ago, when they had just boarded a boat to inherit Polpo's legacy.

Until this moment, everyone understood the reason why Moriya burst into tears that day—he cut off the ties with everyone with his own hands, and returned to the time when everyone was still unfamiliar, and started his own rescue again journey of.

"...We are all slaves of fate, but now, we are all awakened."

"So, we are called the recovered slaves."

Following the clear and cheerful voice of the young man, the six woke up from their dreams one after another.

...how do you manage to laugh?Even though it was just a dream, it already made people almost out of breath.

This huge memory made their heads still throbbing, but everyone sat up from the ground in silence—until this moment, everyone was still immersed in the memory just now.

"...Is this true?" Mista asked blankly, "All this, everything that Ami said...are things that actually happened?"

Naranja hammered the ground hard, "Damn...! I had a fight with Ami because of this."

The emotions of the six people refused to fall back for a long time. At this moment, Giorno said quickly: "I know what we should do! We still have something to do!" Down the action guide, "Yes Arrow!"

The five of them were all startled, and looked at Giorno one after another.

Donut Boy nodded to everyone, and said affirmatively: "It's the bug arrow that hit Diablo, as long as you get it—"

"But a worm arrow is not enough at all," Bugarati thought for a while and interrupted Giorno, "A worm arrow can only be used by one person, and the evolution brought by the worm arrow is only temporary. And it's a one-off."

"Qi Mu-jun, did you hear that? There are six people here waiting for your help." Osamu Dazai's voice suddenly sounded from behind the six people, and he and Qi Mu walked towards the crowd together.

"...What?" Fuge frowned and looked at the two.

"Qi Mu-jun, can you get the six arrows in the parallel world?" Osamu Dazai said.

Everyone looked at Saiki Kusuo in unison.

Qi Mu: "..."

Osamu Dazai blinked and smiled innocently at Saiki.

"It is indeed possible, but the so-called arrow will have a great risk." Qi Mu explained.

"Mr. Qi Mu," Bugarati said seriously, "if possible, please collect those six arrows for us. It is true that the battle of the gods has surpassed the scope of ordinary humans, but as long as there is a trace that exceeds the limit of humans I don’t want to let go of this opportunity.”

Bugarati looked at the people behind him, and sure enough, he got the same message from the eyes of his companions.

...Indeed, he could get the six bug arrows for them.Qi Mu thought secretly.But if they die because of this, he has no way to go back in time in this world.

"It's their choice," Osamu Dazai said in a very cold tone as if seeing Saiki's hesitation, "Everyone has placed their bets on this battlefield that belongs to the gods. You and I just sent the opportunity to In their hands, it is their own freedom whether they want to make this kind of bet or not."

For a moment, all the enthusiastic people stared at Saiki Kusuo.

"...What is your bet?" Saiki asked Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai shook the book in his hand, said with a smile, "It's my life." After he finished speaking, he sighed helplessly, "Although it's not something precious."

... Is this the determination of this group of people?

The enthusiastic person looked at Qi Mu with calm and persistent eyes, the only exception, that is, Fu Ge, the inner scale also slowly tilted towards the direction of betting his life to fight.

"...Really, there is nothing you can do."

As soon as the voice fell, Qi Mu's figure disappeared in place.Ten seconds later, this almighty superpower appeared in everyone's sight again - holding six worm arrows in his hand.

The enthusiastic six took the arrow that symbolized hope.

After Buccarati held the arrow in his hand, he seriously said to everyone: "The choice this time is still the same as the previous Venice, out of personal wishes. After all, no one knows what the insect arrow will make their substitute become. So, or whether it can withstand the power of the arrow."

Apaki snorted and interrupted him, "Buggarati, you are still the same mother-in-law. It has developed to this situation. It is impossible to have a second choice? Just like in Venice before, I This life was saved by Ami, so I will not back down."

Hearing the words, Nalanga slowly walked to Apache's side.

"Nalanja...?" Fugo looked at the trembling young man standing beside him in surprise, "You—"

Naranja raised his hand suddenly and interrupted him, "Stop talking, Fugo! I know it!"

Naranja looked at the bug arrow in his hand.

This is a prop that can advance the abilities of all substitute envoys, but not everyone will be able to advance successfully.

This is a gamble, and the bet is the life of the stand-in messenger.

"...Are you scared?" In the end, Fugo just asked in a low voice.

"I'm so scared—!" Naranja wiped the sweat off his face vigorously, "But, I still want to do it!"

He grasped the arrow in his hand, "Ami hasn't taught me all the knowledge of the fourth grade of elementary school, and she promised to go back to her hometown to eat authentic pizza, but after I hit Diablo, I returned to my enthusiasm with you. Elementary school The matter has not been completely resolved, and I still can't sit among a group of ten-year-old stinky brats..."

"Naranja...!" Mista couldn't help calling him, "Stop talking! Have you forgotten! The last time you said that, you, you—"

You will die in the next second...

Naranja shook his head resolutely, "No, it won't happen again this time." This gifted child made Mista speechless with only one sentence for the first time, "I , Bugarati, Apache, the three of them are still standing here, isn't this evidence?"

After hearing Nalanja's words, Mista was slightly taken aback for a moment, and then laughed. He gave Nalanja a thumbs-up: "As expected of our gifted children, a word can make everyone feel at ease. .”

"...Is that so?" Nalanja scratched his head embarrassingly, "I just think it might be a miracle that all of us can still stand here."

Fugo opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say any rebuttal to Naranja whose eyes were full of hope.

... At this moment, isn't it a miracle that he is standing here?

Apaji sneered after hearing Nalanga's words, he turned around holding the arrow and left.He is someone who has experienced real death.

"This time... when I see that brat again," Apache took a deep breath, "at least thank him properly."

"I will never let what happened two years ago happen again." Bugarati walked to Apache's side with the arrow.

Bugarati looked back at the remaining four people, "Ami saved us, this time, it's our turn."

Fuge trembled all over and walked to the side of the five people, "Am I crazy?! Why do you do this kind of thing like you..." While questioning himself, he squeezed the worm arrow in his hand tightly.

Bugarati looked at him with a smile: "This is the choice you made because of your noble character."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Moriya in the huge transparent barrier.

No more, that wind that dyed the sky of Rome golden.

We will never let history repeat itself, whether it is Nalanga who has reached the decisive battle but finally fell asleep in the vines, or Apache who fell on Sardinia.

"Steel chain fingers!" Bugarati called out to his substitute.

“Golden Experience!”

"Blues Melancholy!"

"Aerosmith!"

"Sexy Hand Mukura!"

Fuge gritted his teeth and said, "Zi Yan——!"

The six people raised the worm arrows in their hands in unison. At that moment, the fear was gone, and everyone's eyes were full of determination.

They stabbed at their doubles.

Let the hymn condensed by human courage bring the most powerful help to the gods who are in a hard fight!