Giorno in the passenger seat threw cold water inappropriately:

"We'll be at the Colosseum very soon."

"And Diapolo himself will most likely appear there."

"Ha?" Mista shuddered: "Then, what should I do?"

"What should I do if I don't do it."

Giorno sighed softly:

"In this situation, can we not go?"

""

"Yes, we have to go."

"However, since you know that Diapolo might be there, you have to think of a solution in advance, right?"

This is a serious question.

In fact, Li Qing and others have discussed this a long time ago:

The final conclusion is to join forces.

Form a team of at least three people, watch each other back to back, and maintain a defensive posture throughout the whole process.

It sounds helpless, but facing the elusive Scarlet King, this is the only way.

Only by saving one's life first can we find ways to launch a counterattack based on the specific environment, terrain, timing and other situations.

And now

"There are only two of us now."

"If it were just the two of us, and even the situation was worse, how should we deal with Diapolo?"

Misda knew very well that his sexy pistol seemed not qualified to fight the Scarlet King.

Not to mention winning, it is difficult to save your life.

"If there is insufficient staff"

Speaking of this issue, Giorno's expression was also extremely serious:

"Then I can only find ways to use some small means to protect myself."

"For example, laying traps with range-related damage effects around you in advance will prevent Diapolo from approaching, or if he is approaching, he will be killed."

"ha?"

Misda followed Gioruno's thoughts:

"Then aren't we finished?"

"Fuge's purple smoke has poisonous fog to release, but I can only shoot."

"Plus, your gold experience doesn't seem to have any scope of killing power."

“No, there are.”

Giorno said meaningfully.

"oh?"

"Can you release poison too?"

"I can indeed release poison, after all, many plants in nature can release toxic gases."

"But most of these phytotoxic plants that naturally evaporate into gas are insufficient in power and often only make people dizzy and nausea;"

"Most highly toxic plant poisons require internal treatment or blood contact, so I have many restrictions if I want to use them in actual combat."

“So I actually prefer to use fire.”

"Fire?" Misda was curious: "The gold experience still has the ability to set fire?"

"Of course the golden experience cannot set fire, but plants can."

"For example"

Giorno continues to start popular science:

"As long as weeds accumulate and then use gold to experience it to accelerate its internal breathing and heat production, the heat will continue to accumulate inside the haystack, which will eventually lead to "smolding".

"That way, I have a fire available."

"But that's not enough, right?"

Misda, who was born in the countryside, couldn't help but question:

"I have seen the spontaneous combustion of forage in my hometown's pasture."

"The speed of spontaneous combustion is too slow. How can it be used to fight and hurt people?"

"This is just a 'fire source'."

“Hast piles provide fire sources, while other plants can provide a lot of flammable materials:”

"For example: eucalyptus that can secrete a large amount of eucalyptus oil, white freshness that can secrete isopentidine, and our specialty here, Mediterranean rock rose."

Giorno's voice paused:

"Do you know?"

"The branches and leaves of Mediterranean rock roses secrete a flammable volatile essential oil."

“It often takes the initiative to ‘kill’ itself.”

"If you commit suicide, plants will also commit suicide?" Misda widened his eyes in surprise.

"Yes"

"However, there's a reason it does that."

"The Mediterranean climate is high in summer, and the rain and heat are different. Rock roses are prone to thirst in the hot summer due to water loss."

"So, it chooses to secrete essential oils in the scorching sun, creating conditions for spontaneous combustion to burn itself."

"I was burned to ashes, and the 'enemy plants' that were fighting for nutrition in nearby land would also be burned to death by the fire."

"And in the fertile fire soil where wood ash is piled up, the children of rock roses will protrude green buds from their heat-resistant shells and thrive in the embers of their parents."

Giorno tells a stunning plant epic.

As I listened, Misda was moved by the story of a shrub:

"The sacrifice of a generation brings the life of the next generation"

"It turns out that there are such touching stories in nature."

"That's right."

"So, don't worry"

Giorno said to Misda very seriously:

"I will protect you, just like the rock rose."

"Um."

Misda nodded with emotion.

"etc"

He was slightly stunned, and suddenly felt that there seemed something wrong with Giorno's words:

"Protect me like a rock rose?"

"The plant of Rock Rose has sacrificed its life for its descendants."

"Goruno, you"

"Is it?"

Mysda's face changed drastically:

"Are you taking advantage of me?"
Chapter completed!