Feeling something strange at his feet, Jero lowered his head.

But he saw a familiar pink bear clutching his boots tightly.

Jero was stunned.

Didn't he already leave the little bear on the road?

how......

Just thinking about it.

The pink bear suddenly exploded and turned into a light blue transparent film, wrapping around Jero's legs.

Jero reacted instantly.

Stand attack

——There are enemies nearby!

"Human beings will give up some things and move on."

"Or......"

"What if we want to regain the past or go back?"

"Make your choice, Gerard Zeppelin."

Accompanied by a whisper.

A man wearing a steel helmet slowly walked out of the shadows.

Jero's pupils shrank sharply, he picked up the iron ball and threw it.

Although it is no longer possible to use "Golden Spin", the ordinary spinning iron ball still has good power.

'boom!'

In the blink of an eye, the attack hit.

The man wearing a steel helmet was knocked unconscious.

Seeing this, Jero felt slightly calm.

Unexpectedly, instead of being angry, the man showed a strange smile, "So, is this your choice, Gerald Zebelin?"

"Who are you?" Jero suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and asked sternly: "What is your purpose!"

"I'm really sorry, I forgot to introduce myself." Catching Jero's eyes, the man in the steel helmet said calmly, "My name is Aisal.ro. Let me consider him as Mr. President's subordinate."

‘Fanny Valentine’s men’?!

Hearing this, Jero's face suddenly became a little ugly.

It was so good that he was immortal, but he appeared when he and Johnny were exhausted...

aisal.ro.

This guy is completely different from those crappy assassins before!

"Jero Zibelin, I saw clearly the wonderful performance of you and Johnny Joestar just now."

"For the sake of fairness, I'm going to tell you something."

"My substitute, 'civil war,' will materialize the "sinful karma" you abandoned, but as long as you wash it with clean water, you can be redeemed."

Asal.ro said, while summoning "Civil War"

——A robot-like stand-in made of steel sheets.

"Stop joking, you bastard, you are trying to seduce me!"

Jero chuckled, showing an expression like 'I've seen through everything'.

Aesar.ro shook his head. "The battle of the substitute...for example, the "fairness" of revealing one's own shortcomings to the enemy can be turned into spiritual power, allowing the substitute to exert its maximum power, because "despicable" cannot

Turn into "power".

Whether you believe it or not, my weakness is water. This is not a trap, let alone a trap. As long as you wash yourself with water, you can obtain salvation from the "sin karma" you abandoned."

Jero was doubtful.

At this moment, many things appeared around him.

Worn toothbrushes, scrapped iron balls, knives full of chips...

These abandoned "sinful karma" flocked to Jero.

Jero thought for a second, then reached out and touched the iron ball at his feet.

The moment my fingers touched the surface of the iron ball, the memories buried in my heart came flooding out!

"What are you thinking about? Let this prisoner end his suffering!"

"Do it!"

"Eliminate fear, your job is to eliminate fear!"

My father's words rang in my ears.

Jero's eyes were filled with images of execution errors.

He retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted.

But, it's too late.

The thrown iron ball suddenly exploded and turned into a transparent film that wrapped around Jero's arm.

Jero was shocked.

Aissaro told his story in an orderly manner, "It was almost 1863. At that time, I was young and promising, and all I could think about was becoming a great musician like Dvorak.

But the sudden war called me to the battlefield and was assigned to the most remote place for sentry duty.

Day after day, I could only stare at the horrific scenes of the battlefield and the silent night...

I couldn't stand it anymore and started drinking.

One time, I accidentally overslept and the enemy attacked quietly.

When I woke up, the enemy troops had already passed through the treetops where I was lurking.

‘Light the lights, give a signal, and notify our military camp located several kilometers away.’ My mission is that simple.

But I did not carry out the order, because once I lit the lamp, the enemy would immediately find me hiding in the treetops.

So, I calmly raised the bottle and drank the rest of the wine.

Not long after, gunfire came from our army's position, and the firelight illuminated the night like day!

The war that resulted in the massacre of the townspeople began to lead to defeat, and the battlefield where that battle took place is now this small town.

I am a very sinful person... I don't know how many things I have given up to survive till now.

Therefore, I very much hope to obtain true redemption."

After talking for a long time, Isarro looked at Gerald, who was 80% covered, "Gerald Zeppelin, are you willing to help me?"

help you?

Help your mom!

Jero felt very outrageous.

Because of your single dereliction of duty, not only did your comrades and innocent townspeople die, but you even changed the course of the entire war.

That's it?

You still fucking want redemption.

Pooh!

nausea!

too disgusting.

How can there be such shameless people in the world?

In his excitement, Jero forcefully squeezed out a trace of strength from his body.

He didn't dare to pick up the iron balls all over the floor, but he still had a substitute.

Show respect to the "substitute".

Pay homage to the "roundabout"!

The ‘Iron Ball Destroyer’ exists precisely for situations like this!

"Oh la!"

Zero used his injured left arm to throw the substitute with great difficulty.

The ‘Iron Ball Destroyer’ flies out slowly.

Accelerate, spin.
To be continued...