Chapter 212. Iggy, My Super Dog
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"What...what's going on? These traces of destru are...!?"
Whether it was the destructive power of [Cream] dev and tearing apart the surroundings, or Polnareff's rage, driving [Silver Chariot] to slice the air with such force that it created a vacuum, even transf into an attack of its own—these were no ordinary disturbances.
Even though Joseph and his group were located at the opposite end of the Dio's Mansion, with many rooms between them serving as buffers and sound barriers, they could still feel the intense force shaking the entire mansion.
They immediately uood that Polnareff and his team had likely entered a Stand attack from an enemy, prompting Joseph and the others to rush toward the battle.
As they approached the se, what greeted them was an unbelievable sight—
"The cuts are as smooth as a cork being pulled from a bottle...what in the world...?"
Joseph's tone was filled with gravity.
The destru left behind only these cuts, without causing any additional damage to the surrounding objects, nor the characteristic spiderweb cracks caused by internal stress.
This phenomenon didn't just imply that the enemy Stand had terrifyiructive power.
Speed and precision...
If this damage had been caused by a strike, even [Star Ptinum], with its 5A1C stats, might not have been able to pull it off.
After all, it was like slig the flesh of an apple without cutting through the peel—this wasn't something that could be achieved with mere strength and speed!
Realizing this, Joseph uood that Polnareff and his panions were fag an incredibly tricky foe. He quickly ordered Jotaro to use [Star Ptinum] to break through the blocked door so they could rush to Avdol's side.
The web-like cracks extending from the destru seemed to affirm this point...
However, for those who had witnessed [Cream]'s Stand ability, their focus was not on this phenomenon.
Instead, it was on— "The sed option, panions arrive for support."
This was the seethod Polnareff had envisioned before his death.
It had e to pass.
Or one could say it hadn't.
Joseph and the others were indeed hurrying to the se.
And they were almost there!
But time was running out—it wouldn't be enough for Polo escape the attack of [Cream].
The st hope that Polnareff, and the audience, g to—the fantasy that Jotaro and his group would show up like Ameri superheroes, arriving just in time to shout "We're here!" and rescue Polnareff from danger—
Was mercilessly shattered by the plot!
The only small fort erhaps this: Polnareff's sacrifice had not been in vain.
He had saved Iggy in his final moments, giving the dog a high ce of being rescued by Jotaro and the others in a superhero-like fashion.
But this oute...
An oute her desired (not wanting Polo die), irely unwanted (wanting Iggy to survive), was truly...
"Polnareff, this blood ot be credited to you."
Vanil Ice, emerging from the dark space of [Cream] after ensuring he had thhly devoured every part of the room, looked tentedly at the now nearly empty chamber. Supp his heavily injured body, he said with satisfa, "This blood belongs to Avdol. Back then, I po devour you and Avdol together, but he pushed you away, didn't he?"
"I didn't expect that in such a situation, Avdol would sacrifice himself instead of instinctively proteg his own life, allowing you to hurt me. But even though I'm injured now, I'm far from dead! , I'll take care of Joseph and the others. I'll definitely end their lives!!"
Like most vilins in other stories, Vanil Ice couldn't resist the urge to expin his pn to the heroes.
Or rather, fag such a formidable foe as Polnareff, who had threatened his life, Vanil Ice, having overe the danger, was like an athlete who had won an Olympiedal.
The threat was eliminated, and now he could cim his champion's reward!
If he had truly won...
Drip, drip, drip——————!
The sound of dripping water.
It was a sound that wasn't particurly surprising on a battlefield like this.
sidering the destructive power of [Cream], damaging some water pipes along the way wasn't ued.
Especially since he had deliberately attacked every position, distance, and obje the room, leaving the pce pitted and uneven.
So, the sound of dripping water wasn't out of pce.
But if these "water drops" appeared red, and their st, to Vanil Ice's undead body, was intoxigly appealing...
And most importantly, these red, fragrant "drops" weren't falling from any random pce, but directly from above him...
Vanil Ice, who believed humans couldn't fly, hadn't thought to attad destroy the ceiling, so naturally, he hadn't noticed anything unusual from up there earlier.
"!?"
Vanil Ice looked up in disbelief at the dire of the dripping.
And there, without a doubt, was—
"Iggy, how many times do I have to tell you? Stop showing off with your Stand... I've told you so many times..."
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"It's Polnareff! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
Unlike Vanil Ice's terrified scream, the audience, witnessing this se, erupted in cheers!
Polnareff was alive!
...No, more accurately, Polnareff hadn't died at all!
The eardust Crusaders" chat was now boiling over with excitement!
This wasn't the frustrated anger from earlier.
This was a genuine expression of joy and relief from nearly every viewer, shouting out their emotions—
"Iggy, my super dog!"
"Iggy, my super dog!" +1
"Iggy, my super dog!" +1
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