The Wonderful Journey of the Best Villain

This is happiness.

The fist of the Scarlet King stopped abruptly the moment it met Jonson Joffrey.

"Uh..." Diablo suddenly felt an unprecedented strange feeling, that he was floating...

"Why..." Diablo opened his eyes wide, his mind has stopped thinking, unable to understand the current situation...

He looked at the back of Jonson's head and couldn't believe that he really stopped moving as predicted—

"Who gave you the illusion, Diablo, saying that I only have the ability to stop an object..."

"You have completely angered me."

Diablo couldn't believe what happened. The future he saw was that Jonson Joffrey was crushed to death by a car—

According to his calculations, Jonson Joffrey must first defend against the things in his eyes, defend against cars again, and finally reach himself, because his actions are definitely not as fast as cars and other things...

According to his analysis, a double attack can only defend against the one that attacked first...

The gap in the middle is as long as the speed of firing two bullets in a row...

but why…

"I... can't move... anymore..." Diablo felt that his body was starting to weaken, and he couldn't attack at all. He wanted to move, but found that it was just in vain...

Jonson Joffrey looked down and looked at the rebellious Pope Line in his hand—

"This is my ability. I can control the Pope's line at will, and even fix or soften them (I can't remember when I first awakened, I used the line to resist the ceiling and fell)..."

"The first punch I attacked the car was to draw the line of the car, and the following actions were all to confuse you..."

The reversal pope thread is not soft, but the reversal pope makes it soft...

"Even so!" Diablo said unwillingly: "You can only suspend my blood attack on your eyes?!"

"No rails!!"

The rebellious pope punched the sports car, then turned to look at him.

Diablo widened his eyes and looked at Jonson Joffrey’s crimson eyes that were not stained with blood...

"How could... how could this be?!" Diablo's hopeless cry echoed on the beach...

How could this be? !

"What's going on?!" Polunaev looked at Diablo completely unable to move, and could only move like a kite without wind...

"What the **** is Jonson Joffrey's ability?!" Polunaev couldn't see through... Is his ability really the time to stop an object? !

"You're right, I can only defend against one attack, and I can only defend against the one that attacked first..." Johnson Joffrey was not overly happy, but said calmly—

"You can only see part of the future with your epitaph, but you can't see through the essential things..."

"The essence of my ability to rebel against the Pope is to erase all the energy of an object... It's just that the first step is to stop the transmission of energy."

"That's it!" Polunaev was overjoyed, and then analyzed: "The reversal pope can still control the energy substitute in essence. On the surface, the attack is suspended, but in fact, the energy of the attacking object is erased. The first thing that is lost is kinetic energy. Conversion..."

"Unless Jonson Joffrey touches Diablo now and converts him to new kinetic energy, otherwise, this situation will not stop!"

Polunaev said in surprise, but he fell into doubt again and asked loudly—

"But how do you clear the blood from your eyes?!"

Jonson Joffrey looked at Diablo calmly and said: "I can only erase an object, but when that object disappears or stops attacking me, can I regain kinetic energy, or gravitational potential energy."

"But if you keep attacking me, I will completely wipe out the energy."

"An object with mass will have energy. It is impossible for the blood in the eyes to stop attacking completely, so its existence is completely erased..."

"Everything in this world has energy. As long as it exists, it will have energy...Erasing energy is equivalent to erasing all existence."

"Generally speaking, the smaller the energy of the same type of object, the faster it will be erased. Your blood will disappear the moment it touches my eyes."

"Diablo, in a few minutes, you will completely disappear."

Jonson Joffrey stretched out his hand and pointed to Diablo's surprised and deformed face. His entire face had turned purple, cold sweat, tears, and nose were all streaming out—

"After the energy disappears, it will become chaotic heat floating in the world. From a certain perspective, you are indeed immortal..." Jonson Joffrey's mouth finally showed a little mocking smile.

"What the **** were you talking about just now..." Johnson said slowly, with a calm tone, as if waiting for Diablo's death—

"You guys want peace of mind. You killed so many people. You killed your own daughter, your adoptive father, and your own mother. You bought the poison pin for the child, and you let your men destroy this place. City…"

"You said to me, the only way to make you feel at ease?!"

Jonson Joffrey looked at Diablo calmly, his eyes were bright red and amber-

"Don't be kidding, a guy like you shouldn't exist in this world!"

Jonson Joffrey lowered his eyes, didn't even want to look at him again, and then the rebellious Pope appeared beside him—

"Diablo, with the blood feud of my friend Iruso, with the atrocities you committed against this city, with the heart of your demons—"

"I am going to kill you now—"

Jonson Joffrey reached out and pointed at him, and the rebellious pope suddenly appeared in front of him—

"Stop!! Joffrey!!" He screamed from the heart, he knew what was waiting for him—

"No railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways!

The fist of the rebellious pope fell like a bullet on Diablo's body—

"Wryyyyyyyyyy!!!"

"No railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways!!"

Diablo was hit by his fist directly into the sky, his whole body deformed like that red sports car—

"No railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways, no railways!!"

It was beaten directly into meat sauce—

"No rails!"

The rebellious pope yelled one last cry and punched him in the stomach!