Chapter 212. Iggy, My Super Dog
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"What...what's going on? These traces of destruction are...!?"
Whether it was the destructive power of [Cream] devouring 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 transforming 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 understood that Polnareff and his team had likely encountered a Stand attack from an enemy, prompting Joseph and the others to rush toward the battle.
As they approached the scene, 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 destruction left behind only these clean 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 terrifying destructive power.
Speed and precision...
If this damage had been caused by a strike, even [Star Platinum], with its 5A1C stats, might not have been able to pull it off.
After all, it was like slicing 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 understood that Polnareff and his companions were facing an incredibly tricky foe. He quickly ordered Jotaro to use [Star Platinum] to break through the blocked door so they could rush to Avdol's side.
The web-like cracks extending from the destruction 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 second option, companions arrive for support."
This was the second method Polnareff had envisioned before his death.
It had come to pass.
Or one could say it hadn't.
Joseph and the others were indeed hurrying to the scene.
And they were almost there!
But time was running out—it wouldn't be enough for Polnareff to escape the attack of [Cream].
The last hope that Polnareff, and the audience, clung to—the fantasy that Jotaro and his group would show up like American superheroes, arriving just in time to shout "We're here!" and rescue Polnareff from danger—
Was mercilessly shattered by the plot!
The only small comfort was perhaps this: Polnareff's sacrifice had not been in vain.
He had saved Iggy in his final moments, giving the dog a high chance of being rescued by Jotaro and the others in a superhero-like fashion.
But this outcome...
An outcome neither desired (not wanting Polnareff to die), nor entirely unwanted (wanting Iggy to survive), was truly...
"Polnareff, this blood cannot be credited to you."
Vanilla Ice, emerging from the dark space of [Cream] after ensuring he had thoroughly devoured every part of the room, looked contentedly at the now nearly empty chamber. Supporting his heavily injured body, he said with satisfaction, "This blood belongs to Avdol. Back then, I planned to 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 protecting his own life, allowing you to hurt me. But even though I'm injured now, I'm far from dead! Next, I'll take care of Joseph and the others. I'll definitely end their lives!!"
Like most villains in other stories, Vanilla Ice couldn't resist the urge to explain his next plan to the heroes.
Or rather, facing such a formidable foe as Polnareff, who had threatened his life, Vanilla Ice, having overcome the danger, was like an athlete who had won an Olympic gold medal.
The threat was eliminated, and now he could claim his champion's reward!
If he had truly won...
Drip, drip, drip——————!
The sound of dripping water.
It was a sound that wasn't particularly surprising on a battlefield like this.
Considering the destructive power of [Cream], damaging some water pipes along the way wasn't unexpected.
Especially since he had deliberately attacked every position, distance, and object in the room, leaving the place pitted and uneven.
So, the sound of dripping water wasn't out of place.
But if these "water drops" appeared red, and their scent, to Vanilla Ice's undead body, was intoxicatingly appealing...
And most importantly, these red, fragrant "drops" weren't falling from any random place, but directly from above him...
Vanilla Ice, who believed humans couldn't fly, hadn't thought to attack and destroy the ceiling, so naturally, he hadn't noticed anything unusual from up there earlier.
"!?"
Vanilla Ice looked up in disbelief at the direction 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 Vanilla Ice's terrified scream, the audience, witnessing this scene, erupted in cheers!
Polnareff was alive!
...No, more accurately, Polnareff hadn't died at all!
The entire "Stardust 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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