The three of them fought without any scruples.

Fusak Palace was directly turned into ruins.

It was engulfed in flames along with the surrounding kilometers.

But the weird thing is.

This battle between the angel kings did not spread too widely.

Obviously.

Someone took action secretly.

(Qiao who doesn’t want to be named: Yes, that’s right below)

at last.

Accompanied by a roar of unwillingness that shook the heavens and the earth.

Hannibal Einhorn.

This Emperor Fusak is ambitious, knows how to tolerate, and is extremely capable...but very unlucky.

He fell under the joint siege of War Angel and Amon.

The war angel had quick eyesight and quick hands, and grabbed the crown covered with rust and blood stains.

Amon, on the other hand, successfully put away the other two extraordinary characteristics of the ‘Conqueror’.

The two looked at each other from afar.

He seems to be thinking about something.

But in the end, he left the scene with an urging from the bottom of his heart.

The fire still burns.

Einhorn family.

In other words, the prosperous Fusac Empire has turned into ashes.

Submerged in the dust of history.

…

…

The same pub.

The same darkroom.

Jon poured wine for the returning Medici, Sauron, Einhorn, and Amon.

"Thank you for your hard work. The collapse of the Fusac Empire will be remembered as your first contribution."

No one spoke.

Just stared at each other indifferently.

Medici and the others rarely unite to deal with the threat of Amon.

"Okay, okay, it doesn't have to be like this, we are all brothers." Jon said with a smile.

However, these pretensely relaxed words did not dispel the dead atmosphere.

He clicked his tongue, slightly emphasized his tone, and said, "I know you both want the other person to die, but I won't allow it."

'I don't allow it'

One sentence is enough.

The one with the big fist is the boss.

No matter Amon or Medici.

They are all afraid of the people in front of them.

Jon nodded with satisfaction, "That's right."

He looked at the three Medicis and said with a smile: "How about it, the new body will be easy to use."

What responded to him was an unspeakable silence.

Tens of seconds later.

Medici and the others spoke.

"Why did we get together?"

"Who are Huahua, Bubbles and Maomao?"

"What is the synchronization rate?"

Jon smiled: "As I said, I used my authority to create these three bodies... Specifically, I mixed honey, spices and various sweet materials together, and then added the mysterious chemical element "X"

It was refined after you went in."

"As for why they merge into one body? The principle is too troublesome and I don't want to explain it."

"Huahua, Bubbles and Maomao, the principle is too complicated and I don't want to explain it."

"Synchronization rate, uh, the principle is too troublesome, I don't want to explain it."

Anyway, I just don’t want to explain.

Medici and the others have black streaks all over their heads.

Jon frowned, "Your body is intact, and you still have the strength for the three of you to face Sequence 1. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

Well……

This is true.

All in all, Medici and the others still took advantage.

"Okay, this problem is solved, then the next step is the distribution of the spoils." Jon crossed his legs, "My suggestion is, Medici, you give your uniqueness to Amon, and as compensation, I will give you another

opportunity to become a god."

A chance to become a god!?

Medici and the others' hearts skipped a beat.

Although Jon Joestar has a bad taste of one kind or another.

But there is one thing.

He really means what he says.

Promised...

Even if not all are realized.

There will also be compensation afterwards.

For example, the ‘fit’ function.

They don't want to admit it but they have to admit that the feeling of being a war angel is intoxicating.

After hearing this, Amon showed no joy on his face.

There is never a free lunch.

The price of obtaining uniqueness may be difficult for him to bear.

"really?"

"really?"

"really?"

Facing Medici's questions, Jon nodded affirmatively, "Don't worry, I won't tell lies because it's not necessary."

In fact.

After the three Medicis had new bodies, they were not suitable for the earth's potion system.

Or the gift system of the outer gods is more suitable for them.

Mr. Qiao's reputation is still very good.

Medici and the others obediently handed over the crown.

There's nothing you can do if you don't pay.

Their strength is not enough to protect this treasure.

Then.

Jon and Amon were the only ones left in the darkroom.

Jon took out a bottle of magic potion and placed a stone head covered with snake hair next to the crown.

"Want it?"
To be continued...