Chapter 5077: Announcing Destruction Across All of Europe? Dio

The JoJo's Bizarre Adventure world.

In Old Europe, Paris. Inside a café.

Joestar was drinking coffee with his teacher Zeppeli.

"You really scared the hell out of me just now," Zeppeli sipped his coffee to calm himself, rubbing his temples in pain. "You suddenly appeared right in front of me… covered head to toe in blood. I truly thought you were beyond saving."

"Almost," Joestar wore a bitter smile. "If I hadn't prepared in advance… and if my friends hadn't given me some means to prolong my life, I really would've been beyond saving!"

"That resurrected Dio you mentioned to me before," Zeppeli crossed his arms, frowning slightly, "had no reason to… We were all certain that vampire had been killed… and we saw his corpse ourselves."

"Could it be… someone impersonating Dio's appearance and committing those acts? But that makes no sense… According to what you said, that being's power has reached a near-divine level—why would he do something like this…?"

Zeppeli couldn't make sense of it.

"Actually… I've already figured out the reason," Joestar opened his mouth, but before he could elaborate, a cold voice rang out from the heavens.

"Jonathan Joestar! Are you in this city right now? Hehe, even if you're not, it doesn't matter! I'm only here to announce my decision…"

"In ten minutes, I will completely destroy this city! In half an hour, I will annihilate this nation… If you're here, come to the Arc de Triomphe and defeat me."

"Ha ha ha, you probably don't know—Great Britain has already been utterly destroyed by me! That's your homeland… I said the same thing there, and no one answered… so everyone died!"

"This sin must be borne by you."

"Despairing? Suffering? That's exactly what I want! This is your punishment for killing Dio—this is your punishment for bringing me unbearable shame～???

Joestar's pupils dilated instantly. He shot to his feet, his face pale with horror, and forced out a few words through clenched teeth, "This bastard."

Without hesitation, Joestar grabbed the clothes laid out on the sofa and threw them on.

"…You're going to fight that guy?" Zeppeli's face was equally grim, but even in fury, his mind remained clear. "According to what you said… and what he said—capable of destroying a nation in half an hour—we can't possibly win! Going there now would just be suicide."

"No, his power isn't just about destroying nations. If he wanted, annihilating this entire planet beneath our feet wouldn't be difficult." Joestar opened the café door, his expression grave. "He's just enjoying the little pleasure of destroying all life on this planet… and deepening my guilt."

"…Then how can we possibly win?" Zeppeli was utterly hopeless at this moment.

But after a brief silence, he stood up and swiftly moved toward Joestar. Even if he died, he refused to die in this café—he would die on the path of battle.

The café fell silent. The many customers drinking coffee stared at each other, bewildered, wondering if they'd imagined what they'd heard.

Suddenly, a brilliant radiance erupted beside Joestar.

Three figures materialized from nothingness, slowly taking shape. The one in front, Su Han, sighed helplessly. "Was it really necessary to rush so much? If we'd arrived a moment later, you'd have been instantly killed by Dio."

"Damn it!" Zeppeli instantly went into battle stance, his Ripple energy surging.

Joestar smiled bitterly and unleashed his own Ripple to disperse Zeppeli's attack. "Don't attack—these are my friends. Their power far surpasses mine. That's precisely why I didn't lose hope—I knew they'd come."

"…I see! My deepest apologies," Zeppeli had complete trust in Joestar. He immediately retracted his attack gesture, bowing slightly toward Su Han and the others.

Su Han casually opened the guild livestream and chuckled. "No apology needed."

"Let's head to the battlefield," You Suwei turned, his gaze fixed on the direction of the Arc de Triomphe. "I sense it… that incredibly powerful, yet deeply evil energy."

Taking a deep breath, You Suwei swept his hands through the air. A terrifying radiance wrapped around the group, hurling them swiftly toward the distance.

The scene fell dead silent. Finally, the café patrons snapped out of their shock—some terrified, some awestruck, some disbelieving, some filled with dread.

"Just now… what exactly happened? Who was that person?!"

"Good heavens! Was that an Easterner? It must've been an Easterner, right…"

"No, how could a subject of that decaying Eastern dynasty look like that? Especially the one in front… so handsome! I think I fell in love at first sight."

"No no no, that light they used just now… and vanishing in an instant—that's clearly divine power! Good heavens! Did we just witness gods?"

"Wait… didn't they just say they were going to fight that loud guy? Is he really at the Arc de Triomphe…? He wasn't joking? He really has the power to destroy the whole city and kill all of us…?"