Blackmore’s teeth sensed the moment Lucian’s clothes changed, realizing that he hadn’t fully protected himself.
The enemy must be changing the state of his clothes to defend himself.
“You’re protecting yourself by changing the material of your clothes, aren’t you?” He felt he had seen through Lucian’s ability.
“Guess for yourself; I won’t just leak information about my Stand.
Perhaps I’m transferring the damage instead.”
“I see.
Then let’s see if you have the resolve to keep the Saint’s Corpse.”
Several daggers made of rainwater were thrown toward Lucian below.
Lucian wrapped himself tightly in his cloak, leaving no part of his body exposed.
The rain daggers didn’t hit the cloak; he wasn’t aiming at Lucian, but at the puddles accumulating beside him.
Rain leaped up once more from the puddles it had fallen into.
These were also raindrops.
The raindrops hit Lucian’s pants, producing a sound like clashing metal.
Ever since realizing the enemy might bypass his cloak to attack, Lucian had made all his clothes as hard as armor.
Blackmore’s tactic failed.
“It seems your plan didn’t work.
Standing up there won’t do you any good.
Based on my observations over the past few days, the rain is about to stop.” Lucian taunted him, trying to provoke the enemy standing above his head to come down.
Blackmore realized the enemy had figured out his Stand’s ability, but he began to bluff.
His voice remained steady as he said, “As long as there is water, I can use my Stand ability indefinitely, so you needn’t worry about me.
But how long can your ability last?”
“I hope it’s as you say.” Lucian had known his ability from the start, so he naturally knew he was lying.
The situation was exactly as Lucian described; the rain in the sky was already lighter than before.
Thus, Blackmore could no longer remain standing on the raindrops above Lucian’s head indefinitely.
He decided to move; a nearby utility pole was a good choice.
Regardless of whether the rain stopped, he could maintain his distance from Lucian.
Heartsteel flew toward Blackmore on the utility pole, but it seemed unable to reach him due to the distance, only venting its frustration on the nearby wires.
At that moment, a spark flashed, and Blackmore actually took damage from an electric current.
He often stood on utility poles and naturally knew which spots were safe to touch.
However, now was not the time to ponder that.
Standing on the utility pole, Blackmore endured the damage from roughly 110V and jumped off again.
The soft insulation covering the wires could be changed the moment Lucian’s Steel Heart made contact.
Lucian had been waiting for him to Stand on the utility pole, just like in the manga.
Conductivity is a property of metal, and Lucian had just bestowed this attribute upon the originally insulating wire casing.
In an instant, the insulation was no longer insulating, and Blackmore came into direct contact with the bare wire.
Moreover, his body was covered in rainwater.
Rainwater, being non-pure water, is an excellent conductor!
In the moment he was about to fall, Blackmore realized the intelligence he had just passed on was incorrect, and this faulty information might lead to the deaths of others.
Blackmore endured the pain and stopped on the raindrops in mid-air.
Gasping for breath, his consciousness was already somewhat blurred.
The raindrops beneath his feet were on the verge of falling.
110V isn’t immediately fatal.
Blackmore’s jump was also timely.
However, under the influence of pain, he briefly lost focus, and the raindrops frozen in the air began to fall.
This was the opportunity Lucian had been waiting for.
He ran toward Blackmore, and Steel Heart emerged, quickly flying toward the enemy.
The electric current numbed Blackmore’s nerves, slowing his reaction time.
In this state, he couldn’t use the raindrops to reconstruct his flesh in time to evade the damage.
Steel Heart’s speed was an A, after all.
At that moment, a barrage of heavy punches was unleashed!
Lucian suppressed the urge for himself and his Stand to let out a strange battle cry, as it felt a bit embarrassing.
Enduring the damage, Blackmore struggled to let the rain carry away a portion of his torso.
He couldn’t allow his incorrect intelligence to be sent back and mislead his teammates.
The rain took another part of Blackmore’s body.
He opened another pigeon cage with his hand.
But he no longer had the chance to write any more information.
So, he used his own blood to draw a mark on the pigeon, hoping The President would understand his meaning.
Under the continuous heavy punches, the mask on Blackmore’s face shattered.
Blackmore, who had barely been able to Stand in the air using the raindrops, began to fall; he could finally no longer control the rain.
As the pigeon took flight, Blackmore slammed heavily onto the ground.
He had done everything he could, hoping The President would bring ultimate happiness to this country.
At that moment, the rain stopped, and a rainbow appeared on the distant horizon.
Blackmore looked at the distant rainbow and reached out his hand, trying to grasp it.
He muttered to himself, “It’s a pity that, in the end, I could never catch that beautiful rainbow.”
Unfortunately, rainbows only appear after the rain; he would never be able to catch one.
Lucian walked over to Blackmore and looked at his first enemy, who was not yet completely dead.
It was only when the pigeon flew toward the Rainbow that his hand finally fell to the ground.
Blackmore had also fulfilled his [resolve]; here, everyone fought for their own beliefs.
At the moment Blackmore died, the doorway in Lucian’s mind grew a bit brighter.
It seemed that it wasn’t only the Saint’s Corpse that could charge the doorway.
Death possessed the same function—or perhaps it was the death of a Stand User.
Lucian stepped forward and picked up the revolver from Blackmore’s body; it was now his trophy.
Revolvers had an extraordinary record in this part.
In other parts, Stand Users hardly feared bullets at all.
After searching a bit more, he found a few banknotes.
Aside from that, the man carried nothing else.
Lucian placed the fallen umbrella onto Blackmore’s body and then strode toward the city gate.
Since the enemy had found him, it meant he was already exposed to The President.
Though he didn’t know exactly how The President knew of his existence, there was no longer any time for leisurely planning.
Fate always brings those who possess the corpse together.