The combat power of the Iron Bros was unquestionable. Each Iron Golem weighed a massive thirty-two tons, making them literal walking fortresses of war.
The asphalt streets buckled under the weight of eighty Iron Golems, their heavy footsteps causing the surrounding buildings to tremble faintly. There was no need to hesitate—just steamrolling straight down the street was more than enough.
The first to be dragged out was Judgement. The balding brute had hidden inside a parked car by the road, pretending to be an unconscious bystander. It looked like a flawless disguise, but his Stand's attacks on Kakyoin and Avdol had already triggered the Iron Golems' aggro mechanics, locking onto him with no escape.
With an upward swing of their massive arms, the entire car was launched into the sky. As for the clay-and-gold giants created by the Stand, the golems dispatched them effortlessly—one-shotting them like kids.
With the situation blown wide open, Avdol's Magician's Red unleashed its flames, instantly evaporating the mist clinging to the corpses and rendering them completely unable to fight.
Moreover, he had to be careful not to accidentally hit these blocky iron lumps. The Iron Golems' retaliation mechanics were incredibly petty; once triggered, unless you were their creator, they would absolutely chase you down for blocks.
Avdol couldn't do anything about the mist further away. If he triggered a chain explosion, it would inevitably cause even more casualties and property damage. But there was no need to panic—the Iron Bros had it handled.
The explosive purge continued. With the Iron Golems' precise targeting, the Stand users would be dug out even if they hid three feet underground.
The battle ended quickly. The only one injured was Polnareff, who had nearly been stabbed into a sieve. Joseph had wrestled with the Empress parasite on his arm for a long time, ultimately relying on his wits to defeat the opponent.
"Potion of Healing!" Zenith announced, mimicking Doraemon's tone.
Zenith pulled out a pink potion and poured it down Polnareff's throat. Actually, he had asked earlier—the berries produced by Holly's Stand could be eaten by other Stands, and the effect would heal the Stand's user.
She was a noble healer among Stand users, though picking the berries consumed a massive amount of the user's stamina. Even though Holly's physical constitution was currently off the charts—going toe-to-toe with Captain America wouldn't be an issue—Joseph and Jotaro still refused to let her use her Stand lightly.
Two gentle men. It was understandable.
"Speaking of which, old man, have you ever considered growing your hand back? Little Right must get pretty lonely at night without Little Left's company, right?"
Zenith planted his feet, put his left hand on his hip, and raised a purple potion high above his head with his right hand. "Ta-da! Potion of Regeneration!"
Looking across the JoJo universe, Jotaro was defeated by time and family, and wasn't Joseph the same?
As the longest-living JoJo, the old man had also lost the most. Family, comrades, best friends—even after crying his eyes out countless times, he would always put on a goofy smile and rise to fight again.
Despite having a training method like the Ripple, he chose to give it up so he could grow old alongside his wife, eventually even suffering from senile dementia.
He had talent, luck, and ability. With a mortal body, he had defeated a "god," sending Kars to drift through space forever. It was just a pity that time flew by, and the hero grew old. On some sunset evening, watching kids blow bubbles on the street, would he think of his dead best friend, Caesar?
It was too tragic. This shouldn't be the old man's ending. Zenith was going to change all of this. *You want to grow old and gray with your wife? If you ask me, it'd be better if you two just lived for a few more centuries together.*
A sound effect played right on cue. Zenith had prepared a tape recorder by his side long ago, and it finally came in handy.
"It's Doraemon!"
The Doraemon anime obviously existed in this era. In response to Zenith's embarrassing behavior, the group collectively pretended not to know him—acting as if they weren't the ones striking JoJo poses during the post-battle victory screen.
"Potion of Regeneration. Theoretically, it can regrow your severed limbs. Your own hand has to be better than a prosthetic, right?"
The purple potion was downed. The power of a Nether Ghast caused his bodily tissues to grow at a rapid pace. For forty-five seconds after drinking it, you were basically Deadpool—you wouldn't die even if your head was chopped off.
"Oh!! Yes!! My hand is back!"
One, two, three, four, five—five fingers popped out one by one. Joseph excitedly raised his hand and shouted, but in the next second, a massive Enchanted Golden Apple was shoved into his mouth.
"Don't rush, don't panic, there's enough for everyone."
He went around shoving Enchanted Golden Apples into their mouths one by one. Regardless of anything else, he needed to boost this crew's physical stats and lifespans first.
There was no such thing as a lifespan limit in Minecraft, so it was foreseeable that Zenith would live for a very, very long time. In that case, friends who could accompany him through the long years were indispensable; otherwise, a person would truly go mad.
Choosing Jotaro and the others wasn't just because they were characters Zenith liked, but also because, after spending time with them, he could feel that these people were truly worth it.
After eating the Enchanted Golden Apples, young guys like Jotaro didn't show much change. The most obvious transformation belonged to Joseph.
His gray hair instantly turned brown from the roots to the tips, his wrinkles faded away, and the vitality of life once again filled his every cell.
"The Ripple energy is surging out! Incredible, this kind of Ripple is more than ten times stronger than when I was young!"
Great news! Our team's weakest link had received an epic buff. The enhanced Joseph was about to become a humanoid Star Platinum.
"This one is for your wife."
Zenith pulled out another Enchanted Golden Apple and tossed it over. Ignoring Joseph's thanks, he started building a 9x9 platform on the ground.
Since potions couldn't be stacked in his inventory, he didn't have enough Potions of Healing on him to treat so many wounded people. Fortunately, there was a more convenient method for large-scale recovery.
"Bring the ones who aren't completely dead yet over to me. Once I'm done, this area will become a continuous healing zone."
Obviously, Zenith was preparing to build a Beacon pyramid here. A max-level Beacon pyramid would allow the Beacon, infused with the power of the Nether, to continuously apply the Regeneration effect to all entities within its range.
It was an iron block pyramid, of course. A soft beam of light shot straight into the sky, and everyone could feel that warm power clinging to their bodies.
As for these guys.
Zenith looked at the captives gasping for breath on the ground and, without hesitation, trapped them in place using Boats.
It was a Minecraft mechanic: any entity other than a player couldn't leave on their own once trapped in a Boat. Even an Enderman capable of teleportation would be trapped by a Boat made of just a few wooden planks.
"Hanged Man, J. Geil. The man who murdered Polnareff's sister."
"Justice, Enya. The villain who unleashed her Stand to slaughter hundreds of ordinary people."
"Wheel of Fortune. Oh, this one's already been Ora'd half to death by Jotaro."
"Empress, already KIA."
"Judgement, hammered to death by the Iron Golems."
"A five-pronged ambush. Dio really thinks highly of us."
Sizing up the few who were still alive, Dio's ultimate simp—that elderly encyclopedia of Stands, Enya the Hag—was bound to be the one who knew the most intel. She was likely well aware of why the plot had gone completely off the rails.
But this old woman was incredibly stubborn. She was the type who would rather die than sell out any information. Getting the truth out of her wasn't going to be easy at all.