American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 179 Knight
Amidst the intense attention, Johnny Depp, riding his beloved motorcycle, stopped on the track.

"Burning Johnny won't be jumping over fifty cars as expected..."

As soon as the host finished the first half of the speech, the cheers immediately subsided, but then, after the second half was finished, a tidal wave of shouts erupted in the stadium, because what Johnny was about to do was jump over six UH-60 Black Hawk helicopters.

"No one has ever attempted such a daring performance before."

The propellers whirred as the helicopter landed smoothly on the lawn, serving as an obstacle for the helicopter to fly over, but the propellers did not stop.

But Johnny has already soared to great heights!

"Good heavens! This is exactly what I've been looking for!" Baling, who had been lying down in the audience, suddenly sat up, a bloodthirsty and excited smile on his face.

Johnny, you actually came up with this idea, that's incredible!

The idea of ​​flying over helicopters is absolutely brilliant!

If the plane is not careful and crashes below, the fragile human body will be cut into pieces by the propeller in less than half a second.

I initially just wanted to see Johnny, the king of crashes, in person, but now I'm witnessing a scene that surpasses even paid content.

Baling decided that if Johnny failed later and didn't have the system with him, and his body was broken into pieces, then he would go up and ask the floating soul. Baling really wanted to know.

How exactly did this idea come about?

Fortunately, Johnny succeeded.

He leaped 300 feet across the court, creating a miracle.

Then, he rode his motorcycle away from the venue to pursue the love he craved.

The signs have appeared; he is about to start a new life.

What Johnny didn't know was that the signs did appear, but not the Rosanne he thought it was, but—the Blackheart Demon.

Mephisto needs Ghost Rider to deal with Blackheart, so he will reappear tonight.

At the age of seventeen, Johnny signed a contract to save his father, who was suffering from cancer, and the time was about to come for it to be fulfilled.

Johnny Blaise will become the new Ghost Rider.

Over the years, Johnny has lived in the shadow of the contract, fearing that the old man named Loark, with whom he had made the contract, might come and take his life at any time, just like his father, who died years ago after recovering from cancer, crashed his car the day after performing a stunt.

That wasn't an accident, because Johnny saw it; it was the old man who did it.

But today was different. Johnny had a strong feeling that he was about to start a new life.

Especially after meeting Rosanne.

Therefore, Johnny firmly believed that he should not live in fear, and that he should bravely live a new life... a new life.

……

It was 8 p.m. at night.

It was completely dark, and it was almost time.

Two hours, nineteen minutes, and seven seconds after arranging to have dinner with Rosanne, Johnny stood in front of the mirror again. This time, however, he still wasn't wearing his helmet.

It's already past the time limit; the motorcycle hasn't even left the house yet.

He was still hesitating, standing in front of the mirror, trying to convince himself:
"You cannot live in fear... You cannot live in fear..."

He repeated it over and over again, his premonition growing stronger, but he still couldn't make a decision.

Suddenly, his hands turned as red as a scalded lobster, not only very red, but also steaming. He hurriedly washed his hands.

But what happened next was even stranger.

"Johnny—!"

A drawn-out whisper came from beside my ear.

Johnny turned around but saw nothing. Then, the sound of an engine filled the air, and he realized his motorcycle, which he was supposed to ride to his date, was gone. What the hell is going on now?!

Johnny felt uneasy, but his premonition was almost at its peak. Following the sound of the engine, he walked out of the alley, where his beloved car—Grace—was constantly humming.

Johnny seemed to sense something, turned around, and pointed firmly in one direction—the direction an old man was walking towards.

He has arrived. The old man, Loark, who signed the contract back then, is actually Mephisto, the Lord of Hell.

Their reunion was not pleasant.

Mephisto orders Johnny to kill Blackheart, but Johnny refuses and instead mounts his beloved Harley to go to his dinner date that evening.

Women are still more important!

But whether or not you go is not up to you, Johnny!
Mephisto slammed his cane into the ground, instantly activating the power of the Spirit of Vengeance within Johnny.

From then on, hellfire reappeared on earth.

Hellfire engulfed the motorcycle beneath him, its tires glowing red-hot like branding irons, and its speed skyrocketed.

The Harley-Davidson motorcycle seemed to have been given a spirit, immediately starting its automatic navigation mode and speeding along at an astonishing speed.

The high-speed spinning tires rubbed against the ground, leaving long trails of flame. The blast of air, like a violent hammer, shattered the windshields of passing cars. Roadside shops suffered even more damage, as the motorcycle's ferocious air currents and scorching flames directly destroyed them.

Ghost Rider, activate!
at the same time.

While happily eating fried chicken at a chain fried chicken restaurant, Baling suddenly noticed something was wrong.

In his perception, a raging flame, extremely arrogant, exploded in the bustling city center.

That was no ordinary fire. Even from a great distance, Baling could feel a chill in his heart, which meant it posed a threat to him.

Could it be hellfire appearing?
Baling didn't bother to finish the remaining fried chicken and hurriedly walked out of the store into a dark alley.

Then, the masked man, now dressed in a black trench coat, came out.

The Ghost Rider caused a great commotion and left very obvious traces. The remaining flames and black tire tracks were the best waypoints, not to mention the continuous explosions.

Baling flashed by, his figure moving rapidly between the skyscrapers as he closed in on the fiery Ghost Rider.

Fighting in the city would undoubtedly cause great damage, and even Baling would be difficult to control.

Therefore, Baling did not act rashly, but instead planned to catch up and wait for a suitable opportunity or a desolate environment before subduing Hellfire.

Baling finally saw the exhaust fumes, thanks to its appearance in the shadows and its occasional swaying between tall buildings.

That motorcycle was very fast; its straight-line speed could even keep up with a gentle breeze. It also leaned very low into corners and could drift nimbly. Even in traffic, it could maintain its top speed.

Baling tried its best to catch up, but the distance between them grew further and further.

The further away from the crowd, the faster the motorcycle went, until the motorcycle was so fast that it became blurry, and even the rider's figure could not be seen clearly.

Once on the country roads, the speed increased by several levels.

"You brat ahead, dare you dismount and fight!"

Baling spread its broad crow wings and frantically flapped them to accelerate, but it was still just a little bit too slow.

Boom boom boom!
The engine roared suddenly, and Ghost Rider accelerated, trying to shake off Baling, who was flying straight towards him.

The dark power of Baling continued to drive and empower the wings growing on its back, causing the wings to grow longer and wider, and the air currents stirred up by the wings to become increasingly fierce.

A strong sense of being blown through the air rushed in, and the scenery on both sides was thrown behind at lightning speed.

However, the motorcycle burning with hellfire in Baling's field of vision also erupted, instantly increasing its speed.

"Damn it! My Battle Aura Wings actually lost to Hellfire!" (Not Battle Aura)

Baling cursed in frustration, then continued to sprint as hard as he could.

(End of this chapter)