American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 183 Behind the Scenes
"Rules? Rules are meant to be broken."

Baling's words startled Carter Slay, who hadn't expected the visitor to be someone who didn't follow the rules.

This is a sacred cemetery, a place that both the legitimate and illegitimate worlds treat with respect. Inside, there's an enshrinement of Archangel Michael. Although his physical form is no longer on earth, disrespecting him is still a serious matter. What if you offend him and get into trouble in heaven?
What? You're not going to heaven, but to hell? Then it's fine.

Baling didn't realize anything was wrong; in his mind, he was righteous. Besides, he had never even heard of a holy land, nor had anyone ever told him about it.

Since that's the case, then go ahead and do it.

Baling is such a person who follows his heart.

"If you know what's good for you, point out your evil deeds and the mastermind behind them. Perhaps then I won't use my fist, which is as big as a clay pot, to beat up your old bones."

Faced with Baling's threat, Carter Slay's choice was... to endure!
Carter Slay was a popular Texas patrolman in his youth. He had seen much evil and had been misled by greed, but his judgment was never wrong. He could sense that Baling was an evil unlike any other, and the tone of his voice was... strangely righteous!
Therefore, Carter Slay chose to advise first, and advised against taking action unless absolutely necessary, as his strength was dwindling.

"Young man, don't be too hot-blooded. There are some things you don't understand, and things are very complicated. Following the rules is good for both of us."

Carter Slade feigned profundity, intending to use the wisdom of the elderly to warn the young man against taking action here.

"If young people aren't spirited, what kind of young people are they! What are you old fools talking about? Just one question: are you going to talk or not?"

Baling doesn't care about this or that. The world is on the verge of collapse. He has no interest in playing guessing games or understanding those useless unspoken rules.

After being bluntly rebuked by Baling, the old cowboy could only sigh that the young man was impatient, impolite, and didn't respect the elderly.

"This is a holy site dedicated to the Archangel. Demons are not allowed to run rampant here. Give them some face."

"Good, good! This sacred place is actually harboring filth and evil; it's time to purge the stagnant blood."

In just a few words, Carter Slay's rhetoric not only failed to work, but also backfired, skipping the negotiation phase altogether.

Seeing that things were still going in the wrong direction, the white-haired old man immediately picked up his shovel and swung it towards Baling.

Hey!
Take this scoop!
Old soldiers never die, they simply fade away.

Although he is old, Carter Slade has long been immersed in American traditional martial arts - the quick draw technique, and his moves are always fast and accurate.

Unfortunately, I've gotten old.

Baling caught the shovel that came at him with his bare hands, and Carter Slay used all the strength in his old bones but couldn't budge it an inch.

A metallic, distorting sound rang out!

With a little more force, the shovel twisted into a lump of scrap metal.

Carter Slade released his grip, took a half step back, and deep in his cloudy eyes was a profound sense of helplessness. Old Deng, who already had one foot in the grave, never expected that someone would come knocking on his door.

"I'll ask you one last time, where is Loyak? What conspiracy are you plotting?" Baling unleashed his white bone blade.

“I don’t know. He is Mephisto Ferris, the infamous Lord of Hell, the King of All Demons. I am just an ordinary human, how could I possibly know his whereabouts?” Carter Slay said a little, but didn’t finish.

He knew that if the contract was exposed, Mephistopheles would definitely come knocking on his door.

However, he was the one who took the contract in the first place, so how could he easily hand it over, especially to someone who was more like an enemy than a friend?

Then, Carter Slay saw Balin reclaim his demonic powers.

Does this mean the issue has been resolved peacefully?
it's not true.

After Baling retracted his bone blade, he grasped the cross hidden beneath his trench coat at his neck. A soft light flashed, and a cross-shaped sword was revealed in his palm.

Carter Slade was stunned, rubbing his presbyopia hard, unable to believe what he was seeing.

For a moment, he seriously doubted that he was under a spell, an evil illusion cast by a demon!
Baling transformed the energy within his body, and the power of light flowed forth, circulating through the cross-shaped sword, coating it with a divine radiance. "Since we're in a church, let's use this power to destroy you, you evil old thing!"

The dazzling sword light vanished in an instant, and Carter Slay cried out:

"Wait! Don't kill our own people!"

……

Half an hour later.

The small wooden huts inside the cemetery.

After the old cowboy explained the whole story, Baling stopped what he was doing.

"So you were on friendly forces. Why didn't you say so sooner? I almost lost control." Baling complained about the old man's dishonesty, saying that he only confessed the truth when the old man had the sword right in front of him.

Carter Slay smiled wryly. If Baling hadn't revealed this power of light representing justice, how could he have dared to expose the secret?

It turns out that Carter Slay was the previous Ghost Rider and the one who stole the San Venganza Contract.

To avoid being found by Mephisto, the lord of hell, he has been hiding in the Holy Land all these years, acting as a gravedigger.

He knew that Mephistopheles dared not step into this place, otherwise, he would break the rules.

"You mean this contract concerns thousands of evil souls, something Mephisto values?"

“That’s right. This is a pawn that Mephisto, the Demon King, has placed in the human world. He has been in the human world for a long time and must be plotting a grand conspiracy. Unfortunately, I have been trapped here all these years and have no way of knowing.”

Baling understood; the contract was a wild experience gift pack that would boost experience points significantly when consumed.

Then, Baling continued to ask:
"There's another question. Since you were once the Ghost Rider, what's the background of the demon inside you? It's very strong, a formidable figure."

"Zathanos. A fallen angel who, after falling into Hell, was enslaved by Mephisto and used to create Ghost Rider, to drive away the demons that escaped from Hell and clear away his obstacles on Earth."

"He even does good deeds; what a rare demon."

"He just doesn't want to see his competitors. Mephisto has always been eyeing humanity covetously, and over the years he has gathered many followers to do things for him; this is definitely not a small matter."

"It seems that he is the target I'm looking for. A lord of hell is certainly qualified to commit a great calamity."

"Your target is him? That's too difficult." Carter Slade looked troubled.

"No evil can hide forever. Anyone who dares to harm humanity will be utterly crushed by Baling!"

Standing before the mural of Michael inside the hut, Baling stood upright and showed no fear whatsoever.

In fact, he was also very confident.

Even if Baling were in hell, he wouldn't dare to be so arrogant; he would still have to respect his elders.

But in the human world... I'm sorry, it's the same for everyone.

"Do you need my help?"

Having the power to transform one last time, Carter Slade hopes to use his power where it is needed, and he also wants to go to heaven after he dies.

Now is the time to add more weight.

(End of this chapter)