American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 187 Knight
"Come here. Aren't you so tough? Come and hit me if you dare." Johnny kept harassing him from the shadows.

Mephisto tested the waters several times, but he couldn't subdue the cunning Johnny. Johnny was becoming more and more adept at being the Ghost Rider.

The sky was gradually brightening.

Ordinary motorcycles alone cannot catch up with you during the day.

If you're going to leave, you should do so as soon as possible.

However, I'm worried that the experience packs in San Van González might malfunction.

Mephisto hesitated for a moment, but still made a decision to pack up the souls here and take them away first. Otherwise, if he wanted to come back to retrieve them later, many variables might arise.

Then, Mephisto ignored Johnny's harassment and went to a sunny open space. He took out the recovered contract and shouted to the surroundings:

"The covenant of San Venganza is here! Trapped souls, come to me!"

The moment the contract was activated, the evil spirits of San Venganza flew out from all directions, and figures shrouded in black mist rushed towards Mephisto.

Ahead lay a sunlit land, but Johnny couldn't cross it and could only watch helplessly as everything spiraled out of control.

Ten... a hundred, many souls are flowing into a pocket next to Mephisto.

This frail, aged body couldn't bear such a delicious experience pack; even if forcibly stuffed into it, it would only cause the physical body to collapse. Therefore, Mephisto merely used the treasure he had refined to temporarily store the soul.

It is intended for future use.

Da da da da da!
The heavy, rhythmic thud of horses' hooves approached rapidly toward the center of the town, the direction where Mephisto was located.

That scorching sensation was clearly the aura of hellfire.

"How is that possible? It's daytime, there's no way he could transform into Ghost Rider!"

Mephisto stared intently in the direction from which the sound came.

A few seconds later, the knight appeared.

The hellfire burned silently as a tall, skeletal horse galloped forward, its saddle also bearing a skull, but deep within the bright yellow flames of its eye sockets, a wisp of eerie blue flame flickered.

That was the power of Hellfire further unleashed after being infused with the power of angels.

It can be started anytime, day or night.

As for how to grasp this, the answer is: one must have great love.

Baling is blessed with both the power of angels and a heart full of love.

While cycling along the road, he felt compassion and kindly put away his fireworks, thus preventing the death of a bloodthirsty lizard by the roadside. After that, Baling understood.

Even a lizard's life matters!
Back to the present.

Baling, riding his little pony Pearl, charged straight ahead, galloping wildly toward Mephisto.

Baling, seated firmly on the horse, had a shotgun raised high, its muzzle spitting flames as bullets propelled by hellfire burst forth.

Mephisto was still absorbing souls and couldn't dodge nimbly for the time being. He could only grip his staff tightly and draw a blazing arc of fire to form a defensive shield.

The Hellfire bullet, moving at an imperceptible speed, tore through the air, leaving a trail of molten gold, heading straight for Mephisto's head.

Mephisto's fiery shield suddenly expanded, layer upon layer. The moment the barrier made contact with the bullet, it immediately unleashed a tremendous roar, and the splashing flames melted the surrounding brick and earthen houses.

This forced Johnny, who was already in a difficult situation, to shrink into himself and hide in the shadows.

Bang bang bang!
Galloping on horseback while firing indiscriminately, Baling resembled a seasoned old cowboy. Bullets rained down, each shot more powerful than the last, until finally, the overburdened shield shattered with a deafening roar.

The old lord, not wanting his body to fall apart, had no choice but to stop absorbing souls and focus all his energy on dealing with the problem.

But old people are old people. Even though they are very careful, their bodies can't keep up, and they still revealed their weaknesses.

As the last bullet struck, the large pocket storing souls tore open, and several dark, evil souls spilled out.

Then, more souls flew out, dancing wildly in the sky.

Mephisto glared at Baling with hatred, resenting the guy who ruined his plans, but since things had come to this point, he could only cut his losses for now.

Just as he was covering the hole in his pocket, intending to temporarily avoid the attack, an unexpected voice called out to him.

"Dad! Save me!" On the back of the horse Baling was riding, a ugly head was sticking out of a snakeskin bag. It was the face of the Black Heart Demon, but the expression on his face was one of extreme fear.

In the past, when Mephisto used his golden belt to whip his unfilial son, he had never seen the Blackheart Demon so afraid.

Mephisto wanted to slip away, but he froze for a few seconds, not understanding what nonsense his stupid son was spouting.

Since we've already lost, it's simply because of our own incompetence. At worst, we'll just die and go back to hell. What's there to be afraid of?

"Mephisto, you wouldn't want your son to die in front of you, would you?"

Baling pointed his gun at Blackheart's skull; with a single pull of the trigger, he could blast Blackheart's body to pieces.

"Who are you? What is your purpose!" Mephisto has lived this long and has seen all kinds of storms; he would not be easily intimidated.

"Just a Ghost Rider passing by. His purpose is to protect the human world and send demons like you, born evil, back to hell. If you know what's good for you, release these souls and then commit suicide," Baling said.

“Young man, you think you can threaten me? Sorry, he’s dead. I’m just glad there’s one less competitor.” Mephisto seemed indifferent to Blackheart’s life or death.

The bond between father and son has faded.

"Dad—! No, I don't want to die. I still want to take care of you, don't leave me. He really will kill me, he'll annihilate me completely, he's a terrifying demon on the death list."

Faced with his father's indifference, the Black Heart Demon cried out desperately, trying to awaken the non-existent paternal love.

“That would be even better,” Mephisto sneered.

Having said that, Mephisto decisively left, and in just an instant, his figure vanished.

Although their direct combat ability is lacking, their escape skills are truly top-notch.

Mephisto took away most of the souls, leaving only a small portion of them flying around.

suck--!
Baling opened his mouth wide and inhaled sharply. The next moment, a funnel-shaped vortex appeared in mid-air, unleashing a powerful attraction that drew in all the wandering evil souls.

Under the envious gaze of the wicked demon, who was practically drooling with greed, Baling devoured the remaining evil souls.

It devoured all souls like an abyss, leaving not a trace of its essence; it ate them all cleanly.

Baling faces the sunrise, its skeletal body grows flesh and blood again, the sunlight gilds the black trench coat with a layer of brilliance, and its ink-black pupils seem to harbor endless black holes, about to devour everything.

Baling glanced back at Blackheart Demon, his gaze so intense it seemed to regard him as a useless piece of trash, that Blackheart Demon was so terrified he couldn't even scream.

Will die!
If he doesn't do something quickly...

Not wanting to be shot dead and instantly refined, the Black Heart Demon's desperate scream finally came out:
"Quack! I have crucial information! Don't kill me!"

(End of this chapter)