American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 189 Retirement

Mephisto, far away on the horizon, seemed to sense something and turned to look in the direction of San Venganza, where a bloodline connection had suddenly been severed.

It didn't lose contact; it died.

Mephisto showed no sadness. So what if his good-for-nothing son died? He was just a little sorry that the Blackheart Demon's death was utterly worthless.

For a powerful demon like him who has a successful career even in hell, sons are the least valuable thing; he can have a whole bunch of them whenever he wants.

However, the cheap offspring born out of wedlock, in terms of strength and talent, are mostly inferior to the dead Blackheart Demon.

As a demon in his prime, Mephisto wouldn't waste his time and energy on trivial matters. The only things that could pique his interest and drive him to pursue were power and important matters.

These two things often go hand in hand.

Only with strength can one accomplish great things, and accomplishing great things will bring even more strength.

One of the three great pursuits of the demons of Hell is to possess the human world. To this end, Mephisto has devoted himself to meticulous planning and schemes on Earth, and the moment of harvest has finally arrived.

The soul of the contract was mostly recovered, and his good son Danny was almost thirteen years old. By then, Danny had grown to the point where he could accommodate his soul.

Compared to this nearly ripe fruit, the Blackheart Demon, this rebellious son of hell, is insignificant.

"That's about enough. It's time to send my men to bring the child back so the family can be reunited."

Mephisto instructed his followers to carry out the task, and that after the next prophesied day, his power would be fully descended upon the world, and the world would be in his hands.

……

after one day.

Holy Land Cemetery.

Baling and Johnny stood solemnly as they offered a small white flower in remembrance of the deceased old knight, Carter Slay.

After the mourning, let's get back to the main topic.

Johnny: "Is it all over? Maybe I should go back to a peaceful life."

With Baling's intervention, Johnny felt it was time for him to retire, just like Carter Shrew.

After reconciling with his girlfriend Rosanne, Johnny couldn't wait to settle down and live a peaceful life.

But will things go so smoothly?
Of course not, things aren't over yet, how can Johnny stop?

"Johnny, what are you thinking? We're still going to fight Mephisto together. What, you want to desert?" Baling said, heartbroken.

"I'm too weak to keep up with your pace. I might as well retire early so I don't become a burden." Johnny looked guilty and glanced around nervously.

"You already have a head start over many people just by having this awareness. As for the rest of the experience, I will teach you through real-world practice."

"Can I say no?"

What do you think?

"You think I can do it?"

"Since you're in such a dilemma, how about I remove the curse for you after we finish this job, and you can live a normal life?"

Baling was always understanding and helpful, and he liked it very much.

Zatanos's power is too great for Johnny to handle, so let Balin bear the brunt of it.

“It’s a deal.” Johnny’s eyes lit up, as if he had found hope for life.

If he had a choice, he wouldn't want to be a monster, even if his girlfriend didn't mind.

Johnny was immediately motivated and volunteered, "Now, what should we do?"

Baling: "Unleash your true nature, activate your auto-navigation, and we'll follow the navigation from here on out."

"That's easy, so what are we waiting for? Let's go! My motorcycle is itching for a ride." Johnny was already twisting the throttle.

Baling stopped him, pressing down on the agitated front of the motorcycle and slowly saying, "Before that, you need to control the spirit of vengeance within you and make it work for you. Otherwise, you won't be able to activate the navigation function."

"How long will that take?" Johnny suddenly felt a sense of unease, a premonition of impending danger.

"With your talent, plus my efforts, it won't be more than three days." Baling's lips curled up, his eyes carrying an unfathomable depth.

"Your efforts?" Johnny was already panicking.

Soon, night fell on the western plains.

The evening breeze whistled, and the green grass swayed gently.

The two knights stood facing each other, seemingly about to engage in a life-or-death duel where the outcome would hinge on a single moment.

Ghost Rider, activate!
Flames devoured flesh and blood, and in the next moment, the two Ghost Riders engaged in a fierce battle.

clap clap clap!
Johnny struck first, brandishing his long chain, the sonic booms at the end of which echoed repeatedly, as he lashed out with a ferocious, bone-crushing force.

Faced with Johnny's chains, Baling, as a senior figure, could not possibly back down. He directly resorted to violence, wielding a newly created white bone whip and unleashing a storm of whip shadows.

The chains and bone whip collided, intertwined, and pulled at each other, sending sparks flying onto the grass.

Before long, the aftermath of the battle created scorched earth.

After exchanging dozens of blows, the bone whip grew faster and faster, leaving more and more residual whip shadows, while the chain slowly lost its rhythm.

Finally, the white bone whip found an opening, and the whip sheath ignited the middle of the chain. In an instant, a violent burst of power erupted along the chain, which, like a venomous snake struck at its vital point, immediately became limp.

Johnny hurriedly returned to defense, pulling back the Hell Chains and spinning them in a circle in front of him as a defensive move.

"Johnny, enjoy it!"

Five Consecutive Whips of Hell!
In an instant, Baling whipped the whip at lightning speed. Five lightning-fast whip strikes, like giant fiery pythons whipping their tails, roared as they tore through the air and swept towards Johnny.

What Johnny saw was a massive, tank-like crimson python moving in a serpentine pattern, suddenly whipping its tail.

His defensive perimeter only blocked the first lash.

Then, the sound of bones cracking was clearly audible and continuous.

The next four lashes forced him into a retreat, and the brightness of the flames dimmed bit by bit.

Finally, Johnny, who had been spinning like a top, collapsed, with fine cracks spreading throughout his bones.

The hellfire was temporarily suppressed to a very low level, to the point where it was not completely extinguished, but also had no strength left to recover.

Johnny's skull flames flickered silently, his body almost falling apart, with only the flames barely keeping it connected, but defeat was already certain.

Baling rode forward on his pony.

Then, under Johnny's piercing, skull-like gaze, Pearl the pony snorted, raised her front hooves, and kicked Johnny's motorcycle away.

The motorcycle also collapsed along with its owner.

The strong ruthlessly humiliate the weak, even if it's just a bone horse and a motorcycle.

"Johnny, remember this feeling."

From Baling's five distinct bony claws rose a ball of ghostly blue flame—a warm flame, a flame brimming with life.

"Hellfire doesn't just bring destruction. It also has the power of resurrection. Reflect on it carefully."

After saying that, Baling threw the dark blue flame at Johnny.

(End of this chapter)