American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 191 Combination
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A bundle of straw.

Nadya, being a weak human, collapsed to the ground once again, unable to even muster the remaining strength of a pupa.

"Please, let him go," Nadya pleaded, hoping Baling would take pity on her.

"Let him go? Even if I let him go, his cheapskate father will never let him go." At this point, Baling's eyes shifted, looking in another direction. "Am I right, Mephisto?"

Before anyone knew it, the elderly man in a suit with gray hair, Mephisto, had quietly arrived at the scene. He suddenly realized that something was wrong, but he was still a step too late.

“You’re right, Baling Gao. I’ve heard of you. You’re an absolute genius demon. Your abilities and talents are a hundred times greater than my useless son’s. Even in Hell, you deserve a place. Give you a few hundred more years, and it’s not impossible for you to become a Hell lord like me.”

Mephisto clapped his hands, as if applauding Baling's excellence. Seeing that Baling remained unmoved, he continued:
“Why don’t we reconcile? Let’s work together to accomplish great things and achieve great things on Earth. Then, whether you want to have territory on Earth or seize territory in Hell, I will fully support you. Now, as long as you entrust Johnny to me, we can reach an agreement.”

"Once I've changed my body, we can become the strongest duo, and this vast world will be in our hands."

Mephisto's words were undoubtedly very tempting, especially to a demon.

Baling did not immediately refuse, but said with a playful expression, "Then who will be the boss? Who will be in charge?"

Mephisto gave a wicked smile: "We're all equal, both bosses. We can implement a more democratic dual-leader system!"

"Then Johnny has to be silenced first, otherwise the news will leak out."

Baling has discovered a blind spot.

Johnny, who had just straightened up, overheard an alarming conversation, but before he could come up with a solution, disaster struck.

Johnny stared in disbelief, but in his heart he was already prepared to fight to the death.

"Senior Baling, are you really going to betray us?"

Faced with Johnny's question, Baling remained silent, but Mephisto preemptively answered:
There's an old saying in that country: "Those who understand the times are the heroes." I think Johnny, you should also consider it; it's not too late to join now.

"Fine! You're right! You can go die now."

Baling suddenly raised his gun and fired, a bullet enchanted with Hellfire, blasting half of Mephisto's head apart. The half-eaten white brain looked like tofu sprinkled with chili sauce.

"you!"

Mephisto didn't expect that just as the conversation was going well, Baling would suddenly start attacking at zero frames without warning.

He was too old; his body couldn't keep up with his mind's reaction speed at all.

"Old Deng, it's time to go back to your hell!"

Boom!

Gunshots rang out, and Mephisto's physical body was completely shattered, revealing his inner soul.

The strong repulsion meant he would soon be deported.

"I'll be waiting for you in hell! We'll meet again, Baling!"

A powerful, horned demon, its horns as red as an erupting volcano, stared intently at Baling.

"Tch! Who are you trying to scare, old man! If you don't leave now, I'm going to use my elbow, and then don't say I didn't give you face." Baling was not afraid at all; this threat was nothing to him.

"Hmph! When you fall into hell, I will make you suffer the wrath of the Lord of Hell." Mephisto's figure was gradually pulled into the abyss of hell.

Disappeared.

Despite his dilapidated body and long-term scheming, Mephisto still failed.

Even though he was very close to success, that seemingly attainable point was a distance he could never reach.

“There’s one more thing.” Baling’s gaze shifted to the little boy Danny, then to Johnny, who had recovered and was in Ghost Rider form. “I almost forgot about what I promised you.”

"Take his mother and let's go." Baling picked up the little boy, tossed him onto the horse's back, wrapped his body in straw, and then began to gallop in a specific direction. "Where to?" Johnny asked, puzzled, as he picked up the tangled Nadya.

"A place that can solve your problems." Baling said without turning his head, and the skeletal horse Pearl beneath him accelerated forward, its hooves igniting fire, galloping like the wind.

In the blink of an eye, a great distance had been created.

Johnny fueled the hellfire, increasing its intensity, and with a bang, he charged after them.

"Senior, I have a question?"

"explain."

"If my power disappears, where will I go after I die?"

"You? You've never done anything good, and your soul is still in Mephisto's hands, so of course you're going to hell!"

"Wouldn't I be subjected to all sorts of torture by Mephisto?"

"You'll definitely learn it."

"I think being Ghost Rider would be pretty good."

"Don't worry, I've thought it all out for you."

The two chatted along the way, and after traveling for half the night, they finally arrived at their destination—the Lost Lake Grand Theatre.

Through the passage, Baling led them into the inner and outer worlds of Silent Hill.

In a world filled with flying ashes, the town was dilapidated, as if it had been abandoned for a long time.

Johnny's hellfire suddenly went out, and his body returned to normal.

At this moment, he felt a long-lost tranquility, a tranquility that belonged to ordinary people before the power of the Spirit of Vengeance was activated.

"Where am I? The power of the curse is suppressed, it feels so good."

The motorcycle ran out of gas, so Johnny had to get off and push it manually, but he was in very good spirits.

Baling remains unchanged, its power unaffected, and even... stronger.

"Welcome, everyone, to my domain, my happy home. Johnny, if you can't make it here anymore, I can take pity on you and take you in," Baling said confidently. "Here, even if Mephisto comes, he'll have to fight me until the Great Dao is destroyed, but in the end, he'll definitely be cut down by me with one strike."

Do I need to pay rent?

"No need for that, I don't need it."

Is anyone living here?

"There are monsters like you, but most of them aren't as strong as you."

"That's great. I hope my skull face will blend in smoothly."

Baling and the others spent the next few days in Silent Hill.

Within Silent Hill, Baling, as the controller, could amplify his power to its limit. Baling devised an ingenious surgical plan to absorb and devour most of the power of the vengeful spirit within Johnny, making it his own.

As for the little boy Danny, Baling could only extract his extraordinary bloodline.

His supreme bone, capable of bearing the power of the Hell Lord, was also extracted by Baling.

Baling carefully used his devouring ability while injecting it with powerful vitality. As a result, Danny's body, after recovering, lost a great deal of potential and could no longer serve as a vessel for the resurrection of a demon.

He's basically only slightly better than the average person; he's not prone to illness, which is enough for Danny to live a peaceful and safe life.

(End of this chapter)