Super God: From Ghost Rider to King of Fengdu

It is so strong that even ordinary people can see it!

"This is my stage! Hehehe~~"

“Let’s party!”

"My alien fans!"

A new supernatural effect is spreading wildly.

The Chitauri flying squadron 2.3 and were about to raise their guns to fight back and shoot the brain of this brain-dead human, but suddenly they seemed to have lost their minds and flew their individual flying vehicles around the Skull-Hunting Clown.

It's really like the most fanatical, ignorant audience waiting for a comedy of death to be performed!

however……

: "It's him! The Skull Hunter Clown, he's here to save us!"

: "Roar! Kill them all, skull-hunting clowns!"

: "Woo woo woo, I will never say he is a cruel butcher again, he saved us, he is a hero!"

: "That's right! He is a well-deserved superhero!"

Accompanied by enthusiastic cheers, the crowded and chaotic crowd soon had a new order... However, such an order made these New Yorkers seem to have lost their minds. They were like the audience watching a wonderful performance, cheering and shouting wildly, and even forgot that they were on a battlefield!

Yes!

They were affected! .

Chapter 132: The Streets of Evil Resurrection

"His condition... is he on the verge of recovery?"

Ancient One asked.

But there was a firm belief in his words.

Wu Zhao nodded.

Skull hunting clown!

A typical clown who was influenced by the magnesium superhero culture and accidentally controlled the clown!

Totally predictable.

Such a dreamer stands center stage.

How will the ghost rider, who is eager to perform and cheer, cause trouble after controlling the fierce ghost?

That's right.

He's playing a superhero!

even.

This isn't his first time!

If the unfortunate onlookers were not affected by its supernatural effects, they should be able to easily smell the odor of a rotting corpse!

Should be able to notice it too.

The madness in the other person's eyes became more and more intense, and what should be noticed more is that his makeup, which was soaked in blood plasma, was wriggling like a worm!

Wu Zhao frowned:

"Yes, on the verge of recovery... I'm very surprised. I'm sure the supernatural forum didn't miss this idiot. He can't be unaware of the disadvantages of the frequent use of the evil power by the evil master."

He raised his head slightly and looked at the golden-red figure that cut through the sky.

Gu 30 smiled helplessly:

"Obviously, Stark has set a very bad precedent."

Yes.

Ever since Tony announced at the press conference that he was Iron Man.

The whole North!

Even in the entire Western society.

The yearning for superheroes and the worship of individual heroism began to sweep like a tsunami!

The so-called skull-hunting clown certainly knew what a ghost rider was, and also knew the potential dangers of riding a ghost rider, but...

There are still some idiots who believe that the earth is a flat surface.

There are absolutely endless amounts of things that dare to commit suicide!

The difference is.

The one who committed suicide this time was a ghost rider, that's all...

"Mr. Wu Zhao, it looks like you have to come out."

"Well, that's what I came for."

next moment.

A shadow crawled up from under her feet, wrapping Wu Zhao in it, and then the concept was added to her body. The supernatural effect was stimulated, and Wu Zhao easily shook the laws of real physics. She turned into a shadow, spread out like water and merged into the shadow, and disappeared!

the other side.

Time goes back half a minute.

In the face of the eerie ghost, an entire team of thirteen Zetasil soldiers had their heads chopped off like grass without any resistance.

One headless corpse after another fell to the ground, smashed into flesh and blood, splattering in all directions.

Hanging at a low altitude of forty or fifty meters.

Six or seven individual flying devices also lost control like kites with broken strings, rolling and falling into the crowd.

Crunch!

The bloody paths stretched out crookedly through the crowd!

Just this uncontrolled collision.

As a result, the number of people in the crowd was reduced by at least fifty!

Boom! ——

Explosions and smoke, along with broken limbs, flew everywhere like a rain curtain.

Dozens more people died!

however!

The crowd surrounding the skull-hunting clown burst into earth-shaking cheers and shouts, and the fanaticism on their faces did not change at all because of the tragic death of their own comrade.

even!

Those who were affected and disabled, like the most fanatical believers, raised their bloodstained arms and gave the loudest cheers of their lives to the skull-hunting clown who saluted in all directions!

Looking around, everyone saw a frenzy of enthusiasm!

Is it expectation?

Yes!

As it should be!

The Skull Hunter Clown stood up in a very exaggerated manner, laughing wildly and shouting:

"Awesome performance! Wow!"

: "Supreme!"

: "Supreme!"

: "Supreme!"

all around.

It was a fanatical crowd, responding and shouting in unison like cultists.

"Hehe...then let it continue! Let it sublime!"

:"continue!"

:"continue!"

:"sublimation!"

:"sublimation!"

The fanatical shouting continues.

The madness in the skull-hunting clown's eyes completely overflowed, and along with it, there were two lines of blood and tears flowing from the cricket pupae!

Weird clown!

Here, completely revived...

at last!

In the flower ball made of Chitauri heads that was still rotating, a slightly plump middle-aged human head replaced one of them!

in the crowd.

A headless corpse fell to the ground, blood gushing out.

But no one was afraid!

No one escaped!

Yes, just the usual enthusiastic shouting!

Snap! ——

A hand covered by shadows pressed forcefully on the face of the Skull-Hunting Clown. Without saying a word, it pinched his face and slammed it to the ground!

Boom! ——

The ground is cracked!

The skull-hunting clown's head was almost squeezed to pieces!

His eyeballs, which were about to bulge out of their sockets, rolled wildly, and finally, at a strange angle, he looked fiercely through the gaps between his fingers and met Wu Zhao's cold eyes.

"Chubby!"

Boom boom boom! ——

The ferocious pale green flames covered the entire place!

The three flower-ball heads that were rotating and flying towards Wu Zhao were instantly burned to charcoal. Afterwards, the crowd that had blocked the entire street was also instantly burned by the pale green flames!

at last.

The blazing green fire burned away the false illusion.

The frenetic crowds are long gone.

Instead.

They were corpses that had already stiffened. Without exception, all of them had died with a look of fear on their faces!

Also.

Next to the clown who had already revived.

There are still hundreds or thousands of them who have turned into ghosts and are evil slaves under their control and manipulation!

Wu Zhao has already realized it.

The clown's killing rule is that anyone who witnesses his performance will die.

Death has already come.

Taking off the head is just a process for the weird clown to make a weird slave!

Sigh.

The pale green flames turned into a torrent, sweeping across the entire place, burning all the bodies, and then poured into the entrance of the subway station like a rushing river... There was no one inside.