I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

Chapter 58 Logan's Scheme

Far away in the Holy Land, Ye Feng slowly put down the communicator, his fingertips rhythmically tapping the smooth tabletop, producing a crisp sound.

He was the only person in the spacious council chamber, and the afterglow of the setting sun cast dappled light and shadow on the floor through the stained glass windows.

"Ghost Rider—San Venganza Contract—" he muttered to himself, his thoughts racing.

The plot was similar to the framework he was familiar with, but his intuition told him that there must be a deeper whirlpool lurking beneath the surface.

He simply couldn't believe that Mephisto's son, the Warlock, would be so naive as to think that he could challenge his cunning and treacherous father, the Lord of Hell who had ruled the Hell dimension for countless years, with just a few thousand fallen holy spirits.

Even if a demon that has just touched the threshold of the sub-father level is strengthened, what is it compared to a true demon king?

According to his vague memory, after obtaining the soul power, the Witchheart Demon was unable to digest it in time, leaving himself with a fatal flaw, and was ultimately easily killed by the Ghost Rider's Judgment Eye.

Even his elemental demons were defeated rather hastily, failing to demonstrate the formidable nature expected of high-ranking demons.

"Unless—the Demonic Heart of the Witch has something else to rely on?"

"It seems that this Witchheart Demon is hiding some secrets."

Ye Feng's fingers paused, a glint of insight flashing in his eyes.

This incident was undoubtedly his first indirect confrontation with Mephisto, the Lord of Hell.

Even if it's just a projection or conspiracy of Mephisto, it can provide an opportunity to glimpse the depths of that legendary demon king.

Moreover, the Ancient One's decision to entrust this matter to him might actually be an attempt to aid his plans.

"The title of Mephisto, the Lord of Hell, is certainly worth making good use of." Ye Feng's lips curled into a meaningful smile.

He drew parallels to the recent global rise of the "mutant threat theory" and the mutant registration laws secretly promoted by some governments.

Perhaps this demonic invasion could become an opportunity to reverse public opinion and launch a counterattack. The key lies in...

How can we maximize our profits?

Those well-informed high-ranking officials and tycoons from various countries must have already heard about the appearance of the demon, and their fears and needs are precisely where we can leverage them.

On the other side, in the desolate countryside.

Having received Ye Feng's clear instructions, Logan and Clarice felt much relieved.

They had witnessed firsthand, through the Vatican's recorded footage, the earth-shattering battle between Ye Feng and Duke Valak of the Serpent. If it weren't for the final protection of the golden barrier, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Even though Ye Feng used his power to repair the earth after the battle, the remaining traces were enough to demonstrate the intensity of the fight.

Logan knew his own limitations; he was no match for Valak at the moment and could only barely hold his own against him by relying on his immortality, let alone Mephisto, who was many times more terrifying than Valak.

With Ye Feng backing them up, the pressure on them to carry out the mission was immediately reduced.

"Since the San Venganza Contract is in the hands of the previous Ghost Rider, Cater Slay, and Mephisto has ordered you to find it."

"Then, whether it's a smuggled demon or that hidden Carter Slade, they will definitely be watching you."

"We need to proactively guide this attention."

Logan lit another cigar and analyzed.

Where should we look for them?

Johnny Blaze asked, his knowledge of the supernatural world being limited.

"First, we need to gather information. We need to know more about the San Venganza Pact."

Logan looked at Clarice and gestured for her to contact the cardinal Ye Feng had mentioned earlier.

Clarice immediately contacted the Vatican via an encrypted channel. Shortly after the message was relayed back, a highly experienced cardinal called her back directly.

"Where did you learn about the Pact of San Van González?" The bishop's voice was old and heavy.

"Your Excellency, we are acting on His Majesty's orders to deal with the incident of a demon infiltrating the real dimension."

"We encountered the new Ghost Rider, Johnny Blaze, who mentioned this contract."

Clarice answered respectfully.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a long sigh: "So that's how it is—the records left by my late father were actually true."

"He was involved in handling matters related to that contract during his lifetime. At that time, the Vatican still had the resources to utilize sacred objects containing divine power."

"Unfortunately—that operation came at a heavy price; my father never returned, and the sacred artifact was destroyed. After that, all news about the contract was completely cut off."

"After I was promoted to cardinal, I investigated in secret, but found nothing. The town of San Venganza had long since been reduced to ruins, and everything had been buried by time."

The old bishop's voice was tinged with the sadness of reminiscence.

Although he had submitted relevant intelligence, it was not taken seriously by the Vatican at the time.

Or rather, the Vatican, having lost its last sacred relic, is no longer able to intervene in such events.

The old bishop then provided Clarice with the coordinates of the town of San Verganza that he knew.

"Your Excellency, do you know the whereabouts of Carter Slade?" Clarice pressed.

"I'm sorry, I don't know."

"But based on the information left by my father and what I have found out, he should be a Ghost Rider who betrayed Mephisto."

"And he is also the guardian of the San Venganza Pact."

The old bishop answered.

"Thank you very much for your help, Your Excellency."

Clarice thanked her sincerely and then ended the call.

"What do we do now?"

Johnny looked at the two of them, surprised that even the Vatican's records were so limited; finding Carter Slade was still like searching for a needle in a haystack.

"It seems that waiting passively won't work; we need to actively create some commotion."

"Let them come to us! Instead of waiting passively, let's take the initiative."

Logan stubbed out his cigar, a sharp, wolf-like glint in his eyes.

"How exactly do we do it?"

Johnny asked, puzzled.

"Make a fuss."

"But this time, we need to make a big splash, enough to attract attention! Ideally, it should be so big that everyone who's following this matter knows about it."

The new Ghost Rider is here, and he's tracking down the contract.

"Whether it's a demon from hell or the hidden Carter Slade, once they see you, they will inevitably be unable to resist showing themselves and making contact."

"Go back to the city and begin the trial. Those scumbags deserve to die."

Logan was concise and to the point.

The three did not agree on a specific meeting place. Logan let Johnny do as he pleased and follow his heart to judge evil.

If Ye Feng could hear Logan's plan right now, he would definitely nod in approval. This coincides with his own idea of ​​using the opportunity to expand his influence.

"I see."

Johnny Blaze nodded. Since this was the only option at the moment, he had no choice but to cooperate.

According to current intelligence, Ghost Rider's power can only be fully revealed at night.

With Clarice's teleportation portal, Johnny quietly returned to the city, took care of some personal matters, rested, and prepared for the night's operation.

Logan and Clarisse then drove their modified RV back to the city along the highway.