American comic: I, JoJo, am going to heaven!

"This is the San Venganza Pact!"

The Demonic Witch stared fervently at the parchment in his hand, slowly unfolding it.

"With this, neither Ghost Rider nor that wretched JoJo can stop me!"

"No!" Johnny struggled to crawl toward the Witchheart Demon.

But under the scorching sun, the spirit of vengeance within him was dormant, as if he were dead.

Without exaggeration, at this moment, he was nothing more than an ordinary person without a soul.

"Knight, I'll take care of you first, then I'll go kill JoJo!"

The Demon of the Witch Heart initiated the contract, declaring his victory as the victor.

"Now, all the souls bound by the contract—belong to me! Come! Come into my body!"

Amidst the howling wind, countless terrifying ghosts surged forth from the ruins.

They were skeletal in shape, exuding an aura of blasphemy and depravity, as they howled and pounced on the Witchheart Demon.

Black smoke rose from the body of the witch heart demon, greedily devouring the souls of countless fallen believers.

"Johnny!" Rosanne rushed towards him, her voice trembling. "We have to go! He's got what he wanted!"

Suddenly, a large hand pressed down on her shoulder.

"Hey, woman."

Jon's face was grim, and a deep voice came from his mouth.

"Get out of the way, this is a man's job."

He walked past Rosanne, coldly looking down at Johnny, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed his disheveled state.

"This has nothing to do with you, you stupid woman. Now, in your most pathetic state, run for your life!"

"You...you bastard."

Rosanne stared at his retreating figure, her voice a mixture of anger and confusion. She looked at Jon and said:

"What's wrong with us running away?"

"Shouldn't we run? That's the Heart Demon! Mephisto's son! He's absorbed a thousand corrupted souls!"

"Are you crazy? Why would you go and get yourself killed?!"

In fact, as a reporter, Rosanne had already keenly sensed that there was another meaning hidden beneath the cold man's harsh words.

He was just bad at expressing himself, and he used a habitual rudeness to drive her away, not wanting her to die here in vain.

"Hmph." For once, she smiled slightly, thinking to herself, "What a gentle yet hypocritical man."

"Hey, blond man!" she called out to Jon, "What's your name?"

"name?"

Jon paused, glanced at her sideways, and his voice remained indifferent:

"My name doesn't matter, just leave."

"If we don't leave now, it will be too late."

After saying that, he strode over to Johnny, grabbed him, and said in a deep voice:

"Hey, Ghost Rider, do you have any ideas on how to deal with this guy?"

"A clue?"

Johnny's expression was very serious, and he did not answer Jon.

The two looked at the scene before them together.

At this moment, the Demonic Heart of Witch was completely enveloped by the surging soul, and the aura within the black smoke grew stronger and stronger.

Jon had to admit that he was starting to panic as he looked at the new Heart Demon and his ever-increasing aura.

The monster before us, which has devoured a thousand souls, is gradually dragging hell into reality.

The blasphemous souls of a thousand fallen believers, and blessings from hell.

The sense of oppression here is far more terrifying than in the movies. Just looking directly at that cloud of black smoke will instinctively evoke fear in humans.

This is absolutely terrifying.

"So how did Ghost Rider defeat this thing in the original series?"

Because of the passage of time, Jon Snow can't remember many of the plot details, especially since it's a movie second only to Blade.

He simply couldn't understand how those time travelers in the novels of his past life remembered so many details.

He looked at Johnny, who also had a serious expression.

"Knight, you can't do anything about it either?" Jon clenched his fist, his voice low. "Hmm?"

"No..." Johnny steadied himself, shaking his head breathlessly, "There's no way..."

"But I know that if we don't kill him, everything will be over once the hell plane is completely pulled over."

Johnny continued:

"At that time, the human world will be turned into a hell, and the earth will fall under the attack of demons. Even the Sorcerer Supreme will not be able to stop it."

Jon nodded heavily, knowing that Johnny was right.

That's the truth, because there's more than just Mephisto, a powerful demon, in Hell, while there's only one Sorcerer Supreme on Earth.

This is getting really bad! We can't let this continue; it's just a slow death!

"Hello!"

Jon whirled around and yelled at Rosanne, who was still standing there:

"You woman! Did you hear me? This place won't last much longer!"

"There's a horse over there, hop on and ride away! Right now! Immediately!"

"Okay!" Rosanne nodded, but stopped after taking two steps. "What about you guys?"

"Before it all ends..."

Jon turned his head to look at Rosanne, his expression full of resignation.

"We are the last resort."

"He's right!" Johnny stood beside Jon. "Let's go, Roxanne. You're just a burden here."

"......Um."

Rosanne looked at the determination in the two men's eyes and nodded solemnly.

"I understand." She stared intently at Jon and asked again, "Now, can you tell me your name?"

"Yorvik..." Jon and Johnny walked forward side by side, "Jon-Yorvik."

"When you leave, remember to take an old man with you, and a woman... no, Roxanne!"

"knew!"

Having received the answer, Rosen immediately turned and fled.

"Knight..." A massive purple phantom appeared behind Jon, "How long do you think we can hold out?"

Johnny squinted and stepped into the shadows in front of him.

"Then..."

As he finished speaking, a deafening roar erupted, and hellfire instantly enveloped his entire body; Ghost Rider reappeared.

"Let's see what we can do."

Seeing this, Jon nodded, pulled a golden necklace from his collar, and gently stroked its surface with his thumb.

This is a photo box, made of ordinary brass, but it holds his most precious memories.

It was also the most beautiful time in his memory.

After hesitating for a moment, he decided to open it anyway.

With a click, the box lid popped open, revealing a photo of a kind elderly couple embracing a rebellious blond boy.

"Old man, Granny Siggie..." Jon's fingertips gently traced the photograph as he whispered, "Do you think I can win?"

A moment later, Jon, unsurprisingly, received no response.

But the gazes of the two elderly people in the photo seemed to have already given him the answer.

Now, seventeen-year-old Jon took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and after a moment, his restless heart gradually calmed down.

Past scenes flashed through his mind: the waves of the Sea of ​​Destiny, Pucci's incredibly fast attacks.

The final image freezes on the moment Jotaro reaches out and shoves him away...

When Jon opened his eyes again, the fear in them had completely vanished.

Suddenly, a loud bang!

The black mist in the center of Saint-Vancouver suddenly exploded, revealing a hideous figure within.

The thing inside is no longer the Witchheart Demon, but some kind of completely new entity that is a mixture of elements.

A fusion of the souls of a demon and a thousand fallen saints, possessing a complex yet powerful nature!

"I...am..." The Demonic Heart of Witch slowly opened its blood-red eyes, muttering to itself, "No...we are—a horde of ghosts!"

"Ghosts? Just a different name!" Jon snapped the photo box shut and tucked it back into his collar. "Stop being so girly!"

Jon lowered his head slightly, revealing a contemptuous sneer, and extended his sword finger, striking a JoJo pose, pointing it directly at the monster.

"Come forth, you witchheart demon!"

P.S.: The author accepted a bribe, so I'd like to recommend a book here, JOJO: The Great Riders. It's set a hundred years after the SBR race, and a super long-distance cycling race around Asia, with a total length of over 28000 kilometers, is about to begin. The race will take you through various terrains and revolves around a battle for the Insect Arrow.