I sparked a mysterious resurgence in Marvel.

Chapter 522

I heard that someone would be going to deal with that dangerous Ghost Rider.

The bald man, lying prone on the ground, appeared to be relieved, but the fear in his heart had not lessened much.

Never place too much hope in the devil's promises, for they are poison coated in honey.

Perhaps the next moment, it will kill you instantly.

His past experiences made the bald man extremely skeptical of the promises made to the witch demon, but he dared not show it at all on the surface.

Because... the Demonic Heart of the Witch never gave him a choice.

If he didn't want to end up like his companions, having his life essence drained by the Witchheart Demon and turning into a frozen corpse, he had to complete everything the Witchheart Demon had instructed him to do.

The bald man's little scheme did not escape the notice of the Witch Demon.

Even though he knew, Wu Xinmo didn't care.

Because these old guys' followers were originally just cannon fodder he used to delay those disciples of the Ancient One.

After watching the bald man leave with a group of demon cultists.

A smile crept across Wu Xinmo's lips: "The old man's followers, plus a pure-blooded Nightmare Lord, should be enough to temporarily divert your attention."

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"Ton ton ton..."

Johnny Blaze held a large bottle of mineral water, more than twenty liters in capacity, above his head and frantically poured the pure source of life into his mouth.

The pure water, enough to saturate a buffalo, was poured into Johnny Blaze's mouth, but instead of satisfying him, it made him even more aroused.

"Water, water..."

After crushing the cap of another bottle of mineral water next to him, Johnny once again lifted the large bottle of mineral water above his head and frantically poured it into his mouth.

After chugging down seven buckets of mineral water—enough to equal his weight—Johnny Blaze's parched mouth was finally extinguished.

"Thump!"

Johnny, as if he had come back to life, plopped down on the ground, which was slightly damp from the mineral water, and gasped for breath.

a day ago.

Johnny is also the most sought-after motorcycle stunt rider in the country.

He lived a life of fame, fortune, luxury cars, and beautiful women, creating countless miracles, and his days were filled with the screams and cheers of the audience.

However, despite such a fulfilling life, Johnny Blaze felt no satisfaction whatsoever.

Instead, I felt unusually empty and lost.

It's not a physical emptiness, but a spiritual emptiness.

As a teenager, in order to save his terminally ill father, Johnny sold his soul and made a pact with a devil.

Although that guy cured his father's terminal illness according to the contract, he turned around and caused an accident that completely killed his father.

Amidst the devil's mocking laughter, Johnny lost his father, his soul, and even the love he cherished was destroyed by his own hands.

Over the years, relying on the immortality bestowed upon him by the devil, Johnny has created one miracle after another, becoming a legend in the motorcycle world and achieving both fame and fortune.

But he felt no satisfaction whatsoever; instead, he felt increasingly empty and desperate.

Because he knew that everything he was enjoying now had a price tag attached to it.

One day, the devil who made a pact with me will find me, fulfill that pact, and then take away my soul and my life.

He considered running away, but no matter where he ran, the covenant in his soul would always remind him from time to time.

He had considered suicide, but every time he opened his eyes, he miraculously survived.

Everything seemed pre-arranged, leaving Johnny feeling hopeless about life and unable to live a life of aimlessness, like a walking corpse.

until······

last night.

The sudden appearance of the white-bearded sorcerer ignited the flames of revenge in Johnny's heart, allowing him to rediscover the meaning of life.

Although transforming into the skeleton engulfed in hellfire was like having his soul roasted on flames, causing Johnny immense pain, it was all worth it as long as it could draw out the demons that had infiltrated the human world.

Kill them.

To thwart Mephisto's plot.

Make that hellish king who once took everything from me pay the price.

So Johnny willingly endures this kind of pain.

but.

Will those demons really be drawn out by me, just as Gandalf said?

Although he harbored some doubts, Johnny had nothing left to lose. What other way could he possibly avenge his father, himself, and his dead love, except by becoming the bait Gandalf had suggested?

Johnny waited.

Night fell once again.

boom!

On the quiet, dark streets, the piercing sound of car sirens and the roar of motorcycles filled the air once more.

The Harley-Davidson motorcycle, burning with hellfire, roared and shattered countless car windows. At the same time, the constantly gushing, viscous, and scorching hellfire left an extremely conspicuous hellish path on the ground.

In an instant.

The news of Ghost Rider's reappearance spread rapidly across the internet.

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"High Priest, the guy His Highness asked us to keep an eye on... has appeared."

In an abandoned warehouse.

Upon hearing this, the bald man, who had summoned almost all the demon cultists from several surrounding cities under the command of the Demon Heart, suddenly opened his eyes.

The bald man, dressed in a black robe and with mysterious runes painted all over his face and head, showed no sign of being submissive in front of the Demon Heart Witch. Instead, he exuded an indescribable sense of mystery.

The bald man slowly rose from the makeshift demon altar, half his face shrouded in shadow by his hood.

His indifferent gaze swept over the surrounding demon cultists one by one.

He said in a detached voice, "I presume you all already know about this mission."

"Ghost Rider broke the contract he had signed, which angered His Highness and caused him to bring down calamity."

"His Highness has decreed that whoever can defeat that traitor or retrieve the stolen copy of the San Venganza Contract will be personally given a transformation ceremony by His Highness, and will be reborn as a pure-blooded demon with eternal life."

"Of course, besides us, His Highness also sent a lord to deal with that traitor."

"However, if that Ghost Rider is killed by that lord, our contribution will be greatly diminished."

"Therefore, for eternal life and that extraordinary power, everyone... fight with all your might!"

Tempted by the prospect of being transformed into a pure-blooded demon with eternal life and extraordinary power, the demon cultists in this abandoned warehouse were suddenly seized by an insatiable desire.

Meanwhile.

Inside a dilapidated church.

Having sacrificed the flesh and souls of nearly half the town's residents, the Sand Demon, having regained considerable strength, slowly opened its crimson eyes after sensing the voice emanating from its soul.

"The Pact of San Venganza, here I come."

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In order to lure out the demons that Gandalf spoke of, Johnny, who had transformed into Ghost Rider, made no attempt to conceal his whereabouts.

Let the scorching fires of hell leave conspicuous marks on the earth.

And on the top floor of a building behind him.

Having chased Ghost Rider for most of the night using a portal, the king, somewhat weary, said to Archmage Gandalf beside him, "He still hasn't appeared. Are we going to have to waste another night?"

"Be patient, Your Majesty, and the night has only just begun, hasn't it?"

Looking at the Archmage Gandalf, who seemed to have everything under control and was absolutely certain of his victory, the king's eye twitched involuntarily.

nonsense.

Constantly opening and closing the gates of dimensions is tiring for me, not for you.

Of course you're not in a hurry.

Just as Wang was about to complain and then switch jobs with some leisurely old guy.

Four dazzling streaks of fire suddenly erupted from either side of the road where Ghost Rider was speeding along on his Hellbike.

"That's... a rocket?"

shhhhhh! ! !

To Wang's astonishment, four intersecting rockets shot out, precisely intercepting the Hell Motorcycle's inevitable path.

Rumble!

The blinding flames and shockwave from the explosion instantly engulfed Ghost Rider's Soul Chariot.

but.

If four rockets could kill Ghost Rider who ignited the Hellfire, then Johnny wouldn't have been begging for death all these years.

As the engine roared, the Soul Chariot, engulfed in raging flames, roared and charged out of the aftershocks of the explosion.

Ok?

He withstood four rockets without a scratch. That seemingly weak guy is actually quite strong.

Seeing Ghost Rider easily break free of the explosion's epicenter, King, who had initially intended to intervene, showed a hint of surprise in his eyes, gaining a deeper understanding of Ghost Rider's strength.

Although demons are powerful, most demons, except for some special races, cannot ignore the bombardment of thermal weapons such as rocket artillery.

Ghost Rider's ability to do this is proof enough of his power.

Gandalf, noticing the king's expression, chuckled and said, "Heh heh, you young people, don't underestimate these Ghost Riders created by Mephisto. These guys possess an unparalleled source of power within them. If they can fully unleash the power hidden within their bodies, most demon lords probably wouldn't be a match for them."

"Of course, Johnny, that newly awakened kid, is still a long way from that level."

"However, this force is sufficient to deal with those below."

In the movie, Ghost Rider's strength seems unusually weak; even ordinary people who pick up weapons seem to be able to cause him some damage.

But how could Ghost Rider, who can "judge" demon lords and easily sentence them to death, be weak?

The reason Johnny's performance in the movie was so poor was simply because it was necessary for the plot.

"Squeak squeak squeak..."

With a screeching sound of tires screeching against the ground, the soul chariot burning with hellfire spun around and headed straight for the house that had just fired rockets at it.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the wall blocking Ghost Rider's path, along with the demon cultist behind it who couldn't dodge in time, were smashed into a bloody pulp by Ghost Rider.

After briefly glancing at the layout of the house.

Ghost Rider's skull eyes, burning with hellfire, swept over the original owners of the house—a family of three who had long been murdered by demon cultists.

Looking at the baby in the crib, who hadn't even had a chance to properly see the world before taking his last breath.

The hellfire coiling around Ghost Rider instantly swept across the area, igniting everything in sight.

Before they could escape the house, the few demon followers were instantly set ablaze and turned into walking torches.

After turning all the evil in this house to ashes.

The Soul Chariot roared once again.

In another house, the bald man who was directing the battle felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing the roar.

With no time to dodge the speeding soul chariot, he hardened his heart, pulled out a dagger, and stabbed his right hand.

"Use my flesh and blood as a sacrifice, and destroy, hand of bones."

As the bald man chanted rapidly, the black runes etched on his body suddenly glowed with an eerie crimson light.

next second.

The flesh and blood in his right palm, which he had pierced, quickly turned into a pool of blood, which was then absorbed by his pale palm bones.

In an instant, the pale palm bone, nourished by the bald man's own flesh and blood, exuded a violent, cold, and deathly evil aura.

"go!"

Under the bald man's stern shout.

A pale white bone palm flew out from the bald man's right wrist, then condensed into a giant white bone hand in mid-air, slamming down fiercely towards the roaring soul chariot.

"Bang!"

With a deafening roar, the bald man sacrificed one of his arms to summon a giant skeletal hand, which crashed to pieces amidst the roar of the Soul Chariot.

Even the evil aura emanating from the giant skeletal hand was instantly burned into a wisp of smoke by the hellfire.

"Pfft..."

The bald man, who coughed up a mouthful of blood from the backlash of the spell, didn't have time to wail for his burned right hand before he saw the roaring soul chariot quickly taking over his vision.

Just then.

The earth trembled violently, and the road between the Soul Chariot and the bald man suddenly collapsed. A large amount of rubble and soil gushed out and mixed together, instantly forming a sand giant more than ten meters tall. It raised its huge fist and punched the oncoming Soul Chariot.

"Bang!"

The power of the Sand Giant's punch was terrifying. Facing the punch that glowed with a pale yellow light, the Ghost Rider, who had just roared and smashed a giant white bone hand, was sent flying along with his vehicle by the punch.

(End of this chapter)