"Who's this?"
Johnny was also wearing sunglasses. He stood behind Saber and looked at the tombstone. "Carter Slay. That name sounds familiar …"
"He's your senior, Johnny, the previous generation's Ghost Rider. In this desert, his story has almost become a legend."
Saber stood up and knocked on the tombstone behind him. "Legend has it that he's dead, but I don't think he's dead. A person who dared to make a deal with the devil and snatch something from the devil wouldn't die so easily. This thing is just a cover. That old man must be hiding somewhere else."
After saying that, he turned around to look. Not far behind him and Johnny, under the shade of a tree, there was an old man dressed in dirty clothes, wearing a broken cowboy hat from the last century, and leaning on a shovel that was often used by tomb keepers, looking at them with a playful expression.
Saber raised his hand and waved at him.
"Hey, Carter Slay, am I right?"
"Damn it!"
The old man, who looked like he could meet God at any moment, spat fiercely and rudely pointed his middle finger at Saber.
"What are you waiting for? You two rookies who don't even know how to hide your auras. Do you know that trash like you represents a lot of soul gold coins in the eyes of those hunters? You actually haven't been killed yet. I have to say, fools are really lucky. "
He rolled his eyes, carried his shovel, and turned to push open the door of the gravekeeper's hut. He waved his head at Saber and Johnny, and the two of them knowingly walked forward and entered the hut under the old man's lead.
Although this old man who had lived for more than 200 years looked sloppy, his house was unexpectedly clean and tidy. It even gave off a warm and sacred feeling. This was because in the innermost part of the house, there was a statue of an angel that looked exactly like the one in St. Michael's Church. For some reason, Seiber felt that this statue of an angel was a little strange, even though he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination.
It was as if … as if there were eyes observing the world through the angel's eyes.
"Tea or coffee?"
The fierce old man glanced at the two of them and raised the two jars. Johnny asked subconsciously.
"Do you have beer?"
The old man glared at him and said teasingly, "Alcohol is not allowed in the Holy Land, but I'll give you a glass of juice, little mommy's baby."
Johnny was stunned for a moment before he shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever then, you damned old man."
Saber's focus was obviously on something else. He rubbed his chin and asked.
"Holy Land? What kind of holy land is this? "
The old man's movements were interrupted by this question. He followed Saber's eyes and saw the meticulously maintained angel statue. He tilted his head.
"The old site of St. Michael's Church. 220 years ago, it was the first place where the Archangel landed on earth. It's one of the holy places in this country. You've noticed it too, haven't you? Hey, don't look at the incarnation of the Holy Angel with such impolite eyes. You should know that she can see you! "
"Huh?!!"
Saber suddenly came back to his senses and frowned. "What do you mean?"
"What else could it mean?"
The old man walked over with two cups of steaming hot tea and placed them in front of the two of them. He crossed his legs and reached out to take the cigar from Saber. He put it under his nose and sniffed it. His wrinkled face showed a satisfied expression. He lit the cigar on the oil lamp beside him and took a puff of smoke.
"You've already seen the devil. Maybe you've even signed a contract. You've already entered the truth under the absurd appearance of this world. Kid, if there are devils, are there no angels? If devils can enter this world, why can't angels? "
The meaning of this sentence was a little too much. Saber and Johnny fell into deep thought at the same time. The old man flicked the ash from his cigarette and comfortably changed into a more comfortable position.
"But don't worry, this world is under the supervision of a powerful existence. No matter if it's an angel or a devil, they're all guests. Guests have to follow the arrangements of the master. There are indeed some lunatics who believe in power, but that's a rare occurrence. Trust me, you might not even meet one in your life."
"Hehe, you're living very safely. But that's only if you know your place."
The old man roughly picked up the cup of water in front of him and drank it all in one gulp. He let the water stand on his messy beard. He looked at Johnny and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He then looked at Saber, but there was a hint of doubt in his eyes.
"Wait, you … the power in your body seems to be incomplete. You didn't sign the contract?"
Saber shrugged and took out the contract that Mephisto gave him. The thing was wrapped in black goat skin with golden edges. It looked very beautiful. He threw the thing that was as thick as two fingers on the table.
"Yes, I didn't sign it!"
"Damn it!"
The old man cursed. He straightened his body and pointed at Saber's eyes. "Let me see your eyes!"
Saber took off his sunglasses and widened his eyes.
"Like this?"
"Bastard! The real kind! "
The old man seemed a little irritated. Seiber snapped his fingers, and a crimson flame and a pair of crimson eyes appeared. However, the moment this power appeared, the angel statue emitted a gentle energy. It appeared in the form of a gentle light, but it was extremely domineering. It forcefully suppressed Seiber's fully unleashed pupils back into his eyes.
But it didn't hurt him …
"The power of evil is not allowed in this holy land … But, you really surprised me!"
The old man held the cigar in his mouth and took a deep puff. He looked at Saber as if he was looking at some kind of rare treasure.
"Unbelievable. You can suppress a part of the Spirit of Vengeance's agitation without using Mephisto's will, and you can even use it for a limited time. How did you do it?"
"Uh …"
Saber thought for a moment. "Does exercising for four hours a day, studying more and doing more good deeds count?"
"Get lost! You indecent guy! "
The old man cursed fiercely. He looked at Johnny again. With this look, the old man revealed a strange expression again.
"You're also a freak … He took your soul, but he couldn't take away your heart and will. It's not the Hellfire that controls you. I can even feel the traces of the Spirit of Vengeance awakening in you … Wow, looks like today is my lucky day."
After saying that, the old man whistled happily. However, his words confused Seiber and Johnny. Johnny asked, "What's the matter?"
"Wait! What's the Hellfire? What's the Spirit of Vengeance? Why are you so excited that Saber didn't sign a contract? Damn it, can you tell us all at once? By the way, are you Carter Slade? "
"Of course I am, child."
The old man picked up the Bible beside him. As he flipped through it, he said softly, "I'm Carter Slade. Without a doubt, I know you have a lot of questions, but don't worry, I'll tell you one by one.
"First of all, I want to say, don't listen to Mephisto's lies! The power in the three of us doesn't come from him at all. He's just a disgusting liar, a pretender, a reptilian scumbag! The contract you signed has nothing to do with your awakened ability! I'm talking about you, Johnny Brazier! "
Carter's gaze became mysterious and deep as he pointed at Johnny.
"Even if you don't sign that contract, when the right time comes, you can still summon the Spirit of Vengeance to possess you. Because you have talent, you're the chosen one. Mephisto made you sign the contract to control your soul in advance and make you work for him, just like how he deceived me back then. That damn bastard!"
"By who?"
Johnny asked instinctively, and Seber's ears perked up. The old man looked at them and pointed at the angel statue that was erected there.
"By an angel?"
Johnny asked foolishly, but the old man smacked his face with the Bible.
"Damn it! It's God! "
"It's said that the first batch of Spirits of Vengeance were the Swords of Retribution from Heaven. In the distant past, when human civilization was still in its infancy, God sent the Spirits of Vengeance to descend upon the world in the form of a rain of fire. That was the second method he used to monitor the world after the apocalyptic flood … Oh, don't look at me like that. I actually don't believe him. I'll say, God is a b * tch!"
This sentence made Saber almost spit out the tea in his mouth. He should have thought of it earlier. From the old man's tone, he could tell that he didn't believe in anything at all.
"The angel statue was an accidental spoil of war when I was still a Texas Ranger. It's said that it was a holy object that was snatched from the holy land of Jerusalem during the crusades. I don't know how it ended up here, but … I did see her descend to this world using this stone statue as a coordinate."
The old man raised his eyebrows at Saber and Johnny proudly.
"I'm the first person in this world to chat with an angel leader in the past 200 years."
"Then here's the question … Why is God's Spirit of Vengeance controlled by Mephisto?"
Johnny asked again. Regarding this question, the old man furrowed his brows.
"I don't know. I don't know the details. It's said that the Spirit of Vengeance forgot his duty and changed from maintaining balance to punishing all evil. Do you know? It's not a good thing to do something too absolute. In the eyes of the fallen Spirit of Vengeance, even the slightest sin will be punished with death. "
He pursed his lips. "This is very scary … You can think that the Spirit of Vengeance has gone crazy, so it's not a good thing to be possessed by him. Anyway, when I became a Ghost Rider, my mind was always in a mess. I would always subconsciously find sinners to judge them.
"That power is very difficult to control, but it should be. After all, how can a mortal's spirit resist the Spirit of Vengeance …"
Carter sighed with a face full of disappointment. He shrugged and continued, "However, I'm certain.
God … Uh, maybe it's Zeus or Odin or something. They're no longer around … They left this world. It's said that they were chased out by the powerhouse who monitors the world. Uh, there's also a saying that the Sorcerer Supreme destroyed Mount Olympus. The other gods were afraid and left this world on their own accord. In short … it's good to have faith, but those believers don't know that their gods can no longer respond to them. "
A playful glint flashed across the old man's eyes.
"No matter who it is … There might still be gods left in this world, but they're no longer the rulers of this world. We're no longer lambs. That's a good thing, isn't it?"
"Okay, let's talk about me. What's wrong with my eyes?"
Saber asked. The old man stretched out two fingers and waved them in front of their eyes.
"A complete Ghost Rider is made up of the Spirit of Vengeance, Hellfire, and a host. Johnny is a complete Ghost Rider. His soul is controlled by Mephistos, and the corrupted Spirit of Vengeance lives in his body. He can also mobilize the power of Hellfire. It's that scarlet flame that's extremely hot! His eyes are the Eyes of Repentance, the most terrifying weapon of every Ghost Rider. "
"But you're not. There's no crazy Spirit of Vengeance in your body. It must be Mephistos, that cunning fellow. Even if the Spirit of Vengeance is crazy, he can't control them, so he used a roundabout method. First, he tricked you into signing a contract, then controlled your souls. Finally, he gave the Spirit of Vengeance's power to you. By controlling your soul, he can control the Spirit of Vengeance."
Carter Slade spoke frankly and pointed at Seiber's eyes.
"Before you signed the contract, he wouldn't have given you the complete Spirit of Vengeance. Based on my experience, your eyes are only a small part of the Spirit of Vengeance's power. Although I don't know how you control it, it seems like you can use it now. I don't think that old dog can take it back. That's a good thing. By the way, you have to be careful of the contract. That cunning old man cast a spell on the top of the contract. As long as you touch it with your finger, you'll be cut open, and blood will drip onto the contract.
The old man slammed the table indignantly. "That's how I was tricked back then!"
Johnny rubbed his nose unnaturally. "Uh, I was tricked like that too."
"Then, this contract?"
Saber picked up the scroll, and the old man waved his hand in disgust. "You can use it to wipe your ass. That thing is useless other than dedicating your soul to the devil. But you have to be careful. You don't have the complete support of the Spirit of Vengeance in your body. It's best not to use the ability of those eyes to ignite evil souls. If your willpower isn't strong enough, you might become a lunatic who can only eat porridge for the rest of your life."
"Phew … Don't worry. I won't be stupid enough to let such an unknown power control me. I'm not that weak."
Seiber heaved a sigh of relief. After confirming that the pair of eyes were harmless, he calmed down and looked at Carter Slade.
"Then, let's talk about you. The story of your contract with San Venganza."
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