"Tut tut tut tut tut"
The unique engine roar of the heavy-duty motorcycles rang out in the desolate desert. Two very cool motorcycles sped along the desert road.
Both of them wore black cowboy hats, flight jackets, leather gloves, and boots with spurs. Both of them wore large sunglasses. The one on the left had a cigar in his mouth, and the one on the right had a cigarette in his hand.
He looked extremely handsome.
But to be honest, the relationship between the two of them was terrible.
No one would be in a good mood when facing someone who had just beaten them up and almost killed them last night.
"I say, do you have to come along?"
Saber turned to look at Johnny, who was walking with him. "Aren't you going to send your little girlfriend off? She went back to New York alone today. Aren't you worried? "
"If you want to see me turn a plane into a fireball, I can actually send her off."
Johnny's face under the sunglasses was full of displeasure. He said coldly, "Thanks to you, my ears were filled with that damned voice last night … like a lunatic."
"Oh?"
Saber lowered his voice. "I heard you and Rozanne messing around for the whole night. Seven times, right? You're really strong, buddy … I was afraid that you would burn that poor woman to death when you're excited … "
"F * ck you!"
Johnny fiercely pointed his middle finger at Saber. His face also had a trace of mischief. "Selena is very hot, ha … little wild cat? Ha … you're quite interesting. You damn pedophile, I should call the police and arrest you! "
"Damn it!"
Saber flicked the cigar to the side and said slowly, "We didn't do anything. I'm not that despicable … Speaking of which, what's with the blue flame? Can you control it? "
Hearing this question, Johnny's expression became serious. He shook his head.
"That is the original pure sacred flame of the Spirit of Vengeance named Zartanos. What you did last night slightly awakened it from its deep depravity, but unfortunately, I am still unable to control it. My synchronization with the Spirit of Vengeance has just begun, and I still have to prevent that violent soul from assimilating me. However, I can feel that the Spirit of Vengeance that has been infected by the flames of hell is not without hope of recovery …"
"Hmm?"
Saber coughed. "Ahem, what should I do?"
Johnny's gaze turned to the desert in the distance. There, the shadow of a ruin loomed. He whispered.
"The first step … is to retrieve my soul."
"Oh …"
Saber's lips curled into a playful smile. "No wonder you didn't mention the San Venganza contract. You and I have the same idea, an exchange, right?"
Johnny remained silent, but the silence itself was an answer. Hence, Seiber added another sentence.
"Then aren't you afraid that hell on earth will really be established?"
Ghost Rider's host body turned to look at Saber and shrugged.
"Let me borrow a sentence from you …"
"What does that have to do with me?"
Saber asked tentatively. He laughed and patted Johnny's shoulder.
"Sure enough, you're a hidden villain!"
"No! No! Not that! "
Johnny said seriously.
"The vengeful spirit exists to destroy the evil spirits that affect the human world, so why send them back to hell? If they come, just kill them directly … Isn't that better? "
Fifteen minutes later, the two motorcycles stopped in front of the ruins of San Venganza. Saber picked up his saber and pulled it out. Seeing the mottled "enchantment" on the blade, Saber's face darkened.
Constantine had lied to him … The enchantment he had given Saber's saber was a shoddy one-off product that would be useless after it was used. Saber felt that he should have a "heart-to-heart" with that guy when he returned to New York.
He put the saber back into the black scabbard and carried it on his back. Then, he took a black bag from the back of the motorcycle and slung it over his shoulder. On the other hand, Johnny took a bunch of chains from the motorcycle and wrapped them around himself. He then picked up a black cavalry rifle from the motorcycle. From the looks of it, it seemed to be Carter Slade's.
Saber tugged at the brim of his hat curiously.
"Where did that old man go? Why didn't he come with us? "
Click.
Johnny loaded the bullet and glanced at Saber. "Carter doesn't have long to live. He said he wanted to enjoy his last moments. By the way, he said he doesn't hate you. He said he understands your feelings and choices. He's a really good person."
"Hehe, good person my ass! You've been deceived! You're still too inexperienced, Johnny Blaze! "
Saber sneered. "Do you really think Carter Slade is telling the truth? What inheritance responsibility? What nonsense about dying … You've been deceived! That old man relied on a little hellfire to live for more than 200 years. You can also control hellfire. Tell me, if you don't use it to burn souls, will it dissipate naturally? "
Johnny was stunned. Saber carried the black bag and strode forward. As he walked, he spoke.
"Don't be silly. That cunning old man can still live. Don't forget that he was a corrupt villain 200 years ago. As long as he doesn't use hellfire, he can live for another 200 years! At least! Thank me? Of course he has to thank me! I got him out of that damned mess! "
He looked back at Johnny, who was stunned on the spot, and mocked him mercilessly.
"He just threw his mess to you, and you foolishly accepted it … Look at all of you, you simple-minded 'heroes', when will you learn to doubt? By the way, it's daytime. Can you transform when we fight? "
Johnny's eyes flashed with conflict and sadness under his sunglasses. He seemed to be unable to accept the news that Carter had deceived him, but in the end, he nodded.
"Although Zartanos only woke up a little, it's enough for me to transform during the day. As long as it's not too long … no more than 30 minutes."
"Okay!"
Saber snapped his fingers. "Then come … Let us face our fate!"
He looked at Johnny, stretched out his fist, and said softly, "For freedom!"
Johnny took a deep breath and fixed the lance in his hand to his belt. He clenched his fist and bumped it with Saber's. "For freedom!"
San Venganza, this damned place, looked like it could collapse at any time. The undead imprisoned here hid in the darkness, spying on the two living beings who walked into this place. However, these sly and gloomy undead didn't dare to pounce on the two humans.
They were afraid... the aura coming from these two people was like a natural enemy that they could not fight against. It was a kind of heat and distortion that mortals could not see. Even if they just got close, they would feel their scalps go numb... Er, no, these fellows did not have scalps at all.
In short, they could only hide in the shadows and peek. In the deepest part of the town, where even sunlight couldn't reach, there was an old man in a long black trench coat. His silver-white hair was neatly combed, and he held a crystal skull staff in his hand. His back was facing the two of them.
Looking at the confident look on his face, he seemed to be a truly ruthless character.
One of the rulers of hell, the Great Demon King Mephisto. Even if it was only a carrier with a thousandth of his power, it was enough to cause a real disaster in this world.
"Oh, look, my warrior and knight have returned with honor …"
Mephistos turned around, a hint of admiration flashing across his dark red eyes. He said in a low voice, "In my long life, I've had many investments … But you two, you are definitely one of the best. I can already smell the scent of a contract … Come, give it to me. I'll give you everything you want … Wait!"
When the old demon saw the black pouch on Seiber's shoulder, he frowned in surprise.
"Why did you bring him here?"
Saber waved his hand and threw the black bag at Mephisto's feet, revealing the object inside. It was a body that was already cold but still alive. It was the pale-faced Witchcraft Mind Demon, Blake Hart Mephisto, whose devil heart had been taken away.
He was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.
"I think you will miss him … After all, he is your child."
Seiber lowered his head and took off his sunglasses. He looked at Mephisto with his normal eyes, and there was a peaceful smile in his eyes.
"After all, old men are all nostalgic, aren't they?"
Mephisto did not look at his child at all. He only looked at Saber's eyes with a mixture of surprise and confusion. His gloved fingers tightened on the crystal skull cane.
"You … You actually relied on yourself to control those eyes. Ah, you truly can bring me surprises. How many years has it been since I've seen such a shocking thing?"
"Oh, I think you're right!"
Saber's eyes turned the same dark red as Mephisto's after a flash of red light. Around his eyes, a circle of magma-like light shone. He took out the San Venganza contract with red lines from his pocket and waved it in front of his eyes.
"You want it, don't you?"
Mephisto felt that something was wrong. He did not feel that he could control Saber, which meant that Saber did not sign the contract at all. A heavy aura surrounded him. He said in a low voice.
"Give it to me! That belongs to me! "
"Oh, it belongs to you?"
Saber's face flashed with an exaggerated expression of confusion. "That's not right … Why would something that belongs to you be in my hands? Hey, Johnny, doesn't this thing belong to me?"
Johnny shrugged and took off his sunglasses. He looked at Mephisto playfully and nodded at Saber.
"That's right. I also think that this thing belongs to you."
Saber waved his finger in the air and said to Mephisto, "Look, I saw it.
"Look, I've already said that this belongs to me … You want my things, don't you? Then let's trade! "
When had the demon king ever been humiliated like this in his long life?
His face was gloomy as he looked at Johnny Blaze's body.
"He's a lunatic. I can understand his crazy words, but you! Johnny Blaze, don't forget the contract we signed. You belong to me! "
"But you didn't f * cking do what you promised me!"
Boom!
Blue flames ignited on Johnny's body, and the scorching aura caused all the undead in San Venganza to scream in fright. A black storm swept across the surrounding sand, and a sudden sandstorm wrapped around the ruins of the town.
The skeleton wrapped in blue flames extended a finger that was lit with flames, and pointed at the shocked Mephistos.
"You … lied to me! You … are guilty! "
The hoarse voice sounded like it came from hell. He unsheathed his blade, and the magma-like fire rings in Seiber's eyes flashed. A red flame wrapped around his blade, and in just a few seconds, the blade turned into a flaming blade.
"Mephisto, stop pretending! In this world, at this time! You don't have the advantage! "
Saber raised the scroll in his other hand. His eyes grew colder.
"Let's trade! You take what you want, and we'll take what we need. Otherwise, we don't mind letting you lose a precious carrier! "
His voice became deeper and deeper in the small town.
"Or you can send more of your 'collection' up here and see if you can take this from me … To be honest, I don't mind cutting off a few more of your claws, but …"
Saber took a deep breath. He looked calmly at the gloomy Mephisto.
"Everything can be settled through negotiation, right?"
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