Chapter 326: Another Ghost Rider
Clang -
Sword swept past the raging storm, and the extre cold instantly extinguished it.
The surging force swept across the green lawn like autumn leaves. A large amount of pure white frost condensed on the ground and spread out a dozen ters away in a splash, drawing a perfect crescent arc.
And the stream of light that the fla turned into had disappeared at the end of the twilight.
This was a little interesting...
He originally wanted to use Johnny Blaze's hand to attract phisto and then end the battle quickly.
However, he did not expect that the main character did not show up, but instead attracted another Ghost Rider, one of the most important people!
The legendary first Ghost Rider Carter Slade was the only human who fooled and betrayed phisto. He escaped from the control of the Lord of Hell, and in the following thousands of years, he guarded the Contract of San Venganza alone.
It seed that Johnny's importance was obviously better than the Contract of San Venganza in the eyes of this old man!
If not...
There was no need for Carter Slade to use his last chance to transform. He even risked being caught by phisto and rode his Hell Warhorse across more than half of the city to save Johnny Blaze right under his nose.
By the way, the current Carter Slade was very popular.
In addition to phisto who had an ambiguous attitude, there was also his son Black Demon and his subordinates who were also coveting the Contract of San Venganza. Of course, there was also him.
There were at least three forces fighting over the cage!
And the real threat to Lod was obviously the disobedient son of phisto- the Black Heart Demon!
Although the Black Heart Demon's performance in the movie seed to be very bad and was easily killed by the Ghost Rider, in fact, this Son of Hell was even more powerful than his father in the human world!
"Forget it, I'll let you go for now."
Lod frowned. After a long silence, he slowly put sword into the sheath and did not choose to chase Carter Slade.
It was not that he could not catch up,
It was just that there was no need at the mont.
Since he almost sealed the vengeful spirit and dragged it out of the host body, phistohad not appeared, and this battle had lost its aning. It was better to temporarily let Johnny go.
In any case, as long as the plot continued to develop normally, he would always see phisto. The difference was just a matter of ti.
"Well... it's ti to go."
Lod gently snapped his fingers and the space freeze technology ca into contact. Then, Hoho out and disappeared.
Dozens of minutes later, S. H. I. E. L. D., who had received the news, arrived late.
"Captain Rogers, please co and take a look." An employee of S. H. I. E. L. D. scanned the surroundings with an instrunt. His eyes were attracted by the burning horseshoe mark on the ground. He waved his hand and said, "There are traces of Spiritual Power here. There is another kind of... strange fla here!"
"It's Spiritual Power..."
Rogers had a serious expression and said, "And it's very powerful. There was a great battle here."
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In a cetery at the edge of Texas City.
In front of him was a group of tall weeds. There were many broken gravestones hidden in them. From the blurry handwriting and the traces of wind and rain, it could be seen that no one had co to this cetery for a long ti.
There was a church in the cetery.
The whole church was built from granite. There was even seven-colored painting on the glass, the combination of colors, the design and the perfection of the lines. One could not help but wonder why there was such a luxurious church in such a remote and desolate place.
In the early morning sunlight, the weeds swayed with crystal dew. The air was full of soil mixed with the fragrance of flowers. The fresh sll was emitted from the air. From ti to ti, there would be crisp birds chirping, adding a different kind of peace to the broken cetery.
Creak ---
The wooden door of the church was slowly pushed open from the inside. A white-haired old man walked out. He was wearing the costu of the last century, a cowboy hat, a round shovel to clean up the weeds around him, and also shoveled away the weeds that were too high.
The sun gradually rose and it was noon.
The old man's work was finally over. After he shoveled away all the weeds in the cetery, he sat on a reclining chair and fanned himself with a cowboy hat. He picked up a bottle of beer and drank with one hand. He looked very comfortable.
The door of the church behind him slowly opened. A middle-aged man with stubble all over his face and a slightly dispirited aura walked out in a daze.
The man was wearing a tattered racing suit. The label on his chest could still be vaguely seen. The brand nas of several sponsors were also vaguely visible. One of them was his na, Johnny Blaze.
"Good morning, dead bones."
Carter Slade leisurely fanned the wind and lay on the bench, greeting without looking back.
"Sorry... I am a little confused now. Where is this? Am I not participating in the challenge? No... I seem to have fallen to death?" Johnny's mind was blank. His mory was still at the mont when he fell from the sky.
As for what happened after that, how he ca to this cetery from the arena, and why there was an old man, etc.. He could not rember anything!
"It seems that you do not rember what happened yesterday." Carter Slade sighed, put down his cowboy hat, and slowly stood up with the armrest. He said, "Your mory is correct. You are indeed dead. What is alive now is only an evil spirit that acts for revenge."
"Evil... Spirit?"
Johnny froze on the spot, and then the incomplete mory in his mind suddenly flashed in front of his eyes like a lantern!
Flas, skeletons, anger, black, huge square body...
After the evil spirit that was trapped in the depths of his soul appeared, it turned him into a burning angry beast. The resentnt and fury that had been suppressed for thousands of years almost burned away his rationality and consciousness!
"Ah" Johnny let out a scream. He suddenly hugged his head and knelt on the ground. It was as if a red-hot iron had been stuffed into his mind. The intense pain invaded his entire body. His entire body convulsed and foad at the mouth.
"I almost forgot that you can't bear his mory right now." Carter Slade walked over and squatted down. He gently pressed his old, wrinkled palm on Johnny Blaze's forehead and recited the Bible with experience.
As the syllable of the Bible sounded, Johnny clearly felt that the pain had eased a lot.
After rembering everything that had happened last night and knowing that the old man had saved him, Johnny threw him a grateful look. "Thank you for saving
last night. Otherwise, I might have died in the hands of that guy."
"Johnny Blaze, you need to adapt to it as soon as possible and control its power." Carter Slade slowly got up. His already old face was now much paler. His turbid eyes showed a trace of exhaustion. "There is not much ti left for you. I have no power to help you. I can only rely on you now!"
"Wait... I don't quite understand what you an. Let
take care of it first." Johnny's brain was in a ss right now. After rubbing his hair, he asked, "First question, who are you?"
"Carter Slade, the first generation of the Ghost Rider."
When he said this, Carter's slightly stooped body suddenly straightened, and his turbid eyes emitted a light that Johnny did not dare to look straight at!
"The second question..."
Johnny subconsciously avoided it. The old man's eyes were sharp and terrifying. He asked, "The Ghost Rider you were talking about... what exactly is it?"
"You can understand it as a bounty hunter who is responsible for hunting down the evil spirits that escaped from hell."
Carter Slade seed to be a little tired. He sat back down on the deck chair, picked up the cup full of golden wine and took a sip. He asked, "Would you like so? It's wheat beer brewed by the Holy Arnold Church cultivators in the Nevada Mountains."
"Thank you. I think I need to use this to calm down." Johnny unceremoniously picked up the glass and gulped down half a glass of beer.
Gulp... Gulp...
The cool and refreshing wheat beer flowed down his throat and into his stomach. Only then did Johnny recover from his shock.
A day ago, he was still an ordinary flying car stuntman. He did not expect his life to be so changeable. In just a day's ti, he had transford into a 'bounty hunter' who chased after evil spirits and demons!
This was... too exciting!
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