Not only did others think so, but even Dormammu and the others hidden in the shadows were speechless at phisto's antics.
Wasn't this deliberately making things difficult for the ssiah?
"This young man just made a bold claim, and now he's going to get slapped in the face. Hahaha..."
As they watched with interest, expecting the ssiah to be humiliated, Syd's voice broke the silence, calm and steady.
"Spirit of Vengeance?"
"Are you referring to the Spirit of Vengeance created by God after the Great Flood to cleanse humanity of sin?"
The mont Syd finished speaking, the amused expression on phisto's face faltered, barely maintaining his composure.
"How do you know that?!" phisto demanded, disbelief evident in his tone.
Lucifer and the others, who had been eagerly awaiting the ssiah's embarrassnt, froze, their expressions filled with shock. It felt like they were the ones being slapped in the face instead.
The ssiah actually knew this ancient secret?
He even knew about the creation of the Spirit of Vengeance by God?!
From phisto's reaction, it was clear the ssiah's words were true.
Floating in the air, Syd continued, his tone unchanging.
"As for the Ghost Rider, you an the human host of the Spirit of Vengeance?"
"I rember the first Ghost Rider had so connection to you."
"In fact, about a million years ago, you, in the form of a serpent, tempted a young boy and turned him into Earth's first Ghost Rider."
"He rode a flaming mammoth..."
Syd's narration was calm and asured, as if he had seen it all firsthand.
phisto's face darkened further, unable to maintain his composure.
A prehistoric event from so long ago, one he had personally experienced-how could this ssiah possibly know about it?
All traces of amusent and casualness vanished from phisto's expression, replaced by grim seriousness.
"Where did you learn about this?" phisto asked, his tone heavy.
Not only him, but Dormammu and the others listening were now certain the ssiah was telling the truth, their shock growing.
At the sa ti, as supre lords of their dinsions, their initial instinct to underestimate this being was now entirely replaced by caution and respect.
Under their watchful eyes, Syd said calmly,
"I told you, I know a lot of things, far beyond your imagination. There are very few secrets in this world that escape ."
Although it was a repeated statent, this ti phisto and the others didn't find it funny at all. Instead, they felt unease and fear.
Who exactly was this ssiah?
Without caring about their thoughts, Syd continued in an even tone.
"So, phisto, don't bother trying to tempt . It's aningless and won't work on ." phisto, now unable to maintain his usual deanor, responded solemnly,
"ssiah, you're very mysterious."
Then, phisto shifted his approach entirely, abandoning his earlier tricks and speaking with a seemingly sincere smile.
"Don't be so quick to refuse. You should know that tempting others has always been my thing. Ever since Adam and Eve, I've been addicted to it."
"But you, ssiah, are an exception. I genuinely want to befriend you."
"You never know. Perhaps one day, we'll end up working together."
His tone carried both sincerity and a hint of probing.
Syd remained composed, his lack of reaction confirming to phisto that the ssiah indeed possessed deep knowledge.
What secrets lay within him? What was his true identity? phisto pondered in alarm.
Just as Syd furrowed his brow and prepared to leave, he suddenly sensed sothing and turned his gaze into the distance.
The others, including phisto and Dormammu, also looked in the sa direction.
A black motorcycle, engulfed in blue flas, sped toward them at lightning speed, leaving a fiery trail in its wake.
On the motorcycle sat a skeletal figure wearing a black jacket, his entire body wreathed in flas.
"Johnny?" phisto muttered, his brow furrowing deeply.
Since his son Blackheart's attempt to seize the Contract of San Venganza, this Ghost Rider had betrayed him, constantly thwarting his plans.
Combined with the Rider's immortality and phisto's inability to send powerful avatars to Earth, it had been impossible to deal with Johnny properly, making his collection of human souls increasingly difficult.
And now, this nuisance was back again?
The flaming motorcycle ca to a halt, and Ghost Rider Johnny dismounted, wielding his fiery chain as he locked eyes with phisto.
phisto sneered in irritation, ready to seize this mont to drag Johnny into Hell for tornt.
But the next mont, he paused, noticing Johnny's gaze shifting away from him and toward
Syd.
Originally here to confront phisto, Johnny now opened his flaming jaw and declared,
"I sense great sin within you!"
"So many innocent lives, lives that shouldn't have ended, were lost because of you!"
phisto sneered with schadenfreude, while Syd's expression remained unchanged.
Of course, he was aware of this. Among those who perished in the military bases he destroyed,
there were undoubtedly innocent people. But...
Syd replied evenly, "And what do you intend to do about it?"
Johnny's skeletal voice rumbled,
"Look into my eyes!"
Without hesitation, Johnny activated the Penance Stare, also known as the Judgnt Stare!
Anyone guilty of sin who t his gaze would experience the pain and guilt of their actions, their soul ultimately consud by Hellfire.
Even Blackheart, phisto's own son, had perished under the power of the Penance Stare
after gaining a soul.
Johnny was confident that this ssiah, whose hands were drenched in blood, would et the
sa fate-his soul incinerated by the flas of judgnt!
Syd remained composed and t Johnny's gaze head-on.
Their eyes locked.
Johnny was elated, while phisto frowned.
Johnny's transformation into Ghost Rider was phisto's doing, so he knew the full power of
the Penance Stare.
(End of Chapter)
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