American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

Chapter 215: Capturing Blackheart, Locking the Ghost Rider

First, the Wakandans, taking advantage of the Allied Forces' ceasefire, launched a surprise attack, causing thousands of casualties among the Allied Forces.

Then, the World Security Council Coalition Forces counterattacked Wakanda, exploiting a vulnerability in Wakanda's Protective Shield.

The Allied Forces deployed hundreds of fighter jets and over 20,000 ground troops, at one point approaching Wakanda's Capital.

However, Wakanda's Protective Shield was suddenly repaired, directly cutting off the Armored Cluster that had penetrated into Wakandan territory.

This primarily included two Federal Armored Battalions, four Infantry Battalions that had come as Reinforcements, and several ground forces from the Allied Forces of France, the UK, and other countries.

To rescue this armored force, the Allied Forces used Medium-Range Tactical Nuclear Missiles against Wakanda, hoping to shatter Wakanda's Protective Shield.

As a result, this Tactical Nuclear Missile was intercepted by Wakanda.

The threatened Wakandans brazenly used high-power Vibranium Bombs to counterattack. This super bomb, second only to Nuclear Bombs, not only had astonishing explosive power, but also generated an electromagnetic Shockwave that could destroy all electromagnetic Equipment within twenty kilometers.

In one battle, the World Security Council Coalition Forces suffered over 60,000 fatalities, more than seventy percent of whom were Federal Soldiers.

The death toll once exceeded the total number of deaths in the Federal Government's two wars in the Middle East.

For a time, the entire Federation was in an uproar, and the Federal President's support rate plummeted to the bottom.

The exasperated President even convened a meeting at the White House, wanting to directly use a Strategic Nuclear Strike against Wakanda.

However, the next day, Wakanda detonated a Long-Range Nuclear Missile in a desert area in Africa.

The huge Mushroom Cloud was clearly displayed under the Federation's Satellite monitoring.

Then, the White House's proposal for a Nuclear Strike was shelved.

Previously, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Director, Nick Fury, had submitted a report to the World Security Council.

He suspected that when the Soviet Union disintegrated, over eighty Nuclear Bombs flowed into Wakanda.

But a report is just a report.

When Wakanda truly demonstrated the Nuclear Weapons it possessed, the countries of the World Security Council fell silent one after another.

Send Reinforcements, unable to use Nuclear Strikes, to give the voters an explanation, the Federal Government could only Send Reinforcements, Division after Division, to Wakanda.

The Dark Clouds of war hung over the Federation. The Federal Army alone deployed a depth of over 80,000 troops outside Wakanda.

This war seemed to have become the Stage for the Federation and Wakanda.

No one likes war, except Arms Dealers.

.........

A week had passed since the escalation of the war situation in Wakanda. In front of The Pentagon, a middle-aged woman wearing a beige pencil skirt saw Tang Song out of the building. Tang Song had come to the Department of Defense for Arms Orders. With the Federation at war, the beneficiaries were naturally Arms Dealers like them.

This time, with the Reinforcements to Wakanda, the Department of Defense placed an Arms Order with a budget exceeding twenty billion. This Order was too much for a single Company to handle.

Therefore, the Department of Defense specifically invited several Major Arms Suppliers to The Pentagon for a meeting.

Because the former Minister of Defense, Raman, had been suspended, the White House had been slow to appoint a new Minister of Defense.

So, the Deputy Minister of Defense and the White House Secretary-General convened this Procurement meeting.

Calling it a meeting was really just everyone sitting down to divide the cake.

At the same time, the White House Secretary-General subtly hinted that he hoped the major Arms Dealers could use their Influence to help President Francis of the White House resolve the Public Opinion issues.

In front of The Pentagon, the White House Secretary-General shook hands with Tang Song: "Mr. Tang, Mr. President has always wanted to invite you to be a guest at the White House. As you know, he has been quite busy recently due to the matters in Wakanda...

I heard you recently purchased Shares in Time Warner and are now the fourth Major Shareholder of Time Warner. You also know that the recent Public Opinion regarding this war is very unfavorable to the President. I hope you will put in more effort."

"Secretary-General, you are too kind. The President and I are also Old Friends. I will definitely help with his matters!"

Tang Song replied with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. It seemed this Secretary-General truly didn't know about the grudges between him and President Francis.

Old Friend? The reason this Mr. President had been hesitant to meet him was perhaps out of fear of this Old Friend of his.

However, Mr. President, this time you are truly judging a gentleman by the standards of a villain. If he really wanted to make a move...

Did he really think not meeting him could prevent it?

The reason Tang Song didn't further expand his Influence after using the Stryker incident to remove Minister of Defense Raman was because he saw that President Francis was still useful.

This Mr. President's Attitude towards Tang Song was also one of hesitation to act for fear of repercussions.

That's why, during the previous Yashida Family incident, he stood on Tang Song's side and actively supported Mariko Yashida.

The relationship between the two was very interesting. If one were to rank the people in this world who most wanted Tang Song to disappear, Mr. President would be in the top three, if not first.

But paradoxically, he was also the one most worried about something happening to Tang Song.

During this period, he had not stopped infiltrating the Tang Group.

Among the new Employees recently recruited by the Tang Group during its expansion, there were no less than thirty Agents from the FBI, CIA, S.H.I.E.L.D., and various Intelligence Departments.

Of course, they only infiltrated the peripheral companies of the Tang Group.

As for the true Core departments, like the Hive Laboratory...

First, they had to undergo strict screening, which included a Heart-Questioning Mirror refined by Tang Song.

This Magic Tool alone, capable of Mind Reading, screened out ninety percent of those with malicious intentions.

......

Two black Cars drove out of The Pentagon, heading in the Direction of New York.

In the back Compartment of the rear Car, Skye was practically glued to Tang Song's Body.

From time to time, she entangled herself with Tang Song...

"Mmm!"

"Mmm!"

The Soundproof Baffle between the back Compartment and the Driver's seat automatically rose. The well-trained Bodyguard focused on driving. The Mobile Phone rang. Tang Song picked up the Phone and put it to his ear.

"You found Johnny's Whereabouts?" Tang Song answered the Phone. On the other end was one of his Subordinates responsible for finding the Motorcyclist Johnny.

This Ghost Rider of Mephisto had been in a state of wandering since leaving his circus job, making him quite difficult to find.

Several times, the peripheral Gangs under Tang Song had clearly found the person, but by the time Tang Song sent people to catch up, only a few Corpses burned by Hellfire remained at the scene.

Eye of Judgment, coupled with Hellfire, was simply the bane of Ordinary Person like their Gang Thugs.

"Where is the location? Okay, try to stall him...!"

Tang Song was holding the Phone, having just spoken a couple of sentences, when he suddenly looked up at the window. A White Light flashed behind him. A Bell-sized Golden Bell Shield spun around, transforming into a blinding Golden Light that protected the Car within it.

The Golden Light changed, and from a distance, it was clearly a huge Golden Bell Shield Phantom covering the two speeding black Mercedes-Benz Cars.

"Boom!"

A violent Explosion Sound seemed to echo throughout the world.

The bridge deck the convoy had just driven over suddenly turned into countless Shattered fragments flying outwards in the Strong Light and Raging Fire.

A black and red pillar of fire shot up from under the bridge, sending several Cars near Tang Song flying nearly thirty meters high. They flew dozens of meters away before crashing heavily onto the bridge deck, scraping forward on the Ground and sparking large areas of Firelight.

Several unlucky Drivers only felt their bodies vibrate violently, accompanied by a huge Explosion Sound, before experiencing a sensation of soaring through the clouds.

The Golden Bell Shield Phantom protected his vehicle. Tang Song sat inside the Car, calmly looking out the window.

The echo of the Explosion Sound still lingered. Immediately after, Tang Song heard a piercing Sound of Breaking Air. Large-caliber Sniper Rifle Bullets tore white lines through the Air, accurately hitting the Golden Bell Shield Phantom outside Tang Song's vehicle. The specially made Bullets struck the Golden Bell Shield Phantom, instantly producing a huge Explosion Sound.

Dozens of high-power anti-Tank Rockets also flew from the Tall building rooftops in the distance, heavily bombarding the Great Desolation Bell Phantom. The Great Desolation Bell Phantom rippled with Water Ripple, its Golden Light brilliant.

Tang Song stepped out from the Golden Light. His face, usually adorned with a gentle Smile, was now filled with killing intent. He coldly watched the flying Bullets. 'Bang bang bang bang', over a dozen Large-caliber Bullets immediately kissed his Head, Chest, Lower Abdomen, and other Vital Points.

Amidst the loud 'clang clang' sounds, the Bullets were shaken off, as if it wasn't a Flesh and Blood Body, but a Steel Machine.

Tang Song waved his right hand. Two Sword Pills transformed into countless Sword Light, whistling and shooting towards the Direction from which the Bullets and Rockets had come.

A pungent smell of Blood permeated the Air.

As far as the eye could see, on a building about two kilometers away in the distance, the panicked Hitmen were spurting Blood, or were directly twisted into Shattered pieces by the White Light Sword Light.

In the Shadow, over a dozen Ghost Wolf Big men who had transformed into Ghost Wolf forms were rushing towards the Direction of the Hitmen's attack.

Dozens of Gunmen held Firearms and exchanged fire with that group of Hitmen, but their Firepower was inferior to the Hitmen who had been prepared.

But there were still an unknown number of Hitmen, firing frantically from over a dozen Tall buildings near and far.

Whoosh! A single short-range Missile enveloped the entire bridge. The hundreds of meters long bridge deck instantly collapsed, along with dozens of innocent passing Cars, all plunging into the deep river channel.

Screams and Wailing fueled Tang Song's rage.

Everything was like slow motion in a movie. The Shattered bridge deck, the broken Car shells, the pulverized Human body fragments were clearly visible. They burned, Melted, and turned into Ash in the Air, drifting into the emerald green river water.

The Great Desolation Bell spun, radiating Radiance, transforming into a golden lotus that protected a section of the bridge deck about a hundred meters in radius. Under Tang Song's full activation, the Great Desolation Bell's Golden Light shield shimmered in the Air. The Missile bombardment had no effect on the Light shield.

Tang Song spread his hands. His Body slowly floated up. At a Height of three feet from the Ground, with a loud 'crack', the Silver Sword Pill, which had been shuttling back and forth, split into dozens of Sword Light again, transforming into streaks of White Rainbow that shot towards the Tall building from which the Missile had been launched.

Piercing screams came from afar. Even the Ordinary Person near the bridge heard the miserable howls of those unlucky Hitmen, and couldn't help but shiver all over.

This assassination attempt, from start to finish, took less than half an hour.

It ended very quickly. Tang Song had brought quite a lot of Manpower to Washington this time to prevent accidents.

Soon, two Ghost Wolf Big men who had restored to Human Form dragged a guy who was clearly a Hitman Leader to Tang Song.

"Hell Aura!!" In the Depths of the Soul of this Hitman, Tang Song saw the Shadow of an Acquaintance.

"Mephisto!"

......…

Two days later, in the early hours of the morning, Blackheart was strolling along the Highway in the Austin Suburbs.

It had taken him quite some effort to get here from the Hell Border and Mortal Realm junction. Besides deliberately keeping a low profile and not rushing in his Demon form, the Old Man had let him out of Hell after he agreed to deal with a Human. This didn't seem like the Old Man's style.

Blackheart felt a bit apprehensive along the way.

In reality, any Creature with reason shouldn't have such a confident mindset when facing Mephisto. As a son, Blackheart knew how difficult his Old Man was to deal with.

Based on his countless failed rebellions in the past, his Father definitely wouldn't just let him get the Contract of San Venganza so easily.

Perhaps the Old Man was already secretly plotting against him.

Hmm, it's better to be careful.

Therefore, along the way, Blackheart kept his Perception spread out. Any Sign of Trouble would make Blackheart very Wary.

The Strength displayed by that Mortal was indeed formidable, but Humans have Weaknesses.

Blackheart sought out the Mexican Drug Cartel, and with a bit of Dark Magic, easily manipulated these guys whose Territory and Business had been taken.

He sent them to assassinate that Human.

Regarding the father-son relationship between Blackheart and Mephisto, there were actually some internal matters involved.

To be precise, Blackheart was "created" by Mephisto.

He was the product of one of Mephisto's arrogant creation Experiments. The Great Demon used endless Resentment to shape a personified will, and then used his own Blood to shape Blackheart's Body, allowing him to be born in Hell.

But the problem was that Blackheart lacked a Soul. Although the Bloodline flowing within him was indeed Mephisto's, he didn't have a Soul in the true sense. He was just a half-finished product of Mephisto's failed creation Experiment.

So, the lack of affection between father and son was quite natural. Well, it was similar to the less harmonious version of Odin and Loki, the relationship between an Adoptive Father and Adoptive Son.

"Hmm, the Destination is here."

About ten minutes later, Blackheart stood in front of the secluded Cemetery. "As a schemer who lures others to serve you, your Behavior makes even me feel a bit of Fear."

"However, as long as I get that Contract, Mephisto, I will become a true Hell Lord in the Mortal Realm."

The Hell Prince's grey Eyes flashed with a hint of greed, but he still maintained his most basic reason. He said softly:

"So, where is the difficulty?"

Blackheart looked left and right. He expanded his Perception again. After confirming that there were no dangerous Things around, he stepped into the Cemetery.

He had completed a little over half of the oath he made to Mephisto. He had found someone to deal with that Human. Although he didn't personally make a move, wasn't it normal for a Demon to exploit a small Contract loophole?

Hell Prince Blackheart walked forward through the Mist that permeated the Cemetery. He ignored the tombstones standing on both sides of the narrow path, ignoring the names of the deceased. He just walked straight towards the depths of the Cemetery.

It was quiet all around, as if the departed souls in the Cemetery were watching him.

The atmosphere was a bit strange. A midnight Cemetery was not a good place for leisure, but unfortunately, Blackheart came from Hell. He had grown up in the Infernal Realm since his birth. A mere Cemetery couldn't scare him.

Soon, Blackheart arrived at the ancient, desolate burial area. He searched among them and quickly found the tombstone of the previous generation Ghost Rider, Carter Slade.

He stretched out his hand, and the invisible Resentment condensed into black Energy in his palm, which was then thrown towards the tomb in front of him.

The Ground and soil of the Mortal Realm could not withstand such Supernatural Powers. It was like a Bomb exploding on the Ground. After the black Impact wave dissipated, the tomb in front of Blackheart was completely flipped outwards, and even the decayed wooden coffin was blown open.

Blackheart looked at the tomb in front of him. As expected... it was empty!

"Hey! What are you doing there?"

A roar sounded from the darkness behind Blackheart. The Hell Prince turned his Head and saw an Old Man wearing a cowboy outfit, carrying a lantern, and holding a shovel, standing at the Cemetery Entrance and roaring at him.

"Damn Thugs, you never learn!"

"Ha, don't disturb the peace of the dead, Bastard!" The caretaker acted as if he were a true Ordinary Person, completely unaware of the disguised evil Creature like Blackheart. He walked towards Blackheart aggressively, gripping the shovel, seemingly intending to teach this scoundrel who was disturbing the peace of the dead at midnight a lesson.

But after walking within ten meters of Blackheart, the caretaker's Expression changed.

A trace of Fear flashed across his aged face. He quickly threw away the lantern and turned to run.

He recognized Blackheart, and Blackheart also recognized him.

"Boom"

Cold, terrible black Resentment was thrown out by the sneering Blackheart, like a black Fist, heavily pounding the back of the fleeing Carter Slade, sending the weakened previous generation Ghost Rider flying.

But although Carter was weak, he still had a last trace of the Knight's Strength in his Body. That Strength had kept him alive for over 200 years, and as long as it wasn't actively consumed, he could continue to live until the day he got tired of living and actively sought Death.

So the Impact wave thrown by Blackheart did not knock the old rider unconscious. The latter rolled several times on the Ground, then got up and continued running towards his cabin.

His disheveled appearance looked exactly like a miserable Old Man desperately trying to survive in a Desperate Situation.

And Blackheart, like a true Demon, indulged the weak Slade's escape, giving him hope of survival.

But just as Slade rushed to the Entrance of the Sacred Ground Cabin, Blackheart, who had transformed into his Demon prototype, descended from the Sky and slapped Slade's Chest with a Claw, sending him flying.

Ha, a perfect hunt. When the indulged hope burns to the last second, cruelly extinguish it! That's it!

A Demon should do that! "Bang"

The struggling Slade was scraped on the Ground by Blackheart's scaled left Foot, while Hell Prince Blackheart's lizard-like Tail, like a tentacle, fiercely choked Slade's Neck.

Blackheart, whose face was covered in purplish-black Scales, with even his mouth protected by Scales, looked down at the struggling old rider who was almost suffocating. That desperate posture made Blackheart extremely satisfied.

"Give it to me!"

Hell Prince Blackheart lifted the struggling Slade to his eyes with his Tail. He stared at the weak Old Man and said:

"You know what I'm talking about. Give it to me! Carter Slade! You oath-breaker!"

"You will fail."

Old Slade gritted his teeth and retorted in pain: "Just like your Father!"

"Oh, I'm not like him..."

Hell Prince Blackheart extended a sharp Claw, drawing a bloody wound on Old Slade's cheek. He said: "That Old Man likes to bind his playthings with Contracts. He rarely uses violence."

"But I'm different. Poor Slade, I'm more inclined towards traditional Hell creatures. I really like using violence!"

"Crack"

Old Slade's Finger was forcibly broken. The pain of ten fingers connected to the heart made the old rider's Body struggle wildly like a fish on a hook.

"Let me remind you, you still have nine fingers."

Hell Prince Blackheart said: "Pain always makes people yield, especially someone who has already yielded twice."

"Uh, never mind, I don't care about that. That's the grudge between you and him, an old generation's grudge. I don't care at all!"

"Crack"

Another Finger was broken. Hell Prince Blackheart's Voice also became cruel: "Give it, to me!"

"No!"

Old Slade acted like a tough guy. He was being tortured, but he refused to yield. This was completely within Hell Prince Blackheart's expectation.

If Old Slade were someone who yielded so easily, then those annoying guys in Heaven wouldn't have let him keep that important Contract.

"Bang"

Old Slade was thrown to the Ground. Hell Prince Blackheart flexed his Claws. He said: "I'm sorry, but I don't have much Time, so let's speed things up."

He intended to continue torturing the Old Man. The latter kept retreating, like someone pushed into a Desperate Situation. A flicker of Firelight danced in Old Slade's Eyes. It seemed he was planning to fight to the Death.

"Excuse me, are you looking for this!?"

But just as Hell Prince Blackheart stepped forward, a Voice called out to him! Hell Prince Blackheart turned his Head and saw the Figure that had suddenly appeared before him. His Pupils contracted.

He recognized this person. It was the Human Mephisto had told him to deal with!

Tang Song held a Cane in one hand and a shovel in the other. With a 'crack', the shovel broke, revealing the Thing hidden inside.

Tang Song looked at the Hell Prince before him with apathetic Eyes.

In front of him, a strangely shaped Flesh and Blood Compass was suspended. The Compass's White Bone pointer was aimed directly at Blackheart.

"I originally thought I would see Mephisto. It's a bit of a pity!"

Seeing the golden Scroll in Tang Song's hand, Blackheart and Old Slade's Expressions simultaneously froze for a moment. Old Slade reacted the next moment. Hellfire burned on his Body, and he howled as he lunged at Blackheart.

"No!"

"Hahahahaha"

Blackheart let out a burst of wild laughter. He grabbed Old Slade's Neck, and the surging Resentment forcibly extinguished the Flames that hadn't fully ignited on Old Slade. The old rider himself was also pressed against a nearby tree trunk by Blackheart.

"Hahahahaha, destiny is with me!"

Hell Prince Blackheart roared and pounced on Tang Song! The Hell Prince revealed his ferocious nature. Deadly Bone Spikes extended from his arms!

Bang! Tang Song swung his Cane fiercely at Blackheart's face. The Cane transformed into a streak of Sword Light.

It instantly ripped Blackheart's skin and flesh, as if half his Head had been blown off, and thick black Smoke hissed out.

"Who are you?!"

Blackheart roared, looking at Tang Song, his Eyes fixed on the Contract of San Venganza in his hand.

As long as he got it, he could open a Hell of his own in the material world and become the King of Hell!

It was just that this person carried an Aura that made him Fear him from the Depths of his Soul.

Tang Song looked at Blackheart, this fool, with some disappointment.

He had originally thought it was Mephisto causing him Trouble in the dark. He had even had dozens of Mexican Gang members captured.

Using their Flesh and Blood as a Ritual, their Souls as a Compass, and the Qi Mechanism he found in the Hitman's Soul as a pointer, he had finally found the culprit behind the assassination.

He had thought it was Mephisto, but it turned out to be just his foolish son! What a waste of the grand gift he had prepared! However, besides the Contract of San Venganza, what would happen if he used Mephisto's foolish son as a Sacrificial Offering for the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book?!

Tang Song gripped his Cane tightly, his face showing eager excitement.

He swung his Cane, lightly delivering another blow towards Blackheart.

If Mephisto was hiding in Hell and not showing his face, then he would take down his son first.

Blackheart had clearly just witnessed the Formidable Force of Tang Song's Cane. He transformed into a ball of black Smoke and tried to escape.

A speck of Golden Light suddenly appeared above Blackheart's Head. To enhance the Force of the Great Desolation Bell, Tang Song had integrated the X-Gene Trait of a Spatial Mutant into the Great Desolation Bell.

The Great Desolation Bell now also possessed the characteristic of short-distance Space displacement. Before Blackheart could make a move, the Golden Bell Shield had covered his Head.

Blackheart felt the Strength of the Great Bell above his Head, and boundless Despair and Fear appeared on his face. He roared: "I am unwilling!"

The Golden Bell Shield's chime vibrated. Golden Flames echoed within the Golden Bell Shield, rapidly spreading outwards, expanding from hair-thin to a thousand feet in radius. Blackheart's Body was enveloped by the Golden Flames, and his Body instantly vaporized.

A speck of black Light escaped from the Golden Light. This was Blackheart's Mental Imprint. He wanted to escape this light that destroyed everything, so he would still have a chance to escape with his Life.

But the golden lotus flashed and disappeared. Tang Song withdrew the Great Desolation Bell.

Tang Song walked up to Carter Slade, who was slumped on the Ground, and was about to reach out to help the old senior of the Sacred Shield Brotherhood up...

.........

"Buzz"

A low and frantic Engine Sound erupted outside the Cemetery. Tang Song looked up. A streak of dancing Flames was rushing towards the Cemetery from the distant darkness in a dazzling manner.

It was like a line of fire burning in the night.

Amidst the roar of the Motorcycle, a Skeleton Knight, completely engulfed in raging Hellfire and wearing a black Motorcycle suit, was speeding through the night on an incredibly cool Skeleton Motorcycle.

Its Head, Fingers, and Neck were devoid of Flesh and Blood. All the Flesh and Blood on its Body had been burned away by Hellfire. A frantic Soul bent on Revenge had been stuffed into Johnny Blaze's Body. That was proof that the Contract had been activated.

Mephisto's Knight... Tang Song stroked the Beast Head on his Cane, beginning to understand. Ghost Rider, the Trump Card Mephisto had prepared specifically to deal with him?! "Clang"

The fiercely burning Skeleton Motorcycle, like a heavy siege Tank, crashed directly into the Cemetery's black railing Gate. However, it didn't knock the Gate flying, but instead directly Melted the Metal.

Amidst the touch of the rolling Hellfire, the Cemetery Gate was Melted into a mass of Burning iron slag, clanging as it hit the Ground.

This old Motorcycle had become incredibly cool. Its Headlights were shaped like a roaring Demon's Head.

The handlebars were high at the front, gripped by the Skeleton Knight wearing a stylish black jacket. On either side of the engine cover, Bone Claws extended, echoing the Demon's Head Necklace, adding a unique sense of weight to the vehicle amidst the heavy evil aura.

The four exhaust pipes were also shaped like the hind hooves of a Beast.

But it no longer emitted environmentally harmful gases. Instead, it spewed out pure and frantic Flames.

It was as if this monstrous vehicle devoured the world, chewed up the pale reality, and then excreted it in the form of scorching Flames.

The rolling Raging Fire attached to the two gears burned scorching tire tracks into the Earth, like a Demon had walked across this Ground, leaving strange hoof prints.

It was fine on the soil, but on the well-laid Highway, wherever the Knight went, the solidified asphalt was reignited and then torn apart as if by Claws.

The Austin city construction department would probably be very troubled. The Highway from the City to the Outskirts was almost completely destroyed by this rampaging, bizarre Knight... They would have to spend another sum of Money to repave it.

However, maybe this was a good Thing. Big Projects always had a lot of Profit to be made.

Boss Tang looked at the Highway destroyed by the Ghost Rider's passage, his thoughts wandering. He pondered how much Profit there would be if the Tang Group took on this Project and then Subcontracted it! "Crack"

The imposing and cool Motorcycle, clearing a path with Raging Fire, crashed through tombstones along the way, speeding forward with an attitude of knocking down everything. Then, with a cool and perfect tail whip, it stopped precisely in front of Tang Song.

Amidst the roaring of the Motorcycle, the Flaming Skeleton turned its Head like a Robot, staring at Tang Song.

Before transmigrating, Tang Song had watched two Ghost Rider movies. Out of curiosity, he had even specifically gone to forums to understand how Mephisto created a Ghost Rider that could restrain himself.

Simply put, the other Soul that supported the Hosts of the Contract and transformed into the Ghost Rider was not a Hell creature. It came from Heaven, or more accurately, from God, the Creator.

These spirits, known as the Spirit of Vengeance or Spirit of Judgment, were the "punishers" sent by God to maintain order in the Mortal Realm after the legend of the Great Flood.

But later, a series of very complex stories occurred. These Spirits of Vengeance were lured into corruption and became insane, and were then captured by Mephisto.

However, their existence was still sacred, and their power after becoming insane was even greater, leading the Great Demon to be unable to directly control them.

Mephisto had been researching how to manipulate these insane Holy Spirits. Using his super evil wisdom, he finally found a roundabout method.

He used Contracts to lure potential Mortals, then stuffed the insane Spirit of Vengeance into the Mortal Souls, causing them to entangle with the Mortal Souls and finally be reborn in the form of the Ghost Rider.

In this situation, Mephisto could indirectly manipulate the highly Destructive Power Spirits of Vengeance by manipulating the Mortals.

But this method of manipulation always had limitations, and the insane Spirit of Vengeance would occasionally instinctively try to break free from the Great Demon's control when they became clear-headed. Therefore, Mephisto was very cautious when selecting Knights and would not let a Spirit of Vengeance stay in the same Knight's Body for too long.

Moreover, even a Mortal with great Potential could hardly unleash the full Strength of the Spirit of Vengeance.

"You..."

The Skeleton Knight extended its right hand, its burning pale Bone Finger pointing at Tang Song. It said in a rough, hoarse Voice: "Are guilty!"

Tang Song chuckled softly, pointing to himself: "Ha, then who will judge me? You?"

"Mephisto, speaking of which, I understand Souls better than you!" A black Light flashed behind Tang Song. Four Ghoul White Bone Banners rose behind him, like four fluttering banners.

Black and White Impermanence, Ox-Head and Horse-Face, Leopard-Tail, Bird-Beak, Fish-Gill, Wasp, the Phantoms of the Eight Great Yin Commanders appeared before Tang Song, moving to meet the Ghost Rider.

......

Tang Song held his Cane and beckoned to the Ghost Rider. Admittedly, his Boss wasn't a good person.

But he wasn't someone just anyone could judge. The person who could judge Tang Someone hadn't been born yet! "Snap"

The Ghost Rider stood in front of the Skeleton Motorcycle. It walked towards Tang Song in a mechanical posture. It clenched its Fist, and the Hellfire on its arm burned even more fiercely.

As the Bone Finger swung, the cold wind was easily shattered, and the erupting Raging Fire surged forward.

"Very Formidable," Tang Song spread his hands, laughing wildly and unrestrainedly like a Villain.

The Figure of Black Impermanence in front of him stepped forward. Countless black Chains surged from The Void, tightly wrapping around the Ghost Rider.

The Ghost Rider extended its burning hands. Hellfire erupted, trying to tear apart these Chains. The Hellfire wrapped around its Body was slightly different from the Flames used by ordinary Demons. It was mixed with the Judgment Power of the Spirit of Vengeance, doubling its Destructive Power.

However, the Strength of Hellfire was strong, but it couldn't keep up with the speed at which the Chains were continuously generated from The Void.

Black Impermanence's Chains were themselves Divine Artifacts for binding Malevolent Spirits. The Underworld Ghost God evolved from the Ghoul White Bone Banner was connected to the Banner Body's Qi Mechanism.

As long as the White Bone Banner was not broken, Black Impermanence would not die.

If the Ghost Rider directly attacked the Ghoul White Bone Banner, perhaps it could break free from the Soul Locking Chain's restraint using Hellfire...

But he clearly didn't understand the profoundness of Eastern World Magic Arts.

He continued to pull at the increasing number of black Chains with his burning hands, like an insect caught in a Spiderweb.

In just a few breaths, the Ghost Rider was bound into a large bundle.

"Slap"

Tang Song walked up to the constantly shaking large bundle, raised his Foot, and kicked the large bundle onto the Ground.

(end of chapter)