American comic world demon hunter

While the old man was chatting with Dante, the sun had completely emerged from the ground. The sunlight was shining in the cemetery, and countless tombstones stood on the ground.

Dante stood up from his chair with interest.

"How about going for a walk. Maybe there will be a few people in this cemetery who deserve my silence."

As Dante spoke, he opened the door to himself, and the sun burst into the room. The old man instinctively raised his hand to block his eyes.

"You are really good-natured, young man, just let me, this old bone, accompany you for a while."

The old man said, climbed up from the bed, came to the door of the house, picked up a shovel that he often used, and followed Dante's pace.

Dante walked outside the room and looked at the docile old horse not far away. Who would have thought that the old horse would transform into a powerful flaming nightmare at night?

Dante walked up to the old horse and lightly kicked the old horse's butt. The old horse snorted disdainfully.

"Hey, I told you, don't bully my old friends. An old friend like me really doesn't have many friends."

"You always call yourself old-fashioned. As for your name, you should have a name."

Dante asked casually, and his question made the old man silent for a long time.

The old man didn't answer after all. He just walked silently to a tombstone and inserted the shovel in his hand into the ground.

Dante followed the old man's gaze and saw that there were only a few words on the tombstone.

"Carter Shrey, may the angels guide you."

Dante read it softly and patted the old man on the shoulder.

"Your name, Carter Shrey"

"It doesn't sound bad, right?"

The old man smiled at Dante, his messy white beard trembling with his movements, and Dante grinned.

"It doesn't sound too nice. I'm Dante, a demon hunter. I'm currently tracking down the Witch Heart Demon. I heard he is Mephisto's son."

"Why did you pursue Saint Fangansa when you traced the Witch's Heart Demon? But you are right. The Witch's Heart Demon is indeed a descendant of Mephisto. He is a guy even more insidious and vicious than me."

After the old man finished speaking, he took out his pocket watch from the pocket of his jeans and looked at the time.

Hearing the old man's question, Dante took out Liv's necklace from his pocket.

"I have a friend who is very good at divination. When I asked her to help me divine the whereabouts of the witch-hearted demon, the result she gave me was St. Fangansa." Dante smiled handsomely: "It seems that your mouth The witch-hearted demon is also pursuing the idea of ​​St. Fangansa."

"Shit" Carter Sly spat in frustration. He wiped his mouth with the denim-style scarf he wore around his neck and cursed fiercely: "You son of a bitch, Mephisto, I'm not here. After all these years in hell, has he not been able to control the sperm he ejaculated, you bastard?"

Carter Shrey scolded angrily while ravaging the ground with the shovel in his hand. The shovel was inserted in and out of the ground. The splashing mud showed Carter Shrey's mood. He shouted depressedly.

"Even when I was young, I might not be a match for the Witch Heart Demon, not to mention that I'm already old."

"Haha" Dante laughed fiercely: "Old guy, don't pretend to be weak in front of me. You don't have to act. I will help you solve this trouble. I have a grudge against the Witch Heart Demon. I took my revenge. You can rest assured. Be considerate, fair and reasonable”

"Sounds like I made a profit."

Carter Shiresan said with a smile, and Dante shook his head slightly.

"There is no such thing as profit or loss. It's just that, even without you, I will do what I should do."

Having said this, Dante looked at the old man meaningfully, pointed to his head, and asked softly.

"But compared to the Witch Heart Demon, I am more interested in you now. You are not the demon I imagined, but you can become like just now. Can you tell me about a skeleton covered in flames?"

"There's nothing to talk about, Ghost Rider, haha, we are all a group of fools who were deceived by Mephisto into signing a contract. We gave our souls to hellfire and the spirit of vengeance. We have the fire that can give souls to all things. I have a pair of eyes that can avenge all innocent people. We are immortal. Only old age can defeat us. I am the strongest Ghost Rider ever and the only Ghost Rider now."

"only"

"Well, when I betrayed Mephisto, I discovered that I had the power to ignore his contract. I once thought that my power came from Mephisto, but I shot Mephisto in the face with my shotgun. When I did, I discovered that my strength came from another place.”

As Carter Shirey said this, he looked at the word "ANGEL" on his tombstone.

"My power comes from God. God has given all vengeful spirits the ability to vent hatred against the guilty. But Mephisto came to us insidiously, made a contract with us before we awakened, and played with us. "In the palm of your hand"

"Then you are really stupid, so after your betrayal, Mephisto killed all the Ghost Riders except you?"

"No, but when we knew the truth, most of the guys except me chose to self-destruct. We are messengers of God, but we have served hell for too long. The torment in our hearts has extinguished our flames. If I hadn't I still have to protect this damn St. Fangansa contract, I'm afraid my old bones have already been buried in my grave."

"It's such a pity." Dante showed a rare expression of admiration. He sighed softly and said, "You are very powerful and unique. It would be a pity to disappear like this."

Hearing Dante's words, Carter Shirey burst into laughter.

"We will not disappear. As long as there are evil people in the world, there will always be new Ghost Riders. For example, the motorcycle that is driving here."

Following the old man's words, Dante really heard the huge roar of the motorcycle. The sound was like the hoofbeats of the old man's war horse, which directly rang in Dante's soul. Dante looked along the road and saw a burning machine in the distance. A flaming motorcycle drove here at high speed. On the motorcycle sat a skeleton wearing black leather pants and a leather jacket, with his body covered in flames.

"Ha, this thing is much more handsome than your Marco. What do you call this kid? He is your disciple."

"No, no, no, I don't know him. It's just that we have some feelings for each other. He is a newcomer. It looks like he has transformed for the first time. Come on, let's go over and take a look."

As the old man spoke, he walked towards the direction of the motorcycle with a shovel in hand. The motorcycle was moving very fast, and Dante gradually saw clearly that the claws and burning mechanical sheep's head extending from the motorcycle seemed to be alive.

Dante clicked his tongue with interest, Ghost Rider is really a powerful and interesting profession.

However, Johnny Blaze obviously has a different view of the Ghost Rider than Dante. In his opinion, it is just being tortured.

Just like now, Johnny Blaze felt like his whole body was burning. He was riding on his motorcycle. He couldn't see his face, but he could see his motorcycle was burning. He could see his hands. Turned into hand bones, he could feel that the iron chains wrapped around his body were also on fire. He had just killed a devil with the burning iron chains, and he also stared to death a robbery gangster with his eyes.

"Father"

Johnny wailed in his heart. He was enduring the pain of being burned by the flames. He was extremely thirsty and wanted to drink water. However, he didn't know that what he lacked was not the nourishment of water, but the nourishment of the evil man's soul.

Johnny doesn't know anything, he doesn't know why he became like this, the devil, the contract, the fire, his father is sick, ah ah ah ah ah

"Father"

Johnny finally stopped. His motorcycle stopped in front of a tombstone. He rolled off the motorcycle with difficulty and fell to the ground with a thud. He knelt there, wailing in pain and crazily. The flames on his body gradually dissipated, and his gradually recovering muscles and skin seemed to have been roasted. They were steaming and fragrant. He struggled and crawled to the tombstone in front of him on all fours. He climbed to In front of the tombstone, he stretched out his hand tremblingly

Dante and Carter Shirey were standing on the side, and he followed Johnny's hand and saw the content on the tombstone.

"Barton Blazer"

Carter Shrey sighed.

"That's his father's tombstone. I knew his father. He was an adventurous motorcycle stuntman, but he died in a performance a long time ago. His son turned out to be the new Ghost Rider. Then his I’m going to take the time to investigate the cause of death.”

Just as Carter Shirey finished speaking, Dante curled his lips.

"I feel that the most important thing you should do now is drag this young man from the ground into the house. He seems to have passed out."

The young man in the black jacket in Dante's eyes, that is, Johnny Blaze, has completely passed out. The flames on his body have completely disappeared, along with the flames on his motorcycle.

Dante leaned over and took a look. He lightly kicked the arm of the young man in the black jacket, which made Johnny open his eyes with difficulty.

“Have a nice trip, little skeleton on fire”

Dante joked with a smile, and then he picked up Johnny with one hand, carried Johnny into Carter Shiley's house, and threw him on the bed. Outside the house, Carter was riding on Johnny's motorcycle. He held Johnny's hand in his hand. He pressed the accelerator and squeezed it hard, and the motorcycle roared immediately.

Dante no longer paid attention to the unconscious Johnny. He walked to Carter and reached out to touch the handsome motorcycle.

"Come on, let it light up quickly, this thing is still pretty good at breathing fire."

Dante joked, Carter Shirey exerted his hands, and countless flames came out of Carter Shirey's body. Carter turned into a flaming skeleton in an instant, and the flames spread along Carter Shirey's hand bones to the motorcycle. On the motorcycle, the motorcycle immediately came to life. A huge mechanical sheep's head emerged from the front of the motorcycle, and two huge metal hand bones held the engine of the motorcycle.

"I'm not used to riding. I still prefer my old horse. Hey, I'm old. At first, I only liked new girls, new lives, new mounts, and new weapons. But now, the oldest is the best."

Carter Shirey sighed and patted the back seat of his motorcycle.

"Come on, young man, let's take you for a ride. Let's see the difference between riding this motorcycle and riding an old horse."