Meiman: Get a Ghost Rider at the beginning

Suowanda is from Kunlun. What he actually learns is something similar to internal strength. It cannot be said that this thing is not as good as magic. Each has its own advantages.

At least ordinary mages will definitely die if they fight in close combat. At the same time, except for a few mages who can cast spells without spells or cast spells instantly, most of the spells are killed by them in close combat before they finish reciting them.

At present, Suowanda is using his inner energy to block the evil fire, a kind of flame that burns the soul. It is very uncomfortable, and the blue is draining away at a speed that doubles as a flood.

Although Suowanda is several times better than Roger in terms of martial arts fighting skills, he is timid in fighting. First of all, he cannot touch the opponent because the opponent has a layer of dangerous hell flames on his body.

Secondly, the opponent is immortal, and his long-range attacks have no effect.

Just as Suowanda was fighting and retreating, an iron chain swam in the ground like a snake, and then suddenly jumped up and tied up Suowanda.

Suowanda hurriedly turned around to avoid this strange iron chain that would automatically tie people up when a bullet with a caliber exceeding 10cm hit his body while spinning at high speed.

Suowanda, whose sixth sense gave him a crazy warning that death was coming, twisted his body to avoid the bullet at the critical moment.

While he was dodging the bullet, a motorcycle with two burning tires suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The huge impact from the front of the car directly knocked him upside down.

The iron chains also took the opportunity to swarm up and tie the opponent tightly.

Before Suowanda could react, a pair of eyes met his.

"Feel the pain, the pain of those who have been hurt by you."

"Ah..." Suowanda yelled in pain, and her whole body couldn't help but tremble.

But in fact, it was just a scene in his soul world. In reality, the moment he was faced by the Eye of Judgment, he opened his mouth wide and stopped moving before he could moan.

"Come out, I know it's you again -"

Roger looked at a dark shadow in the forest angrily, and almost snatched my head again. This guy is really a dog.

A man in black with a skull painted on his chest, Mrs. Gao, who was interrupted by Barrett, came out holding her hands.

Madam Gao was so miserable. She was almost alive after being swept away by Gatling. The man in black was still worried and broke both of her hands again.

"Here you go." The man in black threw Mrs. Gao in front of Roger. "After killing her last time, she came back to life somehow. I can see that you have a way to kill them completely."

"That's for sure. These people are not ordinary people. They are all old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years. By the way, what is your name?" Roger asked.

He was quite curious about the person in front of him, because the killing value of the other person was very high, and the sin value in his soul was no less than that of Madam Gao and the others. The sin was so thick that it reached the sky, but he couldn't smell the slightest evil breath.

How to describe his soul?To Ghost Rider's sense of smell, it's like a cake that looks exquisite, but doesn't have the slightest sweet taste.

The other party killed countless people, which was a crime, but his behavior was not evil, so it had no taste. It was the kind of cake that could be eaten, but was tasteless.

"I don't have a name..." The man in black seemed to recall something, and looked up at the moon in the sky with a lonely look.

"The name is just a code name. If you have to add one, just call me the Punisher."

The corners of Roger's mouth twitched. Damn it, I've tricked him. I'm obviously the one who traveled through time.

"You can call me, Evil Spirit...Knight." Before he could finish his words, the other party had already turned around and left, seemingly not caring who Roger was.

"Hey, you guy, it's very rude to do this."

The strong man in black had already walked away and could not hear what Roger said...

Forget it, just know who it is. Looking at the dying Madam Gao, using the Eye of Judgment again, her soul is gone, I don’t believe you can be resurrected.

From the memories of Suowanda and Mrs. Gao's soul fragments, Roger obtained the location where they hid the dragon bones.

There are five members of the Hand, each of whom has a piece of dragon bone, but no one knows where the other has placed it.

Recently, Mrs. Gao died once and was just resurrected. One of them helped. Later, Mrs. Gao returned the dragon bones consumed by the resurrection to the other party.

Therefore, these five people who seem to be united are only as long as they can live forever. Once one of them runs out of keels and cannot live forever, they will immediately enter the stage of killing each other.

"┗|｀O′|┛Ouch..."

From the Hand's lair in the distance, there was a big explosion, followed by a very loud howl that was not human-like.

----

In the industrial area, after Roger left, the projection clones planted the bomb. After the altar, Sarcoma completely transformed into a monster that looked different.

After the monster appeared, a strange mental wave covered the entire industrial area, causing waves of nausea and dizziness in people's minds.

"Here, let's get started~"

A clone suppressed the feeling of dizziness and shouted: "Explosion is art~"

bang~

There was an extremely huge explosion, the explosive packs bought by Roger, as well as various C4 and grenades sent by the Punisher, all concentrated in the basement and exploded, with as much power as a small mushroom.

After the explosion, the entire factory building collapsed, setting off a huge cloud of dust and explosion sparks

Shortly after all the buildings collapsed, with a huge roar, a meat ball lifted the upper layers of buildings overhead and roared to the sky.

It had suffered such a powerful blow when it first came here, and it was furious. Whoever hit it would come back with revenge.

The few projection clones left on the ground immediately started attacking as soon as they saw the BOSS appearing.

Heavy machine guns, grenades, and RPGs all opened fire, leaving nothing behind.

But it was completely useless to Meatball. Meatball roared, branched out a tentacle, grabbed a clone, and pulled it into his body.

The clone is not an entity and dissipates when it enters its body.

"Wo rough, the ideas are pricking your hands, the wind is pulling hard~" A clone screamed strangely, and the others immediately dispersed.

【Hungry~】

【Hungry.......】

The fleshy ball appeared, as if unconsciously, constantly muttering the word "hungry". The hands on the ground were beating the numerous corpses, and were slowly rolled up by its tentacles and integrated into its body.

It looked up and saw a city with a population of tens of millions in the distance, full of fascinating food.

Just when it was about to move towards the city, a spark suddenly appeared in the void.

The sparks then began to expand and then formed into a circle.

Then, a different scene appeared in the circle of stars, as if there was another world on the other side.

A fat man who looked a bit silly came out and scratched the few hairs on his head.

Staring at the big meatball in front of him, he muttered to himself: "I can't beat this thing by myself. What kind of idiot would come up with something like this?"

Then he turned to look at one of the projection clones who was staring at him in a daze, "Did you do it?"

"No~" The projection clone shook his head vigorously, "It was summoned by people from the Hand."

"Hand Club?" The fat man glanced blankly, "You... don't seem to be your true form?"

"Where is your body? Call me for help~"

The clone was stunned for a moment, then pointed in Roger's direction.

"Oh, it's there, I know." Then the fat man muttered something, not knowing what spell he was releasing.

After a while, a circle of golden sparks was drawn directly, and then a space-time gate appeared. . . .

Roger stared blankly at the space-time gate that appeared in front of him. This thing looked like a spell from a certain bald-headed organization. He felt sorry for him. Was he finally going to accept him as his disciple?

Seeing that the other party seemed to be in a daze, the fat man pushed with his hand, and the space-time gate moved forward a certain distance, transferring Roger directly to the industrial area.

Roger looked around. It was not the New York Temple, nor the top of the Himalayas, but the lair of the Hand. There was also a projection clone gloating at him.

"Why are you so dazed? Come and help fight these smuggled dimension demons." Fatty said dissatisfied.

"Are you? Ancient One?" Roger was stunned for a moment. It seemed that he didn't want to accept him as his disciple, but instead wanted to make him do hard work.

The fat man curled his lips and said, "How can the Supreme Mage be free? There is no need for the Supreme Mage to take action in these small scenes. Just send someone casually."

Roger nodded, "Well, you're right, I'll leave that to you. I'm leaving first. The soup I'm cooking at home hasn't been turned off yet. Please don't cause a fire later. Bye~"

He waved his hand and wanted to run away. Just kidding, if the sky was falling and there was a tall person holding it up, then why should I rush forward stupidly? Didn't I offend a dimensional demon for nothing?

If it was a minion, then I would just deal with it casually. This aura is obviously that of a big boss. Damn, you can't be like A Kang. There are thousands of dimensional demons, and A Kang alone offends nearly half of them.

When the fat man saw that Meatball had gone far and headed towards the city, he didn't say anything. He waved his hand and a glass-like wall of air followed his hand across the entire land.

Um?On the outside, there seemed to be no change, but Roger felt a different change, and that was his voice.

Here.... there is no wind, no sound.

There was no sound of snakes, insects, rats, ants, birds, not even the sound of wind, just like a ghost, without the sound of life.

Roger opened his mouth, "Where is this~ It can't be..."

The fat man nodded and said, "Mirror space."

Roger's eyes widened: "Why did you drag me into the mirror space?"

The fat man scratched his head and said, "Help..."

"Brother, there are so many talented people at Karma Taj, why do you have to drag me as a pawn to participate in such a dangerous thing?"

"I don't know, the Supreme Mage ordered..."

"........."