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Soon! It's almost dawn!

I rode my beloved horse "Lightning", galloping wildly on the vast wilderness, looking at the white sky in the distance, the joy of "finally surviving the night again" came spontaneously, and the fatigue and pain accumulated after half a month of fleeing seemed to have left me.

However, "Lightning" suddenly screamed and fell, and I, who was unsuspected, also hit the ground with me.

"Lightning", you are the best horse king in the whole Andes, whether it is sprinting or long-distance running, there is no other horse that can compare with you, why did you fall down?

Seeing the black gas that had spread from the horse's neck to the horse's neck, and looking at the horse's legs that had turned to white bones, I finally understood why the lightning suddenly fell.

It also wanted to run, but the demon's curse had stripped it of its power.

I'm sorry, old friend, but I've bothered you......

The old man, who had followed me on foot, also walked slowly to the front, he had a silver skull as a scepter in his hand, and he smiled, and his cold and sweet voice came directly into my mind.

It's an indescribable language, it's long and complicated, but it's concise and fascinating to hear. These words rushed into my mind, constantly boasting of the glory of existence,

He is so great, so forgiving.

The old man was in front of me, bent down slightly, and stretched out his right hand to me, spread out, and spread his palm in front of me.

Still, he continued to smile.

Everything in front of me began to blur, countless miserable cries suddenly replaced the sweet praises, everything in my vision was so miserable, countless figures on torture instruments, countless confessions, countless wails, filled all my senses, those I knew and those I didn't know. They struggled to crawl into the torture instruments one by one, begging me to weep silently as I stood beside the torture instruments with the same faces, and the ones I dragged them into the torture instruments without mercy, and kept destroying them.

Cousin Anna, you finally admit that you fed the wrong horse! - No need to weep, atonement and praise will melt into your pain!

Uncle Adra, did you ever want to kill everyone? ―No remorse, your pain is the source of praise!

Dear Father, your contract to summon demons has finally failed! ―So, let me help you get acquainted with hell and eternal life!

Atonement here, pain, utter suffering, your suffering is everything.

Finally, I couldn't suppress a laugh in my heart and mouth, and walked step by step into everything in front of me, lifted the axe-shaped instrument in front of me, and walked to the humanoid instrument that kept bleeding all over my body, kept wailing, and kept praising the existence of a certain existence. Pain for praise, praise for pain. It's all about celebrating.

It turns out that this is the sweetness I mentioned before, this is so sweet, so let me praise him.

"Hiss....." With this long hiss, I saw the old man's face again, with a little surprise and a hint of dissatisfaction.

Still, he continued to smile, and the figures he had seen before turned into liquid ghosts and crawled towards me with various expressions, their expressions distorted, but their eyes were full of reverence.

Then, their expressions froze, and then they kept changing, and finally they all became me.

The old man, walking step by step again, the liquid me, kept getting out of the way, they cried out, prayed, turned into patches of blood and slapped against the old man's body.

He walked a long time just two steps away, and he kept walking in, as if he were walking from the edge of the sky, very slow, but great

Finally, the old man, standing in front of my eyes, repeated the action again, stretched out his hand, spread his palm, and the only difference was that he spoke

"Contract to me! Grant you immortality! ”

The hand automatically lifted up, and pulled out a yellowed, broken roll of paperwork from a vest made of calfskin.

It was a soul contract signed by the whole village that he had bewitched, and it was the reason why he had been chasing me all these days.

No way! Move me, don't give it to him! Move me!

On the savannah under the Andes Mountains in front of me, the days of laughter, the cheerful but somewhat troubled teenager, the rebellious youth, the bloodstains in the family after returning from the trip, the desolate desolation of the town.

I'm Ye Ying, I'm a traverser, and my name is Carter. Slade!

"Ah!!!h Barely grasp this paper with both hands, come on!

Give me a little more strength~~!

Finally, the body could no longer support it and let go, and the contract slowly flew to the old man's hand

There was a louder and louder sound of praise in my ears, and as the contract got closer to the old man's hand, the liquid simulacrum of me around me began to float and sink on the earth.

In the sky of the originally dark prairie, lightning fell into the sky, thunder rumbled, the contract flashed with blood and purple flames, and finally with that terrifying laughter, the contract fell into the hands of the old man, and the sea of blood churned, the sky was excited, and I finally collapsed, because the sea of blood around me kept pulling me down, and the end was hell.

"Finally, it's here." The old man smiled, and a thick black aura emanated from his body, echoing with the blood light rising from the contract, and gradually merging into one, "Carter. Slade, you've delayed me for so long as a mere mortal, and although you're a fool, your courage is truly commendable. ”

"You can be my knight, and use this courage in the direction I need."

"I am the Lord of Hell, Mephisto!"

The scorching flames enveloped my body in an instant, and the unspeakable pain caused me to scream frantically, but I could not make the slightest sound.

Like Lightning, I've turned into a skeleton.

After 25 years, is this the end?

"The last contract, as long as I fuse this contract, I can go to the next level, overpower the rest of the demon kings, and become the real 'king of kings'!"

No, I can't give up yet, because I'm going to fight to the end, whether it's in the name of Ye Ying's traverser or Carter. In the name of Slade's Avengers!

Although the body turned into bones has lost the strength to fight, the development of human civilization to this day has long passed the era of relying solely on physical strength.

I picked up the gun belt that had fallen to the ground, pulled out my spear, and aimed at the demon lord who was merging with the contract.

I really didn't have much experience doing these things with bones, and my movements were very jerky, and I didn't have the style of a legendary cowboy of yesteryear.

God, whether you are the Father in Heaven or the Lord who guides us through it, please listen to my prayers. Make sure this shot hits!

With all my strength in my hands, I pulled the trigger.

After the gunshots rang out, I finally lost all my strength and fainted....

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This is an extras written by a group friend, Nighthawk Commando (who plays the role, Carter Slader).

Carter comes from an American comic, the comic is not very famous in China, but the movie of the same name is quite popular.

His character is the first generation of Ghost Knight.

This article is a bit long, so it's sent in several times.