The old man with a brown linen scarf and hat on his head took a torch soaked in oil, carried an oil lamp, and lit it with a flame the size of a bean.

The firewood room built with loess masonry mixed with straw is much brighter.

The people gathered around the room could see the Englishman more clearly, crouching on the ground and pointing his finger to the dust, outlining the symbols they knew all too well.

「… In ancient Egyptian culture, the triangle mostly represented the 'all-seeing eye, also known as the 'all-seeing eye,' standing at the tip of the pyramid, representing the sun god 'Ra, gazing at his people, but ————"

Professor Jackson's dented fingernails covered the ground with a triangle without a bottom, a circle in the middle, and a cross underneath to resemble a scepter.

Jackson, who hadn't drunk much water for a day, and whose voice was a little hoarse and old, continued with difficulty:

「… But, ahem, but the slate of the remains engraved with this mark was analyzed by carbon atoms, even earlier than the earliest recorded excavations of the site of a mural depicting the 'All-Seeing Eye,' and what it represents... Pointing to the destruction and creation of all, the Revelation of the Heavens."

The old professor patted the dust on his palm, and looked at the Egyptians around him, still looking at the pattern on the ground that represented the 'Apocalypse', with a calm face, and did not mean to bring himself even a glass of water.

"We are infidels."

The English-speaking young man said in a deep voice, his eyebrows thick, hooked nose and narrow spacing.

「… Here, there are believers in the sun god, and there are believers in Christianity and Catholicism, but... Few people know of our Lord's apocalypse, and we dare not speak out, like gerbils in the desert, hiding in the light from generation to generation..."

Professor Jackson propped up his aching thighs, and the small firewood room was filled with indescribable sadness, but faintly full of piety and determination.

「… We are the last people who still silently adhere to the faith of our Lord, even... If it weren't for the fact that I could see those 'evolutionaries' on TV and even in my life in the past two years, I would have completely lost my insistence on the Lord in my generation, but ————."

The young believer of the Apocalypse stood up, and suddenly he raised his arms and shouted in the Arabic that the Egyptians spoke every day:

"God's people have awakened, 'The time of the Apocalypse will return, and the devout believers, who have endured for thousands of years, will finally receive his most generous mercy and lead us into His kingdom, and we can all become gods!"

"Well... Sabah... Noor!"

"Well... Sabah... Noor!"

………

Professor Jackson watched a room full of apocalyptic believers chanting the name of the Lord they believed in, but he also understood that this belonged to a more traditional religious culture.

After a while, the prayers gradually subsided, and the hook-nosed man grabbed Jackson's arm, and his words were less hostile than before.

"You should take a look at this, maybe you can help us unlock the secrets of this spire!"

"Alas! What's that..."

Professor Jackson had just wanted to beg for a glass of water, when he was dragged by the group of apocalypse believers to the courtyard next door, and there was a dark pit in the middle of the courtyard that still smelled of earth, and it looked like it had just been dug for a few days.

The hook-nosed man walked ahead with a torch and burrowed into the hole, and the professor, who rubbed his bearded chin and followed in a spirited manner, not knowing whether he was already hungry or because of the nature of an archaeologist.

Under the high quarter moon, seven or eight figures squirmed into a pit, and from time to time there were a few piercing cat meows outside, which seemed more and more weird.

The feet are deep and shallow stepping on the soil and stones in the pits, and many of the broken stone slabs in them are carved with petroglyph patterns that resemble the first dynasty of ancient Egypt.

The old professor just wanted to stop the man in front of him and let his torch come closer so that he could take a closer look at the symbols engraved on the stone slab beside him, and raised his head, but the wood was stunned in place.

"Professor Jackson, this is my lord's, the Golden Spire."

More than 50 years old, Carlis Jackson, who has visited the relics of ancient civilizations in Egypt and even in the world, from

I have never seen such a magnificent and ornate obelisk.

Under the glow of the sizzling fire, the nearly two-meter-high pure golden babelis is engraved with mysterious symbols representing the apocalypse and delicate and profound arcane patterns.

It has resisted thousands of years of decay and dust, and crossed the turbid mud flow buried under the long river of history.

Professor Jackson could even imagine how it would sparkle when placed atop the towering Golden Tower, a towering marvel.

Perhaps it was the people of ancient Egypt who saw this pure gold spire and imagined the "omniscient eye" overlooking the world.

The old professor's eyes were immersed in golden light, and he whispered softly:

"En Saba Nur... Who the hell are you..."

…………………

"Ho... Too! Who are you?"

In a remote cemetery in Texas.

The old and thin grave keeper was carrying a thick steel hook for lifting the coffin, and he gradually shifted the angle of the cheap vacant coffin to be used on the edge of the pit, which was very dedicated.

Holding on to the side waist that had just been pulled, the grave keeper spat out strange thick phlegm into the grave pit.

"Mage, what do you mean by bringing this man?"

His voice is like a leaky bellows, and he always seems to have something blocked in his chest, so it's no wonder he always likes to cough and vomit around with his throat cleared.

The grave keeper looked at the tall man dressed like a cowboy in front of him, and questioned the ancient mage with bad words.

"Carter Sleigh, the contract has been guarded by him for more than a hundred years, and it's your business whether you can get your hands on it, Mr. Howlett.

The grave keeper listened to the words of the Supreme Mage, his pale brows furrowed, he sneered, looked at the young man rubbing the brim of his black cowboy hat, looked at himself and said seriously:

"James Howlett, I have come to ask for the 'Covenant of St. Van Gonza', I have heard the Ancient One say that you rejected Mephisto more than a hundred and fifty years ago, and did not give him the Covenant, and have kept it to this day..."

James pinched his hat and held it in his hand, looked around at the cemetery, which may have existed for more than a century, and did not care about the increasingly dangerous gaze of the grave keeper, and continued:

「… But now I need you to take out the contract and let Mephisto come here with a wisp of will to get 'St. Van Gonza', so that his true body can step into the reality dimension of the earth, and thus... Let's hunt Him."

"Yo ho! Phew..."

Carter Sleigh spat out the yellow-brown dirt again, rubbed the corners of his mouth with the same stained sleeve without paying attention, and turned his head to look at the Supreme Mage who was standing with his hands behind his back and never said much.

"Mage, where did you find such a stunned boy, I have always remembered that you drove Mephisto away for me in the first place, and I have respect for you secret mages, could it be that you were possessed by a demon god of which dimension?"

Gu Yi lifted his hood, his face was as cold as ever, and he said calmly:

"It's worth a try, Mr. Shray, I know you've had enough of being so inhuman, not evil, and Kama Taj's Legacy Arcana can guarantee that it won't get worse if it doesn't work as intended, Mr. Howlett... He has the ability to hold Mephisto back."

"Howlett... Howlett... Boy, that Howlett who killed the American vampires during the Civil War... Who are you?"

Carter Sleigh held the iron hook in one hand, twisted his hips and pondered for a long time, the folds on his face and the messy stubble were piled up like a mess.

"It's me, Mr. Shray, if I could have met you at that time, I would have an acquaintance of the same age."

Compared with the crumbling and emaciated figure of the grave keeper, James is as youthful as a hundred years ago, adding a bit of mystery.

「… No wonder... But, it's too far off, Howlett, it's too far, those creatures are compared to Mephisto, ho! I ————."

Airplanes!

An extremely thin but dazzling red light shot into the sky, and James's body rippled with blood-red streamers, and his hair automatically fluttered without wind, as if bathed in flame-red firelight.

Just as the grave keeper sneered and wanted to do it again

When he refused, he saw the man in front of him gushing out of his body with infinite life energy, but choked back the thick phlegm he just wanted to spit out.

"Shhhh Whoa!"

Carter Slay bit his fingers and whistled sharply, and the neighing of a fierce horse could be heard from nowhere in the distance, and the sound of the horse's hooves became clearer and clearer, vigorous and powerful, and sounded like a rare good horse.

"More than 150 years ago! There is a mounted police officer in Texas, he was framed and thrown into prison by a big landowner, and for revenge and freedom, he made a deal with the devil, and since then, hellfire has been added! Turned into an evil spirit, a bounty hunter in the service of the devil..."

Woohoo Woohoo!

The tall black horse came to a halt beside the grave keeper, its skeleton unusually thick, but without a few taels of flesh, the shriveled back and the bones of the abdomen protruded, as if there was only a piece of skin left on a horse bone.

Carter Slay suddenly jumped on the horse's back, shook the black iron hook he was carrying, pressed the brim of his whitish cowboy hat, and said solemnly:

… He was ordered to retrieve a contract, which was a contract with the souls of a group of thousands of evil spirits in an extremely evil village that had made a deal with the devil, and the last conscience of the mounted police told him that he could not give this most evil thing to the devil, and from then on he hid in the world, neither human nor ghost, neither dead nor alive..."

The atmosphere in the cemetery became more and more solemn, the ancient mage had his hands flat on both sides of his body, pinching and waving, the crooked forest tombstones in the cemetery were folded and flipped like a kaleidoscope, and countless glass mirrors crackled all over this world.

"Howlett! Look at the power of the devil's minions, if you can't even beat this old ghost knight! Hey, hey!"

Rumble!

The flames exploded from the depths of Carter Shray's cloudy pupils, and the bright yellow flames instantly enveloped the grave keeper's head, and he and the mount under his crotch were like a torch soaked in oil, and in an instant the flames burned all over his body.

The flesh and skin were burned out with a sizzling sound, the old face turned into a skull burning with raging flames, and the solidified fire between the eye sockets turned into pupils, but it did not burn any clothes on the body, but the body swelled and burly.

The black horse that sat down sneered with its hooves, and the horse's nose rattled, spewing out a pillar of black smoke, and after bathing in the fire of hell, it also turned into a flaming skeleton horse, and its four hooves wrapped around the tongue of fire trampled on the ground from time to time to trample burning marks.

Quack!

Ghost Rider's skeletal face slammed up and down, jaws and teeth rattled crisply, and hellfire burned down the iron hook held in the palm of the bone's hand, reshaping its shape as if the heat melted.

The hook extended thicker and longer, as sharp as a sickle, and clusters of silvery-white barbs stood up, like a one-handed scythe in the hand.

"Bloody... Slaughter... Thou art full of iniquity!"

Carter Sleigh's voice became extremely rough and harsh, he raised his scythe obliquely, and roared angrily, looking at the man opposite with raging anger, full of inexplicable hatred.

James's finger bones slowly pierced out of the bone blade, and pieces of jade-colored bone formed an arm shield on both sides of his forearm, facing the evil spirit knight bathed in flames, he grinned and turned his head to look at the ancient mage.

"Mage, you should have brought me here to meet this Mr. Shiray, he looks so good that he just doesn't know how to do it."

With a wave of his hand, Gu Yi twisted the spatial position of the mirror world, rapidly expanding the boundary of the battlefield, and looked at the evil spirit knight who was covered by the flames of hell, and said with a grim and serious face:

"Mr. Howlett, the origins of Hellfire are complex, with the power of vengeful spirits and demon Zatanos, so you better be careful."

"Hah!"

The Evil Ghost Rider rushed on horseback, his bones and hooves stepped on the ground of the mirror world, bursting into clusters of sparks, like a blacksmith smashing his hammer when forging steel, the momentum was rumbling, and he rode a thousand!

Rumble!

Between the flesh and blood of James's legs and feet, a soldering iron burned out of the Dao symbol, and his feet stepped on the red array disk that floated out of thin air, bursting through the sound barrier and rushing out, even faster and faster than the knight's charge.

A burning fire and a crimson streamer collided violently, and the surrounding space cracked like a shattered mirror, but the flames rose

Descending, the Evil Spirit Rider, who looked even more powerful, was pierced through the neck of the Evil Spirit War Horse with a claw.

The horses neighed and looked up and roared.

Sigh! Ril, lil!

"Ghost Rider... Come down!"

The bone blade of James' left arm smashed the neck bone of some of the skeleton warhorses, stuck in the bone cracks, and the one-arm wrestled with each other, and he lifted the horse's body, twisted his hips, and pressed him to the ground.

The close contact with the flames of hell burned the leather clothes on his body, but the white jade-colored tough skin was only roasted red, occasionally a little damaged, and the naked eye could not pay attention to it, and then healed intact.

"Sinners!"

James pulled out the scorching bone blade that was as red as steel, kicked the skeleton warhorse as it tried to get up, and grabbed the Ghost Rider with his right arm and slashed down the hellfire scythe with a roar, and the paralyzed skeleton shelf rattled with a whip leg.

Carter Shray was also greatly affected after becoming a ghost rider, in addition to being violent and manic, words such as "punishment" and "guilty" came out of his mouth from time to time, and James split a few claws casually, but he was a little interested.

Bang!

The right claw passed through the head of the Evil Spirit Rider from the bottom up, the bone blade pierced out from the top of the skull, and he stopped in the air with one hand on the knight, pinched the fire sickle that the other party struggled to chop, and broke the skull's wrist with a quack, and threw it aside with the scythe.

Without the support of the Hellfire, the monstrous scythe quickly faded back into a rusty black iron hook.

"You should be more than that..."

James carefully looked at the flame skeleton, and for a moment the blazing fire on the skeleton was faintly extinguished, leaving only a faint flame.

He could feel that the power in Ghost Rider's body was very limited, like a candle flame that was about to burn out.

"Whoever kills, man will always kill! You're guilty!"

Staring at the depths of the Evil Ghost Rider's hollow eyes, there was a dazzling light in the black hole that seemed to be dark and seemed to have no spark, as if from the endless abyss of hell, the fiercest flame of revenge poured up.

In the light of the fire, James saw in every tongue of fire that he had ended.

The Governor General of Canada and his niece, who were the first to come to this world and crushed to death, howled miserably and screamed James's name like a demon asking for his life,

Victor, Sebastian Shaw, and countless strange or familiar faces, the lives that have died directly or indirectly at the hands of James for hundreds of years have turned into boundless flames of revenge, pouring from the judgment eyes of the Ghost Rider into the depths of James's eyes and soul.

"Shhhh

He was covered in bright yellow flames, and the flames ignited by the Ghost Rider were finally no longer just tickling, and the flesh on James's body was charred and cracked, shaped like a humanoid torch.

"Sure enough..."

The Ancient One watched James bear the Judgment Eye of the Evil Ghost Rider, his skin and flesh were burned and damaged, but he quickly healed intact, although it was more effective than the weak attack just now, but it had no effect on him at all.

The soul of the mysterious vengeful spirit and demon Zatanos, the most powerful ghost rider created by the fire of hell———— the Eye of Judgment, is an extreme weapon to destroy souls and wills.

However, it should not hurt the flesh in the slightest.

"Whew... It's okay now."

James's face was burned with skin, and even jade-colored bones were exposed, which was hideous and terrifying. But in the blink of an eye, he regained his heroic masculinity, handsome and beautiful like an ancient Greek statue. □

He shook his head, and even his hair grew as before, and he praised the soul attack launched by the Ghost Rider.

Swish!

The bone blade was gathered in his body, and the skin and flesh of James' left arm were strung together in the palm of his hand, resembling a twisted chain.

He slapped his palm on the knight's chest, which didn't have much hellfire left, and blood-red life energy flowed through the evil knight's body like a chain, and soon the last trace of fire was completely extinguished, and he turned back into the decrepit grave keeper, Carter Shray.

Kama Taj Secret Technique, [Sabot's Thunder], is a powerful tandem lightning spell attack, which is re-established in James's physical condensation array

Under the derivation, the arm was shattered hundreds of times, and finally successfully transformed into a chain flail ————— his own biological secret art.

It can be released into the opponent's body through physical contact or a very short distance, and the life energy condensed into a chain will flow through the body, at least in the object that James has tried, it can block any form of energy and qi and blood flow, and can even detonate in the body.

"You, ahem, I can't control my will very well after turning into Ghost Rider, but... The Eye of Judgment can't... That's impossible! Your soul...

James picked up the Texas Rangers, who had been living by the fire of hell for more than a hundred years, and he obviously felt that Carter Sleigh, who was old and dilapidated just now, but full of spirit, was obviously lifeless at the moment.

"I have something special, although I don't dare to say that I can defeat Mephisto, but it is enough to drag the pool, and the demon god who can't be in the hell dimension will no longer be invincible."

The mirror space slowly dissipated, and the ancient one sighed, but was faintly happy for the tomb keeper.

She came to the two of them, and saw Mr. Shray shaking his finger at the shovel standing next to the tomb, although his voice was weak, but it was much clearer, and there was no blockage in his chest that had always been congested before.

"It's been more than a century... I am like a lonely ghost, who does not want to be taken away from heaven and earth, leaving the last of the hellfire to guard the contract, not so much to survive as to atone for my sins————

Carter Slay leaned against the tombstone beside him, and nodded lightly as he watched James pick up the shovel in his hand, and the latter rubbed his fingers and broke the wooden pole, which was actually hollow and stuffed with a yellowed scroll.

"———— I did a lot for the devil in my time, there was an arcane mage's enchantment, he couldn't really enter this world, but he bewitched me to snatch and lure hundreds of undead for him... I'm guilty, guilty..."

"Hah! Today should be the day when I atone for my sins, and the contract will be given to you, and the result will be good or bad, hehe! It has nothing to do with old Carter!"

After a while, a gentle breeze blew.

Boom...

Carter Slay and the thin black horse around him quickly dried up like burnt charcoal, and their gray faces lasted for a moment, then collapsed in the wind, and the smoke and dust drifted away.

Except for a cowboy hat that fell to the ground and was brimmed with fur and holes, nothing left behind.

The ancient one watched James pick up the hat and dust off it, and there was a mounted police badge in the crack inside, although it had long been oxidized and worn to make it impossible to see the lines on it, but he could faintly recognize Carter Sray's name.

"Make a pact with the devil, and your soul will never belong to you again, and when you die... Gone in ashes."

"The Ancient One."

James rubbed his thumb against the pentagonal Mountie insignia, weighed the slender contract scroll in his hand, and whispered the name of the Ancient One.

"I never believed that the words gods and devils could represent good and evil, and since the devil covets the soul of life, what about God? If the soul is an energy, a kind of... Resources and nutrients, will the so-called gods also need it?"

He looked away from the badge, staring at the ancient one's gray pupils with burning eyes, and looked at the Supreme Mage and shook his head slightly, calmly but abruptly:

"I don't know, Mr. Howlett, your understanding of the world is still very limited, and although it has been hundreds of years, I am still a bird that can't fly out of the net, and maybe one day you will find the answer, but... I hope not."

James stood quietly for a long time, he looked at the empty sky above the gray stone tablet, smiled and stuffed the police badge back into his hat, threw it into the empty coffin, and wrote on the tombstone with his fingertips:

"Carter Slay, a Texan Ranger who dares to admit and is willing to do everything in his power to make amends for his mistakes."

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