The Death Knell

God teaches everyone not to kill his own kind, because he who has filthy hands cannot be forgiven. He sees everyone as a lamb, and he is the eternal shepherd.

Why do herbivores kill each other?

However, the existence of heaven cannot be proven. The church patriarchs prefer to sell indulgences. If they kill someone, they must donate at least one hundred dollars to the church, right?

There are three types of people in the United States who are very well-informed. One is the bartenders and prostitutes in nightclubs. They have contact with many people and have a wide range of information. Many of them also work part-time in the mercenary introduction business.

The other type is the lawyers and mistresses of the rich. They know all the shitty things the rich have done and hide it all. Sometimes they are also responsible for contacting mercenaries and doing scavenger business.

The last one is the church pastor. In the confessional, through the thin carved door panel, people will tell all the mistakes they have made in order to gain spiritual relief.

It ranges from spying on a pregnant woman taking a shower next door to committing a massacre. People seem to be completely defenseless against pastors.

No matter what was said in the cubicle, the pastor's response was always the same—"God will forgive you."

When the penitent walks out of the confessional with ease, a nun will tell him that the sales point for indulgences is the small window on the left at the entrance to the church.

Su Ming didn't like priests because they didn't cooperate with mercenaries and were very tough-mouthed. It was almost impossible to dig out information from them.

God doesn't like priests either, and although no one knows where he is or what he does, he at least creates the spirit of vengeance.

There is no forgiveness, at least money is not the reason for forgiveness. Blood feud should be repaid with blood. When the spirit of revenge combines with a human, it is the Ghost Rider, and this is the person who executes the crime on his behalf.

Mephisto is not the creator of Ghost Rider, he is just a handler and a regulator. The souls burned by Ghost Rider with the fire of hell will dissipate directly and will not fall into the hands of any hell lord.

"If the Bible tells us that revenge is so wrong, why does the thought of it taste so sweet? Why is the blood of a murderer as tempting as wine?"

"Huh? Teacher, what are you talking about?"

At this time, Su Ming and Mysterio had returned to Wilson Enterprises, and it was midnight. Modo was once again sent by Su Ming to buy pancakes. There were only two supreme mages in the dark office.

Deathstroke in the main dimension and Mysterio in the second dimension.

Mysterio's eyes flashed red, and her demonization gave her low-light vision. Su Ming used the strangulation to 'see' things, even if it was pitch black, there was no difference.

"It's nothing, I'm not a Christian, I'm just recalling what Ghost Rider once said." Su Ming shook his head with a smile, turned his chair and looked out the window. The moon hung high in the sky, but it was not very bright.

Mysterio walked behind his desk and held the back of the chair with both hands: "Teacher, do you know this person?"

"Yes, this generation of Ghost Rider is a very contradictory person. He has been stuck in the logical whirlpool of whether revenge is reasonable." Su Ming leaned back quietly on the chair and waited patiently: "He is a believer and has been deeply taught by the Cross. It’s the kind of brainwashing that murder is a sin.”

"Thinking about God's teachings while killing people?" The mysterious guest smiled, and her big eyes narrowed like a cat: "This must be a mental disorder, right?"

"He has PTSD. He is a veteran of the Civil War and the Confederate Army." Su Ming answered Mysterio's question. This Ghost Rider can be considered very old, but his evil transformation has made his life span almost endless and he will be tortured forever.

This Ghost Rider was chosen by Mephisto in advance. He was shot by a heavy machine gun on the battlefield, and was hit by a howitzer. He flew more than ten meters high, but he didn't die. He just fell unconscious. .

Afterwards, on the battlefield when the smoke cleared, he was saved by a black man. As a representative of the slave owners, the major of the Confederate Army was saved by a newly liberated slave.

The black man helped him heal his injuries, and he also helped the black man farm the land at home as a way of repaying his kindness. Gradually, the relationship became closer, just like family members with different skin colors.

Two years later, the Civil War was over and the Southern Army was completely defeated. He, a deserter, could go home and have a look.

So he said goodbye to the black people and went home for a while. But when he returned to visit his friends again, he found that all the black people's family were dead.

During the collapse of the Confederate Army, Major's former comrades killed the whole black family, raped and then killed the black man's pregnant wife. They killed the corpse, took out the fetus, and inserted it with the mother on a stake by the roadside. .

So the major picked up the gun again and hunted these people across the United States. He wanted to avenge his savior.

But in the process, he gradually discovered that there was a mysterious man covered in black cloth, who was also hunting these people with extremely cruel lynchings.

During this period, he experienced many horrific and even unreasonable events, and he finally discovered that there was a burning skull under the black cloth.

It was the black man who saved him, who died and lived again, because Mephisto disguised himself as the voodoo god and negotiated a deal with his soul.

At first, the black man just wanted to avenge his wife and children, but gradually, the joy of revenge filled his soul, and he planned to avenge the unfair people all over the world.

The major was a Christian. He advised the black people to kill all their enemies and not to become tools of the devil.

But the black man could no longer listen to anything. The flames of revenge swept through him. He lost his mind and completely turned into a spirit of revenge.

The major had killed many people on the battlefield, and he was also guilty, so the black man's target became him.

After one hand was burned by the fire of hell, Mephisto appeared at the right time and used "let your black friend rest in peace" as a bargaining chip, forcing the major to become the Ghost Rider.

This is the story of Travis Parham's past as Ghost Rider today.

More than eighty years have passed since the end of the Civil War in 1865 and now the end of World War II, and he still looks like he is in his prime.

He has very strong self-control and is still able to think normally and make rational judgments in his skeleton state, rather than burning whomever he sees.

But after all, such a long time has passed. During this period, he probably couldn't remember how many people he killed and how many people he avenged.

.....................

Under the dim moonlight, Su Ming could see a group of flames approaching quickly on the road along the sea.

It was a figure on horseback, wearing a windbreaker often worn by cowboys. The horse was also enveloped in flames, with sparks spraying out of its nostrils.

The high-speed running left a trail of flame behind them, and the asphalt on the road was ignited by the horses' hooves, leaving a long string of burning hoofprints.

Seeing this kind of scene at night, ordinary people would probably be frightened and faint immediately.

"Here we go, Mephisto is really efficient at work." Su Ming touched his beard. Not long after he left hell, the Ghost Rider came to wait for his orders.

"Running across the road on horseback?" Mysterio spread his hands helplessly, despising such a ostentatious appearance: "What age is this? How many witnesses should there be?"

"So I have to go out to see him. I can't let him get close to the Wilson Building and attract other people's attention." Su Ming stood up, and the black mucus spread all over his body, solidifying instantly and turning into yellow-black metal: "You go Come play with Ciri in the academy, don’t let Ghost Rider see you.”

"I have to go back to Limbo. Next time, please be careful when moving."

"I have a plan."

Mysterio hugged Su Ming as a farewell, and a hole covered with tentacles suddenly appeared on the floor. She smiled and winked at him, pinched her nose and jumped in like a child diving into water.

Su Ming called Mysterio just to negotiate with Mephisto, but to deal with the aliens and vampires, Mordo and Ghost Rider were enough.

He went up the stairs to the rooftop, and the cloak carried him out with a leap, and soon the horse was stopped on the road. The Ghost Rider pulled the reins, and the flaming horse raised its front hooves high and came to a sudden stop.

"Mr. Parham." Su Ming floated in mid-air and talked to him.

The knight grabbed his hat with his right hand made entirely of flames, and raised it slightly as a salute: "Supreme Mage, is there a guilty person who needs to be judged?"

"Everyone is guilty, you know."

Su Ming landed and walked towards him, and Modu, holding pancakes and fruit, emerged from the portal sweating profusely.

The Supreme Master wanted to eat pancakes with a hundred eggs, so he had to buy them. At that time, the chef looked at Modu as if he was mentally ill.

If you love eggs so much, why don't you buy chicken cakes? A pancake with a hundred eggs is thicker than a carpet. How do you eat it?

If Mo Du hadn't noticed that he was a foreigner and paid normally instead of trying to fool people, the breakfast seller would have called the police.

Su Ming raised a finger and waved it, signaling the Ghost Rider to wait a moment. He wanted to have a midnight snack, and naturally he also wanted to teach Mo Du a few more words.

"Why didn't you buy soy milk? How can I eat if you do this? Oh, you can't even buy rice. How can I trust you and leave the important task to you..."

Mo Du's heart moved, what important task? His thoughts wandered for a while.

As the Supreme Mage, Deathstroke was almost indifferent, and all the daily work in the magic world was left to Master Hamil and Master Monaco. Did the previous words mean...?

"I'm sorry, Master, it's my fault." Modu immediately began to draw circles with the hanging ring, planning to buy soy milk again. No, this time he also bought tofu noodle.

"Forget it this time, well, it seems I still have a lot to teach you." Su Ming waved his hand to indicate that he didn't have to go, and he broke off a piece of pancake with his hands and put it into his mouth, like eating a cake. , but the taste is a bit fishy.

Modu lowered his head: "Thank you, Master."

Su Ming ignored him and shook the pancake fruit close to Parham: "Eat some?"

Parham's shoulders shrugged and the skull's upper and lower jaws kept colliding, as if smiling. Then he raised his finger and pointed at the bones under his windbreaker: "No stomach."

"Just change back. I don't want to carry a torch in the middle of the night, and all the vampires will run away when you show up." Su Ming did not take back his hand, but stared into the Ghost Rider's eyes with his one eye.

Parham seemed to think for a moment, then he turned over and dismounted, and the flames on his body were extinguished instantly.

A man with a haggard face appeared in front of the two of them. His right sleeve was empty, and the black horse beside him was panting.

"Then I'll try a little."