Blackheart grabbed Johnny, but his expression grew serious as he looked at Natasha Romanoff.
He wasn't surprised by the power of the kick just now; after all, the Hulk's power was stronger than Natasha Romanoff's. But the energy contained in this kick suddenly made him feel familiar.
It was so familiar that Blackheart was even a little afraid.
That was the power from that god. Could this woman be related to that god? Or was she a Saint Seiya? No, no. After Blackheart hid and investigated, he knew that the powerful god had formed a guard corps called Saint Seiya, who wore gorgeous armor and were protected by constellations. The power they possessed should be much stronger than this woman's.
This woman had such an aura, but it was not strong, just a contact? Or did this woman have the power left by the Saint Seiya or the god in her body, but it was not set off because she did not encounter danger? The former is easy to say. If it was the latter, then Blackheart should be glad that he just wanted to catch Johnny and did not choose to kill this woman.
If that kind of power were truly triggered, let's not talk about whether Blackheart had the confidence to resist it, but he would definitely alert the Saints. As the closest personal soldiers of a god, their strength must be good. After all, many gods have their own trusted private army corps. Gods will vigorously cultivate these corps. They may be reserved, but they will definitely not be weak.
For example, the group of big angels under the command of Jehovah, the God of Heaven. At least Blackheart absolutely did not want to encounter those private soldiers. In his mind, the guards formed by gods and demons were generally crazy. Because of their faith, they were crazy and loyal. Especially as a devil from hell, his reputation was generally not good. If he ran from hell to the human world and ran to someone else's home ground, once he was discovered, what awaited him was a constant pursuit.
Since his goal had been achieved, Blackheart would no longer get entangled. Blackheart grabbed Johnny and the white-haired old man, and his figure faded. At this moment, Natasha Romanoff's figure shot out and passed through his figure. In the distance, the Hulk roared wildly and leaped over, smashing onto the ground, rolling up a turbulent air wave.
Roar! The disappearance of the enemy made the Hulk very unhappy. "Natasha!" Barton raised his bow vigilantly, and before he could relax, Natasha Romanoff's figure appeared in front of him again like a ghost. Her hand passed over his cheek and reached out first. Barton remained calm, but not out of confidence, but because he didn't react at all.
Bang! A dull sound came from behind his head. When Barton immediately stepped sideways and looked back, he saw Natasha Romanoff had grabbed Ava's wrist. The other party held a sharp blade at her wrist. From the angle, it was obviously aimed at Barton's heart. And the distance was very close. If it weren't for Natasha Romanoff, Barton's heart might have been pierced. Barton also felt a chill on his back.
The captured Ava tried to disappear again, but Natasha Romanoff's eyes flashed with a golden light, and the pattern on the short stick hanging on her leg strap also flashed with golden light. Natasha Romanoff communicated with the power of the weapon and used this power to force Ava to be unable to use her intangibility ability. Then Natasha Romanoff pulled hard, and Ava leaned forward, but as a Ghost who had been trained for a long time by Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D., her skills were not bad.
She pressed forward and wanted to stab Natasha Romanoff with the sharp blade in her other hand, but Natasha Romanoff exerted a little force, dodged sideways, and hit Ava's neck with her other hand. The latter fainted and collapsed instantly. Natasha Romanoff let go of Ava's hand and hugged the girl instead. The latter leaned on her arms unconsciously.
Hulk and Psylocke came over and saw Ava fainted in Natasha Romanoff's arms. Barton put away his compound bow and asked with concern: "Natasha, Ava..." "She was hit by that guy's black magic and her mind was controlled. I had to do this, otherwise if she escapes, no one will be able to find her," Natasha Romanoff said seriously.
"Hulk!" The Hulk muttered unhappily. They had just come out and hadn't fought enough. Natasha Romanoff looked at the Hulk's unhappy face, raised her head, and smiled. "Don't worry, Hulk, there may be a big battle next, and then we will need you." "Leave it to Hulk!" Hearing this, the Hulk patted his chest excitedly, with such great strength that it even made a sound like a drum.
Fighting was the Hulk's favorite. "Who is that guy? Why did he take Johnny away?" Psylocke said, puzzled. "That guy should be from hell, a devil. As for Johnny, maybe he is related to hell, otherwise he wouldn't have taken Johnny away." Natasha Romanoff analyzed calmly. "In addition, the old man in the man's hand should not be a simple character.
We have to find the information of the old man first." "Based on Johnny and the old man, we'll see if we can find the devil. I always feel that something bad may happen next, Psylocke." She looked at Psylocke. "Can you use your mental power to make Ava return to normal?" Psylocke nodded, walked forward, and stretched out her hand to take off Ava's helmet.
The girl's head drooped, and her eyes were closed like a sleeping beauty. Psylocke put her hand on Ava's forehead and closed her eyes, but the next moment, she suddenly opened her eyes and shook her head at Natasha Romanoff. "No, that power is very strange. I am not proficient in this area. Maybe I have to go find that old man Charles."
"Okay, let's go see Charles together. We have to talk to them. In addition, we should mobilize all our forces to search for him and the old man." Natasha Romanoff clicked the watch on her wrist, waiting for follow-up support. In an abandoned church, the bright afterglow spilled in from the broken window. The abandoned old church was dirty and covered with moss. The ground was broken, and the rows of benches were even more messy.
However, Blackheart grabbed Johnny and the old man and threw them to the ground in front of him. Looking at the two people who had fainted, Blackheart stepped on the old man's cheek with contempt. "Heh," the old man who had fainted woke up. He felt the power on his cheek and saw the squatting Blackheart. The two looked at each other.
"Heh, Blackheart." The old man looked at Blackheart with a dark pupil, sneered, and called out Blackheart's name. "Carter Slade, a Texas Ranger, was arrested and imprisoned for greed. In order to gain freedom, he exchanged his soul with my father and became his running dog, the previous generation of Ghost Rider," Blackheart also revealed the old man's origins.
Old Carter was not surprised by this. He knew that this day would come sooner or later. He looked at Blackheart with contempt: "I know what you want to do, you greedy little devil. You want to surpass your father, but you will not succeed." "Whether I will succeed or not is not up to you. I have spent a lot of time looking for you, old man."
"I am already an old man who is about to die. What's the point of looking for me?" Old Carter's eyes flashed with a flicker, but he still disguised it well and said calmly. But what kind of person is Blackheart? He is a devil that even his father Mephisto is afraid of. He sneered: "Don't pretend, old man. Do you think I don't know what you did?"
"You betrayed him and took the contract." "You hid in that cemetery and used the power there to hide yourself so that he couldn't find you, but unfortunately, you still couldn't hide from the devil's eyes." "You want that contract?" Old Carter's heart sank. "Why waste this contract? It will make me stronger."
"NO, if you use that contract, the Apocalypse will come, and the whole world will be destroyed. I will never hand over that contract. Give up, Blackheart." Old Carter knew too well the special nature of this contract. That huge soul and power, whether it was given to Mephisto or Blackheart, would be a disaster for the human world.
The coming of the Apocalypse would turn the world into purgatory. Although Old Carter was once Mephisto's lackey, he only sold his soul for freedom, but it did not mean that he had forgotten humans. The kindness in his heart made him betray Mephisto. He knew that once he died, the contract would take effect, and his soul would suffer for his betrayal at the hands of Mephisto, but he still did it.
"You don't have a choice, old thing. In fact, I found you a long time ago and observed you for a long time. All your habits are in my memory." Blackheart smiled and pointed at his head. "You would go to clean the cemetery every day, brush the hair of the horse that should have died long ago, and feed it food. Everything seems normal, but you only keep a few things. But there is one thing you have never changed."
At this point, Old Carter was full of tension, and a sense of uneasiness filled his heart. Could it be? "It seems that I guessed right, it's your shovel. You have changed countless tools, but you never leave that shovel." Blackheart laughed. He stretched out his hand, and with a flash of black light, he summoned the shovel from the cemetery, and it appeared in his hand.
"NO..." Old Carter under his feet was finally in despair. He tried to resist, but he was too old. The Ghost Rider could not resist the erosion of time after all. His strength had long been exhausted, and his life was about to go out. However, Old Carter's will was firm enough. Even if the last trace of life was burned out, he would never watch the world turn into purgatory.
A flash of fire flashed in his eyes, but how could Blackheart let this old man resist? He grabbed the shovel in one hand and smashed the other palm against Old Carter's chest. The surging dark magic power imprisoned and locked Old Carter. In the latter's desperate eyes, Blackheart said contemptuously: "Old thing, I won't allow you to die even if you want to. Doesn't my father like you very much?"
"You should be the running dogs of the devil. Since you betrayed the old master, you should submit to the new master." "You won't succeed, Blackheart. The world has its own gods. The God King of the Sanctuary, the Saints will not let you go." Old Carter shouted hoarsely. Hearing about the Sanctuary, the God King, and the Saint Seiya, Blackheart's face darkened and he said gloomily: "You are right, they are indeed very powerful and very scary."
"But I have never thought of confronting them head-on." "I just need to let the Apocalypse come. I'll let Hell, Heaven, and the human world fight each other. Do you think they will still be able to care about me at that time?" "The Sanctuary is indeed very strong, so strong that it scares me. But facing the siege of the two forces of Hell and Heaven, I believe that the Sanctuary will not have an easy time, and then I will be able to fish in troubled waters. Hahahaha."
Blackheart suddenly exerted force and crushed the shovel in his hand. As the sawdust of the shovel fell, a parchment scroll appeared in his hand. The black airflow and vortex swirled throughout the church. In the dark atmosphere, thousands of special soul faces were looming in it, wailing, screaming, and roaring. Looking at this scene, Old Carter was completely desperate.
"Hahahaha, come on, you will lead me to a greater path." Amid Blackheart's rampant laughter, thousands of souls rushed into Blackheart's body. Boom! The terrifying dark aura suddenly rushed into the sky, but it was only a moment before Blackheart restrained this power. Now he knew very well that it was not the time to dominate the world.
When all the souls were incorporated into his body, Blackheart felt his power increase by hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, and hundreds of thousands. His life level had been raised to an unimaginable level. Blackheart today had stepped into the level of a Heavenly Father. Not only that, the power of this special contract also allowed Blackheart to master another ability. A power that his father Mephisto had been thinking about.
Old Carter closed his eyes. He knew that everything was over. "Great, truly great. With such power, no wonder my old father has been looking for this contract." Blackheart raised his hands happily, his face full of joy and excitement. All his plans were finally about to begin. He looked at Old Carter and Johnny, with an evil smile. "Old man, I won't let you die. You will be rejuvenated, and you and he will become my most powerful knights, and will clear the way for me to ascend the throne of the Demon King."
Boom! Old Carter felt that the fire of his life that was about to be extinguished suddenly bloomed.
(End of Chapter)
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