"boom"
The hazy sky at the border of hell was filled with purple thunder, just like a purple sun bursting out in the sky, or like the sky was shattered by beating thunder.
The radiant light sprinkled on the entire barren plain, and the extreme high temperature and beating arcs ravaged wave after wave, sweeping away all life on the plain.
After the halo of the Hellfire Column triggered by the third headshot of the Ghost Knight, a huge purple thunder arrow fell from the sky.
Just like a fierce and crazy punch, it hit the battlefield where the terrain was changed. The light shining from the power of the three phases and the counterattack of the evil spirit knight made the three extremely evil elements watching the battle on the side unable to help but cover their eyes.
"I can't let him mess around like this next time."
Riana covered her eyes while leaning on her big sword and complained:
"Every time he fights here, my territory will be affected once. No demon dares to come in this desert now. The terrain has been reshaped three times over and over again... It's a hell."
"He doesn't dare to let go of other places."
Satana reached out to wrap her arms around Riana's shoulders, and the charming half-magic lady said:
"Just as his cursed power is used in this world, Kama Taj's combat mage comes to him every minute... The destructive power is too strong, and you can easily demolish a city when you move."
"Speaking of this, the Ghost Rider is very powerful."
Satana looked through her fingers to the place where light was converging, and she said:
"The last time Merlin hit the beehive, it wasn't that difficult... Can the three-phase power defeat it?"
"Stop messing around, sister."
Damon has returned to his original human form from his combat posture. While he is putting on his tie, he said to Satana:
"Can the hive compare with this guy? It's not at the same level at all..."
"Even the Black Bat King with amazing destructive power is much worse than this guy in terms of endurance. It cannot be killed..."
"Or, we didn't find the right way, uh, why are you two looking at me like that? Is there anything on my face?"
"nothing."
Satana waved her hand and said in a weird tone:
"Just the word 'stay power' is always easy to think of it."
In front of the three of them, in a large lava pit filled with purple arcs, Merlin, in a semi-demon state, was pressing the evil spirit knight who had recovered to his original state to the ground and hammering it hard.
Three tragic explosions made the Ghost Rider dare not use the Eye of Judgment on Merlin again, and there was obviously something wrong with this guy's soul.
Zatanos didn't know if he would cause something even more terrifying with the Eye of Judgment.
Every punch Merlin used all his strength to smash, and each punch broke the skull wrapped in flames, but in the next second, it would recover as before.
“Gagaha.”
The Ghost Rider's skeleton's head was wide open and he made a rattle of laughter.
ridicule...
This bastard is taunting Merlin.
Faced with Merlin's beating, it had symbolic resistance at first. After Merlin smashed his head several times, it simply gave up on resisting.
Anyway, I can't die...
The Revenge Spirit, who was beaten by the crazy, was even in the mood to whistle, and it looked in a good mood.
OK, Zatanos is actually quite depressed.
Its origin is more complicated than other revenge spirits in Mephist's hands.
It was originally one of the first primitive elemental demon lords born on Earth, and it was also the most powerful one. In that wilderness, the unknown God sent the spirit of revenge to attack it.
But Zatanos's power was huge, and he forced the revenge spirit, who was still thinking at that time, to barely seal it with a posture of dying together.
The essence of the demon and the original vengeful spirit merged together and became a more complex fusion.
Afterwards, he experienced many complicated things. In short, Zatanos' current form can be regarded as a true spirit of revenge. Now that it has a host, it does not care about the freedom promised by Mephist.
It just wants to do something crazy in this new era...
But in the world ten thousand years later, there are indeed demons dancing around. Any young man who jumps out can press it to the ground and hammer it.
This made Zatanos sigh that times have changed.
But to be honest, so what?
The Revenge Spirit needs special weapons or magic to drive away the host's body, especially under the influence of Mephist's contract, as long as the hell dimension is still there, Zatanos is truly immortal.
The ternary power of this young man in front of him is indeed powerful. If he takes out his trump card, he may even be able to play when he encounters Mephist.
But the problem is...
Merlin is far from reaching the point where he can kill the Revenge Spirit.
Some part of its body is God's creation...
"Things have happened..."
Zatanos smashed the skull again, but its husky and quirky sound rang in Merlin's ears.
Just like the sounds of those ghosts, it is full of uncomfortable feeling.
"You want to kill me so crazy, can you resurrect that little boy?"
"cannot!"
Merlin answered in a deep voice, but the fist he smashed was still merciless.
"Bang"
The Ghost Rider's skull that had just recovered exploded again.
A few seconds later, the slightly helpless voice of the Revenge Spirit rang in Merlin's ears again:
"Before, when we first met, you said you had something to talk to me..."
"Not with you! Not now..."
Merlin's fist and voice fell at the same time, and the burning skull shattered again.
He knew that it was meaningless to do so, and such a pure bombardment would never make this crazy revenge soul feel pain, let alone really punish it.
But Merlin had to do something, Thor died under his protection, which filled Merlin with guilt and anger.
In the semi-demon form, he did not want to accumulate these negative emotions, he wanted to release them all.
But just a few minutes later, at the moment Merlin smashed Zatanos's skull for the 37th time, things changed.
In this world, Victor, who was soaring in the rainstorm before dawn, shared another scene for Merlin.
In the heavy rain of thunder, in the dark night before dawn, Thor, holding the hammer of Thor, was standing up in a daze, in a daze, from the mud of the ruins of San Van Gonza.
He was still wearing that mortal dress, but thunder and fire were everywhere on his body.
In the howling wind and rain, dazzling lightning swayed around his body.
Beside him, the mortal was staring at all this.
Thor is alive!
The dead important person is alive again?
Merlin's fist was released at this moment, and the anger in his heart disappeared...
Thor is still alive, and the bastard in front of him cannot kill anyone, and Mephist cannot kill anyone.
They lost...
The Son of Hell wins...
This victory came so suddenly.
"No!"
The Ghost Rider, who was pressed into the lava pit, seemed to feel this scene.
It roared wildly and struggled, but was shattered by Merlin's heavy punch.
Merlin stood up and looked at the skeleton that was recovering quickly under his feet. He shook his head, put away the Skati warhammer, and disappeared into the pit.
When he appeared again, he returned to his companions, and also lost his tripartite and semi-demon form, and turned back to his human form.
Beowulf gulped and removed the symbiotic state, and changed on Merlin's shoulders to a bat-winged cloak that was more adaptable to the hell environment. Merlin himself took Icarus out of his pocket and wore it on his face.
"Are you comfortable?"
Satana put her finger on Merlin's shoulder and then put her head on her finger. The lustful female half-demon stared at Merlin's face, and she said:
"Are you happy?"
"I really admire you, Satana."
Merlin looked at the flaming skeleton that rushed out of the big pit and said:
"Any words can become obscene jokes in your place... it just doesn't need to torture it anymore, it fails and achieves nothing."
The Ghost Rider rushed out of the pit of magma and ignored Merlin and the Half Demons. He put his burning fingers into his mouth and whistled loudly, as if calling for his mount.
A few seconds later, amid the low sound of motorcycle engines, the flame motorcycle left in the present world rushed into the dimension of the border of hell in a low roar.
The Ghost Rider stepped onto the motorcycle in a handsome position.
As the flames erupted, the front wheel of the motorcycle lifted up like a roaring beast, carrying its own knight, carrying the blazing flames and rushing towards the direction of the world.
Riana drew out her giant sword to stop it, but Merlin reached out to block it.
“Let it go.”
Merlin pushed his glasses and said:
"There are people waiting for it outside."
"who?"
Riana asked, Merlin shrugged, then glanced at the golden warhammer in her hand. He shook his head and pointed to the sky, saying mysteriously:
"That's a person who can't afford to offend and has a big background. But you should know him... He has had a fuss with you before."
Riana's memory is pretty good, and she immediately reacted:
"That silly man from the Odin family? No way..."
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In the rainstorm at night, bright lightning lingers over Thor's head and body.
He looked confused. He remembered that he was dead and his soul was separated from his body, but now he was alive again, and there was a thunderous war hammer in his hand.
Well, Mjolnir, his former weapon, the symbol of Thor, the birth of the storm.
Why did this warhammer appear here?
And the power full of his body, the power of Thunder God stripped away by his father is back?
Why?
Thor stood in the rain, as lightning danced, his long golden hair shaking in the darkness. He looked back at Stephen Strange, who looked dull behind him, and he asked:
"Stephen, what's going on?"
"I want to ask you yet! Donald."
Steve Strange grabbed his black hair and said a little crazy:
"I want to ask you what's going on?"
"You are obviously dead, I am a doctor, I can confirm this, but why did you survive in the thunder shining after you came into contact with this warhammer?"
"Who are you? Donald, don't lie to me, you must not be an ordinary lame student... Hell, who are you? Why is this all? Am I implicated by you?"
"No! No, calm down, friend."
Thor reached out and placed it on the shoulder of the crazy Stephen, and he said to the somewhat broken doctor:
"This piece is very complicated, I can't explain it to you very quickly, but I'm still the Donald you know, just... You can understand that I got back something that belonged to me."
He raised the warhammer with an electric arc in his hand and said to Stephen:
"I'm sorry for letting you go through it all, but I'll protect you until you're safe."
As soon as Thor finished speaking, the familiar low sound of motorcycles rang out in the rainstorm desert again.
The two turned around and saw a ray of scorching flame extending from the invisible place, as if rushing towards San Van Gonza from the end of their sight.
“It’s back!”
Dr. Stephen was still scared of what had happened before, and he subconsciously stepped back, while Thor took a step forward.
A blue arc lingered in the corner of his eyes, and the power of thunder burst out from the hissing Mjolnir. Thor held the warhammer and felt the power of Thunder that had been lost and recovered. In this rainstorm, he said in a deep voice:
"Hide behind me, Stephen, I swear, it can't hurt you again..."
"It can't hurt anyone anymore!"
Thor moved his wrists as before, and he grabbed the buckle of Thunder Hammer. As the hammer danced, the howling wind and thunder sounded in this ghost world.
The dazzling blue lightning danced beside Thor, causing the vengeful spirits who were terrified and fleeing away in horror.
Lightning, the most explosive power in nature, has natural restraint on ghosts and all evil things.
"Odin is on the way, the madman of hell!"
Thor, who had regained the power of thunder, stared at the evil spirit knight who was rushing towards them in the rolling flames and the evaporating water vapor.
His loud voice sounded like thunder at dawn at the end of the night.
He challenged Mephist's servant.
He is Thor of Asgard, and he will never succumb to evil!
"Faced with the thunder!"
The high-speed warhammer in Thor's hand hit the evil spirit knight in front of him in the dance of thunder and lightning, and it flew up with Thor.
The Ghost Rider also smiled and waved the chains in his hand. Zatanos felt that he was fooled. He was going to teach this damn Asgard baby a lesson at dawn before he disappeared.
"Crash"
The dazzling lightning bursting like a spider web exploded above the night, like a spreading raser.
At the moment Thor's warhammer collided with the chains of the Ghost Rider, he tore the sky and shone the entire desert like day.
The scorching and terrifying fire of hell also rolled out from the evil spirit knight in the hiss of Mjolnir, just like an explosion of flames, which swept the knight and the prince into the burning of evaporating everything.
The war between thunder and flame...
Before this darkest dawn, it eventually erupted between the man born in the storm and the evil spirits of hell.
But it won't last long...
Chapter completed!