In this Texas knight's view, those who possess the Holy Light must belong to the righteous side, but he does not think carefully about it. Although he is a Ghost Rider, doesn't he also yearn for heaven?
People who possess the Holy Light are not necessarily good people, and there is no rule that they have to be on the side of justice.
"Holy Light?"
The old knight unexpectedly and excitedly took a step forward, but was immediately burned by the holy light in William's eyes. He quickly raised his hand in pain, "Don't be nervous, I don't mean any harm.
I just want to ask you if there is any way to destroy the contract of St. Fangansa."
"Destroy?" William chuckled, "Why destroy it? It's just a thousand evil spirits. Do you really think Mephisto lacks evil spirits?"
"It's just that I have been planning for so many years to induce an entire village of believers to fall, but in the end the archangel messed it up. Mephisto can't swallow this breath."
"Before you got this contract, it had been there for at least a few hundred years, and had changed owners several times. Don't you think about why those who got the contract didn't open it for such a long time?"
"This...", hearing William's guess, the old knight couldn't help but fell silent, and then he thought about what William just said about Mephisto coming soon.
"Are you here to meet the demon king Mephisto?"
"Yes," William nodded directly, "The Demon King of Hell is not invincible, otherwise the earth would have been captured by them long ago. Only people like you who stole Mephisto's power would be so afraid of him.
It's a pity that you vengeful spirits just can't understand that the one you should really fear is Mephisto."
Mephisto should be afraid of me? Is that possible?
Before the old knight came back to his senses, William continued, "Okay, if you don't want to see Mephisto, you'd better leave quickly, the old guy is coming."
William threw a gold coin with a skull on both sides towards John Wick's grave, then ignored the Ghost Rider behind him, turned back and looked at the buildings in New York.
But in my heart, I was thinking about how to make some use of the St. Fangansa Contract.
As he was thinking about it, a familiar smell of sulfur reached his nose, awakening William from deep thought and disrupting his thoughts.
"Where are the people?"
William looked at his phone and said unhappily, "Why are you so anxious? The time is not up yet."
Although Mephisto didn't know the reason for being obviously emotional towards William, he was happy when William was unhappy.
Fortunately, Mephisto at this time was mostly focused on the soul he was about to see, so he didn't want to irritate William, who was a little crazy in his eyes, because of this.
So as not to miss the soul that he had searched for more than ten hours without finding any useful clues.
Changing the subject, he asked, "Where's Bena?"
"You really think I'm a thug, you bastard," William lied, squinting his eyes. "I'd rather pretend not to see your idiot heir than personally give you a big gift package.
Also, do you really plan to devour your own heirs?"
Mephisto was stunned. He didn't expect that William would let go of Bena at the expense of others and did not want him to benefit.
Mephisto, who found no trace of Bena in hell, looked at William angrily and appreciatively and said, "I am a devil. Isn't this a normal thing for a devil?"
"Damn, you're really disgusting." William took a few steps aside in disgust and said half-truthfully, "When this is over, you'd better get out of here right away, otherwise, I might not be able to bear it.
I want to kill you."
"When you learn more about the things in hell, you will find that I am definitely a normal devil." Mephisto said with a smile, "Do you want me to talk to you?"
"Shut up," William interrupted him directly, which made Mephisto's eyes glow inexplicably.
I was wondering whether William was really afraid of those disgusting things, or whether he was deliberately leaving holes for him to exploit.
The two stood together in silence and waited for more than ten minutes. At exactly two o'clock in the afternoon New York time, a dozen private cars followed a hearse and drove into the cemetery.
We came to a stop in front of the slope where William was standing, and then came down a group of men and women wearing black suits and black skirts.
As soon as John Wick got out of the car, he noticed William and Mephisto standing on the slope.
Seeing William holding an umbrella and looking at him, Wick's sad eyes finally showed some brightness.
After waving hello to William, he walked to the cemetery while protecting his deceased wife's coffin.
"That slovenly guy with unshaven beard and hair that hasn't been washed in days, is that the person you're talking about?"
William turned his head and glanced at Mephisto mockingly. He didn't believe that the old devil couldn't see how special John Wick was.
According to some accounts, the protagonist in a movie like John Wick is the son of destiny, the son of fate who cannot die no matter what.
Mephisto, the super devil, is just a supporting role, a passer-by, or a boss waiting to be killed in the lives of these people.
Seeing the sympathetic expression in William's eyes, Mephisto was confused and didn't know whether he should be angry or not.
I could only stare at John Wick with squinted eyes for a long time.
Soon Mephisto's body in hell felt that John Wick's heart at this time, although full of love,
But the smell of blood on the soul was so thick that it could not be dissolved, and the souls he had killed were roaring crazily in hell, roaring and trying to swallow John Wick.
Mephisto showed a big smile, God would not agree to this kind of people unless they go to hell.
He confidently said to William, "It is indeed a very interesting soul. I hope you have prepared a thousand souls, otherwise, you will have to pay other prices."
Speaking of souls, Mephisto rolled his eyes and wanted to steal the soul of John Wick's deceased wife Helen.
When he used his magic power to look at the cemetery and the coffin, he found that no matter how hard he searched, Helen's soul could not be found at all.
Damn it, Mephisto immediately turned to look at William, and saw William smile at the corner of his mouth, raise his hand, and the skull gold coin that he threw out before appeared in his hand without any warning.
"Hmph, I've been guarding against you for a long time, old man. Did you see that John Wick was so reluctant to let go, so you planned to detain his deceased wife to hell and let him follow her?"
Looking at the skull gold coin in William's hand, Mephisto's eyes flashed with anger, and he could snatch it. This thought was thrown out of his mind in just a moment.
I also thought about the reason why I didn't find John Wick when I investigated the cemetery before. William must have interfered with it.
"Haha, when dealing with an old ghost like you, we can only seek no merit but no fault." After feeling the soul in the skull gold coin, William smiled and said, "Otherwise, I won't even know why you were tricked by you."
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"Hehehe, I'm starting to like this game, but this has just begun, and that soul will definitely be mine." Mephisto took a few steps back with a smile, hiding in the rain and leaving.