Chapter 309: Johnny Finally Reunited with His Father (Third Update!)

The sky was forever gray.

Ash kept falling from the sky.

The air was filled with an endless smell of sulfur.

This was Hell.

The moment the Hell vortex swallowed Ghost Rider, Ghost Rider, who fell into Hell, also completed his disintegration instantly.

The Spirit of Vengeance turned into a stream of light and shot toward the only palace in the Hell dimension that could be called a building.

Johnny Blaze, meanwhile, fell face-first onto the mud, which was full of ash and blood.

The next second.

Before he could even come to his senses, a roar came from Mephisto's palace in the distance.

The voice was angry and disappointed!

"Hawk!!!"

"Thud!"

Johnny, who had just crawled up from the muddy ground mixed with blood and ash, hadn't even had time to think when his feet left the ground.

Johnny subconsciously extended his hands to press against the demon claw covered in dense scales that was gripping his neck, and then looked at the Demon King who had appeared before him, his pupils contracting rapidly.

Charred, crimson skin.

Jagged fangs.

Nostrils constantly spraying sparks.

Huge, thick, and twisted horns.

The ruler of the Hell dimension, Mephisto.

"You..."

"Useless thing."

No longer disguising himself, but appearing in his true form, Mephisto's voice was low and hoarse. He looked at Johnny in his hand with undisguised disgust, said this, and then threw him aside.

After Johnny landed again, he struggled to crawl up and looked at Mephisto.

He still thought he was on Earth, having no realization that he was dead and had arrived on Mephisto's turf.

"Hey, you tricked me. You said as long as he saw Ghost Rider's eyes, he would..."

"Slap!"

Before Johnny could finish, Mephisto's thick right hand instantly swatted the still-indignant Johnny away.

His golden pupils flickered constantly, and the sparks in his nostrils, accompanied by thick smoke, made it feel like the air would ignite in the next second.

Johnny struggled to stand up from the mud again.

His pupils were also filled with shock and confusion as he looked at Mephisto.

After all...

In his impression, Mephisto was always that gentlemanly figure, so Mephisto's ruthless and irritable appearance made him somewhat unable to adapt.

The most important point.

"You tricked me, so this isn't my fault. Where is my father?"

"Trash!"

Mephisto heard this, his cold golden pupils looking at Johnny ruthlessly: "If it weren't for your arrogance and stupidity, how could you have let him find a flaw? As long as the Spirit of Vengeance and you remained one, his attacks would be immune to you. But you, you were actually stupid enough to separate from the Spirit of Vengeance!"

Although he didn't understand how Hawk resisted the Penance Stare.

But he was very clear about one thing.

As long as Johnny maintained the state of being one with the Spirit of Vengeance, let alone Hawk, even if the Sorcerer Supreme came, they could at most imprison Ghost Rider, and would be unable to drive the Spirit of Vengeance back to Hell.

So...

Ghost Rider was almost invincible. Even if he wore Hawk down, the final winner would definitely be Ghost Rider.

But what was the result?

The stupid crawler before him, who thought he was very smart, threw his instructions to the back of his mind. Not only did the mission fail, but he even had the face to ask him for his father.

If he had thought Johnny was somewhat smart before, then now, no matter how he looked at Johnny, he felt disgusted to the extreme.

Mephisto looked at Johnny with undisguised disgust and disdain.

Meanwhile.

Two Hell demons flapped their wings and descended beside him.

Mephisto resisted the urge to crush Johnny's soul with one slap: "Throw this stupid thing into the cage. I want him to experience the despair and pain of being separated from his father every moment for the next ten thousand years."

The two Hell demons nodded and walked toward Johnny, who was standing there in a daze, without a word.

Johnny panicked.

"No, you can't do this. You tricked me."

"No!"

"You deceived me."

"Damn it, we signed a contract. Give my father back to me."

"No..."

The two Hell demons turned a deaf ear to Johnny's shouts, grabbed him, flapped their wings, and soon took him away from there.

As Johnny went further away, his voice, which was gradually becoming desperate, also gradually faded.

Mephisto stood in place, his nostrils continuing to spray sparks. After sending the stupid and arrogant Johnny away to be punished, he finally reread the memory brought back by the Spirit of Vengeance after its return.

The next second.

His huge demon body shook violently, followed by another roar of extreme anger from his throat.

"No!"

"Hawk!!!"

Mephisto's demon eyes completely lost their composure after reading the memory of the Spirit of Vengeance standing in front of the cemetery.

It was simple.

His son, Blackheart, was dead!

And...

Even the fragments of the law of life and death had been stripped away by someone.

In an instant.

Mephisto realized why Hawk was able to resist the Spirit of Vengeance's Penance Stare and why he hadn't been dragged down to Hell by it.

But—

This was too fast, wasn't it?

How many days had passed on Earth now?

Had it been two days?

Mephisto was somewhat incredulous, especially after seeing the Spirit of Vengeance's memory stop at the volcano, feeling the residual fire demon aura, and completely understanding why Hawk could resist the Hell Penance Stare.

Because his soul no longer belonged to Hell.

No!

Mephisto recovered from his brief shock.

Because even if Hawk plundered the Four Elements of Creation, and even his son Blackheart's fragments of the law of life and death, it was impossible to create a brand-new Hell dimension in just two days.

Rome wasn't built in a day.

Dimensions even less so.

The most important point.

As the owner of Earth souls, Mephisto had not felt any life-and-death dimension trying to challenge his authority so far.

Whenever a new dimension wanted to intervene in the game of Earth soul ownership, he, as the current defender, would inevitably sense it at the first moment.

But there wasn't one.

So...

"Who did you sell your soul to!"

"Hawk!"

Mephisto's pupils flickered constantly, and then he slowly raised his demon head, looking at the Hell vortex gradually dissipating in the air.

His son was dead.

The plan to plunder Hawk's soul had also failed.

Mephisto, who could be said to have lost his son and his troops this time, showed only anger on his face, with no fear to be seen.

The reason was simple.

He had a trump card that could manipulate Hawk.

His sister.

Anya.

Through these few probes, Mephisto was already very clear about Anya's status in Hawk's heart.

He was very sure of one thing.

Hawk would be willing to do anything for his sister, and right now, his sister Anya's soul was under his control.

So...

A cruel smile flashed across Mephisto's demon face, and he muttered to himself.

"I've got you."

"Hawk!"

Hawk, who was in the canyon, sensing the direction where the Hell vortex had just disappeared, was operating his own laws of life and death at full speed to locate the coordinates of the Hell dimension. He opened his eyes, looked up at Sharon running in from outside the canyon, and raised an eyebrow.

"Why are you here?"

"The satellite found you hadn't moved for over ten minutes. I was worried something had happened to you, so I rushed over."

Sharon explained while using the light in her hand to avoid stones on the ground that might cause her to twist her ankle.

Hawk listened to Sharon's explanation, somewhat curious: "Aren't you afraid that if something happened to me, coming here would be suicide?"

Sharon looked up, looking at Hawk seriously: "You are the Phoenix who can run to Mars with Thor to fight. If even you have an accident, I think I should report it as soon as possible and let the commander assemble the Avengers again."

Hawk looked at Sharon, who looked familiar, and laughed.

"I'm fine."

"That's good."

Sharon also smiled, then looked around curiously: "By the way, where is Johnny Blaze?"

Hawk's gaze fell on the ground where Sharon was standing, and he didn't speak.

Sharon followed Hawk's gaze, lowered her eyes, and looked at her feet. ===== CHAPTER 311 =====