Started in American comics

Standing up, the Death Scythe turned into black smoke and dissipated. The nanobugs quickly repaired the damaged area. The main gun on the chest released violent energy, and the spear of light shot at the Ghost Rider.

Bang!

Ghost Rider crossed his arms to block the pulse light cannon, and the violent energy exploded instantly. The shock wave kicked up thick smoke and dust, and the body burning with flames continuously crashed through the wall and flew backwards.

Give me a shot and I'll give you a shot in return, fair trade!

There are still 10 minutes until the sun shines here. The battle armor brings out a golden flash, and the distance of a hundred meters is instantly shortened.

This is the 'flash' of the mutant's ability, followed by the 'whirlwind'. The sand and dust are blown up by the strong wind, with little attack power but covering up the figure.

The steel wings stretched out and fell from the sky, and with the terrifying weight of the armor, he kicked the flaming head that raised its head into the sand.

Next comes 'Stoneskin', which not only increases defense but also greatly increases strength.

The iron fists of both arms smashed crazily at the roaring skeleton, waves of sand flew and flames rolled, and large swaths of sand melted crystals under the high temperature.

This is the first time that armor and superpowers have been used together to fight together. It’s not easy to encounter an opponent with low health, so it’s just a good time to practice your skills.

In the dust, Constantine's nose twitched and he suddenly sneezed and sat up, touching his sore neck.

"Um, I fainted?"

His eyes were quickly attracted to the battle in the distance. In the dim light before dawn, a futuristic warrior wearing a sci-fi armor was beating up a skeleton demon?

"I'm sure I didn't wake up."

boom!

The iron fist that had been burned red was caught by the bone-white claws, and he was unable to withdraw his arm for a moment.

The body was pulled forward, and the Evil Forest Knight stared at his burning eyes and hugged his head: "Look into my eyes!"

Inside the armor, the eyes of the skeleton under the thermal imaging were gushing with flames, and his mind felt as if it had been hit hard, with countless memories appearing chaotically in his mind.

"Oops, you'll get tricked if you don't look directly!"

Countless memories wrapped in flames emerged from the mind, the body in the armor wailed and screamed, the flames of hell ignited in the depths of the soul, and every sound of sin was awakened and ignited.

Along with the mother's screams of pain, there seemed to be a familiar yet unfamiliar voice faintly wailing in her ears.

Ghost Rider kicked the out-of-control armor away and slowly stood up from the ground.

He squeezed the bone claws but did not move again. He wanted to watch the guy in front of him turn into ashes under the flames of sin!

puff~

** Knelt on the ground, the mask on her face opened automatically, and two lines of clear tears slid down her cheeks.

"I was wrong, and I regret it. I shouldn't have defrauded my mother of tutoring fees to get snacks, and I shouldn't have pulled my female classmate's bellyband!"

**, who was frantically repenting of her mistakes, suddenly burst into tears: "Wow, woo, woo~ I will never watch short movies again, and I won't waste paper and resources anymore!"

Hearing the cry, Constantine's mouth twitched with a strange expression, and he gently wiped away the magic pattern drawn with blood in his hand: "The eye of judgment judges sin. It seems that he is a good person."

Even he himself can't guarantee that he can survive under the eyes of judgment. At least for all the years he has known Ghost Rider, no one has been able to survive unharmed under the gaze of those eyes.

In my heart, my evaluation of ** was a lot too high. Of course, I couldn't just forget about knocking him out.

Looking at the troubled body on the ground like a child, Ghost Rider trembled all over, as if he wanted to say something, but a ray of sunlight came from the horizon, and the burning flames on his body gradually subsided.

He fell to the ground with a thud, the flames extinguished, and thick smoke billowed out.

Almost in a breath, the flaming skull disappeared and turned into a handsome, long-faced guy dressed like a hippie.

** Knelt on the ground and wiped her tears. The effect of the Eye of Judgment had gradually faded.

The mournful face suddenly couldn't help but smile. I was born under the red flag and grew up in a new rural area. The most serious mistake I made in my previous life was probably stealing my mother's money to buy firecrackers.

It's better to be in the river crab society. The eye of judgment that he has been worried about actually makes him a little homesick.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Constantine was really concerned about the situation of Van Helsing and the three girls. He waved his hand and turned his gaze to the Ghost Rider who was getting up from the sand while coughing.

The Eye of Judgment made him homesick without knowing it, and even the last traces of the original owner of this body were burned away.

This body truly belongs to me, and I really have to thank this guy.

The man who had released the Ghost Rider transformation turned over and sat on the ground panting. He looked similar to the one in the movie, with a long face and long hair, and a face full of exhaustion and depression.

He noticed the woman wearing high-tech armor next to him and didn't care. Every time he woke up after transforming, he had seen crazier things than this.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

The armor detached and stayed in place, slowly came to the side of Ghost Rider and sat down. The steel wings were stretched to the extreme to absorb the free energy in the air to replenish the consumption of the night's battle.

The cool air in the morning seemed even colder.

Patting him on the shoulder, ** smiled: "In fact, you saved us."

The man lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "That's fine, that's fine. Do you have a cigarette?"

"Little Tintin, where's your cigarette?" *** turned around and shouted, Constantine's face turned dark as he just woke up Van Helsing.

He took out the crumpled cigarette case and threw it over: "There's only one left."

The man lit the cigarette and took a deep breath. The woman took the opportunity to get close to him.

A simple conversation can confirm that this is Johnny, the racing driver who made a deal with Mephisto in the movie to save his father.

Constantine went to drive over the RV that had been parked far away, and everyone helped get the three unconscious girls into the car. Johnny's motorcycle was grazed by the main gun during the battle, and half of the car's butt was damaged. It was all gone, and I took a ride with them.

The four of them got along quite happily along the way, and ** asked Constantine for his father's phone number and address.

I have to go to my dad’s antique shop when I have time, and maybe I can get some magic charms to play with.

Van Helsing sat in the corner with half a bottle of wine and didn't say much. However, Constantine, who was driving, changed his attitude towards him a lot. The Eye of Judgment had confirmed his character.

Johnny still had vague memories of what happened last night, so he rubbed his cheek and asked in a low voice: "Where is that scythe?"

** Showing the mark of death on the back of his hand, Constantine exclaimed: "God, are you looking for death?"

"what happened?"

"That scythe belongs to the God of Death?"

Well, this guy was knocked unconscious in the middle of the fight last night, and he doesn’t know what happened next.

** had no choice but to briefly talk about what happened between himself and the God of Death. Of course, he omitted the system-related issues and only said that he had heard the God of Death's request, hoping that he could return to his hometown after death, and the reward would be to gain some of his abilities.

Van Helsing, who was sitting aside and drinking, suddenly said with disdain: "Idiot, the hometown of death is hell, just wait to die!"

"Bah, I won't die even if you die, and I didn't say that I would send him back immediately."

"You won't die, but life is worse than death!"

Johnny suddenly spoke, his voice low and hoarse, as if the domineering Ghost Rider appeared again last night.