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Ghost Rider picked up the scythe, and the burning flames wrapped around the scythe along his arm.

Bang!

The extremely handsome Ghost Rider really exploded on the spot. The skeleton burning with the flames was blown away, hitting half of the wall and raising a lot of dust.

The dark wind howled, and the air temperature dropped sharply below 0 degrees. Zhang Lin, who was protected by his armor, couldn't help but shudder.

This is not physical cold, but fear from the soul!

Van Helsing, who had already relaxed, felt nervous and quickly shrank behind the steel armor. The steel wings extended and the main gun on the energy chest gathered energy again.

The sickle that fell to the ground was picked up by the cold wind. The illusory black-robed figure walked out of the cold wind. The skeletal palm picked up the sickle, and the shadow of death enveloped his heart.

"It's the god of death!"

Van Helsing's muscles tensed up, and phrases popped out of his stubble-covered mouth.

There was no need for him to say anything. Zhang Lin already knew the result from this guy's appearance, which was exactly the same as the God of Death in Western legends.

He has a tall and thin figure in a wide black robe, but his body is made of white bones, but he holds a scythe to harvest souls.

A broken skull was exposed in the frightening and hollow black robe, the jawbone was slightly open, and the strange and cold words of the dead king made people feel chilled all over.

Van Helsing suddenly raised his arm and was about to throw the holy water in his hand.

Snapped!

A steel arm hit him in the face. His body stiffened and his nose started to bleed violently. He looked at Zhang Lin in disbelief at the sudden attack.

"why?"

Zhang Lin retracted his arm and said in surprise: "I haven't fainted yet. You can withstand beatings better than Xiaokangkang."

Van Helsing wanted to take action again, but Zhang Lin punched him in the neck again. There was a crisp sound, and I really doubted whether the bone was broken.

In the middle of the transformation, Van Helsing suddenly collapsed with a nosebleed, and his soaring body shape gradually returned to normal.

At this point, the two demon hunters who came with him were knocked unconscious by his own hands.

The ruins in the distance were churning, and the Ghost Rider, who had been blown away, stood up again, roaring with flames and howling crazily.

He was very angry, very angry, that a demon dared to attack him!

Zhang Lin felt anxious, and retracted the energy of the main gun on his chest and ran towards the God of Death in large strides. It was not as if he wanted to fight, but more like he was embracing death.

"I promise you, I swear with my soul!"

The black robe automatically moved without wind, and the soul-piercing roar resounded through the sky. The Ghost Rider who was striding forward paused, and the flames on his skull solidified.

The dark wind swept across, and the god of death flew towards Zhang Lin with a sickle. The armor automatically separated, and Zhang Lin faced him naked.

A cold aura swept through his body, and the phantom of death carried by the cold wind penetrated into his body, and countless innocent souls screamed in his ears.

A coldness that pierced his soul swept through his whole body, and his breath spurted out cold frost. His mind was in chaos, and a large number of Lin San's memories flashed crazily.

One night when the sky was filled with yellow sand, the farmer discovered that his wife and the mayor were having a tryst at home. He was so angry that he picked up the sickle at home and swung it at the two of them!

Blood spread all over the room, and two mutilated corpses lay in a pool of blood.

The passing townspeople noticed something unusual and ran away screaming, and the massacre began!

He went crazy, he fell in love with the feeling of being watered by blood, and his red eyes rushed into one house after another.

The screams were covered up by the howling wind and sand, and the entire town was massacred.

Every time the blood-stained sickle is swung, a dead soul is sucked into the sickle. Finally, when dawn is approaching, the god of death sleeping in the sickle is finally awakened by the roar of hundreds of innocent souls.

But he was so weak that he couldn't even control his own scythe.

The red-eyed butcher stood alone in a dead town. He woke up and found out that he was a mutant!

The blood sprayed by the townspeople was absorbed by his skin, and the thin man became stronger and stronger. He discovered the god of death in the scythe!

Finally, he raised the sickle in his hand and struck it at himself. The sickle was wrapped in almost scorching blood. The farmer who had accumulated hundreds of wronged souls actually suppressed the god of death!

Since then, a new owner of the scythe was born, a powerful evil spirit that can absorb blood and dead souls!

In order to continue to steal the power of Death, the evil spirit sealed the weak Death inside the scythe.

It seemed like tens of thousands of years had passed, yet it seemed like just a short moment.

Zhang Lin opened his eyes and saw an extra skull tattoo on the back of his right hand. After looking at it for a long time, he even had the illusion that his soul was being sucked into it.

Ding~ After obtaining the Death Mark, you can use some of Death's abilities. The internal Death Scythe can be summoned and used for 1 hour every day.

The solidified world returned to normal, and the Ghost Rider strode forward, stood where the Death Scythe disappeared and pondered for a long time, and finally laid his eyes on the back of Zhang Lin's hand.

"I'll always keep an eye on you!"

"I can't bear it. I can't bear it." Zhang Lin quickly got back into the armor and adjusted his visual mode to thermal imaging to avoid being bitten by the Eye of Judgment.

"I just want to fulfill a dying man's wish."

Just now, when the God of Death appeared and spoke the words of the dead, the system suddenly sounded a prompt:

‘Trigger the hidden mission, Death’s Last Wish: The weak body can no longer support it, and the last wish is about to disappear forever. Send the Death’s Scythe back to the Soul Tomb of the Underworld for burial. ’

‘You need to swear with your soul to accept the mission, and you will definitely achieve your wish until the end of your life! ’

‘Task reward: 5000 energy points, special title: Death’s Will. ’

'Note: Accepting the mission may be hostile to the Ghost Rider, and will definitely attract the attention of the Demon King Mephisto! ’

Almost without thinking, Zhang Lin directly confirmed to take over the task.

Just kidding, how could you give up on a mission related to occultism for the first time? Besides, Ghost Rider can't fly, so he might just run away.

And that demon king, Mephisto, sounds awesome. He can even rebel against the Ghost Rider he created. What can he do to me?

I'm a systematic man. If I save more energy points, I don't believe I can't beat him!

Zhang Lin, who was paying attention to the Ghost Rider, spread out his steel wings and was always ready to pat his butt and leave. As for the two fallen demon hunters.

Ghost Rider won't hurt them, well, probably not.

The iron chain shook, and the Ghost Rider swung the red iron chain around his body, leaving an angry look in his eyes and turned away.

Zhang Lin had questions all over his head, so why did he leave without fighting?

But I saw a glimmer of light on the distant horizon.

Dawn is approaching and Ghost Rider's transformation is coming to an end!

A teasing smile appeared on Zhang Lin's lips, and the Ghost Rider, who had returned to the flaming skeleton chariot, suddenly stopped.

Suddenly turning around, the human in the mechanical armor held a huge death scythe on his shoulder, raised his left hand, and popped out his middle finger: "Fuokyou!"

Bang!

The flames rose and exploded violently. Zhang Lin, who was carrying the death sickle, was blown away. He fell to the ground and shoveled up the dust and rolled away.

There was no nonsense at all, Ghost Rider took out his gun and hit him.

The shotgun enchanted with regional fire was so powerful that the steel wing that blocked the shot was red, and the original nano bug was damaged and fell off the steel wing.

"Come on, it's really exciting. Its destructive power is comparable to that of a space battleship. It's just that the caliber is a bit smaller, but we can still withstand it."

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