A comic book about Apostle Awakening

The following countless years were called the Dark Age by the Ghost Riders. A force suddenly emerged. A large number of vampires were given the power of immunity to hellfire by the mysterious organization, and their physical abilities were greatly strengthened. This group of evil ghosts had only one responsibility, and that was When hunting Ghost Riders, they are organized and premeditated. In order to ensure the success rate, they never act alone. Every time a knight is targeted, more than two vampires must be dispatched.

After hearing what happened to their companions, the knights began to live in seclusion in the mountains or away from chaotic places. But sadly, creatures like vampires naturally need blood, and there will definitely be deaths and injuries wherever they go. Although it is unknown why this group of vampires caused The losses are far less than in the past, but the evil still exists, and this evil is like a drug to the Ghost Rider. The desire for revenge deeply attracts them, but by the time they discover it, it is too late.

The location at this time is Crete, where there are many magnificent stone pillar buildings, and the walls are decorated with brightly colored murals depicting the worship of Uranus and Chongnik.

Today's market has lost the noise of the past, replaced by wails and fire. The stalls are scattered in a mess, and fruits that are not abundant are scattered on the ground. All the merchants on the street hide in the corners, and boldly run to the guards of the royal city. Here, the timid can only huddle in the corner and pray that bad luck will not befall them.

"Mom, are we going to die?" The little girl leaned on her mother's arms. She was only 9 years old this year. Death was a distant and unfamiliar thing to her. The mother wiped the girl's dirty little face and squeezed. Put on a smile and say, "Don't worry, the guards will come, they will save us."

"Really? But why can't I see them? Where is that uncle who comes to our house all the time? Didn't he tell you that he would take care of us for dad?"

"Stop talking nonsense"

The mother angrily scolded the girl. Surrounded by people who were avoiding her and men with malicious intentions, she hugged the girl tightly. The scene was just like before.

"He won't come, right? Maybe that man also died in the battle with the monsters," the fat old Mediterranean man showed a disgusting smile, as if the disaster had passed and the dirty plan in his heart was about to be realized.

in the market

The two parties stood silently confronting each other. On one side was a team of five Ghost Riders, and on the other side were an overwhelming number of vampires. This was a war that was not fair from the beginning. Hunters and prey, the clarion call for the end was only It could be death or sleep.

"Simon, you run away first, I'll stop here." The old knight stood in front of everyone. As the eldest senior, he had the obligation to let these little guys avoid this fate.

"No way, we will never abandon you Ian"

"Idiot, they are not just demons. These vampires have been hunting us Ghost Riders hundreds of years ago. Old knights who are countless times more powerful than you have fallen into their hands. You little guys have already shouldered the burden. It would be a pity to die after suffering this kind of curse."

"What are you talking about, Ian? We are obviously the righteous party. Didn't Senior Heyman say that we accept blessings to punish atrocities?" Simon suddenly ran to Ian. This move really made Ian Frightened into a cold sweat, "I will prove...ah"

Before Simon could finish speaking, Old Ian went up and punched Simon, blood splattered all over his hands, "Idiot, justice has been dead for a long time, so just get out of here."

He picked up Simon by his collar and threw him to his companions behind him, "You guys leave quickly, or it will be too late..."

A terrible chill passed over the tip of his nose, and Old Ian's heart skipped a beat, "Something passed."

"Oh no"

The sound came from his teammates behind him. This kind of helpless wailing was all too familiar to Ian. He turned around suddenly, and the scene he least wanted to see was staged. The black substance spread from the soles of his feet and climbed up all over his body, standing at the end. The knight twisted his neck hard to avoid these black substances, but any struggle was in vain. With the completion of the magic, the knight turned into a black cross.

"This is your destiny, knight. Even if the facts are crueler, you have to face him head-on, because fate has already come to you." Aaron walked out from behind the black cross. Compared to hundreds of years ago, he is now He has more of a superior demeanor.

Aaron's fingers lightly formed the outline of a cross, occasionally tapping twice as if admiring a statue he made himself. "400 years ago, vampires were recruited by higher-level beings. He gave us power, and our only duty," Aaron looked at the furious Simon next to him, "is to lock up you skeleton heads who love bad things."

"Bastard" Simon transformed into the Ghost Rider in an instant, and threw the chain in his hand towards Aaron, but by the time the chain arrived, Aaron was no longer in his original position.

The invisible spacecraft opened the hatch, and Aaron stood at the door and said to the vampires below, "Deal with them quickly." A cold order was issued, announcing the fate of the knights.

As soon as the words fell, the vampires turned into afterimages, their bodies piercing the air like knives. Years of experience in hunting Ghost Riders have given them a set of self-made methods. Several vampires kicked out with great force, and the huge force came into contact. In an instant, Simon was knocked away, punched through two walls, and landed in the center of the panicked crowd.

"Blood..." The wall collapsed and splashed dust, and the rocks fell on his head and melted into magma. Simon lay on the ground and could clearly see the blood under him, but the knight had no blood. It was obvious that This does not belong to him, "What happened, where is this, why is there anyone here?"

Simon's question soon came to an answer. He was surrounded by a group of disgraced humans, some were panicked, some were angry, and some were at a loss, but they were all pointing to the same place, himself.

"Mom...Mom..." came the childish voice of a little girl next to Simon. The voice seemed very dull and not what it should be for such an occasion. "Seeing a burning skull Shouldn't it be crying?" Simon looked in the direction of the sound, but saw a scene like a cold sword piercing his throat.

The hands trembled for the first time, and the flames on the knight slowly faded away, replaced by a young man who was panicked, confused, and even frightened.

"I...what have I done..."

Under the stone wall, there was the body of a woman. Her eyes were wide open, and she was dead. Only half of her body was left. Her intestines and internal organs were all over the floor, and one of her arms was missing. "You...you killed me." My mother..."

The girl's eyes were full of bravery, but this bravery looked extremely terrifying in Simon's eyes, "No, it's not me, it's those monsters. They threw me over. If they don't kill me, it's not me."

Simon quickly waved his hands and shook his head. He kept telling himself, "This is a fact, this is a fact."

"Monster, you are also a monster. You are all the same." The girl approached step by step, and Simon stepped back step by step. "No, monster, I am here to punish evil. I am the spirit of vengeance."

Speaking of the second half of the sentence, Simon's expression became uncontrollable. He grinned ferociously and his body turned into flames again, "I am the spirit of vengeance. No, I am Simon."

He covered his head, his body constantly switching between flames and flesh. The horrific scene of the girl witnessing her mother's death kept echoing in Simon's mind, "No, no, no, I haven't killed anyone, I'm just, I'm just here." Punish evil deeds."

In the collapse, a lock of memory opened, which was the battlefield in Syria five years ago.

...........

It had been an unclean land, full of blasphemy against God and full of betrayal. The king gathered a hundred thousand troops in an attempt to defy the gods, but Simon knew that judgment was coming.

In the clear sky, thunderous horns sounded above the clouds, and the sky suddenly turned fiery red. Hundreds of angels with black wings descended to the human world accompanied by brimstone and skyfire. They were the terminators of the rebellion, the Fallen Angel Legion, and their leader was a man named The archangel of Randekiel, according to legend, this archangel had many names in the past: Angel of Freedom, Angel of Mercy, Angel of Forgiveness, and is the guardian angel of Jupiter, but now he has become an angel monitoring the world. He is God's Executioner, because he has fallen, and the black wings on his back are the best proof.

Randkiel stood in the air, he drew his sword and pointed it at the Syrian army below, "I am the wrath of God, I am the embodiment of judgment, the rebels will be reduced to ashes in the fire."

Simon knew that Randkiel was not warning them, he was merely declaring a fact that everyone knew well that Syria would be a thing of the past.

And what is the result of this battle?

It has to be said that the Archangel is indeed worthy of the name of God's Wrath. Simon still remembers that scene in his memory. In just one morning, one hundred thousand people were wiped out, the city was burned to the ground, and hell seemed to have been moved to the human world.

The archangel left, taking with him the Holy Light of Heaven. Simon suddenly realized that this was not his own memory, but the spirit of revenge that kept howling in his body. This was the first time he thought about himself. Existence, how long he has lived as a vengeful spirit, or what things he has been controlled to do in these strange memories. If he is not completely righteous, should he surrender to those vampires?