Shadow of the Beautiful World

In the desert of the human world, a pair of father and son are talking.

Mephisto was very stable, even though the big devil's inner performance was not as stable as it appeared on the surface.

As the most powerful conspirator in the dimension of hell, Mephisto realized that a conspiracy against him had already begun the moment he sensed the appearance of his very bad son in the human world.

This is a normal situation, and every hell lord is not easy to mess with, especially those old guys who are as good at weaving conspiracy as it is.

In fact, the Lord of Hell's daily life is spent in the process of being targeted and targeted at other people, which is the only joy in their long and boring life.

But this time...

This time is different.

Mephisto's devil's heart was beating violently, which meant that the situation this time seemed to be a bit out of control.

Maybe, maybe during the time it was ignoring, on the big chessboard of the hell world, new forces have already joined...

Oops, oops, it's really inappropriate for me to relax my vigilance.

Come here, call Dad, and I'll pretend none of this happened, my son.

Leaning on his beloved skeleton cane, Mephisto said to his silent son:

We can happily maintain the hypocritical father-son relationship as before...

If you want, my son, I can even go home with you hand in hand... You always complain that I care too little for you, it's my fault, my son, it won't be like this in the future.

You still like to tell bad jokes as before, father, but it's not funny at all!

Black Heart stretched its neck, and said to Mephisto:

Unfortunately, Dad, not this time.

I want to make a career. As a father, shouldn't you support me?

Look what you said.

Mephisto scolded in dissatisfaction:

I know you have great ambitions since you were a child, but listen to me, my son, what's so good about the seat of the Lord of Hell?

You see, I am busy fighting with other people every day, worrying about how the idiots under my command will end up in trouble, I am busy with official duties every day, and even neglect the father-son relationship with my son...

That's a heavy load. Believe me, stupid son, you're not ready for it.

Besides, I'm always going to die.

Mephisto snapped his fingers, and said:

Maybe 10,000 years, maybe 20,000 years, but even the devil can't escape the pursuit of time, I will die, and all you have to do is wait patiently, black heart...

Sooner or later you will inherit my throne, and sooner or later you will become the real king of hell, so why are you in such a hurry?

Because time is ticking, Father.

Black Heart seems to have inherited his father's talent for telling bad jokes, and he said to Mephistopheles leisurely:

I want you to be proud of me. Besides, the inherited throne, where is it more interesting to fight for yourself? Well, father, let's stop this disgusting hypocrisy... I'll just say it Alright.

Black Heart pointed behind him, and it said:

My time is precious, so I decided to act immediately, and after my hell is established, father, I will send you an invitation letter, and remember to send an envoy to attend my coronation ceremony...

It won't be long, and you know what the best thing is?

It straightened its collar and said to its father:

While I'm standing here, I've won. Unless you cross the line under your feet and come rushing to beat me up and drag me back to the 'home' that makes me sick. But father, how dare you ?

Black Heart said to Mephisto with a hint of provocation:

Do you dare to step over?

The hypocritical expression on Mephisto's face disappeared at this moment, replaced by a look of indifference.

Ha, you dare not!

Black Heart turned around, waved to his father without looking back, and said:

The terrifying Lord of Hell, Mephisto, also has his own fears... The terrifying devil also has enemies that he cannot face directly. It's ironic, father, now you have nothing to do except watch me ascend the throne.

I should say goodbye to you politely, after all you are my father, but considering that you are a king and I will be a king, so, I will say...

Goodbye, Mephisto.

In this dark night, Hei Xin let out a hearty laugh. To be able to see that rare, deflated expression on the face of his old father who had always been in control of everything, it was really worth waiting a thousand years.

Ha ha ha ha.

Black Heart quickly disappeared into the desert, and in the rain of blood that kept dripping, the great devil Mephisto watched his son disappear with a gloomy expression.

Black Heart's complacent expression announced the worst news to Mephisto.

It knows his son who is ambitious and talented, although he is reckless and stupid, he is a devil after all.

It must think that it has already grasped Mephisto's absolute weakness, otherwise, it would not dare to speak such nonsense.

And my own weakness...in the human world...

The big devil squinted his eyes, recalling the few mistakes he had made in the past, and soon, it remembered something that he had brought shame on.

The St. Van Gonzal contract, so that's how it is... Ah, what a good move.

Mephisto quickly figured out his son's purpose of coming to the world at the risk of being beaten to death by the Supreme Mage at the risk of crossing the border of hell.

That was indeed the stupidest mistake I had made in the past few hundred years, and now, the troubles derived from that mistake were finally put on the table.

With Mephisto's astonishing dark wisdom, it will not be stupid to think that the purpose of those who tell the news to the black heart is just to help his stupid son ascend to the throne...

It's definitely not just that.

They certainly have other purposes.

They manipulated the black heart to find the contract, they knew that under the oppression of the supreme mage, Mephisto dared not step into the human world.

The big devil lacks enough strength to prevent Black Heart from opening the contract, they are sure that the big devil can't allow this to be completed smoothly...

They are forcing the great devil to activate some deeply buried forces that are sufficient to deal with the situation at hand.

Ah! My 'knight'.

A pained expression flashed across Mephisto's face, and it finally guessed the real purpose of those bastards who laid out the conspiracy.

Battle of the Kings of Hell!

Of course, what else could it be other than this reason that made the whole hell go crazy?

Oh, oh, what a good move.

Mephisto expressed the same emotion for the second time, but the matter was at this point, even if the great devil who was involved in a long-planned conspiracy knew the purpose of those bastards, it had no other choice.

It has to activate the knight it prepared for the battle of the king of hell in advance.

Once the brat Black Heart really opened the contract, and the power of Mephistopheles' hell was divided, it would inevitably cause turmoil in its dimension.

There is never a shortage of ambitious people in hell, and once the extremely powerful maharaja bleeds and exposes his weakness, chaos will follow.

At the moment when the Battle of the King of Hell is about to start, such a situation is not what Mephisto wants to see.

But a new problem also arises...

How did they know that I have a new 'knight' in the world?

Mephisto stroked the most perfect beard in his hell dimension, and its eyes were shining brightly:

That was obviously a very secret thing... Wait, I remembered, there was a 'bystander' that night!

The memory of the big devil quickly returned to that night in 1991. He searched back and forth in the human world, and finally found a young man with great potential who had just been played by fate.

It lures the brash young man into signing the deed, and the moment the deed is signed, another guy rushes out to try and stop it.

Yes!

A weak son of Sangong!

Mephisto remembered that he should have killed him to prevent the secret from being leaked, but at the time it was addicted to seeing the traditional father-son cannibalism, so it let the weak bastard go, and now, the weak The guy is back...

And as soon as he made a move, he counterattacked so fiercely and viciously that Mephisto was in pain from this fatal stabbing.

what is his name

Bob? Paul? Or... Merlin?

right!

Merlin Riley!

Tsk tsk, it seems that I really underestimated him.

Mephisto shook his head, and said with some regret:

Who would have thought that a little guy who could be crushed to death back then would have grown to this extent now? But if this is the case, you young people would be underestimating me.

You want to see my knight with your own eyes...

Very well, let's open your eyes! The most 'unique' one... Hahaha, I really look forward to the expressions you will show at the end.

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Texas, this is a place where North American folk customs are tough.

Of course, as an ancient tradition, the ghosts of the past still haunt this land.

Those superstitions that have been swallowed up by history in other places, those nonsensical legends, those advices about hell and heaven, those unknown things are still active in word of mouth and gossip.

What Rye Devil, what Ghost Rider, what aliens and so on.

In short, those superstitious stories still have a market in this rough and savage land, and according to some viewpoints of mysticism and magic, as long as there are people telling those absurd stories, then the protagonists in those stories will never die out.

Well, telling ghost stories is risky too...

Beware of getting into trouble, my friends.

At midnight, the most famous stunt driver in North America and even the world, Johnny Blazer, was maintaining his most precious collection in his garage and room.

It was a cool old motorcycle with blue and red stripes, it was called Grace, and it was Johnny's only legacy from his long-dead father.

The car was cool and well maintained, but it wasn't meant to be a stunt car, and Johnny never rode it.

In his opinion, this old-fashioned motorcycle is the last bond between him and his father.

Once, when he was young and frivolous, he made a stupid choice, which cost his father's life as a result.

Once, he wanted to ride Grace and take his beloved girl away from home, but he finally stepped into his own destiny.

In these years, he has completed countless crazy stunts that no one dared to challenge, and he is known as the death racer. Those crazy performances that would crash the car and kill people if he made a slight mistake made the whole world cheer for him, but Nicky didn't care.

Except for the trace of madness during the performance, he is actually a very silent, withdrawn, and melancholy person.

He doesn't have many friends, and his life circle is very small. It's not that he doesn't want to make new friends. It's just because his family knows his own affairs. He is not an ordinary person. He has the ability to destroy everything he cherishes .

Countless people have rumored that Johnny is protected by angels, so he can cheat death again and again.

But Johnny knew that he didn't have a guardian angel by his side...

Something was watching over him, but it definitely wasn't an angel.

With oily hands, Johnny is maintaining the motorcycle he uses to perform stunts. He raises his head from time to time and looks at the smart TV hanging on the wall.

It was a product of the Onika Group, equipped with a low-level artificial intelligence that understood people's minds, and it was playing the news programs that Johnny must watch every day.

But to be honest, Johnny has no interest in those social events, and the only reason he watches the news is because of the girl who always appears on the news program...

Roseanne Simpson.

The girl who made an appointment with him more than ten years ago to go far away, the girl who fell into her night-like eyes the first time he saw her.

But unfortunately, Johnny had failed her, so that passionate obsession could only be transformed into a lonely secret love.

More than ten years have passed, and many things have changed. Johnny no longer tries to find the mysterious young man who tried to help him at the beginning.

But he hasn't changed. Under the mature shell, he still has a burning heart.

Burning for past love...

Until it burns out, a heap of meaningless crumbs.

This car is really good, just like when I saw it for the first time, and when I saw you for the first time, you are driving it, just like a knight is driving a war horse...

Just as Johnny was staring obsessively at Rosanne who was interviewing on the news, a gloomy voice sounded behind him.

Johnny turned sharply, the oily wrench in his hand.

And beside his beloved motorcycle, Grace, an old man wearing a black tuxedo and overcoat, holding a skeleton cane, combing silver-white hair, and a perfect beard, is reaching out to caress the extremely well-maintained motorcycle .

And where his fingers touched, wisps of scorching hellfire were burning, making Grace groan overwhelmed.

And amidst the burning flames, this motorcycle seemed to be given a new life.

A force that made it wilder, more beautiful, and more deadly.

That power from hell...

It is roaring, like an angry war horse, it is calling for its rider to carry it to the battlefield!

Hello, Johnny.

The power incarnation of Mephisto raised his head and looked at the dull Johnny Blazer with the gentlest smile. His dark eyes were shining with a dark red light. He turned his head and looked at the clock. He said softly :

Well, the perfect 12 o'clock in the middle of the night...the perfect beginning of a devil's story...

Johnny Blazer, my knight, although the time is much earlier than planned, but I want to ask...

Are you ready to fulfill the contract?