Superman's Journey

Chapter 166 Necromancer
"Do you think he is stupid?"

Looking at the energy of the demon god struggling crazily in the magic barrier, Lincoln pondered for a moment and then looked at Gu Yi who was forced to make a video call again: "I hit him twice, but he came over the third time."

Looking at the energy of the demon god in the barrier, Gu Yi was also silent. After thinking for a while, she said: "The demon gods always have a strong demand for knowledge."

"Can you make it easier to understand?"

".In some special cases, they are very curious."

The answer given by Gu Yi was very standard, and Lincoln didn't have any rebuttals, because it was true from the facts. It can't be said that this demon god has masochism and came here to beat him, right?
In the enchantment, the demon god was very angry, because he not only saw Lincoln who beat him twice, but also saw the bald-headed Gu Yi. At this moment, he couldn't help but yelled.

The scolding, ugly Gu Yi closed the portal on the spot, and Lincoln also began to wonder if this demon god had studied languages.

Otherwise, how can we shut down a dignified Supreme Master who scolded directly.

Thanks to the horoscope of Supreme Mage, which is more conspicuous, Lincoln waved his hand to add a sound-proof effect to the barrier before the demon god could guide the flames of war on him.

By the way, an internal loop playback function is built in.

It wasn't until the matter was resolved that Zola's holographic projection quietly emerged: "Big, my lord."

"What's the matter, what's the matter?"

"As you said, dawn will come to inform you."

"It's dawn?" Lincoln frowned: "Sure enough, it's not good to involve the demon gods of those dimensions, and the flow of time has become a little bit wrong."

Lincoln thought to himself and left the basement.

After this experiment, he found a more serious problem.

If a single person is used for the experiment, the bait thrown out is a bit too small, and the only ones who can be attracted are the unlucky dimensional demon gods like the unlucky enchantment.

People with famous names like the Crimson Demon don't care about this small person at all.

So, it seems like he needs a bigger one?
Lincoln walked out of the lunatic asylum in silence, and Zola's voice sounded in his ears at the right time: "My lord, I found some interesting things in the S.H.I.E.L.D. internal network, do you want to hear it?"

"Tell me."

"S.H.I.E.L.D. outposts find a flaming man in Texas who calls himself Ghost Rider."

Before Zola finished speaking, Lincoln's eyes lit up: "That's right, why didn't I think of this before!"

"grown ups?"

"Give me all the information about that Ghost Rider, and find guys named Johnny and Constantine. The focus is on hell, souls, resurrection, and evil spirits. Once you find it, give me the information."

While speaking, Lincoln waved his hand and opened a portal and walked in: "Dear Master Ancient One, I'm here to play with you!"

Looking for Gu Yi to play is fake, Lincoln's real purpose is to let her give a little support when she needs it.

For example, when he was in trouble with Mephisto, he gave Mephisto's home address and family situation, so that Lincoln could let Mephisto experience what it means to hear the Tao, and he would die soon.

Eat everything, Gu Yi readily agreed, as long as she is not asked to open the magic circle to defend the earth, she has no reason to refuse these small requests.

After all, seeing a demon god deflated is not something that happens all the time.

Not long after getting what he wanted from Gu Yi, good news came from Zola.

Constantine was not found, but Ghost Rider's trail was found by Zora in Mexico.

Maybe it's because the KPI assessment standards on the other side of hell have recently grown taller, and Ghost Rider is a little busy.

The sinful souls in the simple and simple state of Texas were no longer enough for him. This hard-working knight went directly across the border to Mexico.

Not enough people in the US, but definitely enough in Mexico.

The total population of Mexico is about 1 million, among which there are millions of people directly or indirectly engaged in the illegal white powder business, plus the population engaged in other crimes, it may not be possible to identify the sinful souls who have been or are engaging in criminal acts The number can reach as many as tens of millions.

Especially along the US-Mexico border, if you find any small workshop or factory, there will be enthusiastic local citizens armed with rifles and fully armed to protect their "wealth".

In such a ghostly place, if Ghost Riders kill one after another, there will definitely be omissions, so there is no need to worry about not having enough souls.

Of course, if the unscrupulous boss Mephisto continues to improve the KPI assessment standards, then Ghost Rider might get the Mexican Army or the police station to go.

"Fuck! Fuck!!!"

In a drug manufacturing factory, Yom Ivanov, the director of the factory with a gun in his hand, walked back and forth anxiously: "Who the hell can tell me? What kind of bastard robbed my goods and returned them to me?" They were all thrown into the fire!"

In the Ghost Rider brand incinerator, under the flames of thousands of degrees Celsius, modern medicines have no time to disperse their ingredients, and they are completely burnt away.

Even steel can't survive the flames, and there's no possibility of poison being left behind.

This is equivalent to Yom directly losing a batch of goods worth millions, how can he not be anxious and angry.

You know, he is just the director of this factory, and these goods are not his, but those of the more terrifying bosses above.

Now that the goods were lost in his hands, just thinking about the punishment he might suffer made him feel his liver and gallbladder tearing apart.

And what's more serious is that these lost goods are not the first batch.

"No, we can't go on like this." Yom was trembling all over. After a tormenting ideological struggle, he picked up his mobile phone and dialed the number of the boss behind him.

He didn't know who was against him. This situation was obviously beyond his ability to deal with, and he had to let those big shots take action.

Mexico, a sinful country.

One of the very funny things in this country is that by now, the country's most elite army may not be in the hands of the Mexican government, but in the hands of those drug lords.

They rely on drug funds to hire retired special forces to become instructors to develop training plans, rely on a huge criminal network to recruit the most capable people to become soldiers, and purchase the most advanced weapons and equipment from the United States to arm them.

Whether it is individual equipment or large-scale equipment, all are in a leading position. Compared with the Mexican Army, the troops piled up with a huge amount of money under the drug lords may be the real special forces.

But what these special forces protect is not the security of the country, but the criminal industry chain under the hands of drug lords. It is a very ridiculous thing, but it is the norm here.

Some things that the Mexican police and the army cannot solve, the drug lords can solve with their powerful troops.

Yom knew that he would definitely not be able to stop that lunatic vigilante.

Several batches of goods under his command were cut off, which proved that those who had not received strict training with guns in their hands would not be the opponents of the 'Vigilante'.

Gotta let someone stronger take the shot.

Guzman is very unhappy, because he hasn't met a guy who doesn't open his eyes on his own territory for a long time.

Since he opened up all the local police stations, the army, and officials from top to bottom, his status in this area is equivalent to that of a local overlord.

He monopolized all the drug production and manufacturing in this area, and at the same time mastered the sales channels leading to Europe and the United States, and built an army belonging to him with huge funds.

In this land, he hadn't met anyone who dared to challenge him for a long time.

Guzman decided to let his men go down to show off to those vigilantes who don't know the heights of heaven and earth, and let him know who is the real overlord!

Guzman's troops trigger without Johnny knowing it.

The night before, he repeated his tricks and stood guard on a road leading to the United States, successfully captured Yom's team who had changed another transport road, and harvested a large number of souls again.

Today, Johnny decided to change his path and find another victim.

He knew that the situation in Mexico was more complicated, so he would change places every day, just to prevent too much wool from a certain sheep.

But what he didn't expect was that all the people he ran into when he came down several times were Yom's people. Now, the dog jumped the wall in a hurry.

Guzman's Viper troops had begun to surround Johnny, but before Johnny met these people, he saw another person in his rental house.

"Who are you? When did you come into my room?"

After opening a can of beer for himself, Johnny frowned and looked at Lincoln. Even if he didn't enter the state of Ghost Rider, he could still feel the terrible evil in the man in front of him.

If he had just become Ghost Rider, he might have been excited that he had a big deal, but now that he's seen a lot of people, he doesn't think so.

According to his personal division of crime, in his opinion, Lincoln's degree of crime can even make Mephisto call 666 directly.

Just looking at this point, Johnny can be sure that Lincoln must not be an ordinary person. He is here to do KPI, and when there are performances that can be picked up everywhere, he will not want to find excitement for himself if his brain is sick.

"Johnny Blazer, made a deal with Mephisto, the lord of hell more than ten years ago, and became a ghost knight who harvested the souls of sinners"

"Yes, you're right, it's me." Johnny took a sip of beer, shrugged his shoulders frankly, and laughed at himself: "For life, people sometimes have to give up something, besides, I think I'm It should be doing a good job.”

"It's morally true, but the law doesn't allow it."

Lincoln chuckled and leaned forward slightly: "However, if you can do me a little favor, I can get your actions recognized by the law."

Lincoln's words made Johnny's hand pause for a moment, and then he smiled: "Tell me first, what do you want me to do for you."

"It's simple, do what you're supposed to do."

Looking at Lincoln who was leaning back on the sofa, Johnny's thinking froze for a moment, and he looked at Lincoln with question marks on his face: "Wait, what did you just say?"

"I said, become a ghost rider, look at me with your eyes, judge me, and send me to hell, understand?"

Johnny:? ? ?
I understand it, but I don't fully understand it.

He looked at Lincoln speechlessly, thinking that the people in the city had been so excited since they had nothing to do and wanted to go to that damn place of hell.

In that place, ghosts can't wait to return to the human world!
Johnny respectfully put down the beer in his hand, and looked at Lincoln with a serious face: "Have you thought about it? I can only send people down, but I can't bring them back. In case you regret it, there is no way." There is a way."

"It's okay, just do it." Lincoln waved his hand indifferently: "I'll figure out what to do when I get back."

Johnny: Can't you hear it?I mean, you can't come back!

The short-sighted Johnny said that he couldn't understand Lincoln's confidence, but he was more interested in sending people to hell.

Liberate the restless flames in the body, and the flames of hell burn from under your feet, burning the flesh and blood in an instant, revealing the skeleton inside.

He took two steps forward, put his hands on both sides of Lincoln's head, endless flames surged in the deep eye sockets, and swirled like an abyss-like vortex, as if to suck the soul of the person watching it into the bottomless hell.

Under the horrific force from the entire hell dimension and Lincoln's deliberate urging, Lincoln felt that his spirit began to permeate and spread to hell.

But at the same time, the face of Mephisto, who was wandering around the earth with his clone, suddenly changed.

Without saying a word, he blew up his avatar and returned to hell. The next moment he saw his good employee, the ghost knight, working hard to send a powerful existence that could destroy the entire hell to hell.

"Fuck! Don't!"

For the first time in his life, Mephisto couldn't help but screamed. Without any hesitation, he cut off the structural channel between himself and the earth that he had worked so hard to complete for tens of hundreds of years.

By the way, he unilaterally and directly tore up the contract between himself and Ghost Rider.

The consequence of this is that Lincoln, who felt that he was only a little bit close to hell, was forcibly repatriated back to Earth by the rules.

And Johnny, who has been suffering from KPI all the time, also felt dully that Mephisto canceled a series of KPI requirements with great kindness, just to take back his ability to send souls to hell.

In other words, he can still use the flames of hell to kill people in the future, but those who died will not even have the qualifications to go to hell to be ghosts.

Johnny found it difficult to comprehend the outrageous things that had happened in just a few minutes tonight.

First, Lincoln approached him and said that he was going to hell to experience the experience. This can be said to be meaningless for the ignorant, but what the hell is going on behind it?

Hell dared not accept people, and Mephisto unilaterally tore up the contract and set him free?
At this moment, the way Johnny looked at Lincoln changed.

If he had known that he could gain freedom so easily, he would have gone to find Lincoln in a stern manner, why did he have to work so hard in a foreign country.

At this moment, Johnny had mixed feelings in his heart.

(End of this chapter)