American Comics: BOSS Invasion

“Dormammu!”

A demonic whisper caused Dormammu's eyes to instantly lock onto a direction.

The remaining three little demons seemed frightened and vanished instantly.

Amidst the smog, the fog churned, and an old man in a well-tailored black suit, with even his graying hair neatly combed, walked out with a gloomy expression.

“Things aren't right in the human realm… You cannot… leave immediately…”

As if the signal was bad, not only was the old man's voice intermittent, but even the image flickered from time to time.

Dormammu thought this was the old man's new trick and said disdainfully, “Spare me your clumsy tricks, I am not one of those foolish humans. My era is about to arrive!”

“Your era will come, but I feel it is not now… You are fearless now because my projection cannot harm you, but do not forget… I still have a Rider in the human realm… Once the Spirit of Vengeance discovers you…”

Dormammu coldly said, “Then his death is at hand. I will bury him alive with my own hands to prove to you that although the Spirit of Vengeance is powerful, its attachment to a weak human body is destined for failure!”

“Do… not…”

Dormammu said, “Enough! The human realm ultimately belongs to me. I am not indecisive like you. My decisiveness and combat will lead me to success! At that time, I will return to Hell and bury you together! Mephisto!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Mephisto's projection disappeared directly.

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Johnny was very excited today, not because of flying over 12 helicopters, nor because of flying over an entire football field, but because his first love, Roxanne, whom he had met by chance, had agreed to go on a date with him again.

Over the years, he still couldn't forget his feelings for Roxanne, if it weren't for that accident…

He felt that his friends were right, it was time to step out of the shadows of the past, out of the self-blame for his father, and embrace a new life.

He pushed his motorcycle into the alleyway, and the shadows swaying in the smog made him feel uneasy, as if some monster was whispering his name.

It seemed to be a summoning…

Johnny's good mood vanished instantly, he subconsciously swallowed, and the string in his heart tightened.

Images flashed back in his mind, recalling some of the scenes he would dream of these years, and then he thought of the old man who made a deal with him.

He didn't know what was wrong with this world. There was a sudden earthquake just now, and now the old man from more than 10 years ago, that nightmare, suddenly appeared again.

A dark shadow slowly appeared in front of him. He walked steadily, as he did back then.

“It's you?!” Johnny's eyes turned cold.

“Hello, Johnny!” The old man's tone was flat, and his expression seemed slightly joyful: “That's great. You still received my message completely. Of course, you are my Rider, and even God cannot break the connection between us.”

“Get lost, stay away from me!” Johnny roared.

“Isn't it a little late to say that now?”

“Why are you here?” Johnny asked guardedly.

Mephisto spread his hands, somewhat amused: “Johnny, Johnny, Johnny! You have read so many books about God and demons, and you still ask such a ridiculous question.

Walking in the human world is easier than breathing for me, the great Mephisto. I have always been here, watching you, watching your fame grow bigger and bigger, and more and more fans cheer for you.

Your merchandise is all over North America, and a large amount of faith power is gathered on you, which is like a soaring stock to me, constantly pulling higher and higher, until the day of selling it off!”

He paused and smiled: “And today is a good opportunity to cash in. Go find Dormammu and kill him!”

Johnny said indifferently: “Go find him yourself!”

He got on the motorcycle and kept trying to accelerate, but the motorcycle was stuck there as if it had taken root. No matter what he did, it had no effect at all.

Mephisto said unhurriedly: “Good idea, but the game won't go according to your ideas. You signed a contract, remember?”

Johnny looked at the hint of smugness on Mephisto's face and couldn't wait to punch him in the face.

“If you succeed, I will return your soul to you.” Mephisto chuckled: “Don't say no, because that would make you seem too ignorant. You cannot refuse my orders!”

Mephisto held a scepter inlaid with a transparent crystal skull in his hand and tapped it lightly on the ground.

Johnny's remaining motorcycle rushed out like a wild horse, instantly plunged into the smog, and disappeared.

A clear trace on the ground extended in a straight line.

At first, there were only some traces, but later there was clear scorching, and then flames burned on the tracks.

At the moment the scorching heat appeared, the cars parked on the roadside exploded with a bang, the glass on the street shattered inch by inch, and strip-shaped flames burned on the asphalt road, which could not be washed away for a long time.

Johnny only felt that the motorcycle under him suddenly turned into a runaway wild horse.

Compared with the daytime, the power has increased more than tenfold.

Riding the motorcycle and watching the glass on both sides being destroyed by the wind pressure, watching the surrounding scenery whizzing by, he actually had a sense of flying at low altitude.

At this moment, the motorcycle had been controlled by Mephisto. No matter how Johnny struggled, he couldn't turn the motorcycle.

Everywhere he went was like a large-scale disaster scene.

The motorcycle sped along the road, skillfully weaving through alleys and shortcuts, and soon arrived at its intended destination.

The motorcycle braked suddenly, throwing Johnny to the ground.

Meeting Mephisto, the hellfire could no longer be suppressed and burned wildly.

Johnny screamed loudly. He didn't feel hot or pain, but a sense of expansion.

It was as if there was a powerful force in his body that was tearing him apart.

The ruthless hellfire came out through his body, and he staggered to his feet, struggling to walk forward.

Every step he took, he left a clear fiery footprint. Not only did his leather shoes melt, but his body was also emitting white smoke, and a pungent smell, as if he had been roasted, came out through his body.

Flames shone in Johnny's eyes, and then instantly ignited his entire head, hands, and body.

He laughed wildly, and within a few short seconds, he turned into a skeleton wearing a leather jacket with raging flames burning on his head.

Above the sky, Qishan stood there quietly, watching the entire process of Johnny's transformation.

“So it's the Ghost Rider plane!” Qishan turned to look in the direction of Gekko Moria, thoughtfully saying, “Perhaps this time, he can really come in handy.”