Shadow of the Beautiful World

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In the early hours of the morning, the Prince of Hearts was walking on the road outside Austin.

It took a lot of effort to get here from the border of **** and the junction of human beings. In addition to keeping a low profile deliberately, and not quickly rushing in the form of a devil, the Prince of Blackheart has suffered and lost along the way.

Although it feels a bit refreshing to face his lifeless dad in person, Hei Xin doesn't think he really won.

In fact, no reasonable creature should have such a stable attitude when facing Mephistopheles. As a son, Heixing cannot understand how difficult it is for his old man.

Judging by the failures of its numerous rebellions in the past, its dad certainly wouldn't let it be so simple that he would get the San Van Gonzaga contract.

Maybe the old man was already secretly preparing to stop it.

Well, be careful.

Therefore, on this road, Heixin has been spreading his perception, and any wind and grass will make Heixie very vigilant.

Although in the **** tavern and Satana playing opponents, the black heart is very stable and very wise.

But to be honest, if it really is so wise as it shows, it will not be that in the past so many years, countless times against Mephistopheles have failed.

The Great Devil knew nothing about his son, saying that Zhida was only sparse. Although it inherited a trace of Mephistopheles, it still had flaws in its own character and it was a fatal flaw.

It is perfectly appropriate to say that they are tiger fathers and sons.

And about the father-son relationship between Blackheart and Mephistopheles, there are actually some inside stories about it.

Hei Xin is not like Satana and her brother Dimon, or Mei Lin's eldest sister Rui Wen, he is a child of **** born after the passion of the **** lord and the human woman.

It's not like the complicated and twisted "father and son" relationship between Merlin and the Sannomiya.

To be precise, the black heart was "made" by Mephistopheles.

It is the product of an arrogant creation experiment by Mephistopheles. The great devil has shaped a personalized will with endless resentment, and has shaped the body of the black heart with his own blood, allowing it to be born in hell.

But the problem is...

The Black Heart lacks a soul. Although the blood flowing from the body is indeed derived from Mephistopheles, it does not have a real soul. This is probably why the Black Heart's character has such a big defect.

It's just a semi-finished product of Mephistopheles' failed creation experiment.

So the lack of feelings between the father and son is a natural thing... Well, it is similar to the relationship between the foster father and the adopted son who are not in harmony.

Although demons and demons lack feelings, in general, they still take care of their blood.

For example, Dimon and Satana have caused so much trouble in hell. The father and sister of the brother and sister, Marduk, the **** lord, still maintains the kind of unhurried, superficial pursuit.

Legends in the world say that **** creatures lack humanity. In fact, any creature is human, just more or less.

Of course, Mephistopheles doesn't have it. This cunning **** has long wiped out the few humanities.

"Well, the destination is here."

After more than ten minutes, Heixin stood in front of the remote cemetery. He looked at the black card in his hand. After entering the human world, there were directions behind it to guide it.

"As a conspirator who tempts others to serve you, your service is a little too thoughtful, and the thoughtfulness makes me feel flattered..."

Heixin looked at the card in his hand, and the light spot on it stopped in front of the cemetery, indicating that this is the destination.

There was a trace of greed in the gray eyes of the Prince of Hell, but it still maintained the most basic reason, it said softly:

"If it's not your nature and willingness to help others, it means that this has been a smooth sailing so far, and it hasn't ushered in its real difficulty..."

"So, what's the difficulty?"

Heixin looked around. It expanded its perception again. After confirming that there were no dangerous things around, it stepped into the cemetery.

Satana has told it everything it needs.

The Prince of Black Heart moved all the way through the mist in the cemetery. It ignored the tombstones erected on both sides of the narrow path and ignored the names of the dead, so it went straight into the depths of the cemetery.

It was quiet around, as if the dead souls in the cemetery were watching it.

The atmosphere is a bit weird. The midnight cemetery is not a good place for pastime, but unfortunately, the black heart comes from hell. It grew up in purgatory from birth, and a cemetery in every area can not scare it.

Soon, Blackheart came to those ancient, barren cemeteries, where it was searching, and quickly found the tombstone of the previous generation of evil spirit knight Carter.

He stretched out his hand, and the invisible resentment condensed into black energy in its palm, and was thrown at the tomb in front of him.

The earth and the earth can’t resist such extraordinary power, just like a bomb exploding on the ground. After the black shock wave dissipated, the tomb in front of the black heart turned out, even with the decaying wooden coffin Was blasted away.

Heixing looked at the tomb in front of him, as expected...

empty!

"Hi! What are you doing there?"

The roar sounded from the darkness behind the black heart, and the prince of **** turned around and saw an old man in a cowboy costume, carrying a horse lantern, carrying a shovel, standing at the entrance of the tomb and roaring towards it.

"Damn bastard, you never learn!"

"Ha, don't disturb the peace of the dead, jerk!"

The tombkeeper behaved like a real ordinary person, unaware of the evil creature disguised as Blackheart. He grabbed the shovel and walked towards the Blackheart, seemingly intending to teach this to disturb the peace of the dead at midnight. Miscellaneous.

But after approaching the Black Heart for more than ten meters, the tombkeeper's expression changed.

A trace of fear flashed on his old face, and he quickly threw away the lantern, turned and ran.

He recognized Blackheart, and Blackheart also recognized him.

"boom"

The cold, bad black resentment was thrown out by the grinning black heart, just like a black fist, pounding fiercely behind the escaping Carter Shirley, smashing this weak previous generation of ghost knights out.

But although Carter is weak, after all, he still has the last trace of the power belonging to the knight. That power has allowed him to live for more than 200 years, and as long as he is not actively consumed, he can continue to live until he is impatient and actively seeks death. Until that day.

So the shock wave thrown by the black heart did not stun the old mounted policeman, who rolled on the ground for several weeks, then climbed up and continued to run towards his hut.

That embarrassed posture resembles a bad old man eager to survive in desperation.

The Prince of the Black Heart is like a real devil. It indulges the weak Shi Lei to escape, giving him hope for escape.

But just as Shi Lei rushed to the door of the Holy Land Cabin, the black heart, which became the devil's prototype, came down from the sky, and a paw was shot on Shi Lei's chest, shooting him out of the whole person.

Ha, perfect hunting, when the indulgent hope burns to the last second, then cruelly destroy it!

That's it!

The devil should do this!

"boom"

The struggling Shi Lei was rubbed on the ground by the black heart's scaly left foot, and the black heart prince's tail, which was like a dragon and like a lizard, strangled Shi Lei's neck like a tentacle.

The face was covered with purple-black scales, and even the black heart whose mouth was protected by the scales looked down upon the struggling, almost suffocated old mounted policeman. The desperate gesture made the black heart extremely satisfied.

"Give it to me!"

Black Heart used his tail to raise the struggling Shi Lei in front of him. He stared at the weak old man, and he said:

"You know what I'm talking about, give it to me! Carter Shree! You oath!"

"You will fail."

Lao Shilei gritted his teeth and retorted in pain:

"Just like your father!"

"Oh, I'm different from it..."

Heixin stretched out his sharp claws and pulled a **** bruise on Lao Shilei's cheek. It said:

"That old guy likes to bind playthings with deeds, it rarely uses violence."

"But I'm different. Poor Shi Lei. I prefer traditional **** creatures. I love... using violence!"

"Click"

Old Shi Lei's fingers were forcibly broken, and the pain of ten fingers together made the old mount police's body struggle like a hung fish.

"Let me remind you that you still have nine fingers."

Heixin said:

"Pain will always make people succumb, especially a person who has succumbed twice. How much has heaven given you to make you dare to betray my old man?"

"Uh, forget it, I don't care about these, that is the grudge between you and it, the grudge of the older generation, I don't care at all!"

"Click"

Another finger was broken, and the voice of the black heart became cruel:

"Give it to me!"

"Do not!"

Old Shi Lei behaved like a tough guy. He was tortured, but he was not willing to succumb, which was completely expected by Heixin.

If Lao Shilei is a man who succumbs so easily, then the nasty guy in heaven will not let him keep that important contract.

"boom"

Old Shilei was thrown to the ground, and Blackheart moved his paws. It said:

"Sorry, but I don't have much time, so let's speed up the progress."

It intends to continue to torture the old man, the latter also keeps going backwards, like a man who has been forced to a dead end. Old Shilei's eyes beating with a flash of fire, it seems that he is going to fight hard.

But just as Heixin moved forward, he stepped on the shovel that old Shi Lei threw on the ground. The hollow shovel could not withstand the weight of the devil's prototype.

With a click, the shovel broke off, revealing what was hidden in it.

At this moment, the expressions of Black Heart and Lao Shilei were dulled at the same time. Lao Shilei reacted at the next moment, the fire of **** was burning on his body, and he howled to the black heart.

"Do not!"

"Hahahaha"

Heixin laughed aloud. It choked Lao Shilei's neck, and the resentment spewed out the flames that had not been ignited on Lao Shilei. The old mounted police himself was also pressed by the black heart. On the trunk.

"Hahahaha, my destiny is mine!"

Blackheart hooked his finger, and the golden simple contract fell into its hands.

It was struggling with one hand, and his eyes were full of desperate old Shi Lei. With one hand, he placed the contract under his nostrils and sniffed it as if he were sniffing the most perfect treasure in the world.

"Well, this pure, unpleasant smell of hell, the smell of disgusting home... There is an evil soul roaring unwillingly, I have held this key and opened the door to hell!"

Heixin turned to look at Lao Shilei, and he said:

"You really hid it very well, old man, but unfortunately, it's my destiny!"

At the next moment, the Prince of Hell was fierce, and a deadly bone spur extended from his arm. It said:

"Something is in hand, you are useless..."

"Om"

The deep and madness of the engine sound exploded outside the cemetery. Old Shi Lei and Heixin turned back at the same time. A dancing flame was rushing towards the cemetery in a gorgeous gesture from the dark night in the distance.

It's like a line of flame burning in the night.

In the roar of the locomotive, a flame of **** burning throughout the body, a skeleton knight wearing a black locomotive, is driving a cool skeleton motorcycle that can't be added, galloping in the night.

Its head, fingers, and neck were all devoid of flesh and blood, and all flesh and blood on his body were burned to death by the fire of hell. Proof of contract activation.

Mephistopheles eventually used it...

what a pity.

The wind in the night became anxious at this moment. In the tumbling flames, the upper and lower jaws of Johnny's burning skull kept opening and closing, giving a terrifying laugh.

In that eye socket, the burning flame burst forth, forming the soul of revenge that this knight would never extinguish.

He only came alone, but the strange and heavy momentum, but like a thousand horses and galloping horses.

Wild, overbearing, crushing everything.

Crazy, cruel, and burned everything.

He is a ruined rider walking in the lonely darkness, with flames as a cloak, and revenge as a mask. The ignited evil is his long sword, and the ruthless justice is his warhorse.

He has stepped into the battlefield, and this world has been waiting for a long time.

Ghost Rider, tonight...

Debut!

"Hahahaha"

In the cemetery, the desperate old Shi Lei gave out a desperate laugh, just like the black heart that just controlled everything.

The old mounted policeman's **** face was full of sarcasm, he screamed:

"You're right, Mephistopheles and I are the grudges of the older generation, but you see, the grudges that belong to you have come to your door..."

"boom"

Carter Shirley was slapped on the ground with a paw. He looked at the evil knight galloping in front of him, and he moved his body, and the black cold grudge rose in his body.

it says:

"I knew that things wouldn't be that simple... Ah, the **** escaped from the good mood!"

"Damn bastard, are you the only difficulty in this incident?"

"Okay, okay, then let's fight!"

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