Chapter 767: 24. Contract activation

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In the desert of the human world, a father and son are talking.
Mephistopheles was very stable, even though the big devil was not as stable as he seemed.
As the most intriguing conspirator in the dimension of hell, Mephisto realized that a conspiracy against it had begun when he felt that his very unscrupulous son appeared in the human world.
This is a normal state of affairs, and every lord is not easy to mess with, especially those old guys who are as good at weaving conspiracy as it is.
In fact, the daily life of the lord is spent in the process of being targeted and directed at other people. This is the only fun in their long and boring life.
But this time...
This time is different.
Mephistopheles' heart is very fierce, which means that this time the situation seems to be out of control.
Maybe, maybe in the time neglected by it, on the big chessboard of Hell World, a new army of new forces has joined...
Oops, oops, I would relax my guard, which is really too bad.
"Come on, scream dad, I just thought it never happened, my son."
Mephistopheles leaned on his beloved skull stick, and said to his silent son:
"We can maintain a hypocritical father-son relationship as happily as before..."
"If you want, my son, I can even go home hand in hand with you... you always complain that I care too little about you, this is my fault, my son, it won't be like this in the future. "
"You still like to tell cold jokes, father, but it's not funny at all!"
Blackheart moved his neck, and he said to Mephistopheles:
"Unfortunately, Dad, not this time."
"I want to make a career. Shouldn't you, my father, support me?"
"Look at what you say."
Mephistopheles dissatisfiedly said:
"I know you have ambitions since childhood, but listen to me, my son, what good is the seat of lord?"
"Look, I'm busy with other people every day. I worry about how the idiots under my troubles end up. I'm busy with official duties every day. I even neglected my son's father and son..."
"That's a heavy burden. Believe me, stupid son, you are not ready yet."
"Besides, I will always die."
Mephistopheles his finger, he said:
"Maybe 10,000 years, maybe 20,000 years, but even the devil can't escape the time to hunt, I will always die, and all you have to do is wait patiently, black heart..."
"Sooner or later you will inherit my throne. Sooner or later you will become a true lord, so why are you in such a hurry?"
"Because the time is not right, father."
Heixin seems to have inherited his father's talent for telling cold jokes, and he said to Mephistopheles:
"I want you to be proud of me. Besides, where is the inherited throne, where is it more interesting to play a world? Okay, father, let's stop this disgusting attitude...I will just say it Okay."
Heixin pointed behind him and said:
"My time is precious, so I decided to act immediately, and after my is established, my father, I will send you an invitation letter, and remember to send an envoy to my coronation ceremony..."
"That won't be too long, and do you know what is the best?"
It adjusted the collar and said to his father:
"When I stood here, I had won. Unless you crossed the line under your feet, rushed over and beat me, dragged me back to the'home' that made me sick. But dad, you dare ?"
Blackheart said to Mephistopheles with a hint of provocation:
"Dare you come here?"
The false expression on Mephisto's face disappeared at this moment, replaced by a cold face.
"Ha, don't you dare!"
Blackheart turned around and waved to his father without looking back. It said:
"The terrible lord Mephistopheles also has something he fears... the terrifying devil also has enemies who can't face it, which is ironic, father, now you have nothing to do except to watch me on the throne."
"I should say goodbye to you politely, after all you are my father, but considering you are a king, I will also be a king, so, I will say..."
"Goodbye, Mephistopheles."
In this dark night, Hei Xin laughed heartily, and saw the rare, deflated expression on the face of his old father who had always controlled everything. It was really worth waiting for a thousand years.
Hahahaha.
The black heart soon disappeared in this desert, and in the dripping blood rain, the great devil Mephistopheles glanced at his son to disappear.
Blackheart's satisfied expression announced the worst news to Mephistopheles.
It knows his son Zhida Caishu very well. Although he is reckless and stupid, he is a devil after all.
It must think that he has grasped Mephistopheles' absolute weakness, otherwise, he would not dare to speak so eloquently.
And his own weakness...in the human world...
The big devil narrowed his eyes and recalled his few mistakes in the past. Soon, he remembered something that he was humiliated by.
"The contract of San Van Gonzalez, it turns out that... Ah, what a good move."
Mephistopheles quickly learned that his son would not cross the border from the border of hell, risking being killed by the Supreme Master, and coming to the world for the purpose.
That was indeed the most stupid mistake I had made in the past few hundred years, and now, the trouble derived from that mistake has finally been put on the table.
With Mephistophel's amazing dark wisdom, it wouldn’t be stupid to think that the purpose of telling this news to the blackhearted people was just to help his stupid son take the throne...
This is definitely not the case.
They certainly have other purposes.
They manipulate the black heart to find the contract, they know that under the oppression of the Supreme Master, Mephistopheles dare not step into the world.
The great devil lacks enough power to prevent the black heart from opening the contract. They count that the great devil cannot allow this to be successfully completed...
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 faint expression flashed on Mephisto's face, and he finally guessed the real purpose of the conspiracy bastards.
Hell King battle for hegemony!
Of course, besides this reason that makes the whole crazy, what else is possible?
"Oh, oh, what a good move."
For the second time, Mephistopheles expressed the same emotion, but at this point, the big devil who was involved in a long-planned conspiracy had no other choice even if he knew the purpose of those bastards.
It must start the "knight" that he prepared for the hegemony battle in advance.
Once the wicked kid from the Black Heart has really opened the contract, the power of Mephistopheles will be thinned out, and its dimensions will inevitably be turbulent.
There is no shortage of careerists in hell, and once the mighty majesty bleeds and exposes his weakness, then a chaos will follow.
At the moment when the battle for hegemony is about to start, such a situation is not what Mephistopheles wants to see.
But a new problem also follows...
"How do they know that I have a new "knight" in the world?"
Mephistopheles held the most perfect beard in his dimension, his eyes shining with light:
"That was obviously a very secret thing... wait, I remembered that night, there was a'bystander'!"
The memory of the big devil quickly returned to the night of 1991. He searched back and forth in the human world, and finally came to a young man with great potential and just played with fate.
It tempted the reckless young man to sign the contract, and at the moment the contract was signed, another guy rushed out and tried to stop it.
Yes!
A weak son of the third house!
Mephistopheles remembered that he should have killed him to avoid secret disclosure, but at that time it was immersed in the traditional trick of father and son, so it let go of the weak and small, and now, the weak and small The guy is back...
And as soon as he shot, it was such a fierce and fierce counterattack, this terrible stabbing Mephistopheles was in pain.
What's his name?
Bob? Paul? Or... Merlin?
Correct!
Merlin Riley!
"Huh, it seems that I really underestimated him."
Mephistopheles shook his head and said with regret:
"Who would have thought that a petty person who could be squeezed to death on that day has grown to such a level now? But if this is the case, you young people would be too little to look at me."
"You want to see my knight with your own eyes..."
"Very good, then let you open your eyes! The most "unique" one... Hahaha, I really look forward to your expression 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 linger on this land.
Those superstitions that have been engulfed by history in other places, those nonsense legends, those remarks about and heaven, those unknown things are still active in word of mouth.
What a devil in a wheat field, what a knight in a ghost, what an alien or something.
In short, those superstitious stories still have a market in this rough and savage land, and according to some views of occultism and magic, as long as there are still people praising those absurd stories, then the protagonists in those stories will never die.
Well, telling ghost stories is also risky...
Watch out for trouble, friends.
At midnight, Johnny Blazer, the most famous stunt driver in North America and the world, is maintaining his most precious collection in his garage and room.
It was a cool old motorcycle with blue and red lines. It was called Grace, and it was the only legacy left to him by Johnny's long-dead father.
This car is cool and well maintained, but it is not suitable for performance as a stunt car, and Johnny never rides it.
In his view, this old-fashioned motorcycle was the last bond between him and his father.
Once, when he was young and frivolous, he made a stupid choice, which resulted in the death of his father.
Once, he wanted to ride a gray girl with a beloved girl to go far away, but he finally entered his own destiny.
In these years, he has completed numerous crazy stunts that no one dares to challenge, and is known as the "death racer". Those crazy performances that will ruin the car as soon as there is a slight error make the whole world cheer for him, but strong Nepal doesn't care.
Except for the madness during the performance, he was actually a very silent, lonely, and melancholic person.
He doesn’t have a few 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 family. He’s not an ordinary person. He has the ability to destroy everything he cherishes. .
Countless people rumored that Johnny was protected by angels, so he could cheat death again and again.
But Johnny knew that there was no guardian angel beside him...
Something did guard him, but that was definitely not an angel.
Johnny, whose hands were stained with oil, was maintaining the motorcycle he used to perform stunts. He raised his head from time to time and looked at the smart TV hanging on the wall.
It is a product of Onika Group, equipped with very low-level artificial intelligence, which is broadcasting the daily news programs that Johnny must see.
But to be honest, Johnny has no interest in those social events. The only reason he watches the news is only the girl who always appears on the news program...
Roshan Simpson.
The girl who agreed with him ten years ago to go far away, the girl he fell into her eyes like the night at first sight.
Unfortunately, Johnny had failed her, so the passionate obsession could only be converted into a lonely crush.
More than ten years have passed and many things have changed. Johnny has stopped trying to find the mysterious young man who was trying to help himself.
But he hasn't changed. Under the mature shell, he still has a burning heart.
Burning for the love of the past...
Until it burned out and became a pile of meaningless slag.
"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 horse..."
Just as Johnny watched Rosanne doing interviews in the news, a hazy voice rang behind him.
Johnny turned sharply, holding a greasy wrench in his hand.
And beside his beloved motorcycle Grace, a man wearing a black tuxedo and coat, holding a skull cane, combing silver hair, and a perfect bearded old man, is reaching out to stroke the extremely well-maintained motorcycle that is being maintained. .
Wherever his fingers touched, a scorching fire of was burning, making Grace groan overwhelmed.
In the flames, this motorcycle seems to have been given a new life.
A force that makes it wilder, more beautiful, and more deadly.
That power from hell...
It is roaring like an angry warhorse, it is calling its own rider, carrying it to the battlefield!
"Hello, Johnny."
Mephisto's power incarnation raised his head and looked at the dull Johnny Blazer with the mildest smile. His black eyes were shining with a dark red light. He turned to look at the clock and he said softly :
"Um, perfect midnight 12...the beginning of the perfect devil story..."
"Johnny Blazer, my knight, although the time is much earlier than planned, but I want to ask..."
"You, are you ready to fulfill the contract?"
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