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Chapter 406 The Flame That Pierces Between Light and Darkness
Chapter 406 The Flame That Pierces Between Light and Darkness
Connors remained silent, but simply reached behind him and pulled, pulling the ethereal black smoke cloak in front of him.
Black smoke mingled with the cemetery's mist, and the black-smoke warhorse slowly emerged from the smoke.
Johnny Blaze stood beside his Harley-Davidson motorcycle watching Connors mount his horse, then glanced at his own motorcycle.
Aside from the black smoke swirling around its body, the Black Smoke Warhorse didn't seem particularly special. This was mainly because Johnny Blaze wasn't a horse connoisseur; in his eyes, Connors's horse was no different from any other horse except for its muscular build.
Batman from Earth III was different; he even had his eyes light up when he first saw the Black Smoke Horse and wanted to buy it on the spot.
"Can you keep up?"
Johnny tentatively asked.
Connors smiled slightly. He had already imagined the scene of riding the wilderness with Ghost Rider when he first obtained the black smoke. When he heard Johnny's question, he did not answer. Instead, he put on a cowboy hat in a flash of black smoke.
The next moment, flames swirled around Connors. The "Flame Lord" ability not only gave him the power to control all flames, but also the ability to create flames from nothing.
It's not the same as the fire-breathing character from X-Men.
Flames completely engulfed Connors's body; apart from his trench coat and hat, the rest of his body had been reduced to a skeleton in the flames.
This is thanks to "polymer chain mimicry".
Johnny mounted his Harley-Davidson motorcycle, and when he saw Connors' Black Smoke Horse transform into a Flame Horse after a burst of flames, his eyes lit up.
However, the flames on the black smoke warhorse were slightly weaker, and they looked more viscous than the flames of plasma, resembling magma.
Seeing this, Johnny stopped talking nonsense. He twisted the handlebars of the motorcycle and in the blink of an eye, flames surrounded him, and he transformed into Ghost Rider.
boom!
Amidst the roar of the motorcycle, Johnny was the first to rush out, a straight line of fire stretching out behind him.
Not to be outdone, Connors rode off on his black-smoked warhorse, galloping away amidst the clatter of hooves.
The horse's hooves rose and fell, leaving shallow, horseshoe-shaped craters on the ground, where thick flames mixed with black smoke churned and rolled.
Connors did not use any of his other abilities; he simply let the black smoke warhorse move forward using its own speed.
In reality, the black smoke wasn't slow, but Ghost Rider Johnny's Ghost Bike was also extremely fast. The flames on his body even swirled backward due to the high speed, and the chains wrapped around his body made crisp sounds from time to time.
Connors' trench coat billowed and billowed as he ran through the black smoke, and he felt exceptionally good looking at the Ghost Rider running alongside him.
This was the scene he had always dreamed of. Although his strength now far surpassed that of the Ghost Rider, the scene of him charging at him with unbridled speed had nothing to do with his strength.
A thin mist rises over the wilderness in the dead of night, enveloping the land, and some creatures foraging at night rustle and rustle through the grass.
This is their daily way of surviving, but today something unexpected happened.
boom!
Da da da!
The crisp sound of horses' hooves and the roar of motorcycle engines echoed across the wilderness, and the scorching flames on the two riders dispersed the thin mist.
They passed through like ships on the sea, and a wave of heat surged in the calm night air, startling flying insects and lizards into a frenzy.
Some who couldn't escape in time could only watch helplessly as their bodies burst into flames and turned to ash.
As darkness fell, two streaks of light raced across the darkest of the pre-dawn landscape at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, until a faint glimmer of dawn appeared on the horizon.
The night will eventually pass, and dawn will eventually arrive. The Ghost Rider's path will draw a clear line between light and darkness.
The two were not always side by side; sometimes Connors would be a body length behind, and sometimes he would be a body length ahead of Ghost Rider.
The black smoke had long since transformed into the shape of a hellish warhorse, and the magma it had been frantically absorbing in hell was finally coming in handy.
The warhorse's eyes were also covered in flames. Due to its extremely fast running speed, the flames in its eyes were stretched wildly in the air, making it look like a ghost at first glance.
Ghost Rider's Harley-Davidson motorcycle had long since transformed into a giant skull shape under the flames, with the skull replacing the front of the motorcycle. Two special horns extended from the top and curved into handlebars, which Ghost Rider Johnny grabbed.
At the beginning, Johnny had one question in his mind:
This mysterious psychologist was someone he sought out when he was feeling lost, but even now, when they meet, the psychologist hasn't said anything about him.
But as flames erupted from Connors' body and his warhorse transformed into a hellish warhorse, Johnny had a sudden realization.
Over the next 500 kilometers, Johnny Blaze's understanding became clearer and clearer. He was no longer blinded by those false illusions, and the spirit of vengeance finally became a part of Johnny Blaze.
Now he is Ghost Rider, Ghost Rider is him.
The long march of five hundred miles finally came to a stop when the sky turned red with the glow of dawn. The two men stood on a cliff and looked at the town in the distance.
Connors, riding on the back of the black smoke, pointed to the town and said:
"Johnny, that's San Vergonzález, your destination for this trip."
Johnny stared intently at Connors:
"The San Venganza Contract you gave me can enhance my strength, right?"
Connors nodded.
"You said it yourself, that contract contains millions of evil spirits, right?" Johnny asked again.
Connors nodded again.
"I still have a question: before those millions of souls fell into evil, were they innocent?" Johnny asked again.
Connors continued to nod.
"I understand," Johnny said. "I will do everything I can to save them, not for anything else, but because I was born for revenge."
"I'll only accompany you this far. You'll have to walk the rest of the way on your own." Connors said, taking a "Kusama Man" from his pocket and tossing it over.
Even amidst the flames, the "Kusama Man" showed no signs of burning. "My journey in this world ends here, but you can still use this to communicate with me and even find me. Perhaps I will need your help someday," Connors said.
Johnny took the Kusama man, looked him over a few times, stuffed him into his pocket, and nodded vigorously to Connors.
Without another word, Connors turned his horse around and slowly rode in the opposite direction from Johnny, gradually turning into black smoke and disappearing into the dawn.
Behind him, Johnny Blaze twisted the throttle again, hurtling straight toward the cliff. As the motorcycle was suspended in mid-air, he swung the chain and plunged it into the cliff face, pressing himself and the motorcycle against it.
Boom!
On the physics-defying Ghost Rider Johnny speeds off towards the town of San Venganza.