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This group of people was too eye-catching. Soon, several priests slowly walked out of the temple.
These priests were dressed in a strange manner, as if they had stepped out of ancient murals from the last century. Their clothes were simple and old, showing strong traces of time.
"May I ask what you are doing here?" A weathered priest with a face full of deep wrinkles spoke first. His voice was slightly hoarse, yet carried an indescribable solemnity.
Wes calmly took out an exquisite feather pen.
The old priest immediately took it with trembling hands. His eyes gleamed with excitement as he spoke in a slightly trembling voice, "Is this the pen?"
Wes nodded calmly.
"Finally, I have waited for this moment." The old priest was full of emotion, his weathered face showing both relief and expectation. "Please, follow me."
Wes and the others followed the old priest and slowly walked into the mysterious church.
The construction date of the church was difficult to determine. The oil paintings on the walls were colorful and lifelike, as if silently telling the thrilling stories of the past.
The first painting depicted a hideous devil and a group of terrified humans, seemingly engaged in an unknown, mysterious contract.
The second painting showed a peaceful village, where the scenes of daily life were warm and beautiful. The faces of the villagers in the painting were filled with happiness and contentment.
The third painting portrayed a solemn church, with many villagers praying devoutly. Their focused expressions seemed to convey their innermost desires to the gods.
The fourth painting once again depicted the devil, ruthlessly absorbing the souls of three thousand villagers and sealing them within a mysterious contract. However, for some unknown reason, the crucial contract had been strangely lost.
The old priest stretched out his dry hands, gently stroking the murals as he murmured, "I have finally waited for this day."
"Is this the village?" Wes asked.
The old priest nodded heavily in confirmation.
"They are finally home." The priests began to recite unknown scriptures in low voices. The sound of their chants echoed through the church, shrouding the atmosphere in mystery.
"Do you know how to deal with this contract?" Coulson asked, looking puzzled.
The priests shook their heads one after another, confusion evident on their faces.
"What should we do now? The devil is about to catch up!" someone shouted in panic.
"Devil?" The priests became alarmed upon hearing this word. Their eyes filled with fear and deep unease as they looked at one another.
"Silence!" the old priest commanded loudly. He then turned to Wes, looking at him expectantly, as if waiting for him to make a decision.
Wes slapped his forehead helplessly and sighed. "I knew it." Then, he turned around and asked, "Coulson, when will the things I asked for arrive?"
Coulson quickly glanced at his watch and said, "Any moment now!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a deafening mechanical roar came from outside the church.
Wes hurried outside to take a look. Wow—excavators, bulldozers, and all kinds of large-scale equipment were present. The scene was truly spectacular.
"What are you waiting for? Start working immediately! Follow the blueprints exactly—not a single cent can be wasted!" Wes ordered loudly.
With the church as the center, a huge and intricate magic circle slowly began to take shape.
It had to be said—Nick Fury's men were truly impressive.
They never asked questions from beginning to end. No matter how strange or incomprehensible Wes's requests were, they followed orders without hesitation.
Additionally, with the priests tirelessly helping to paint the magical patterns, Wes's workload became much easier.
Through everyone's combined efforts, the enormous magic circle was finally completed before nightfall.
Wes immediately released control over the agents, and the others evacuated in an orderly manner.
Only Coulson and the old priest insisted on staying.
"How much do you earn for working so hard?" Wes asked sarcastically.
Coulson shrugged and replied calmly, "A few hundred thousand dollars a year, including bonuses."
"Suit yourself, but don't expect me to protect you." Tossing out this remark, Wes turned to make the final checks.
The sun slowly set, and the golden glow in the sky gradually faded. As the last ray of sunlight disappeared, darkness engulfed the earth.
A shadow loomed over the distant horizon.
The Demon flew toward them like a ghost.
There was no trace of injury on his body. Not only that, but the aura he exuded was even more powerful and terrifying than before.
It turned out he had devoured the traitorous Water Demon, allowing him to fully recover.
The Demon descended slowly from the air, and the moment his feet touched the ground—
Johnny didn't hesitate. He twisted the throttle to the max, and the engine let out a deafening roar.
Black smoke billowed from Johnny's body before flames erupted. His hair burned away instantly, followed by his skin, until he was fully transformed into a terrifying skeletal knight.
With his blazing motorcycle, he charged toward the Demon without hesitation.
"Wow—oh…"
Coulson's jaw dropped as he watched the ordinary motorcycle instantly transform into a flaming chariot.
"If you want, you can sign a contract with Mephisto. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to oblige," Wes teased.
Coulson quickly shook his head, his face full of rejection.
Facing the oncoming motorcycle, the Demon effortlessly stopped it with one hand.
Even though Johnny revved the engine to its limit, using all his strength, the demon remained completely motionless—solid as a mountain.
Meanwhile, Carter rushed toward the Demon from another direction.
As he moved, he too transformed into a Ghost Rider. In an instant, flames burst forth, illuminating the night.
Unlike Johnny, Carter didn't charge head-on. Instead, he sought an opening.
The shotgun in his hands fired relentlessly, each bullet striking the Witch-Heart Demon's chest, forcing him to stagger back.
Johnny seized the opportunity. He turned off the motorcycle's engine and swung the long iron chain in his hands.
The flaming chain coiled around the Witch-Heart Demon, binding him tightly.
But the demon's strength far exceeded Johnny's. With just a slight flex of his muscles, the chains became his own weapon.
Grabbing the chain, the Demon swung his arm fiercely.
Johnny was flung like a ragdoll.
He was used as a living meteor hammer, slammed repeatedly against the ground with immense force. The impact shattered a thick tree.
Finally, Johnny crashed into Carter, sending them both sprawling to the ground.
"Idiot! Don't you know when to let go?!" Carter cursed angrily.
Johnny, momentarily dazed, snapped back to reality and quickly released the chain.
The Demon wasn't about to show mercy.
With a flick of his wrists, two black energy spheres shot toward the Ghost Riders.
Boom!
The sheer force blasted them into the air.
Before they could land, the demon grabbed them by the neck.
At that moment, the flames on their bodies began to flicker and weaken. The situation was dire.
"I told you—that you dogs can't hurt your own master!" The Demon laughed triumphantly.
Carter and Johnny struggled, but against the demon's overwhelming power, their resistance was futile.
Just as they were about to revert to their human forms—
A powerful curse struck the Demon.
"Aaagh!" He let out a pained scream, his grip loosening involuntarily.
Carter and Johnny took the chance to break free.
Immediately, their flames reignited.
"Wes!" The Demon gritted his teeth, glaring furiously.
"How does the Soul Burn feel?" Wes smirked.
"You're dead!"
The Demon roared in fury and lunged at Wes with terrifying speed.