Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 768

A lot happened on this seemingly ordinary night.

A devil prince has escaped from hell and is ready to start his glorious conquest.

A knight is empowered, driven by fate to join the carnival.

And where the two are about to meet, there are also unknown things happening, and the importance of this matter is no less than the first two.

Every city has a cemetery.

While no one likes that place, a cemetery is a must for a rapidly growing city.

It is often quiet and low-key standing in some unobtrusive places on the edge of the city.

It often has beautiful lawns and secluded fences, which seem to create an undisturbed environment for the deceased.

Although that means nothing to the dead.

After the arrival of death, their souls have already left the body that is about to decay, and they either step into the heaven of faith or fall into the hell of misery.

Except for some guys in special circumstances, they will never stay in the human world.

The soul is what really matters, the body, that's meaningless.

In the hometown of Johnny and Roseanne, in the outskirts of Austin, in a small unassuming cemetery, a gravekeeper is getting ready to go to sleep.

He is very old.

The white hair on the head and the wrinkles on the face are the most real traces left by the years.

But the old man was still stubborn and didn't want to fall down. He was wearing a half-worn cowboy outfit, just like the old cowboy of the last era, no, the old cowboy of the last era, and he also wore a broken cowboy hat.

Before going to sleep, he had to finish the work he had to do every day. He carried a shovel and patrolled the cemetery, although there were very few grave robbers in this era.

After all, in this new era, tomb robbers are really a job with no future, but there are always some drunks and drug addicts who like a quiet place like a cemetery without being disturbed.

Well, there are still some young couples with twisted minds who will take advantage of the night to do some perverted things here...

Never underestimate the madness inside people, especially in this increasingly insane world.

The old man was walking around in the cemetery with a lantern and humming a weird song. This scene looked a bit creepy, even enough to frighten those cowards.

I don't know if it's because of the sudden change in the weather. In this hellish night, the cemetery still has fog rising up. Among the shadows, the light from the lantern looks a little pale.

It's like those old and absurd stories in the western land based on legends...

What kind of soul-inducing person, what kind of death god and so on.

"Ok?"

Humming while carrying a shovel, the old man who was patrolling the cemetery suddenly heard voices coming from the nearby cemetery.

He turned his head to look, and the voice came from the depths of the cemetery, which was the oldest batch of cemeteries, and most of them were tombstones left by people who died in the era of western cowboys.

However, they were not originally buried here. They were originally buried in the city, but the city also needs to develop, and the role of the cemetery is obviously not as important as that of the railway station, so those cemeteries were moved here decades ago.

Few people come to pay homage to those who died hundreds of years ago, except for those families who still maintain the ancient traditions.

Those who can be grave guards are some very courageous guys.

At midnight, the old man guarding the grave walked into the depths of the cemetery. He thought it was another group of drug addicts or lunatics who came to have fun, but until he approached the somewhat deserted cemetery Only then did he realize that it wasn't.

In front of a tombstone, two strange men were standing there.

The guy on the left is wearing a black trench coat with a hood.

It looks a little thin, holding a strange cane in its hand, emitting a reddish light in the dark night, the cane is very strange, it looks like it is made of some kind of plastic, but it is not!

The well-informed tomb guards could tell at a glance that the thing was made of bones.

A work of art carved out of a whole leg bone, and the fact that it glows shows that the raw bone must have been extraordinary.

And the guy standing on the right is also wearing a cloak, but the cloak is more like a cape.

And it looks like a very old cloak style. It drags on the ground, just like the cloaks worn by nobles in the Middle Ages. He also wears a green hood. In the dark, the hood is almost perfectly hidden. In the dark night.

These two guys are not ordinary people at first glance.

So the gravekeeper didn't come any closer. He hid behind a tree and quietly listened to the conversation of the two guys.

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"I'm curious, Mr. Doom."

Merlin looked at the weathered and disfigured tombstone in front of him, and he said to the silent Vidok von Doom beside him:

"When you were talking to my 'old friend,' what did it ask of you? Can you tell me?"

"No, I promised it, and I can't say it until the time comes."

Doom's deep voice came from under his iron helmet. The wizard king was as low-key and silent as ever. Facing Merlin's question, he replied:

"I can only say that you have a lot of good things."

"Your Excellency Merlin, just like your 'old friend', that all-knowing parchment, if possible, I hope to buy it from you."

"Unfortunately, I can't give it to you."

Merlin squatted down, stretched out his hand, brushed away the weeds on the tombstone in front of him, and said:

"Parchment is troublesome, it involves many unknown things."

"And the last time I deposited it with a friend, it got me into a bad situation, and I'm still not out of that trouble. Seriously, Lord Doom, I'm doing it for your own good... "

"My 'old friend' is definitely not as simple as it seems."

"Found it, this is it."

Merlin looked at the almost weathered words on the tombstone, and he read out those words:

"Carter Srey... may the Father's light shine on your dark soul, my friend."

Under the meaningful epitaph, the date of birth and death of Carter Sley was recorded. Merlin stared at the words that had been torn apart by time, and said:

"A guy who lived in the 19th century and was, well, a mounted policeman, interesting."

He stood up, patted the dust off his gloves, looked at the silent Doom beside him, and said:

"So, what did the parchment tell you?"

"It told me a lot about Carter Slay, about the San Van Gonza contract, about Mephisto's failure, about how we can use it."

Doom folded his hands on his stomach. The wizard king looked at the tombstone in front of him. He whispered in a magnetic voice as if telling a story:

"Carter Slay is a Texas Ranger, a man who is said to be quite upright."

"But in fact, he is the previous knight of Mephisto. He is the only knight who has escaped the end of being destroyed since the birth of the legend of Ghost Rider. He is a truly wise man."

"Of course, he's also a guy who doesn't keep his promise, the only guy who made the great devil Mephisto a failure."

"Just like the beginning of all stories related to Mephisto, Sorey was put in prison for taking bribes, and he was going to be executed."

"On the night before he was executed, a mysterious person appeared in front of him, promising him a new life and hope. Sorey, who had nowhere to go, signed the contract and was able to escape."

"During the day, he performed his duties as a mounted policeman as before, but when night fell, he turned into a ghost rider, collecting the souls of those contracts for the big devil on the western land, just like a A thug, an accomplice..."

Doom shook his head and said:

"Sree may not be a good person, but he still has the last trace of conscience."

"During his last debt collection operation, he witnessed Mephisto seduce thousands of people from a village with the temptation of immortality, turning that village into a living hell overnight."

"The wife killed the husband, the son strangled the father, the mother poisoned the daughter, the baby was thrown into the well and drowned... Every crime imaginable happened that night, and all this was just one of Mephistopheles' vile joke."

"When that village was soaked in blood, the last vestige of conscience in Sorei's fallen soul forced him to rebel against his master. He escaped from Mephisto's pursuit by some mysterious means, and fled with that contract until Now."

"Saint Van Gonza!"

Merlin rubbed his forehead, he recalled his past, and soon, he thought of his short trip in Texas in 1991.

"Oh, by the way, I've been to that famous haunted village. But I was too weak at the time, and I wasn't good enough to solve the secrets there, so I wrote it down in my notebook."

Merlin took out a notebook from his pocket, flipped through a few pages, then pointed to the words on it and said:

"Look, here it is, my record at that time."

"It's a dangerous place. I can't come back to explore it until I'm strong enough... Tsk tsk, it turns out that this damn fate has involved me in this matter long ago, but I don't know anything about it. It's really sad."

Merlin looked at the tombstone in front of him, and said:

"So, Carter Sley is not actually dead, right? Your Excellency Doom."

"Of course, that cunning soul has been hiding in a hidden place, which is a place that hell creatures cannot step into. Moreover, Sorey has always been careful, and any sign of trouble will make him escape, such as now..."

Doom turned his head, looked at the pale lantern running wildly in the mist behind him, and said:

"He's going to run...he thought he could."

"Swish"

Doom's figure disappeared in the magic flow, while Merlin glanced back at the weathered tombstone, shook his head, and chased after him.

But soon, Merlin stopped.

Standing in the dark night, he looked at the shovel thrown away by Shi Lei under his feet. It was a plain thing, it seemed to have been used for a long time, and even the wooden handle was worn out.

No one will pay attention to this thing, and no one will pick it up if it is thrown on the street.

"It's hollow in part!"

Icarus said to Merlin:

"There's something in the wooden handle."

"Well, I feel it, a very familiar feeling."

Merlin bent down and picked up the shovel. He looked at the things in his hand and said:

"I've felt this power before, a long time ago..."

"Let me think about it. A long time ago, when the half-demon Morris attacked St. Matthew's Church, a white light protected Father Paul. The priest told me that it was the power of the gods of faith. I didn't believe it at the time, but that The feeling of Daoguang..."

"Snapped"

Merlin opened the wooden handle of the shovel in his hand, and a white light gushed out, making the half-devil Merlin's hair stand on end, and he retreated more than ten meters, narrowly dodging the dancing white light .

"Exactly the same, this kind of holy power, I know there is hell in this world, but is there really heaven?"

Merlin looked at the golden scroll that fell on the grass and was wrapped in a ball of white light, and said:

"Heaven, which is said to be at constant war with hell, is protecting Sorey..."

"Ah, I see. The old mounted police officer 200 years ago was not a conscience discovery at all. He was just inspired by heaven, that's all. No wonder he dared to fight Mephisto."

Merlin took out the black suitcase from his pocket, called out the fortress, and asked the fortress to pick up the scroll protected by the white arc light from the ground, and then he brought the fortress back to the gravekeeper's hut.

This is a small holy place, protected by holy power, Merlin felt the strength of that power, and then decisively chose to stop outside the house.

In the house, Dum and the old mounted policeman were obviously not so "friendly" in communication, and there was even a force similar to the flames of hell beating.

But after a few minutes, the sound of fighting in the house stopped.

"click"

The door was pushed open, and Doom stepped through it, his cloak charred, but otherwise intact.

Behind him, the old mounted policeman with a bruised nose and a swollen face looked at the two people in front of him and the scroll held in his hand by the fortress with disgust. He said:

"You idiots, do you think this scroll is so easy to hold? It is protected by the power of St. Michael, just to prevent Mephisto from using it to do evil."

"No, you misunderstood, Sorey."

Doom waved his finger, and a golden contract that was exactly the same as the San Van Gonzale contract appeared in his hand, and he handed the fake contract that took a lot of time to elaborate to Sorey.

他 说:

"We have never coveted this scroll, at least I don't want to hold it, thousands of evil souls are meaningless to me... We just need you to do one thing for us."

Dum looked at the previous Ghost Rider, maybe this guy was very capable and difficult to deal with in his heyday, but now, after Mephisto took back a huge part of the knight's power, he is already a dying man, living more than 200 years old man.

Whether it was Merlin or Dum, they could easily kill him.

"Someone will come looking for it."

Merlin pointed to the scroll in Shi Lei's hand, and he said to the old mounted policeman:

"All you have to do is give this thing to the visitor... that's all, oh, of course, you may also need to put on a show."

Carter Sley looked at the imitation in his hand that was perfectly imitated, and even had a real dark magic power surging in the fake.

A smile flashed across his old face, he showed his big yellow teeth, stretched out his hand to pull his battered cowboy hat, and said to Doom and Merlin:

"You guys are going to cheat Mephisto, you have the guts... But I said it earlier, I almost scared me to death."

"This job, I did it!"

(End of this chapter)