36. Stormborn

"boom"

The hazy sky at the border of hell is filled with purple thunder, just like a round of purple sun bursting in the sky, or like the sky being shattered by beating thunder.

The radiant light swayed over the entire barren plain, and the extremely high temperature and beating arcs raged wave after wave, sweeping away all life on the plain.

After the halo of the hellfire pillar caused by Ghost Rider's third headshot slowed down a bit, a huge purple lightning bolt descended from the sky.

Just like a fierce and crazy heavy punch, it slammed fiercely on the battlefield whose terrain has been changed. The light from the collision of the power of the three phases and the counterattack of the Ghost Rider made the three vicious elements watching the battle all feel ashamed. Couldn't help covering his eyes.

"Next time you can't let him mess around like this."

Lianna covered her eyes while leaning on her big sword and spit out:

"Every time he fights here, my territory suffers once. No demon dares to come to this desert now. The terrain has been reshaped three times... What a hell."

"He didn't dare to let go of his hands and feet to fight in other places."

Satana put her arms around Liana's shoulders, and the charming half-magic lady said:

"As far as his cursed power is concerned, if he dares to use it in this world, Kama Taj's battle mages will come to his door in minutes... The destructive power is too strong. If you really move it, you can easily tear down a city."

"Speaking of which, Ghost Rider is very powerful."

Satana looked at the place where the light converged between her fingers, and she said:

"The last time Merlin hit the hive was not so difficult... Couldn't the power of the three phases defeat it?"

"Don't make trouble, sister."

Daemon has returned to his original human form from the fighting stance. He said to Satana while adjusting his tie:

"Can the hive compare with this guy? It's not at the same level at all..."

"Even Black Bolt King, who has amazing destructive power, is much worse than this guy in terms of stamina. He can't be killed..."

"Or, we didn't find the right way, uh, why are you two looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?"

"nothing."

Satana waved her hand, and she said in a strange tone:

"It's just that the word 'endurance' is always easy to mislead."

In front of the three of them, in a large lava pit filled with purple electric arcs, Merlin in a semi-demonic state was pressing the Ghost Rider back to its original form to the ground and hammering fiercely.

The three tragic explosions prevented Ghost Rider from using the Eye of Judgment on Merlin. There was obviously something wrong with this guy's soul.

Zatanos didn't know if using the Eye of Judgment again would cause something even more terrifying.

Merlin used all his strength in every punch, and every punch shattered the skull wrapped in flames, but in the next second, it would return to its original state.

"Quack quack."

The ghost rider's skeleton head grinned and let out a rattling laugh.

ridicule...

The bastard was taunting Merlin.

Facing Merlin's severe beating, it resisted symbolically twice at the beginning, but after being smashed in the head by Merlin several times, it simply gave up even resisting.

I can't die anyway...

The Vengeful Spirit, who was beaten crazily, was even in the mood to whistle. It seemed to be in a good mood.

Well, Zatanos is actually quite depressed.

Its origin is more complicated than other spirits of revenge in the hands of Mephisto.

It was originally one of the first batch of primitive elemental demon lords born on the earth, and it was also the most powerful one. In that wild era, the unknowable God sent a spirit of revenge to crusade against it.

But Zatanos was so powerful that he forced the spirit of revenge, who was still thinking normally at the time, to die together, so he barely sealed it.

Essences of demons and primal vengeful spirits fused together into a more complex amalgamation.

After that, many complicated things happened. In short, Zatanos' current form can be regarded as a real spirit of revenge. Now that it has a host, it doesn't care about the freedom Mephisto promised.

It just wants to do crazy things in this new age...

But ten thousand years later, the world is indeed full of demons dancing wildly, and any young boy who jumps out casually can knock it to the ground and hammer it.

This made Zatanos feel that the times had changed.

But honestly, so what?

The spirit of revenge needs special weapons or magic to drive away the host's body, especially under the effect of Mephisto's contract, as long as the dimension of hell is still there, Zatanos is truly immortal.

The young man in front of him is really strong in the triple system, and if he shows his hole cards, he might be able to beat Mephisto.

But the problem is...

Merlin was far from reaching the point where he could crush the Spirit of Vengeance to death.

A certain part of its body is God's creation...

"Things have happened..."

Zatanos smashed the skull again, but its hoarse and strange voice rang in Merlin's ears.

Just like the voices of those ghosts, it was full of an uncomfortable feeling.

"You want to kill me so crazy, can you resurrect that little brat?"

"cannot!"

Merlin replied in a deep voice, but his fists were still merciless.

"boom"

Ghost Rider's newly recovered skull exploded again.

A few seconds later, the slightly helpless voice of the Vengeful Spirit rang in Merlin's ears again:

"Before, when we first met, you said you had something to talk to me..."

"Not with you! Not now..."

Merlin's fist and voice fell at the same time, and the burning skull shattered again.

He knew it was pointless to do so, and such a pure bombardment would never be able to make this crazy vengeful spirit feel pain, let alone really punish it.

But Merlin had to do something, and Thor died under his protection, which made Merlin full of guilt and anger.

In the semi-devil state, he doesn't want to store up these negative emotions, he wants to release them all.

But just a few minutes later, when Merlin smashed Zatanos' skull for the 37th time, the situation changed.

In this world, Victor, flying in the rainstorm before dawn, shared another scene for Merlin.

In the thunderstorm and the night before dawn, Thor, holding Thor's Hammer, stood up from the mud of the San Vangonza ruins in a daze.

He was still wearing the suit of mortal clothes, but his body was full of thunder and fire.

With howling winds and torrential rain, streaks of dazzling lightning wrapped around his body.

Beside him, the mortal watched all this dully.

Thor is alive!

The important person who died is alive again?

Merlin's fist loosened at this moment, and the anger in his heart disappeared...

Thor was still alive, this bastard couldn't kill anyone, and Mephisto couldn't kill anyone.

they lost...

The Sons of Hell Won...

This victory came so suddenly.

"No!"

The Ghost Rider who was trapped in the lava pit also seemed to feel this scene.

It roared crazily and struggled, but its skull was crushed by Merlin's heavy punch.

Merlin stood up and looked at the rapidly recovering skeleton under his feet. He shook his head, put away the Skadi hammer, and disappeared into the big pit.

When he reappeared, he returned to his companions, and shed his ternary and half-demon form, turning back into a human form.

Beowulf grumbled and lifted the symbiosis state, and on Merlin's shoulders changed into a batwing cloak more suitable for the hell environment, while Merlin himself took out Icarus from his pocket and put it on his face.

"Are you comfortable?"

Satana put her fingers on Merlin's shoulders, and then put her head on her fingers. The lustful female half-devil stared at Merlin's face, and she said:

"Have you enjoyed it?"

"I really admire you, Satana."

Merlin looked at the flaming skeleton rushing out of the big pit, and said:

"Anything you say can turn into a dirty joke... there's just no point in torturing it, it fails, it doesn't do anything."

Ghost Rider rushed out of the magma pit, ignoring Merlin and the half-demons. He put his burning finger in his mouth and whistled loudly, as if calling for his mount.

A few seconds later, amidst the low sound of the motorcycle engine, the flame locomotive that was left behind in this world actually rushed all the way into the dimension of the border of hell with a low roar and galloping.

Ghost Rider stepped on the motorcycle in a handsome posture.

When the flames erupted, the front wheel of the motorcycle lifted up, like a roaring beast, carrying its own knight, carrying the raging flames and rushing towards the direction of the present world.

Liana drew out her giant sword to stop it, but Merlin blocked it with her hand.

"Let it go."

Merlin pushed his glasses, he said:

"Someone is waiting for it outside."

"who?"

When Liana asked, Merlin shrugged, and then glanced at the golden hammer in his hand. He shook his head, pointed to the sky, and said mysteriously:

"That's a guy who can't be messed with. He has a lot of background. But you should know him... He even made a fuss with you before."

Liana's memory is not bad, she immediately reacted:

"That stupid big man from the Odin family? No way..."

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In the torrential rain at the end of the night, bright lightning lingered on Thor's head and body.

He looked dazed. He remembered that he was dead and his soul had left his body, but now he was alive again, and he had a thunderous hammer in his hand.

Well, Mjolnir, his former weapon, the symbol of Thor, the Stormborn.

Why is this warhammer here?

And the full strength in his body, the power of Thor that was stripped by his father is back?

Why?

Thor stood in the rain, amidst the dancing lightning, his long blond hair swaying in the dark night, he looked back at Stephen Strange with a dull face behind him, he asked:

"Stephen, this is... what's going on?"

"I still want to ask you, Donald."

Steve Strange scratched his black hair, he said in a frenzy:

"I still want to ask you what's going on?"

"You are obviously dead, I am a doctor, I can confirm this, but why did you come back to life in the flash of thunder after touching this war hammer?"

"Who the hell are you? Donald, don't lie to me, you're definitely not an ordinary lame student...Damn it, who the hell are you? What's all this about? Am I being implicated by you?"

"No! No, calm down, friend."

Thor stretched out his hand and put it on the shoulder of the frantic Stephen. He said to the doctor who was a little bit broken:

"This is very complicated, and I can't explain it to you quickly, but I'm still the Donald you know, but...you can understand that I got back some things that belong to me."

He raised the arcing hammer in his hand, and he said to Stephen:

"Sorry to put you through this, but I will protect you until you are safe."

As soon as Thor's words fell, the familiar deep locomotive sound sounded again in the desert where the rain was pouring.

When the two turned their heads, they saw a ray of scorching flame extending from the invisible land, as if rushing towards San Van Gonzale from the end of their sight.

"It's back!"

Doctor Stephen still had lingering fears about what happened before, he subconsciously stepped back, while Thor took a step forward.

Blue arcs lingered in the corners of his eyes, and the power of thunder burst out from the screaming Mjolnir. Thor held the hammer, feeling the lost and regained power of Thor. In this heavy rain, he said in a deep voice:

"Stay behind me, Stephen, I swear, it can never hurt you again..."

"It can't hurt anyone anymore!"

Thor moved his wrist as before, and he was holding on to the buckle of Thor's Hammer. While the hammer was dancing, the whistling sound of wind and thunder rang out in this ghostly creature.

Dazzling blue lightning danced around Thor, making those wraiths who had been scaring Dr. Stephen flee in horror.

Lightning, the most explosive force in nature, has a natural restraint on ghosts and all evil things.

"By Odin, madmen of hell!"

Thor, who had regained the power of thunder, stared and roared. He stared at the ghost rider who was rushing towards them in the billowing flames and evaporating water vapor.

His voice, as loud as thunder, resounded at dawn at the end of the night.

He challenged Mephisto's minions.

He is Thor of Asgard, and he will never bow to evil!

"Face the Thunder!"

The high-speed rotating hammer in Thor's hand hit the ghost rider in front of him in a wild dance of thunder and lightning, and it flew up with Thor.

The Ghost Rider also grinned and waved the chain in his hand. Zatanos felt that he had been fooled. It was going to teach this damned Asgardian boy one more time at dawn before he disappeared.

"crash"

Dazzling, cobweb-like lightning bolts erupted above the night, like a raging thunder snake.

At the moment when Thor's war hammer collided with Ghost Rider's chains, the sky was torn apart and the entire desert was illuminated like day.

The scorching and terrifying hellfire also rolled out from the Ghost Rider amid Mjolnir's neighing, like a pillar of erupting flames, engulfing the knight and the prince into the burning that evaporated everything.

The War of Thunder and Fire...

Before this darkest dawn, between the Stormborn and the spirits of hell, finally breaks out.

But it won't last long...

After all, after a whole night of trouble, dawn is coming.