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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0216_part_03
Chapter 450
chapter 0216 part 3
The Strength displayed by that Mortal was indeed formidable, but Humans have Weaknesses.
Blackheart sought out the Mexican Drug Cartel, and with a bit of Dark Magic, easily manipulated these guys whose Territory and Business had been taken.
He sent them to assassinate that Human.
Regarding the father-son relationship between Blackheart and Mephisto, there were actually some internal matters involved.
To be precise, Blackheart was "created" by Mephisto.
He was the product of one of Mephisto's arrogant creation Experiments. The Great Demon used endless Resentment to shape a personified will, and then used his own Blood to shape Blackheart's Body, allowing him to be born in Hell.
But the problem was that Blackheart lacked a Soul. Although the Bloodline flowing within him was indeed Mephisto's, he didn't have a Soul in the true sense. He was just a half-finished product of Mephisto's failed creation Experiment.
So, the lack of affection between father and son was quite natural. Well, it was similar to the less harmonious version of Odin and Loki, the relationship between an Adoptive Father and Adoptive Son.
"Hmm, the Destination is here."
About ten minutes later, Blackheart stood in front of the secluded Cemetery. "As a schemer who lures others to serve you, your Behavior makes even me feel a bit of Fear."
"However, as long as I get that Contract, Mephisto, I will become a true Hell Lord in the Mortal Realm."
The Hell Prince's grey Eyes flashed with a hint of greed, but he still maintained his most basic reason. He said softly:
"So, where is the difficulty?"
Blackheart looked left and right. He expanded his Perception again. After confirming that there were no dangerous Things around, he stepped into the Cemetery.
He had completed a little over half of the oath he made to Mephisto. He had found someone to deal with that Human. Although he didn't personally make a move, wasn't it normal for a Demon to exploit a small Contract loophole?
Hell Prince Blackheart walked forward through the Mist that permeated the Cemetery. He ignored the tombstones standing on both sides of the narrow path, ignoring the names of the deceased. He just walked straight towards the depths of the Cemetery.
It was quiet all around, as if the departed souls in the Cemetery were watching him.
The atmosphere was a bit strange. A midnight Cemetery was not a good place for leisure, but unfortunately, Blackheart came from Hell. He had grown up in the Infernal Realm since his birth. A mere Cemetery couldn't scare him.
Soon, Blackheart arrived at the ancient, desolate burial area. He searched among them and quickly found the tombstone of the previous generation Ghost Rider, Carter Slade.
He stretched out his hand, and the invisible Resentment condensed into black Energy in his palm, which was then thrown towards the tomb in front of him.
The Ground and soil of the Mortal Realm could not withstand such Supernatural Powers. It was like a Bomb exploding on the Ground. After the black Impact wave dissipated, the tomb in front of Blackheart was completely flipped outwards, and even the decayed wooden coffin was blown open.
Blackheart looked at the tomb in front of him. As expected... it was empty!
"Hey! What are you doing there?"
A roar sounded from the darkness behind Blackheart. The Hell Prince turned his Head and saw an Old Man wearing a cowboy outfit, carrying a lantern, and holding a shovel, standing at the Cemetery Entrance and roaring at him.
"Damn Thugs, you never learn!"
"Ha, don't disturb the peace of the dead, Bastard!" The caretaker acted as if he were a true Ordinary Person, completely unaware of the disguised evil Creature like Blackheart. He walked towards Blackheart aggressively, gripping the shovel, seemingly intending to teach this scoundrel who was disturbing the peace of the dead at midnight a lesson.
But after walking within ten meters of Blackheart, the caretaker's Expression changed.
A trace of Fear flashed across his aged face. He quickly threw away the lantern and turned to run.
He recognized Blackheart, and Blackheart also recognized him.
"Boom"
Cold, terrible black Resentment was thrown out by the sneering Blackheart, like a black Fist, heavily pounding the back of the fleeing Carter Slade, sending the weakened previous generation Ghost Rider flying.
But although Carter was weak, he still had a last trace of the Knight's Strength in his Body. That Strength had kept him alive for over 200 years, and as long as it wasn't actively consumed, he could continue to live until the day he got tired of living and actively sought Death.
So the Impact wave thrown by Blackheart did not knock the old rider unconscious. The latter rolled several times on the Ground, then got up and continued running towards his cabin.
His disheveled appearance looked exactly like a miserable Old Man desperately trying to survive in a Desperate Situation.
And Blackheart, like a true Demon, indulged the weak Slade's escape, giving him hope of survival.
But just as Slade rushed to the Entrance of the Sacred Ground Cabin, Blackheart, who had transformed into his Demon prototype, descended from the Sky and slapped Slade's Chest with a Claw, sending him flying.
Ha, a perfect hunt. When the indulged hope burns to the last second, cruelly extinguish it! That's it!
A Demon should do that! "Bang"
The struggling Slade was scraped on the Ground by Blackheart's scaled left Foot, while Hell Prince Blackheart's lizard-like Tail, like a tentacle, fiercely choked Slade's Neck.
Blackheart, whose face was covered in purplish-black Scales, with even his mouth protected by Scales, looked down at the struggling old rider who was almost suffocating. That desperate posture made Blackheart extremely satisfied.
"Give it to me!"
Hell Prince Blackheart lifted the struggling Slade to his eyes with his Tail. He stared at the weak Old Man and said:
"You know what I'm talking about. Give it to me! Carter Slade! You oath-breaker!"
"You will fail."
Old Slade gritted his teeth and retorted in pain: "Just like your Father!"
"Oh, I'm not like him..."
Hell Prince Blackheart extended a sharp Claw, drawing a bloody wound on Old Slade's cheek. He said: "That Old Man likes to bind his playthings with Contracts. He rarely uses violence."
"But I'm different. Poor Slade, I'm more inclined towards traditional Hell creatures. I really like using violence!"
"Crack"
Old Slade's Finger was forcibly broken. The pain of ten fingers connected to the heart made the old rider's Body struggle wildly like a fish on a hook.
The Strength displayed by that Mortal was indeed formidable, but Humans have Weaknesses.
Blackheart sought out the Mexican Drug Cartel, and with a bit of Dark Magic, easily manipulated these guys whose Territory and Business had been taken.
He sent them to assassinate that Human.
Regarding the father-son relationship between Blackheart and Mephisto, there were actually some internal matters involved.
To be precise, Blackheart was "created" by Mephisto.
He was the product of one of Mephisto's arrogant creation Experiments. The Great Demon used endless Resentment to shape a personified will, and then used his own Blood to shape Blackheart's Body, allowing him to be born in Hell.
But the problem was that Blackheart lacked a Soul. Although the Bloodline flowing within him was indeed Mephisto's, he didn't have a Soul in the true sense. He was just a half-finished product of Mephisto's failed creation Experiment.
So, the lack of affection between father and son was quite natural. Well, it was similar to the less harmonious version of Odin and Loki, the relationship between an Adoptive Father and Adoptive Son.
"Hmm, the Destination is here."
About ten minutes later, Blackheart stood in front of the secluded Cemetery. "As a schemer who lures others to serve you, your Behavior makes even me feel a bit of Fear."
"However, as long as I get that Contract, Mephisto, I will become a true Hell Lord in the Mortal Realm."
The Hell Prince's grey Eyes flashed with a hint of greed, but he still maintained his most basic reason. He said softly:
"So, where is the difficulty?"
Blackheart looked left and right. He expanded his Perception again. After confirming that there were no dangerous Things around, he stepped into the Cemetery.
He had completed a little over half of the oath he made to Mephisto. He had found someone to deal with that Human. Although he didn't personally make a move, wasn't it normal for a Demon to exploit a small Contract loophole?
Hell Prince Blackheart walked forward through the Mist that permeated the Cemetery. He ignored the tombstones standing on both sides of the narrow path, ignoring the names of the deceased. He just walked straight towards the depths of the Cemetery.
It was quiet all around, as if the departed souls in the Cemetery were watching him.
The atmosphere was a bit strange. A midnight Cemetery was not a good place for leisure, but unfortunately, Blackheart came from Hell. He had grown up in the Infernal Realm since his birth. A mere Cemetery couldn't scare him.
Soon, Blackheart arrived at the ancient, desolate burial area. He searched among them and quickly found the tombstone of the previous generation Ghost Rider, Carter Slade.
He stretched out his hand, and the invisible Resentment condensed into black Energy in his palm, which was then thrown towards the tomb in front of him.
The Ground and soil of the Mortal Realm could not withstand such Supernatural Powers. It was like a Bomb exploding on the Ground. After the black Impact wave dissipated, the tomb in front of Blackheart was completely flipped outwards, and even the decayed wooden coffin was blown open.
Blackheart looked at the tomb in front of him. As expected... it was empty!
"Hey! What are you doing there?"
A roar sounded from the darkness behind Blackheart. The Hell Prince turned his Head and saw an Old Man wearing a cowboy outfit, carrying a lantern, and holding a shovel, standing at the Cemetery Entrance and roaring at him.
"Damn Thugs, you never learn!"
"Ha, don't disturb the peace of the dead, Bastard!" The caretaker acted as if he were a true Ordinary Person, completely unaware of the disguised evil Creature like Blackheart. He walked towards Blackheart aggressively, gripping the shovel, seemingly intending to teach this scoundrel who was disturbing the peace of the dead at midnight a lesson.
But after walking within ten meters of Blackheart, the caretaker's Expression changed.
A trace of Fear flashed across his aged face. He quickly threw away the lantern and turned to run.
He recognized Blackheart, and Blackheart also recognized him.
"Boom"
Cold, terrible black Resentment was thrown out by the sneering Blackheart, like a black Fist, heavily pounding the back of the fleeing Carter Slade, sending the weakened previous generation Ghost Rider flying.
But although Carter was weak, he still had a last trace of the Knight's Strength in his Body. That Strength had kept him alive for over 200 years, and as long as it wasn't actively consumed, he could continue to live until the day he got tired of living and actively sought Death.
So the Impact wave thrown by Blackheart did not knock the old rider unconscious. The latter rolled several times on the Ground, then got up and continued running towards his cabin.
His disheveled appearance looked exactly like a miserable Old Man desperately trying to survive in a Desperate Situation.
And Blackheart, like a true Demon, indulged the weak Slade's escape, giving him hope of survival.
But just as Slade rushed to the Entrance of the Sacred Ground Cabin, Blackheart, who had transformed into his Demon prototype, descended from the Sky and slapped Slade's Chest with a Claw, sending him flying.
Ha, a perfect hunt. When the indulged hope burns to the last second, cruelly extinguish it! That's it!
A Demon should do that! "Bang"
The struggling Slade was scraped on the Ground by Blackheart's scaled left Foot, while Hell Prince Blackheart's lizard-like Tail, like a tentacle, fiercely choked Slade's Neck.
Blackheart, whose face was covered in purplish-black Scales, with even his mouth protected by Scales, looked down at the struggling old rider who was almost suffocating. That desperate posture made Blackheart extremely satisfied.
"Give it to me!"
Hell Prince Blackheart lifted the struggling Slade to his eyes with his Tail. He stared at the weak Old Man and said:
"You know what I'm talking about. Give it to me! Carter Slade! You oath-breaker!"
"You will fail."
Old Slade gritted his teeth and retorted in pain: "Just like your Father!"
"Oh, I'm not like him..."
Hell Prince Blackheart extended a sharp Claw, drawing a bloody wound on Old Slade's cheek. He said: "That Old Man likes to bind his playthings with Contracts. He rarely uses violence."
"But I'm different. Poor Slade, I'm more inclined towards traditional Hell creatures. I really like using violence!"
"Crack"
Old Slade's Finger was forcibly broken. The pain of ten fingers connected to the heart made the old rider's Body struggle wildly like a fish on a hook.
