Here, Carter Slay did not urge the black horse under his crotch, but let it walk back leisurely.
The power of the Ghost Rider in his body is no longer able to support the transformation, but the physical strength of the old fellow under his crotch is much better than his own, so it is still possible to let it carry him back to the cemetery.
After that, he will quietly wait for the day of complete relief in the chapel in the cemetery.
He didn't know the exact day, but he would feel it when the time came.
As for whether Johnny could defeat the Blackheart Demon and prevent the Saint Vanganza Contract from falling into his clutches, Carter Slay didn't care too much.
He did everything he could, and if he still failed, it could only be God's will.
Suddenly, the black horse stopped and sighed uneasily.
Carter Slay looked at a man standing not far away, frowned and said nothing.
Luke looked at Carter Slay with a smile, his mind busy with calculations.
This guy may look a little old, but he is still a living Ghost Rider after all!
Even though he can no longer transform, he is still not an ordinary person.
Besides, this old guy has lived for more than one hundred and fifty years, and his understanding of the demons of hell and Mephisto is not comparable to that of a young man in his thirties like Johnny.
Luke needed his knowledge.
"Let's make a deal, Carter Slay," he began.
Carter Slay said calmly, "I'm dying now. I won't make deals with anyone anymore."
Luke smiled and said, "I'm sorry, but this is a deal you can't refuse. Either you tell me everything you know about Hell and Mephisto, or I'll have to inconvenience you."
Carter Slay looked at him strangely: "You, are not a demon?"
Of course, real demons don't need to go through him to get information about Hell, because that is their home.
Luke gestured to the Beidou armor on his body and said, "Have you ever seen a demon that keeps up with the times?"
Carter Slay shook his head: "They are all old-fashioned. Your outfit is too... flashy."
Luke: This is called fashion, you know? You are an old antique who has lived for more than a hundred years, and you are really out of date.
While complaining in his heart, he continued to ask: "Can you tell me everything?"
Carter Slay shook his head decisively: "No, even if you are not a demon, I refuse any deal. You can go now."
Luke nodded with satisfaction: "Well, that's great."
Carter Slay: "Huh?"
After a moment, a hissing sound echoed over the wilderness.
Looking at the two dumpling-shaped objects, one big and one small, appearing on the ground, Luke felt a little embarrassed.
Luckily, his helmet hid his face, so his true emotions were not exposed.
The small one is of course Carter Slay, and the big one is... the dark horse.
He was originally targeting Carter Slay, but the dark horse was very smart. When it saw him attacking the old man, it kicked over with its hoof.
As a last resort, he had to tie up the hot-tempered guy as well.
"Actually, I wanted to be more peaceful. After all, you are so old." He apologized but did not forget to check the system prompt that had just arrived.
System: You defeated Carter Slay (Ghost Rider) and obtained his ability list.
Carter Slay's abilities: Basic firearms... Basic theology, Basic demonology, Hellfire (given by evil spirits, cannot be learned), Eye of Repentance (given by angels, cannot be learned).
Luke looked oddly at the instructions of the Eye of Confession.
Ghost Rider was created by Mephisto, so where did this angel come from
Although Carter Slay was knocked down by Luke and tied up, he remained calm and didn't say a word.
After living in pain and repentance for more than a hundred years, he was already tired of it.
Even if this weirdo in front of him really wanted to kill him, Carter Slay would only thank him for freeing him.
The only thing he hesitated was when he saw Luke tying up the black horse.
But he immediately realized that Luke's actions were very measured. The rope that suddenly appeared only bound the black horse and had no intention of hurting it.
He regained his composure.
After learning basic theology and basic demonology, Luke hesitated for a moment and finally took out two syringes.
Each syringe contains only ten milliliters of ruby red liquid.
He said, "Although you don't want to trade, I never like to take advantage of others. Consider this as payment."
As he said this, he gave Carter Slay and Black Horse an injection on the buttocks.
After a moment, Carter Slay, who had been indifferent, suddenly looked strange.
Luke raised his hand and untied the ropes that bound the man and the horse: "Okay, the deal is done, do as you please."
Carter Slay slowly stood up, feeling the strange changes in his body, and his mood was inexplicably complicated.
Watching Luke trotting towards Saint Vanganza, he finally couldn't help but ask, "What did you inject me with?"
"I don't know either." Luke's voice came from afar: "I'll just give it a try. Maybe I can help you live a few more years."
Carter Slade: ...So I'm just a test subject
At this moment, Luke also praised himself for his cleverness in his heart.
The thing he injected into Carter Slay and Dark Horse was the ruby-red unknown liquid substance that he got as a spoil when he rescued Robert and Catherine on the cruise ship last time.
Not all of the eight milk cans he snatched were filled with this unknown liquid substance.
Two of the barrels were thrown out as bait. One barrel was really just milk, and the other barrel of unknown liquid was basically licked clean by the strange giant octopus.
Of the six remaining barrels, four were genuine milk and only two contained the unknown liquid.
Fortunately, the milk bucket is not small, it is a standard one gallon, which is 3785 ml, and the total amount is still considerable.
But after getting this thing, Luke never used it.
He didn't want to use ordinary people and animals to test this magical unknown liquid. The cost-effectiveness of doing so was too low and it went against his principles.
For bad guys? He's not that kind.
If the unknown liquid cured these bad guys, he would have to kill them again, which would be a waste.
It wasn't until he met Carter Slay today that he suddenly remembered this.
This old guy is a decent person, and he's dying, and the same goes for his dark horse. Living one more day is a gain, and a small amount of injections won't produce anything too weird.
Ghost Rider himself is a special existence. After using this magical unknown liquid, the two may produce some wonderful results.
This type of experiment has the highest cost-effectiveness.
Besides, as the former Ghost Rider, there is no way the old man would go to the newspaper or call the police to say that someone was using him for live experiments.
Everything was so perfect, and Luke accomplished a small goal by the way.
Watching him go away, Carter Slay finally couldn't help himself, raised his voice slightly, and asked, "Who are you?"
Luke: "Beidou."
As he spoke, he disappeared into the darkness.
The old man stood silently for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile.