Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 384 The missionary is alive again! (23)

Horror Manor.

In a secluded meeting room.

“It’s terrible.”

Listening to the report from the King's team's ghost rider, the gentleman covered his face in a state of collapse.

"Be direct, how many people died in total?" the gentleman said, covering his face.

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The subordinate was silent for a few seconds before continuing, "More than 13,000 people."

"Almost all the direct members of the Obama and Pelosi families are dead."

"In addition, more than thirty research bases were wiped out."

"Okay, I understand."

The gentleman lowered his hand from his face, causing the subordinate standing opposite him to tremble slightly.

The gentleman's face was extremely gloomy, and his dim eyes vaguely revealed the viciousness and hatred of a ghost.

"Go down and notify all the king's teams to prepare for a decisive battle."

"Why is it so urgent?" An old man with a pale face and wearing an outdated black oversized suit asked expressionlessly.

"Corleone, you should know that there are only a few people in this world who can do these things."

“It should be said that no one can kill five kings in a short period of time.” The gentleman deliberately emphasized the word “people”.

"It even prevents them from passing on intelligence."

That is definitely not an ordinary ghost rider or an alien!
"Do you think they are evil spirits?" the Godfather frowned.

"It may not be a fierce ghost, but it is definitely not an ordinary ghost rider, so——"

"You'll have to ask... him for the specific information." The gentleman's eyes shifted downwards.

Lying before them was a familiar corpse, with a blood-stained book on its chest.

The evil ghost that should have been revived was as quiet as a corpse because of a coffin nail stuck in its chest.

"Is there any hope?" The Godfather frowned and snorted coldly.

"The owner of the manor called us here to save him." said the gentleman, looking at the corpse with contempt.

This idiot!

After being killed, he was thrown into the manor like a dead dog.

After his death, he turned into a ghost and wandered around the manor.

This is a complete and blatant humiliation to the King's Organization!
When has the King's Organization ever been bullied like this!
Not only that, the organization also launched a targeted attack on the King Organization's forces across North America, and several families and research bases were wiped out in an instant.

A very typical ghostly journey, only a perfectly balanced or outlier being could have the ability to attack everywhere so quickly.

"This is war!" the gentleman said firmly, "We must go all out!"

"I suggest that we notify the captain as soon as possible." The Godfather shrugged.

"Once the captain and his men arrive, we'll gather most of the king's fighting force. No matter which organization it is, we can defeat them."

"Heh, the other kings, do you think they will come to support the North American king in his plight?" The gentleman snorted coldly.

After all, the King's Organization is a club-like organization formed by the top ghost riders from various countries.

Except for the captain, the status of the other kings is basically equal, and no king has compulsory binding force on other kings.

This is also a major feature of the King's Organization that attracts top ghost riders. There is no leader who gives orders, and everyone is responsible for their own affairs with rights but no obligations.

What's more, the enemy is now wreaking havoc on the American mainland, targeting the king of North America, while the kings of other regions are basically just watching the show.

If the gentleman didn't have a good relationship with the cowboy, he wouldn't come here to get involved.

"Don't worry about the other kings."

A low, hoarse voice came from beside the two of them.

The godfather and the gentleman looked back and saw a gloomy man in his fifties standing there straight.

Owner of the manor!
The number one ghost rider in North America!
There is no conclusion yet on who is the strongest king, but the owner of the manor must be one of the top three strongest people in the king's organization.

"Richard, why hasn't he woken up yet?" the gentleman asked bluntly.

"In order to save him, I brought the evil spirit and Black Friday with me."

"If I fail, my loss will be too great."

Friday the 13th is a cursed piece of music, and anyone who hears it will be cursed, regardless of whether they are deaf or unconscious.

The effect of the curse is that a terrifying evil spirit will attack every Friday.

If you can survive one week, the evil spirits of the next week will be even more terrifying.

Four weeks later, the attacking ghost was an S-level ghost.

No one ever made it to the fifth week.

The price is high, but the effect of such a high price is that the consciousness of the cursed can be protected by music.

While the music plays, you become immune to almost all lethal curses.

In conjunction with another black corpse ghost, it is enough to forcibly restore the consciousness of a ghost rider shortly after his death, achieving an alternative resurrection.

Of course, the consequences of this method of resurrection are extremely serious, and the lifespan is often less than a month.

"According to my calculations, there's a 50% chance that he'll awaken as an alien." The manor owner said hoarsely.

He walked up and pulled out the coffin nail.

The missionary's body began to shake violently, as if a monster was about to crawl out of his body.

The owner of the manor didn't even look at him as the invisible evil spirit pressed the missionary onto the golden altar.

At the same time, a scarecrow placed a tape on an old-fashioned tape recorder nearby.

In an instant, cold and sad music sounded.

The other three opened up the ghost zone to block out the music.

So the only target of music is the missionary who is still struggling.

Suddenly, the missionary opened his eyes and stared at the three kings with a fierce look.

"Failed?" The gentleman frowned and took a step back.

"No, it succeeded." The owner of the manor said coldly.

The missionary's fierce eyes gradually returned to indifference, which was the look of most ghost riders after being corroded.

"I, am resurrected?" the missionary said hoarsely.

The manor owner said calmly: "To be precise, it is a temporary resurrection."

"Crowley, we used the Black Ghoul and Black Friday to curse your remaining consciousness, allowing you to temporarily become an alien and wake up."

The missionary's face was grim, like a real evil spirit.

"It seems I'm going to die after all."

The Godfather interrupted, "Crowley, stop talking nonsense."

"In a short time, we lost the landlord, the twins, the butcher, the cowboy, and yourself. Who did it?"

Unimaginable fear suddenly emerged in the missionary's dead eyes.

"They, they are not human!"

The gentleman laughed and said, "Are you crazy, Crowley?"

"We're not human either!"

"Are they evil spirits in human skin?"

The missionary who was forcibly resurrected had little humanity left, and his emotions quickly calmed down.

"It's not a ghost."

The three kings were surprised.

The missionary said in a low voice: "They are not ghost riders either—"

"They are the real, extraordinary beings we have always been pursuing!"

"Are you talking in your sleep? Are they the Kansas farmer who likes to wear his underwear outside?" the Godfather said with a smile.

But the missionary didn't object, which made his laughter slowly stop.

The Godfather said with an ugly expression: "Crowley, do you know what you are talking about?"

"Of course I know!"

The missionary's face was calm as he began to narrate: "A few days ago, I caught the coroner's rat on the trail."

"And, from him, the secret of the god of death was discovered."

"But I didn't expect that the god of death had already set his sights on a group of Orientals."

"Could it be that the Orientals are the headquarters of the Asian Ghost Riders?" the manor owner said slowly.

"At first I thought it was someone from headquarters, just like the rat that's been active in North America."

The missionary's voice grew colder. "So I invited the butcher and the cowboy to join us in the attack, but I never expected—"

His tone was cold with an indescribable tremor.

"The leader blew open the giant mouth demon in front of me and transformed into a giant demon man covered with golden scales and demon wings on his back."

"what?"

The gentleman could not imagine an Oriental man transforming into a demon man.

"You're not talking about the movie?"

"Of course not!" the missionary's voice trembled. "He's not a ghost rider!"

"Later I recalled carefully, he did not use any supernatural powers."

"But I didn't realize it at the time, and those two idiots, the butcher and the cowboy, had already made their move."

The missionary trembled and said, "But not for a second. No, not even a second."

"That golden demon man was like Superman, relying on his physical strength or some other superpower to cross hundreds of meters and crush their bodies with his flesh."

"A body imbued with supernatural power was simply smashed into pieces."

"Impossible! The butcher's body is controlling more than a dozen evil spirits. How could it be smashed to pieces in one go?" the gentleman retorted subconsciously.

"Maybe it's the Speed ​​Force?" The Godfather made a cold joke.

No one spoke up.

After a moment of silence, the gentleman calmed down and asked, "They shouldn't die so easily."

"That's right, he is not a ghost rider." The missionary's cloudy eyes turned slowly.

"He couldn't suppress, curse, or fight against the supernatural powers within the two of them."

"But he relied on his body to withstand the instant death of the cowboys and butchers."

"More than once."

"But dozens of times."

This time the silence was longer, and the Godfather no longer had the arrogance he had at the beginning.

"So, they were exhausted to death?"

"Not long." The missionary said slowly.

"Their bodies collapsed several times in a short period of time, and they died from the resurrection of evil spirits."

"Can't even escape?"

"What a stupid way to die," the Godfather frowned.

For a powerful ghost rider, being exhausted to death is a very stupid way to die.

If the enemy ignores supernatural means such as death, suppression, and curse, you should use the ghost domain to evacuate immediately.

"What about you?" asked the owner of the manor.

"I left during the chaos." The missionary's voice began to tremble.

His face was distorted and looked as hideous as a ghost.

“But I was being watched.”

"Another one of them!"

"It's like he's cursed me with a ghost, like he's attached a magical mark to me."

"After I hid in the landlord's death apartment, he followed me and teleported into the apartment's ghost zone."

"He can directly enter the ghost zone of the apartment?" The Godfather was a little serious.

The ghost realm is the foundation of the ghost riders. If the enemy can ignore the strength and restrictions of the ghost realm and come and go as they please, it will be difficult for the ghost riders to escape.

The missionary continued, "He broke into the landlord's terrifying apartment and, relying on his physical body, crushed the attacks of countless evil spirits layer by layer."

"No evil spirit can kill him!"

"Even if he was surrounded by more than a dozen evil spirits and subjected to more than a dozen killing methods at the same time, being dismembered, having his heart dug out, and cursed to death, he could still recover as before in the next moment."

"Immortality." The gentleman's face looked very ugly.

The preacher continued, “No matter what the landlord did, he couldn’t stop him.”

"Finally, he broke into the thirteenth floor and killed the landlord and the twins."

Silence for the third time.

After a long while, the owner of the manor asked hoarsely, "You ran away again?"

"That's right, but he cursed me remotely." The missionary didn't care about the ridicule of the manor owner.

"The invisible curse wave is endless, completely reviving me from my already dire condition."

"correct."

The missionary said, “I also saw him release the dean while we were in the apartment.”

"I mean, the evil spirit after the dean was revived."

"Dean!" The manor owner's face changed: "Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"

"I'm sure that's the dean, the same ghost."

The dean was the biggest failure the manor owner had ever suffered since his debut.

At that time, the owner of the manor almost wiped out all the hostile ghost-controlling forces, but found such an ancient and mysterious place on his territory.

The confident plantation owner, together with a missionary, a cowboy and another King writer, brought nearly ten gardeners into the hospital, hoping to seize this mysterious place.

But in a short period of time, all ten gardeners died, the king writer died, and only the plantation owner, the missionary, and the cowboy escaped with their lives.

If the dean had not been unwilling to interfere with the current development of the supernatural world and would not have left the hospital on his own initiative, the owner of the manor would have turned into a pool of yellow earth long ago.

"He's just an old immortal ghost rider of the previous generation. I'm not afraid of him even when he's still alive, not to mention that he's just a resurrected evil spirit now." The manor owner's face returned to calm.

He was confident that he could wash away the shame he had suffered when he faced the dean now!

"Hahaha." The missionary laughed dryly, and the sound was very unpleasant.

"Finally, I have to warn you a little bit."

"He has the ability to kill evil spirits directly!"

"Impossible!" the three kings shouted in unison.

"You are really crazy!" The gentleman stood up and almost cursed.

"Black Friday must have messed with your brain!"

The Godfather also had a cold expression on his face: "Are you sure you didn't experience any dreams or hallucinations?"

"After all, you are denying the basic laws of evil spirits."

Evil spirits are immortal.

The only ones who can deal with ghosts are ghosts.

Insight into the patterns of ghosts.

If evil spirits could be killed by non-ghost masters, then the three iron laws would no longer exist.

This is a bolt from the blue for all ghost riders!

"Lucas, do you know what you are saying?" The owner of the manor looked so cold that ice seemed to be dripping from his face.

"I know." The missionary looked at them calmly.

"I can confirm that I am not crazy, nor am I affected by hallucinations."

"That's not suppression, it's not a freeze, it's not some other supernatural method."

"That man can create a terrifying fire that can burn my cassock to ashes."

"As you know, it's a supernatural prop, a ghost."

"That could also be a change in the supernatural form!" the gentleman exclaimed.

"Just like when we make supernatural props, changing the appearance of evil spirits is not a difficult task!"

The missionary shook his head: "That is not a supernatural transformation. That kind of flame is a power completely different from the supernatural."

"It can completely destroy the supernatural!"

There was a fourth silence, this one longer than any before.

The owner of the manor finally spoke, breaking the silence: "Although my rational mind feels that your brain has been damaged by the supernatural, and what you say is all crazy."

"But my intuition told me."

"What you say may be true."

The owner of the manor said hoarsely, "I really can't believe that there is anything that can destroy evil spirits."

"Then why don't we see it for ourselves."

"Hmm?" The gentleman looked at the owner of the manor with a puzzled look.

"If there is a way to kill evil spirits, doesn't it mean that everything is over? We can go a step further and even use the power of evil spirits more safely?" said the owner of the manor.

Compared to other kings, he has a deep understanding of the supernatural and has even completed the transformation into an alien.

But he also knew that aliens had their limits, and human consciousness could not always overcome the instincts of evil spirits.

"Besides, they have already set their sights on our King's Organization."

The missionary smiled grimly: "They will find this place."

“It’s like finding an apartment.”

The manor owner's mouth opened wide, revealing his bloody teeth. "Then wait here for them to come."

"I want to see if they can withstand the law of death that I have superimposed."

"as well as--"

"How do you kill a ghost?"

"You will regret this."

The missionary's already cold heart began to tremble as he recalled the day he escaped from their hands.

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