Facing the incoming pillar of Hellfire, Leon's expression remained unchanged.
He did not put up a shield, allowing the murky flames to envelop him.
The three villains in the dodge charger saw this scene, and their faces instantly fell.
Damn it! This handsome blonde guy who suddenly appeared, while seemingly powerful, was ultimately no match for the Knight of Hell!
What should they do?!
However, the next second, their expressions froze on their faces.
They saw Leon's figure clearly visible in the blazing center; the Hellfire hadn't even ignited the hem of his clothes.
As the rampant flames approached his body, they seemed to encounter a barrier, instantly parting automatically to form a fire-free zone.
Leon bathed in the Hellfire, his smile still gentle.
Perhaps finding it too boring, he shook his head at the stunned Ghost Rider.
"Too weak, Zarathos."
His voice pierced through the roar of the flames, reaching the Ghost Rider's ears.
"You are too weak."
The moment his words fell.
Buzz!!!
Holy radiance erupted from Leon!
Blinding golden light enveloped the battlefield.
Light would dispel darkness.
Soon, the golden divine power surrounding him burst forth, transforming into a dazzling Sun!
The pillar of Hellfire was vulnerable before the Sun, collapsing in the blink of an eye, and then being purified.
"Pfft!!"
As the Master of the flames, the Ghost Rider suffered a violent backlash.
The flames burning on him quickly dimmed, and his body was uncontrollably thrown backward from his motorcycle, falling heavily to the ground.
This is impossible!
Zarathos's soul wailed.
Hellfire is eternal, unless it encounters holy light power of a dimensional demon god level!
Damn the Asgardian Sun god, how could his power be so strong?!
Odin, that old man, was nothing more than this, right?!
Leon slowly descended from the air, his feet lightly touching the road.
He walked step by step towards the Ghost Rider lying on the ground.
"It seems you still haven't recognized the gap between us," Leon said, looking down at him with an authoritative tone.
"I am not here to negotiate with you, nor to fight you. I am merely here to inform you that from today onwards, your ownership belongs to me."
"No, this is not yours!"
The Ghost Rider struggled to get up from the ground, flames reigniting in his eye sockets.
"I, Zarathos, will never submit to the divine realm, even if I die!"
"Is that so?"
Leon raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by his backbone.
"Unfortunately, you don't even have the right to die."
After speaking, he raised his right hand.
Countless dense runes appeared on his palm, glowing with golden light.
This was the power of the god King, belonging to Asgard, to the lineage of Odin.
Rune Runes!
"You..."
Seeing those runes, Zarathos's soul felt fear.
He wanted to escape, but the space around Leon had already been sealed.
"Since you are unwilling to break free from your shackles voluntarily, I will give you a hand."
Leon's voice was still gentle, but his eyes turned cold.
Then, he gently clenched his five fingers.
"In the name of the Sun, I strip you of your contract with Hell!"
Buzz!!!
The golden runes transformed into countless chains of light, rapidly shooting towards the Ghost Rider.
The runes ignored the Hellfire defense on him, directly penetrating into his skeleton!
"Ah ah ah!!!"
Piercing screams echoed across the wasteland!
The Ghost Rider's body twitched violently, and the Hellfire burning on his body began to rapidly extinguish.
After the flames receded, the grotesque skull slowly transformed back into Johnny Blaze's body.
Johnny writhed in pain on the ground; he could feel the contract deep within his soul being stripped away!
But how to describe it? The process was even more painful than being scorched in his hell!
But at the same time, he also felt a sense of relief.
The curse that had plagued him for years seemed to be disappearing?
Leon observed calmly, his face expressionless.
Stripping the Ghost Rider's contract might be a fantasy for others.
But for the Sun god, who was proficient in soul laws and whose power naturally countered Hell, it was merely a simple task.
Mephisto's little trick on Johnny's soul was basically insignificant in the face of the Rune Runes.
A few minutes later, the screams gradually ceased.
Johnny Blaze lay on the ground, gasping for breath, his body drenched in sweat.
Beside him, a wailing mass of black flames continuously twisted.
Around the flames, golden rune chains tightly bound it.
This was the Spirit of Vengeance, Zarathos's true form.
Having lost its host and the energy supply from Hell, it became very weak.
"Now, you are free, Johnny Blaze," Leon said faintly, glancing at Johnny on the ground.
Johnny struggled to lift his head, and suddenly, he didn't know what to say.
Was he truly free?
"As for you..." Leon turned his gaze to Zarathos, smiling slightly.
"I told you, I would bestow upon you true Fire."
After speaking, he extended his other hand, and a fireball once again appeared in his palm.
He flicked his finger.
The golden fireball flew towards the imprisoned Zarathos.
"No... don't...!"
Zarathos let out a terrified shriek.
He could feel that the power contained within that fireball could erase him.
However, his resistance was futile.
The golden flames ultimately merged into the black flames.
There was no explosion, no confrontation.
The golden flames, like clear water falling into ink, began to rapidly spread through the black flames.
The black flames began to fade, their impurities and negative emotions being purified and stripped away little by little, then transforming into sacred gold.
Zarathos's wails gradually turned into a sound similar to a moan.
Seeing this scene, Leon nodded with satisfaction.
He was remolding Zarathos.
He wanted to transform the Spirit of Vengeance of Hell into an emissary of the Sun god who would judge all evil!
This process would take some time.
After doing all this, Leon looked at the dodge charger beside him.
The three villains in the car had long since been scared stiff.
They had just witnessed these scenes and now didn't even have the courage to escape.
Leon slowly walked to the front of the car, a gentle smile returning to his face.
"Gentlemen, I think you must have many interesting stories you can share with me," He said, his gaze sweeping over the three.
"For example, about your Master, Blackheart, and his even more famous father, Mephisto."
...Meanwhile
Tony Stark's private jet had landed in the small Midwestern town.
Happy Hogan, dressed in a crisp suit, sunglasses on his face, walked off the plane with a serious expression.
Behind him were two equally well-dressed bodyguards.
Before their eyes was a quiet and peaceful town.
He looked at the address in his hand, his brows tightly furrowed.
"Are you sure it's here? Tony. Didn't you tell me to pick up two big shots who could destroy the World? They live here? What a joke? Do they usually destroy the World by mowing lawns?"
Happy complained to Tony through the communicator.
"Shut up, Happy," Tony's tired voice came through the communicator.
"Don't ask, just do as I say. Remember, be polite to them. Very polite. Otherwise, I can't guarantee your safety."
Happy shivered, not daring to ask any more questions.
He straightened his tie and led the bodyguards towards the White house at the address.
Soon, he saw Adam Bernard opening the door, and behind him, Bruce Banner, wearing glasses and looking refined.
Happy was dumbfounded.
These were the big shots
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