Sumire almost couldn't hold back a laugh.
So classic... the Penance Stare has indeed failed yet again!
Ghost Rider's Penance Stare is indeed very strong, a single-target instant-kill divine skill by rule, but it lives by the rules and dies by the rules.
Precisely because there are rules, it has many loopholes, failing almost as often as it succeeds.
If the enemy has no soul or is some kind of natural disaster or conceptual Incarnation, they cannot be judged.
Or if the enemy has more than one conscious entity, like Venom and massacre, the effect of the Penance Stare becomes unstable.
Of course, there are many other reasons, such as Thanos in certain events; because his heart was too twisted, he also neutralized the Penance Stare. Or a super cheat like Captain Marvel—despite the painful process, she actually ended up absorbing the power.
And the most ridiculous... Daredevil, being blind, cannot fulfill the "eye contact" condition, so the Penance Stare cannot be triggered... Lawyer Ma: Are you being polite?
Sumire didn't know which category Makima fell into, but clearly, the Penance Stare had failed on her too.
Ghost Rider was stunned.
The current Johnny is far from being as experienced as in the comics, so his failures have been few and far between; the Penance Stare had only failed once before when facing Mephisto's soulless son, Blackheart... also known as the Blackheart monster in the comics.
On that burning skull face, a rare look of existential bewilderment appeared.
How is this possible?
Why would the Penance Stare be ineffective?
As expected of a cunning demon... Ghost Rider was momentarily overcome with shame and rage.
Since the soul cannot be burned, then burn this filthy flesh to ash!
"Roar—!!!"
He stopped using the Penance Stare and instead tightened the chains like a madman.
Hellfire erupted without reservation, the temperature instantly climbing to thousands of degrees.
"Ugh..." Makima finally made a sound, but it was more like the sound of air being squeezed out.
Boom!
Under absolute high-temperature physical destruction, there is no reasoning to be had.
Makima's body instantly caught fire, her skin disintegrating like scorched paper, her flesh turning to ash in the flames, and even her bones were instantly reduced to powder.
A few seconds later.
Only a pile of smoldering embers remained on the ground... Meanwhile.
New York, Hells Kitchen.
In a booth of a high-end nightclub, one of Fisk's subordinates was laughing while holding a model.
Suddenly, his expression changed, and orange-red flames erupted from inside his body without warning.
"Aaaah! Help! Fire! Fire!"
Under the terrified gazes of those around him, he was burned to a crisp in just a few seconds.
The demon contract Makima signed with Fisk took effect—
Any damage dealt to Makima would be converted into an illness or accident for one of Fisk's subordinates... Texas, the Wilderness highway.
From that pile of embers, a scalp-numbing sound of wriggling flesh suddenly emerged.
Ghost Rider, about to ride away, suddenly turned his head.
He saw the most bizarre scene of his life—the ashes on the ground gathered like a movie playing in reverse, flesh growing out of thin air, bones reconstructing, and in just the blink of an eye, the red-haired woman who should have been dead stood there perfectly intact.
Makima in Johnny's eyes—tell me, isn't it scary... [villainess value +53]
[simulation value +178]
Evil! So damn evil!
Ghost Rider had never seen such an opponent, and for a moment, his hair stood on end... if he had any right now... compared to a skinless monster like himself, Ghost Rider felt that the human-skinned monster before him was even more terrifying... Makima's clothes were scorched and broken, sticking to her body like carbon flakes, their original style barely recognizable.
Makima patted her clothes; her colored contacts had long since been burned to ash.
She looked at the skeleton monster before her with those golden ringed eyes, frowning slightly.
She had to admit that Ghost Rider was indeed very troublesome.
Physical attacks would be repaired, and Control was useless.
Although Ghost Rider's Penance Stare was also ineffective, his Hellfire could still cause substantial damage to Makima.
"In that case..." The space around Makima seemed to warp for a moment.
"Quanxi-chan, help me."
With her soft call, a figure appeared out of thin air beside her.
Quanxi is purely a big pervert; even while being controlled, her hands aren't being honest—where is she touching?
Silver-white short hair, an eye patch covering one eye, and several long swords on her back.
Quanxi was summoned once again, looking around in confusion until her gaze landed on the flaming skeleton frame in front of her.
"What is this?"
Quanxi drew the long sword from her back, her tone flat: "It's a demon I haven't seen before..."
[villainess value +14]
"Demons?! You are the demons!"
Quanxi's appearance alone immediately triggered Ghost Rider's keywords, making him fly into a rage.
"How dare you insult me like this..."
Ghost Rider was getting desperate.
"Hell's scum!!"
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