The once overbearing Ghost Rider now stumbled to the ground like a porcupine, countless crossbow bolts densely pinning his limbs and spine to the road, leaving him completely unable to move.
Sizzle—
Hellfire surged wildly within him, trying to melt those damned bolts and repair his damaged bones, but Quanxi gave him no such opportunity.
Whenever the fire just melted a bolt, before the wound could heal, three new bolts would come whistling in with a shrill sound, accurately pinning the same spot again.
The speed of repair was far from keeping up with the speed of destruction.
"Roar—!!!"
Ghost Rider was so enraged that the flames in his eye sockets flickered wildly. He let out a roar and tried to struggle to his feet.
But Makima simply tilted her finger slightly, and that mountain-like telekinetic force increased again, pressing his head heavily into the gravel, making even the act of looking up a luxury.
Ghost Rider continued to struggle, but under the combined suppression of two top-Tier devils, he could only vent his impotent rage.
[villainess value +275]
Ghost Rider's 1v1 ability was nearly unbeatable, and Hellfire was great for clearing out fodder, but facing a "righteous" gang-up by multiple strong enemies... he seemed a bit overwhelmed.
Sumire clicked her tongue in amazement. After this battle, Johnny was likely to have his spirit broken by these two bad women.
Ghost Rider had something to say too—how can you play like this? This is cheating!
The outcome was decided.
The current Ghost Rider had no goal and was in a daze; his strength was naturally far from his peak.
This gave Makima an opportunity to exploit.
Makima walked up to the Ghost Rider suppressed by Quanxi and tried to extend her chains again.
Snap!
But the moment the chains touched Ghost Rider, they were still repelled by that power of disgust and rejection.
Control, failed again.
"Still not working?" Sumire frowned.
He had clearly been defeated by Makima, so why couldn't he be controlled?
Could it be because of Quanxi's help, making him feel that Makima hadn't won the duel alone?
That shouldn't be it; Quanxi was now considered a part of Makima.
Or... was it because the Spirit of Vengeance itself had too high a Tier?
This was troublesome... Sumire and Makima's initial plan was to find a way to Control Ghost Rider before he had fully matured, turning him into their most loyal enforcer, just like Fisk.
And incidentally, leak some intel to boost Makima's performance record in S.H.I.E.L.D.
But now, they faced a difficult problem.
Since they couldn't Control him, what should they do?
Capture him? Hand him over to S.H.I.E.L.D.?
Sumire shook her head.
No, although Makima's status in S.H.I.E.L.D. would skyrocket, the problem was that Makima wasn't actually planning to work for S.H.I.E.L.D.
If S.H.I.E.L.D. actually recruited Ghost Rider, Nick Fury would have another trump card.
This wouldn't favor Makima's subsequent plan for a coup, not to mention she couldn't explain how a "weak woman" like herself caught such a monster single-handedly.
Once Ghost Rider woke up, he would definitely expose Makima being a devil to S.H.I.E.L.D.
By then, Makima and Ghost Rider's positions might completely flip.
Then... kill him?
First, completely killing Ghost Rider, let alone the Spirit of Vengeance inside him, was basically impossible.
Second, that would be too much of a waste.
Sumire still appreciated Ghost Rider, especially his look after turning into a skeleton; she wasn't so obsessed as to "destroy what she couldn't have."
Since Plan A wasn't working... they had to start Plan B.
So... what was Plan B?
By now, Johnny Blaze, pinned to the road, was at the end of his rope.
The Hellfire was frantically repairing his body, but the repeating crossbows on Quanxi's arms were already ready to fire.
Makima's cold gaze made him feel a bone-chilling cold.
Was it going to end?
To be devoured by two devils on this desolate highway?
Could he still not escape the clutches of devils... Just as Johnny felt despair...
Hum—
A sacred and pure platinum-gold light suddenly illuminated his skeletal face.
Ripples appeared in space as countless platinum-gold sparks spun to cut open a circular portal. A figure wearing deep red robes with brilliant blonde hair stepped out elegantly, startling everyone present.
In that moment, Johnny felt the Hellfire on his body shrink back as if encountering a natural enemy.
"Is it Angel...?"
A sense of relief flashed through Johnny's clouded consciousness.
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