I’m just a Superman Chapter 130: : Ghost Rider

Consciousness returned from the dimension to the physical realm, and Li Wei's figure reappeared in Kama Taj, who had been away for less than half a day.

"Mage Gu Yi, your movements are too fast. I just told me a few minutes ago that I wanted to pilot the ceremony, and it started after a few minutes."

"I just found out that someone was stunned when they called me."

"But in fact things went well, isn't it." Gu Yi looked at the apprentices in the square who were contacting the new spells, with a slight smile on his face: "Look, how vigorous and energetic they are."

"That's because they are still young." Li Wei chuckled, "Waiting for them to live for a few hundred years, I guess Quan has become the same virtue as you."

"I see it very clearly. The more you masters, the more you learn and know, the more your emotions and thoughts will deviate from normal people's thoughts."

"That's because we can see through the nature and the laws of operation of this world." Gu Yi calmly said: "And, haven't you also turned off that extraordinary sensory ability? You are also worried about yourself over time. Will change from man to god."

"But unlike you, you can control it, but it is often difficult for wizards to control the energy in their own body, because it does not belong to them, which is inevitable."

"So this new spell system you created solves this problem?"

"No." Gu Yi shook his head: "Although the power you gave is very abundant, it does not belong to them."

"The essence of power is pure, but different people will have different ideas after getting it, and some of them may be on the wrong path."

"The borrowed system allows you to stop them when they go on a crooked path, but if you give them power, there may be more damage at that time."

"The demon gods in the outer dimension have turned their eyes to the earth. This kind of protective measures is necessary."

"What you think is really thoughtful, but why am I going to stop them?" Li Wei put forward a different opinion: "If there are more mages of the kind who go on a crooked road, I am afraid it will not be all day long. I have to stare at these wizards."

Li Wei’s idea is almost unexpected: "So I suggest that you can save some time playing games and come up with a more complete automatic identification mechanism, which can solve a lot of trouble for you."

"Your thoughts are better." Li Wei spit out, then picked up the teacup in front of him and drank it: "Okay, I get it."

"Do you have any other new magic plans recently?"

"Not for the time being." Gu Yi shook his head: "However, the demon of the crimson universe, Saitorak, left some power seeds on the earth."

"The temple will take action at the right time to clean up the impact of the residual power on reality, but if you are interested, you can also check it out in advance."

"There is one more thing I am considering."

"What's the matter?"

"I'm thinking about whether I should make some changes to the defense system of the Three Temples of New York, London, and Hong Kong left by Emperor Weishan. You may need your help."

"Change the defense system..."

Hearing this, Li Wei couldn't help thinking: "Now we are starting to make changes. Don't you think it's too fast? I remember not long ago you said that you want to make progress gradually."

"That's because I need to personally supervise the mages, but the temple defense system requires you to take action, so..."

When Gu Yi said this, Li Wei immediately understood: "So you are using me as a laborer when you are co-authoring."

With a rant, Li Wei still agreed: "I will go to the Hong Kong Temple in a while and update the temple system over there."

"In this way, the range that this temple can defend will include part of the Pacific Ocean and almost the entire Asia. Maybe it will have some influence on Europe."

"But the New York Temple in the Americas and the London Temple in Europe, these two temples are left to the Holy Land to repair by themselves."

"But I have another question. There is a temple in Asia, Europe, and the Americas. Why don't there be temples in Africa? Could it be...you are discriminating?" Li Wei looked at Gu Yi with a funny expression.

"Even in 2009, the total population of Africa was only about 700 million people, and the geographical location is special. Building a temple of the mage in such a place is of no use other than dispersing power."

Gu Yi's expression is very plain: "But if you want, I can also consider redesigning the current Three Temples into the Four Temples. What do you think of this?"

"What do you think? I'll sit and watch." Li Wei spit out, then shook his head: "African people have their own national conditions in Africa. It's not good for a foreigner like me to stand in the way."

"Wakanda's technology and comprehensive strength are not weak. People themselves are not willing to help African blacks, so I don't bother to care about those people."

"Let them entertain themselves there. Anyway, even without the protection of the temple, the Dimensional Demon will look down on the people there. The place outside the law is also a place of peace and harmony."

Anyone may show kindness to support the construction activities of the African people, but Li Wei will never do much.

After all, Wakanda, a country made up of black people, doesn't have the idea of ​​helping his compatriots. What if he is an outsider to intervene? Wouldn't it be okay to sit and watch.

And in that kind of place, except for Mephitus who occasionally harvests souls there, the other dimensional demon gods, large and small, have almost never put their power there. Obviously, they don’t look down on it’s hard work, kindness, unity and friendship. 'The people of Africa.

In the mutant world, the country of Wakanda once existed, but later died under Boll.

In this world, thanks to the convenience of Zhenjin bringing their materials, the technology they have has surpassed other countries that are struggling to seek material freedom.

But from Li Wei's point of view, even if these black uncles have technology, they are essentially similar to chimpanzees.

Speaking of people in any country outside, they will not believe that a country with advanced technology than the United States actually relies on hand-to-hand combat in wars and choosing the king and prince, but this is the true situation of Wakanda.

If it were not for the development dividends of vibrating gold and heart-shaped grass, Li Wei suspects that the final result of this country should be the same as other black tribes, ignorant and backward.

However, there are not so many in the world. If Wakanda has received the dividend, it has developed, and then happily abandons its compatriots in desperation and chooses to close the internal circulation to the outside world.

Li Wei of the Chinese cultural circle can't understand what these people are thinking, but since they have already survived, he doesn't need to destroy the country.

Furthermore, after Gu Yi's reminder, he now thinks of the **** lord Mephitus who had met him before.

Compared with dimensional demon gods like Domam and Weishandi, the entanglement between the **** demon Mephitus and the earth has never been severed in thousands of years of history.

Thanks to the unique relationship between the earth and the **** dimension, even if there is an ancient guardian, Mephitus can always come to the earth world with various reasons and methods, and then try to get away some souls. , Or leave one or two pieces.

The ancient pair did not agree with this behavior, but because of the connection between the worlds, she could only take action to block Murphytos' actions in a few cases.

The evil spirits who run out of **** from time to time, the evil spirit knight who masters the power of fire and judgment, and even the **** witch Carrie who was sent back to **** by Li Wei not long ago, these existences are all the masterpieces of Mephitus.

For Levy, a temple defense system can easily stop those dimensional demon gods in the outer dimension, but this definitely does not include Mephitus in the **** dimension.

So, in order to prevent the world from being destroyed and to protect the peace of the world, he needs to go to **** to talk to the demon king.

As for how to accurately enter the **** dimension without dimensional coordinates instead of other small worlds similar to the **** dimension... he already has a clever plan in his mind.

......

Wiley Playground, Texas. (The place name is made up, don’t care about the timeline)

The night falls, but the carnival in the playground has just begun.

In the frantic cheers, the motors roared under the dazzling lights, and the red-necked cowboys holding wine glasses in their hands seemed hoarse. Looking at the motorcycles in the field, their eyes were full of excitement.

As an adult-oriented playground, the performance of Willy Playground during the day may be worthy of the three words of playground, but at night, this place is convenient for those red-necked people to vent and revel in an important place.

And in those exciting shows, the most exciting thing for these cowboys is undoubtedly the best driver Johnny Blaise's speed performance.

Drinking spirits, sitting with a group of like-minded people, watching those brave motorcyclists driving the noble and lofty pedals of the roaring vehicle, making difficult movements one after another in the air.

Then land smoothly, or crash directly, no matter what you see, it can greatly stimulate the nerves of these cowboys.

Of all the drivers, the most popular one is the best driver Johnny Blaise.

As a legend in the stunt motorcycle industry, Johnny always performs the most challenging stunts in the most dangerous places, and even if he fails or crashes, he can always survive the death again and again. .

This also allowed those fans who are keen on stunt motorcycles to give him a new nickname-Crazy Undead Knight.

Boom——

The blast of the motor blasted in everyone's ears, and under the dazzling lights, Johnny drove his mount up the ramp without hesitation.

Release the grip of the grip, and in the hot eyes of the audience, the motorcycle and Johnny's figures are spinning up in the air, until he is about to fall to the ground, he re-holds the handle and grabs himself back to the bench. , And then hit the ground heavily.

Bang——

The high-speed rotating wheels rubbed on the sand, and a dust was thrown up. The body was slightly inclined, and the much-anticipated motorcycle flipped out in an instant.

Behind, Johnny didn't know when he had left the mount like a wild horse, standing quietly, enjoying the cheers of the surrounding audience like a wave.

Since he lost his father and betrayed girlfriend a few years ago, only this kind of life can bring some unique stimulation to his soul.

No!

Another activity in the middle of the night can also make him feel another meaning of his existence.

Happy hours are always short. When a performance is over, the Willy Playground will finally close.

Outside an RV in the amusement park, he took out a wad of banknotes from his pocket and handed it to Johnny. The owner of the amusement park looked at Johnny with a smile: "Hey, Johnny, is it time for the next stunt? ?"

"You know, those crazy cowboys just like your performance. I think we should establish a long-term cooperative relationship. What do you think?"

"No." Thinking of his other identity, Johnny squeezed out a smile and rejected this attractive offer: "I think this situation is pretty good now. As for the next performance, I want to take a break. What do you think of the time set on the 13th?"

"Of course there is no problem." Willie agreed without hesitation, with some regrets on his face: "It's a pity Johnny, if we cooperate, your technology and my promotion, you are completely possible Become the most famous stunt driver in the entire United States."

"At that time, you will have the opportunity to participate in more major events instead of staying in Texas."

"Those **** politicians, they don't even know to do a good thing. Those Mexicans have to use the border as a sieve. The drugs are so crowded that I can't even do a cannabis business now."

Willie complained to himself, but Johnny's eyes lit up a little: "Mexican drug lord..."

As a ghost rider who signed a contract with the devil, Johnny has gained a lot, but also lost a lot, and he has a more important task-harvesting souls.

Although he has always had one and only one response to this task, and barely stabilized it above the KPI qualification line, this is not a simple matter.

There are many evil people in this world, but it is illegal to kill in human society, even if he is a ghost rider.

In order to prevent the evil rider's sideline from affecting his motorcycle performance, Johnny needs to run a long distance as an indicator every time.

This break is actually to complete this month’s KPI indicators, so as to prevent that Mephitus from getting a reason to come to him.

He tried to use the contract to get rid of the devil before, but now he has no such idea.

At his level, he can't even play a lawyer in the human world, not to mention the devil who has studied contracts for thousands of years.

All the loopholes he thought turned out to be traps left by the devil.

He tried to take advantage of the loopholes before, and the end result was that he got himself a **** KPI like now!

If he can't finish it~IndoMTL.com~, the evil demon will come up in person, and then forcefully harvest a large number of evil souls according to the contract.

In order to prevent the devil from coming up to harvest more souls, Johnny can only do what the contract says.

This time, Johnny set his sights on the drug lord in Mexico.

Willie provided him with a lot of useful information—the border line like a sieve, the wicked drug lords, and the Mexicans who are increasingly active.

Plus that Mexico is not the United States, there is a natural barrier between the police system between the two countries.

From that perspective, crossing the border to harvest those poisonous souls is an excellent choice.

Even if he was born in a free share, he also knows that none of the drug dealers is not a heinous person. Compared to working in the country, Mexico clearly has a much higher work efficiency.

His eyes flickered, and Johnny's heart even figured out how to turn the Mexican border into a stable soul harvesting place.