Ghost Rider, Immortal Body

In the blink of an eye, they returned to Triskelion Headquarters, where chaos lay before them.

Fighting had broken out everywhere, with the largest battlefield in the sky.

A Quinjet wreathed in Hellfire charged recklessly through the air. The black-tech fighter jet worth hundreds of millions of dollars instantly became a flying go-kart, forcibly slamming another Quinjet until sparks flew and it crashed down with a thunderous boom.

Itself, however, was practically unharmed.

The source of Ghost Rider’s power was Hellfire, equivalent to Old Wang’s True Qi. Whether it was dimensional travel or the Eye of Judgment, both required it to function. As its most common application, Hellfire could also demonize other substances.

Ghost Rider’s well-known rides included horses, motorcycles, and sports cars. Less well-known ones included dinosaurs, mammoths, tractors, and even the ridiculously powerful Celestials.

As long as he had enough power, Ghost Rider seemingly could demonize anything—

Whether machinery or flesh-and-blood lifeforms, neither posed a problem.

There was only what you could not imagine, never what Ghost Rider could not do.

That was just how imba he was.

Robbie’s first ride had been a Dodge Charger.

At first, although he could demonize the Dodge Charger, his power had been weak. The tiny bit of Hellfire on his body could not even be shaped into a fireball and fired away from him. Only the Dodge Charger’s four tires burned—

It was not because the production crew lacked funding, but because he had too little fire.

But now, after killing so many people, his strength had far surpassed what it once was. He could even demonize a Quinjet many times larger than the Dodge Charger. The entire aircraft was ablaze, and its form had changed as well.

Even from so far away, Old Wang could hear the Spirit of Vengeance’s clamor and sense its pride and showiness.

If Old Wang had not advanced just as rapidly, raising his strength to a new level after activating "Eternal Blessing of Azeroth" and still firmly suppressing the Spirit of Vengeance, that fellow probably would have long since been unable to hold back and controlled Robbie into grinding Old Wang into the ground.

"Too much. It’s actually using cheats…" Old Wang shook his head.

He had rushed back from thousands of miles away out of kindness, only to run into someone stealing the spotlight. What a bore.

Ghost Rider drew most of the firepower. The other two Quinjets silently reached the battlefield, and Black Widow, Hawkeye, Coulson, and the others led more than a hundred secret agents from Feuerstein Base, along with people from over a dozen other secret bases, in an attack against Hydra’s forces.

Though they were the weakest Super Heroes, Black Widow and Hawkeye’s performances were still eye-catching.

With full equipment, either of them could fight their way in and out alone amid the complex environment of Triskelion Headquarters and the current chaos, much less now that they had joined forces.

Hawkeye’s arrows in particular were absolutely more accurate than Bullseye’s, perhaps even comparable to the High Elf rangers of World of Warcraft. He truly was extraordinarily gifted.

They quickly broke into the headquarters building. It would not be long before they took control of the situation.

"Looks like I’m not needed?"

Old Wang felt the absurdity of Why was I born when Liang already existed? and said softly, "Calling Robbie."

There was no response.

Clearly, Robbie had already transformed into Ghost Rider. He either could not hear him or had no time to respond.

That kid had gotten cocky!

Helplessly, Old Wang could only say again, "Calling Egghead."

A few seconds later, a voice carrying the scent of coal came through. "Master Wang, I’m in the command center. I’m safe."

"What a pity."

Old Wang was about to ask about the specifics when the communicator’s AI voice suddenly sounded in his ear. "Incoming call request: Skye."

"Wait a moment."

Old Wang switched to Skye’s communication channel and immediately heard an urgent voice. "Wang, Zola’s orders have gone out. The missiles targeting everyone in the database have had their launches canceled, and more than half of the missiles targeting Triskelion Headquarters have also been canceled. But one launch base hasn’t responded. I suspect…"

"No need to suspect."

Old Wang looked up at the sky and said quietly, "What was supposed to come has already arrived."

A missile came from the east, launched from somewhere at sea.

Old Wang did not know whether it had been fired by a destroyer, an aircraft carrier, or some aircraft.

He only knew that he could not stop it.

This missile was far faster than those in San Juan, reaching at least Mach 4. No matter how strong Old Wang was, he could neither catch up to it nor intercept it. But he could at least calculate its trajectory, exchange for Teleportation as he had last time, and send the missile somewhere uninhabited.

The instant he heard Skye’s voice, Old Wang realized something was wrong. His mental power instantly covered more than half of Washington D.C., locating the missile over a dozen kilometers away, simulating its flight path, and determining its trajectory.

It took only a few seconds for him to roughly determine the impact point. He prepared to teleport there, open a portal, become a hero once more, and show off a little.

However, just as the portal was halfway open, Old Wang suddenly froze.

Someone was faster than him.

Looking up, he saw the Quinjet burning with Hellfire instantly turn into a streak of light and crash toward the missile.

"Are all people who drive Dodge Chargers this fierce?"

"Or are all those with immortal bodies this reckless?"

As his strength increased, the Spirit of Vengeance’s spiritual perception naturally continued to grow stronger. It was perfectly normal for it to discover the missile only a few seconds later than him.

But Robbie had actually flown the Quinjet straight at it without saying a word. That truly surprised Old Wang.

Sure enough, every generation of Ghost Rider was the embodiment of justice—at least, that was how they saw themselves.

More importantly, they genuinely were not afraid…

Stealing my spotlight again, Old Wang complained inwardly as he watched closely, ready to step in at any moment.

The Quinjet was extremely fast, especially after being demonized by Ghost Rider.

But no matter how fast it was, it could not match mental power.

In Old Wang’s perception, less than ten seconds later, the Quinjet collided with the missile.

The violent explosion unleashed a shockwave and turned the sky into an enormous firework, drawing countless eyes.

Without even realizing it, they had already taken a trip to the gates of hell.

Of course, not everyone was fortunate.

Although the missile had successfully detonated in the sky, the Quinjet had been blasted into countless fragments. When they fell, they would certainly cause many casualties. It was unavoidable, but Old Wang could only say "sorry" to those innocent people caught up in it.

So long as the battlefield remained on Earth, people’s safety could not be guaranteed.

It was not the fault of one person or some people. It was the price of an underdeveloped civilization.

For now, it was only Hydra. If the Chitauri or Kree ever launched a large-scale invasion, like the Battle of New York, it would not be merely hundreds or thousands who died.

The weak would be beaten. That was the sorrow of the weak.

Skye’s question came through his earpiece. Old Wang briefly explained the situation, and Skye immediately asked, "Robbie will be okay, right? That missile was powerful enough to blow all of Triskelion Headquarters into ruins!"

"Even if that were a nuclear bomb, it might not be able to kill Ghost Rider completely."

Looking at the Quinjet falling from the distant sky, Old Wang easily sensed the Spirit of Vengeance’s presence.

No matter how intense an explosion was, as long as it had nothing to do with magic, it would be difficult to truly harm it. And as long as it remained, Ghost Rider was immortal.

Although Robbie’s skeletal body had been blasted into many fragments, under the effects of Hellfire, they quickly assembled themselves and recovered at an astonishing speed. Before long, he would likely be back to normal.

He was absurdly tanky, even tankier than a mountain of flesh.

"That’s good."

Skye visibly breathed a sigh of relief, then continued, "Wang, we’ve identified the launcher. It was a destroyer in international waters, belonging to S.H.I.E.L.D. The launch order came from John Garrett."

John Garrett, a Level 8 Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., Hydra’s "Clairvoyant," and one of Pierce’s most trusted subordinates.

He was actually in international waters.

"Sitwell has company now."

A cold smile spread across Old Wang’s lips. "Send me the location, now!"