[Marvel : The God Of Punishment] Chapter 81 - 85

Chapter 81: Ghost of Vengeance

Looking at Jason and Pepper standing in the hall, engaged in conversation as if no one else existed, Stark felt a chill creep into his heart.

I shouldn't be here.

Last night, after meeting the mysterious old man, Stark had experienced a sudden moment of clarity. He realized his true feelings and discovered that he had fallen in love with his secretary without even noticing it happening.

After spending the entire night in contemplation, he had decided to open up and tell Pepper everything. Even though he was facing imminent death from palladium poisoning, he didn't want to leave this world with regrets.

But he never expected this!

Seeing the two of them walking toward the exit with smiles on their faces, he quickly searched for a hiding place. Crouching behind a large decorative planter, watching them say goodbye and part ways, he suddenly had a mortifying realization: Damn, why am I acting like the other woman interfering in someone else's relationship?

Stark, who had only just regained his composure, collapsed emotionally once again. Forget it, I'll just be the sad clown crying in the corner.

This cruel and cold-blooded world has no room for true love, so I'll let my fragile existence fade away in this beautiful spring...

Back to the club!

Cue the music, time to dance!

What, no one's at the nightclub during daylight hours?

If I, Tony Stark, say there's someone there, then there's someone there!

In the early morning hours, Stark awakened in the middle of a tangle of naked bodies. He grabbed the nearest shirt and stumbled out of the nightclub.

As soon as he stepped through the doorway, a voice called out from behind him.

"Stark, want to make a deal?"

Looking back, he saw the same old man from before.

Last time, he had rejected the offer.

This time, he didn't refuse. "What do you want?"

"Your... soul!"

Stark flinched slightly.

The old man smiled and said, "Tomorrow morning, you'll be as healthy as a wild stallion, and this wonderful world will still be your playground! Make your decision, Stark."

He pulled an ancient-looking parchment from within his coat. "You just need to sign a contract with me."

Stark's eyes flickered with uncertainty before he took a deep breath. "I think I have nothing left to lose."

In the sky above, a bolt of lightning flashed dramatically.

Under the brilliant illumination, a human figure and a shadow with two horns protruding from its head merged into one.

"BOOM..."

Stark's sports car vanished around the corner at the end of the street.

The old man smiled, his eyes seeming to penetrate the city's towering buildings. "Let's see who the next soul marked by Wrath will be..."

In the backyard of Hopewell Sanctuary, Jason and Stark sat facing each other.

Stark had brought a box of strawberries.

Jason's expression froze momentarily before he couldn't help asking, "Did you just go see Pepper?"

Stark's gaze intensified. "It seems the relationship between you two is closer than I thought."

Jason rolled his eyes subtly and said, "If you've already been there, it means you're giving me the strawberries Pepper didn't want!"

Stark was thinking, I just visited Pepper, and you already know about it?

Bastard! You really are moving in on my territory!

Jason observed the slight changes in Stark's expression and a thought occurred to him.

This guy's aura seems drastically different?

Hasn't SHIELD told him how to solve the palladium poisoning yet?

Does Nick Fury want him to suffer both mentally and physically to improve his abilities?

"Stark, what do you want from me? Don't say you're here to repay a favor."

Stark remained silent for a moment. "I'm very interested in the Avengers you've formed."

Jason frowned slightly. Does Stark want to join the Avengers?

Something's off!

This guy is a second-generation prodigy with elite connections. Is Nick Fury trying to plant him as an undercover agent?

"Want to join?"

"No!"

Stark shook his head. "I quite agree with your philosophy. New York is my home, and we all need to protect it. I also want to contribute to my hometown, but not by joining you. You have all kinds of heroes here, with different abilities and different equipment needs. I'm willing to custom design a set of combat gear for every hero in the Avengers as a token of my support!"

Jason smiled and leaned back in his chair, saying with a hint of mockery, "Oh, the equipment you're talking about—isn't that the Iron Man Armor?"

Stark stared at him. "Want one?"

"Let me think."

"Sorry, that's not on offer."

Jason smiled and shook his head. "Forget it. Your weapons are too expensive, and my team is a bunch of rough fighters—they're not used to such sophisticated tech."

Stark shrugged without pressing the issue. "I'm just making a suggestion. It's entirely up to you whether you accept it or not."

He took out an elegantly crafted invitation and said, "Stark Industries is hosting a grand product launch in a few days. You're welcome to attend. There's a dance party after the presentation, and I've invited many ambitious young models and actress. You might enjoy it."

Stark smiled roguishly, put on the sunglasses from his chest pocket, stood up, and as he was about to leave, he suddenly paused.

"I saw the sapphire necklace you gave Pepper. It's beautiful. Strange that she and I have been together for so long, and I never thought to give her one. But I just ordered several—sapphires, rubies, emeralds—she can choose whatever she wants. They're much larger than yours."

Jason smiled helplessly and gave Stark a thumbs up. "Pepper is so lucky to have you!"

Jason didn't take Stark's visit too seriously.

He had been dealing with far more troublesome matters recently.

As everyone knows, things become exponentially more complicated once they involve government and politics.

Seeing the Avengers grow increasingly powerful and influential, certain individuals could no longer remain passive.

Representatives from the military, CIA, Senate, and House of Representatives made trips to the White House every few days, all attempting to gain control over the Avengers team.

Jason was forced to attend several interrogation sessions where groups of officials surrounded him, bombarding him with endless questions. The experience was beyond frustrating—truly infuriating.

His small notebook was nearly filled with names.

Every day was consumed with meeting people, remembering faces, and managing connections.

The Fraternity's mission list had grown into a substantial stack.

This superhero business was really not worth the trouble.

Fortunately, he was just playing a role.

This tedious existence continued uninterrupted until a skull wreathed in flames made its appearance.

Johnny Blaze, the Ghost Rider.

Another superhero with a tragic life story.

The reason Johnny had been awakened by Mephisto, fulfilled his contract, and transformed into the Ghost Rider was entirely because of Mephisto's disappointing son, Blackheart.

When the son matured, he sought to kill his father.

Johnny was unwillingly dragged into this supernatural family conflict.

But the most crucial element in this entire situation was the Saint Vanganza Contract.

And this contract was hidden in the cemetery where the previous Ghost Rider, Carter Slade, was buried.

The strategy was clear: find Johnny first, then locate the cemetery, and you would possess the key to resolving the entire situation.

Jason maintained a strong interest in the powers of hell, such as Old Mephisto or the Blackheart Demon.

He was even intrigued by the minor demons recruited by Blackheart—the Air Demon and the Water Demon.

These references helped him understand how much he could potentially gain from his plan to launch an assault on hell itself.

He quickly tracked down Johnny Blaze's whereabouts, finding him detained at a police station.

This part was simple.

One phone call and he dispatched someone directly.

Simultaneously, the cemetery's location was discovered. After all, Ghost Rider had visited there just the previous night, so his team merely needed to follow the trail.

That evening, Jason, along with Wolverine, Colossus, Storm, and other Avengers, extracted Johnny from police custody and set out for the cemetery together.

Johnny sat beside Jason, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. He had heard about the Avengers' reputation.

Jason studied him and said, "You've experienced the power residing within you, right? How does it feel?"

"Uh... not good. Pretty terrible, actually."

"It's normal to feel uncomfortable initially. But what matters is what kind of person you want to be. A hero or a coward."

Johnny was taken aback. Be a hero? This possibility had never crossed his mind.

Being a coward was a choice only fools would make.

Jason pressed on, his voice steady and firm.

"The power inside you is overwhelming—enough to judge every sinner and bring order to chaos. But have you ever heard the saying, ‘With great power comes great responsibility’? If you choose the path of justice, that power won’t set you free... it’ll bind you. It won’t be your wings—it’ll be your shackles."

Johnny's heart jolted at these words. With great power comes great responsibility? power isn't wings, but shackles?

Seeing him deep in thought, Jason nodded. "If you decide to become a hero, my first piece of advice is to stay away from your girlfriend, Roxanne."

"Why... why would I do that?"

Johnny was shocked. The love of his youth, whom he had abandoned once before, and whom he had found again in middle age—now he was being told to give her up again?

"I've known many people like you, Johnny—individuals with extraordinary powers and the intention to save the world. But no matter how careful they are, they inevitably affect those closest to them. Want to know what happens? Some lose their uncles, some their aunts, some their lovers, and others their best friends. Destiny cannot be deceived. To be a hero means to also be a loner."

"I..."

Johnny retreated into silence.

So the first requirement for being a hero is the death of your entire family? He didn't want to be this kind of miserable guy!

"Mr. Jason, do you have any way to... remove this demonic power from me?"

Jason's mouth curved into a slight smile. "I believe... there should be a way, Johnny."

"Great, now we'll—"

"Don't rush, Johnny. The sun hasn't set yet. The power within you remains dormant. We need to wait a bit longer."

Johnny was startled but nodded in understanding.

"Screech!"

The car halted in front of the cemetery, and Johnny suddenly realized he had been here before.

Jason, Johnny, and the others located the old caretaker.

The first words Jason spoke upon meeting him were: "Old knight, please surrender the contract. After all, you wouldn't want Blackheart to claim it, would you?"

If Johnny Blaze hadn't been with them, Old Carter would have nearly transformed on the spot.

After a brief conversation, despite Jason's declaration that he represented the Avengers—superheroes who protected the world—Old Carter stubbornly refused to hand over the contract.

He insisted that this was a matter between hell and heaven, and earthly heroes had no business interfering.

Jason pulled Johnny forward and said, "Old Carter, this is the new Ghost Rider. Are you still hesitant to entrust the contract to him? He was carefully selected and approved by Mephisto himself. If you don't trust me, why not place your faith in him?"

Unfortunately, Old Carter remained resolute, pursing his lips and shaking his head.

Jason sighed in resignation. "Alright, alright, you can keep the contract. I have a small favor to ask—would you be willing to help me?"

Old Carter hesitated and asked, "What is it?"

"Where's your tool shed? I'd like to borrow a shovel!"

Old Carter's expression immediately transformed in alarm.

Chapter 82: God, You've Failed Me

Old Carter's eyes widened. "How do you know about that?"

Jason smiled slightly. "What, no one told you I'm a priest?"

He gestured toward the angel statue in the cemetery. "You are protected by angels, and I am guided by God!"

Old Carter looked skeptical at best.

Jason snapped his fingers, and the Avengers immediately surrounded the old man. "Clang~" Wolverine's adamantium claws extended with a metallic ring.

Johnny Blaze's expression shifted to something between disbelief and concern. Damn, is this guy actually a superhero or just a career criminal? Are you seriously planning to intimidate an old man with a whole team?

"Old Carter, first of all, I have nothing against you personally. I just believe you can't protect the contract. For the safety of the entire world, I'm convinced that only I can ensure it doesn't fall into demonic hands. As long as you surrender the contract, we won't lay a finger on you!"

Old Carter's beard quivered with indignation.

Just then, the sun completely set behind the horizon, and darkness began to claim the sky.

Suddenly, a bone-chilling wind swept through the cemetery.

"He's here!"

"He's coming!"

Jason and Old Carter spoke almost simultaneously.

Who's here? Johnny looked around in confusion.

At that moment, a pale-faced man materialized in the shadows beneath a massive oak tree beyond the cemetery's iron gates.

Seeing the gathering before him, uncertainty flickered in his eyes, but he still addressed Johnny directly: "Johnny Blaze, if you want to save your woman, exchange her for the Saint Vanganza Contract!"

Having delivered his ultimatum, he vanished like smoke.

Johnny stood frozen for a beat, eyes blazing with fury before he snapped. "You son of a bitch! Damn it! You didn’t even say where the damn drop’s supposed to be! You wanna play games?! Fine—then tell me where the hell I can find you!"

"Alright, calm down. He just crawled up from hell and isn't experienced with kidnapping SOP (Standard of Operation). It's understandable," Jason said, frowning slightly.

The plot point involving Roxanne's abduction had come early. Originally, Blackheart was supposed to capture Roxanne after Johnny kills the Wind Demon tonight.

Jason had planned to secure the contract first, then manipulate Johnny into surrendering the Spirit of Vengeance voluntarily to enhance his own powers, before figuring out how to deal with the contract.

Now it seemed they had to go to San Vanganza.

With this in mind, Jason turned to Old Carter. "Tell me, why do Mephisto and Blackheart covet this contract so desperately?"

Old Carter's lips moved as if he wanted to speak but hesitated.

Jason shook his head. "If you remain silent, you're essentially signing both Johnny and his girlfriend's death warrants."

Old Carter glared at him, then sighed heavily. "Using this contract, one can command the thousand powerful evil spirits entrenched in Saint Vanganza."

"A thousand evil spirits? What's their purpose?"

"In the human world, they're merely malevolent entities, but in hell, they can be transformed into a thousand mighty battle demons under the command of the Demon King! With this army of war demons, Mephisto can expand his dominion, invade the human realm, and subjugate rival lords. If Blackheart gains control of these battle demons and uses them as a foundation to recruit more, he'll possess a formidable army of hell. He'll immediately ascend to power in the infernal hierarchy!"

Jason nodded with sudden understanding. "No wonder they value this contract so highly."

Johnny furrowed his brow, visibly perplexed. "How can a thousand human souls possess such immense power?"

Old Carter shook his head solemnly. "A thousand evil spirits doesn't mean merely a thousand souls. At its height, San Vanganza hosted twenty-seven thousand of the most devoted believers!"

Jason's eyes widened in shock. "Why are there only a thousand remaining?"

"San Vanganza, once a holy sanctuary, has fallen from grace."

"What happened?"

A distant look crossed Old Carter's eyes, mingled with profound fear.

"In its golden age, San Vanganza was a place of miracles. All believers felt honored to be baptized and pray to God within its walls. One year, a plague swept across the land, and people flocked to the holy city seeking sanctuary. But what they brought wasn't just disease—they brought deceit, theft, murder, conspiracy, rape, avarice, and envy!

The bishop at the time prayed to God for deliverance. But who answered his prayers..."

"Was it Mephisto?" Jason interjected.

Old Carter paused before confirming, "Yes. He gave the bishop a perverse oracle, which the bishop foolishly believed. A witch hunt for devils commenced throughout the city. Following the bishop's edicts, some were forced to murder their wives and daughters with their own hands, others had to kill their parents, and some slew their beloved. People descended into madness.

The bishop realized his catastrophic error and confessed to God for three days and nights. He sought not forgiveness but salvation for his lost flock. However, the corruption and degradation in the city exceeded even his imagination. Because the plague never existed. It was always Mephisto."

Jason's brow furrowed deeply. "Why didn't God respond?"

"I don't know," Old Carter admitted, shaking his head. He hesitated before adding, "Perhaps... He simply doesn't care."

"God doesn't care?"

"God doesn't care," Old Carter repeated with finality.

Jason nodded, intrigued despite himself. "Continue, please."

"The bishop eventually realized prayer was futile. So he performed a blasphemous ritual against God. Suddenly, divine wrath was unleashed."

Jason remained silent.

Johnny fell silent, and all the Avengers stood in somber quiet.

Wolverine suddenly spoke up, "Father Jason, what's your take on this?" Jason opened his mouth and shot daggers at him with his eyes.

"God dispatched an angel to assess whether the place deserved salvation."

Hearing this, Jason breathed slightly easier. "See? God didn't immediately start massacring innocent people!"

"The angel assumed mortal form. Upon arriving at San Vanganza, he was horrified by the depravity he witnessed. But immediately, he was seized by the residents and imprisoned. Mephisto had already exposed his arrival!

An angel, even in mortal guise, possesses tremendous power. His pure soul manifested in a perfect physical form—the most beautiful voice, the most flawless body. His blood could cure any ailment, his touch could pacify tormented souls, his... every aspect was mesmerizing.

But greed is the original sin.

They began to crave more.

The angel screamed, wailed, moaned, fought, and pleaded for mercy... All the vilest and most debased acts occurred there, in the hellish San Vanganza!"

Jason swallowed hard, suddenly regretting having heard this tale.

"When the angel failed to return, God sensed something was amiss. He sent forth a war angel with orders to locate the first angel and let him conduct judgment. San Vanganza's fate would rest on a single verdict."

Old Carter sighed deeply. "Mephisto again informed the residents of this.

When the war angel arrived at San Vanganza, he searched every corner but found nothing. Yet the essence of angels permeated every part of the city. Even... on every person!"

Old Carter's expression turned ghastly. "Worthy of being a holy city indeed. Divine radiance touched every soul!"

"Gulp!"

Wolverine swallowed audibly.

"God's fury was unprecedented. He pronounced the most severe punishment: He would abandon this city! Thus, San Vanganza transformed into a literal hell on earth. Countless demons reveled in it, while endless evil proliferated. Even the demons of actual hell couldn't bear to witness the atrocities.

Within just one month, mere thousands survived... while twenty thousand tormented, deranged souls remained! Heaven rejected them, and Hell took sadistic pleasure in their suffering. Then, these souls began consuming one another. Until finally, all of San Vanganza lay in ruins, with only a thousand evil spirits enduring eternal torment!"

After hearing the complete account, everyone remained silent.

Jason cleared his throat. "Well, I should confess—I lied about being a priest. The credentials are fraudulent. I'm not actually acquainted with God..."

Wolverine raised his middle finger at him. "You're a Knight of God, quit bullshitting!"

Damn it, I never expected that before I could embarrass God, He'd deliver such an epic face-plant first!

At this point, Carter turned to Johnny. "I understand that woman might mean everything to you. However, under no circumstances can this contract fall into Mephisto and Blackheart's possession. I hope you comprehend this!"

"Come on, old man, it's not your girlfriend trapped in limbo, is it? Just hand over the contract and mind your own business. I'm the Avenger specializing in supernatural threats. I'll handle this situation! Wolverine, make the call!"

Jason's confidence wasn't unfounded. Considering these evil spirits—what was their most formidable characteristic? Existing in intangible soul form, making physical damage nearly ineffective. But fortunately, the two most powerful telepaths in the world both belonged to his Avengers. Plus, his and Johnny's Hellfire possessed the ability to directly judge souls, so this shouldn't be too challenging. After all, this was Earth, not hell!

Several hours later, complete darkness had fallen.

Jason and his team arrived at San Vanganza.

The group included Jason, Johnny, Professor X, Jean Grey, Wolverine, Storm, Cyclops, and several others.

As Charles stepped into the devastated city, a wave of psychic agony struck him. He staggered slightly, his voice grim and heavy.

"So many fractured minds... the anguish, the madness—it’s overwhelming. My God... such darkness festers here."

Wolverine gave him a sidelong glance, eyes cold with bitter understanding—a look that said loud and clear, "Yeah, Chuck... if there’s a God, He’s got one hell of a mean streak."

Charles: ?

Jason shook his head. "Don't ask. I'd rather have never heard that story!"

Soon, everyone reached a partially collapsed structure. From its architecture, it appeared to be an abandoned church.

Jason led the way inside.

Blackheart stood with his back to the entrance. Hearing footsteps, he didn't turn around. Instead, he gazed at the shattered cross before him and spoke calmly: "I've been expecting you for quite some time, Johnny Blaze."

He turned, his face distorting with surprise. "Do you actually believe you can prevail through sheer numbers? And... you brought an elderly cripple?"

Johnny's expression remained stoic. "Where is Roxanne?"

"Where is the contract?"

Johnny produced a yellowed parchment scroll, and avarice immediately gleamed in Blackheart's eyes.

He dragged a woman from behind the rubble. "Simultaneous exchange. One hand for the person, the other for the goods."

Johnny glanced at Jason, who gave him a subtle nod.

Johnny stepped forward cautiously, extending the contract while pulling Roxanne into his protective embrace.

After completing the transaction, he quickly retreated.

Blackheart unleashed a maniacal laugh, unfurled the scroll, and chanted an incomprehensible incantation. The surroundings transformed instantly.

Debris whirled through the air, and darkness consumed everything!

Chapter 83: The Devil's Symphony

New York, Midtown Financial Building

Since the last demonic invasion, this location had been strictly controlled. The entire building stood abandoned, surrounded by high metal barriers. In the first-floor lobby, several guards passed the time, bored out of their minds.

Suddenly, several dark shapes flashed past. When they turned to check on their fellow guards, they discovered each had an arrow protruding from their necks.

One guard stumbled toward the alarm panel, only to collapse as an arrow pierced his knee. Throughout the hall, every guard had fallen to their knees, clutching their throats in terror, trying to speak but producing no sound.

With their final breath, they witnessed two figures materialize in the dim lobby.

"Your accuracy is improving."

"Previously, I aimed with my eyes. Now, I aim with my heart!"

The two figures descended to the second basement tier via the stairwell, where the Snakeroot Priests had performed their demonic ritual.

One figure closed his eyes, sensing the environment, before announcing with satisfaction: "The dimensional barrier here is significantly weaker than elsewhere. This requires far less energy than anticipated."

"Then let's begin."

Edge of New York City, Frost's Blood Demon Altar

In the center of the underground altar stood a figure cloaked in black. To everyone's astonishment, the surrounding bleachers were packed with... vampires to be precise.

Even more shocking was that all these vampires knelt in defeat—clearly prisoners of war! Behind them stood a row of grotesque yet terrifying... demons!

The cloaked figure raised his arms and bellowed, "Execute them!"

Instantly, the demons raised their blades and began decapitating vampires one by one. Rivers of blood flowed across the altar as dark magical energy surged.

The figure laughed maniacally. "Come forth, forces of hell! I've prepared a magnificent feast for you!"

Avengers Base, Hudson River

A spider-like mechanical construct burst from the water's surface. Atop the metallic creature, a slender pole extended, supporting a surveillance camera. After confirming the area was clear, the mechanical spider traversed to relatively solid ground.

Its back panels suddenly opened, assembling into large platforms. Upon the surface, an intricate hexagram pattern manifested.

The hexagram blazed with light as a small platform rose from its center, bearing crystalline white sand.

"Poof!"

The sand scattered into the air, creating a pale mist. Within the haze, faint blue luminescence flickered sporadically.

San Vanganza

As Blackheart spoke the final incantation: "All souls, come to me!"

A violent black tempest erupted around them. Throughout the crumbling ruins, countless malevolent spirits coiled within dense obsidian fog, circling above the church. Their wails and howls seemed to embody all earthly evil in solid form.

Jason and his team felt an existential dread wash over them at the sight. They finally comprehended the true meaning of hell on earth.

Professor X released the slightest probe of his power before breaking into cold sweat. "They... they're... Oh, God!"

Wolverine unsheathed his adamantium claws with a metallic snikt, eyes narrowing as he watched the swirling evil spirits. He sneered, voice low and rough.

"Save the prayers, Professor. No point lettin’ God watch the mess He made finally do its job."

Evil spirits soared through the air, some diving directly into Blackheart, merging with his essence.

Jason sighed and mused aloud, "Why not me? I also possess a powerful and attractive body."

At that moment, Jean spoke up. "Their howling... seems repetitive..."

The Professor furrowed his brow, closed his eyes in concentration, then suddenly opened them.

"I could only decipher fragments. They seem to be pleading for... absolution... the flesh... agony... and... devils."

Wolverine shook his head grimly. "They're begging God for forgiveness. Tragically, they don't realize that God Himself played a role in their torment, so how can He absolve them?"

Professor X frowned deeply. "What exactly are you insinuating about God?"

Wolverine took a steadying breath. "You can read my thoughts."

The Professor hesitated before nodding reluctantly. Those privy to the tale exchanged knowing glances but remained silent. Jason watched the Professor, anticipating his reaction.

Sure enough, the Professor's complexion drained of color as he coughed violently. "Logan!"

At that instant, the airborne evil spirits began streaming collectively into Blackheart's form. He cackled with delight as he felt his power surge.

"Hahaha, magnificent, so magnificent! Father! You could never have foreseen that I would acquire such tremendous power! This is enough to dethrone you, and now it's mine! Just wait—I'll dominate Hell, and even you will have to bow before me!"

After howling triumphantly at the sky, Blackheart regarded the heroes before him with dismissive amusement.

A contemptuous smirk crossed his features. "You truly believe you can defeat me? You don't even qualify to serve as my underlings!"

Jason blinked in surprise. Have you always been this delusional?

Do you realize who you're facing?

The great savior of New York, the host of the Phoenix Force, humanity's most powerful telepath, and...

Several other exceptionally formidable beings!

Jason turned to Charles and Jean, pointed to his head, and commanded, "You two, restrain him mentally!"

With that declaration, he surged forward.

Blackheart formed a cruel smile, about to unleash his evil spirit power with a gesture...

But nothing happened! The evil spirits within him seemed frozen. How was this possible?

Before he could process this, a fist connected with his face, sending him flying backward.

Jason closed the distance in three strides, mounting Blackheart and pounding his face with clenched fists.

From behind, the Professor strained, "Hurry... the evil spirits are fighting back..."

Jean's eyes glowed crimson as if something threatened to emerge.

Hearing the warning, Jason clamped Blackheart's face with an iron grip. His eyes ignited as he activated the Eye of Judgment!

In that moment, Blackheart felt reality itself halt.

Every evil deed he'd committed, every life he'd taken, appeared before him sequentially. Each victim extended grasping arms as if to drag him to eternal damnation!

"No!"

He screamed in terror.

Only then did he realize the young man possessed Ghost Rider's Eye of Judgment too!

Having absorbed a thousand evil spirits, he now bore a thousand guilty souls within!

Just as death's shadow threatened to consume him, the judgment abruptly ceased!

"Hand them over to me—the damned don’t escape judgment!"

Blackheart didn't understand why those words escaped him. But that phrase became a beacon in darkness, snapping him to action.

He directed every evil spirit within to assault the man!

I refuse!

Evil spirits filled the sky once more. But now, they had found a new host.

Seeing Jason about to be consumed by the spectral horde, Johnny, Wolverine, and the others instinctively moved forward—only for the Professor to halt them with an outstretched hand.

Though he couldn't access Jason's thoughts, the Professor sensed his emotions clearly: pure elation.

Jason was overjoyed. Because the system continuously chimed with notifications.

[The system has detected a gift from Blackheart. Do you wish to extract it?]

[Congratulations on receiving Blackheart's gift: Evil Spirit.]

[The system has detected a gift from Blackheart. Do you wish to extract it?] …

The system's notifications sang like a beautiful symphony.

When the chiming ceased, Jason had claimed all thousand evil spirits.

Blackheart stared in disbelief at the spectacle before him.

How could someone absorb a thousand evil spirits without being transformed at all?

Jason gazed down at the subdued demon. Despite absorbing the thousand evil spirits, the system only rated him as [Diamond] tier—failing to reach [King] tier.

Therefore, Jason had chosen the thousand evil spirits over a Diamond-tier gift.

Now Blackheart had degraded to [Platinum] status, equal to Abomination's tier.

Apparently, as Mephisto's son, he truly was rather underwhelming. No wonder his father always underestimated him.

Jason concentrated, channeling hellfire through his palm.

Sensing mortal danger, Blackheart immediately shouted, "Do you know who I am? I'm the son of the Hell Lord! If you dare eliminate me, you'll curse yourself with endless calamity! My father, Mephisto, will never forgive you..."

Jason looked down at him and smiled. "Hell's devils have no jurisdiction in the mortal realm. If he's foolish enough to pursue me here, I'll personally send him back where he belongs!"

Hellfire gradually spread, reducing Blackheart to ash amid his terrified screams!

Everything concluded, and the Avengers prepared to depart.

Jason and Johnny held a private discussion.

After thoughtful consideration, Johnny chose to relinquish this power. Recent events had completely shattered his worldview.

Whether serving the devil to spread chaos or serving God to uphold justice, neither path held true meaning anymore.

Moreover, he'd always resented this power obtained through infernal bargaining. It felt as though he'd sacrificed his father's life for it.

Every utilization reminded him of guilt and remorse.

Therefore, after Johnny transformed into Ghost Rider and directed hellfire at Jason without reservation, the system extracted the power from his essence.

Meanwhile, Jason's Spirit of Vengeance evolved.

[Spirit of Vengeance: Eyes of Judgment: Sinner's Execution, Hellfire: Wings of Infernal Flame, Immortality, Soul Resurrection.]

The Eye of Judgment and Hellfire both advanced, plus gaining a new ability: Soul Resurrection. This power could revive the recently deceased. However, conditions applied: First, the body must remain largely intact. Second, the soul must be destined for hell!

In essence, this skill could only steal from hell itself!

Well, this brings me one step closer to open war with hell.

The whole bombing-hell operation becomes increasingly viable.

Johnny departed on his motorcycle with Roxanne.

Jason approached the Blackbird. He was the final one to board as everyone awaited him. He suddenly paused.

According to the film's narrative, Blackheart had three lieutenants. Johnny had eliminated the Earth Demon, leaving only Wind and Water. Why hadn't they appeared?

"Beep!"

Wolverine materialized at the aircraft entrance. "Jason, New York's under attack!"

Chapter 84: Demon Invasion

The Blackbird was hurtling toward New York at Mach 3.5.

During the flight, Jean Grey briefed everyone on the situation in New York. Ten minutes earlier, a massive black cloud had suddenly appeared over New York. Then, three red rays of light shot up into the sky. Then, the sky itself seemed to break apart.

Surrounding the three rays of light, endless hellfire fell from the heavens, and countless demons rushed out like a demonic downpour. New York City had transformed into a living hell.

But suddenly, the sky seemed to come alive, desperately enveloping the hellfire and demons. One of the lights went out instantly.

But just as the second ray of light was about to fail and go out, a crack suddenly appeared in the sky, spanning the entire city of New York. On the other side of the crack was the deep black and purple void of the universe. A huge, terrifying eye appeared in the crack, gazing down at New York with malevolent intent!

Although the crack disappeared quickly, of the three red rays that had lit up before, one disappeared and two remained! And among the remaining two, one was right next to the Avengers' base!

When Jason heard this news, he couldn't hold back.

Shit, this is definitely directed at me! Who the hell is it! I'm going to kill them!

According to Jean's communication with the base, a massive number of demons had now poured into the city. Although the mutants and agent who stayed behind had jointly established a defensive line, they were unable to stop the enormous demonic army!

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Dr. Banner resolutely transformed into Hulk! With this powerful combatant joining the fight, the situation was temporarily stabilized.

But even so, they couldn't hold out for much longer. The number of demons in the army was simply too massive!

This was the first time Jason's eyes were filled with such murderous intent. In the Avengers base, there were David and his family who had been with him throughout his journey, Vanessa, who he had promised Wade he would take good care of, his subordinates such as Alessa and Alektra, and several of his most important research facilities.

This time, no matter who it was, they had become his enemy!

The Blackbird cut through the night sky at maximum speed, its engines roaring so loudly they shook everyone's eardrums. But it was still too damn slow!

Jason suddenly walked to the front dashboard and reached out his hand.

"Jason?"

Storm and Jean, who were piloting the aircraft, looked at him in confusion.

He flashed a predatory smile. "Let me borrow your plane."

As soon as he finished speaking, massive amounts of crimson light suddenly surged out from between his palms. Everyone watched him in surprise, not understanding what he was about to do.

However, the flames didn't hurt anyone, but instead penetrated directly into the cockpit and throughout the entire aircraft!

In an instant, everyone felt the entire plane beginning to tremble.

No, not trembling! But... it seemed to come alive and evolve!

In the vast night sky, a flash of fire suddenly appeared in the heavens, and then the speed of the fiery streak instantly doubled, flying as fast as a meteor blazing across the darkness!

After the Hellfire transformation, the Blackbird had become larger and longer, and even the seats had been converted into the most ergonomically designed semi-enclosed pods. All the control joysticks disappeared, and Jason only needed to think about it, and the aircraft could complete all flying maneuvers according to his will.

As for the speed, it had increased dramatically. Now, it was flying at high altitudes where the air was thin, with velocity reaching Mach 10! They were expected to arrive in New York City within just a few minutes!

…

In another dimension.

Master Ancient One looked at Dormammu in front of her with an expression full of headache. She knew that the demons from Hell were invading New York, but she truly didn't have any energy left to deal with them.

Mephisto's invasion was obviously meticulously calculated and cost him a fortune. Not only did he and Dormammu come, but Cyttorak also showed his presence. Although he didn't take action, he made the mages of Kamar-Taj fully alert for any movement.

Supporting New York City was simply impossible under these circumstances!

"Ancient One, you should have returned what you owe me long ago!"

The Ancient One regarded him with a calm yet piercing gaze. "I took what was necessary through my own means. Why, then, should I return it? You command an entire dark dimension, and yet you fret over a mere fragment of power? How petty."

"You bastard!"

Dormammu roared, and the surging dark power transformed into a tsunami, overwhelming and attacking Ancient One with devastating force.

After the energy tsunami passed, Ancient One's face was pale and her robes were torn, but there was no emotion on her face. She uttered a short spell, and instantly, several black tattoo-like lines appeared on her face, and borrowed power manifested out of nowhere.

Her clothes and injuries were all restored instantly, and her condition was even better than before!

"Damn you, Ancient One! Even now, you dare siphon my power—before my very eyes! Do you crave oblivion?"

An even larger wave of black energy gushed out...

…

The people of New York once again found themselves caught in a terrible disaster.

The remaining two red rays, one was located at the Avengers Base, and the other was situated at the Midtown Financial Building in Manhattan.

Near the two rays of light, raging hellfire almost devoured everything in its path. From the flames, the demons of hell walked out with hideous grins, and couldn't wait to attack any living thing they encountered!

The residents tried frantically to escape further, but the streets were already completely blocked with traffic. Although some police officers set up defensive positions and fought desperately, they only had small-caliber pistols and rifles as weapons.

Facing the demons from hell was as ridiculous as using a water gun against an inferno. In just a few minutes, thousands of people died and became bloody meals in the mouths of the devils.

Some people were calling the police, some were calling the army, and even more people were desperately calling for the Avengers to help!

…

In the White House, President Freeman's heart stopped again.

He couldn't count how many times he had experienced such terrible news recently. In the large conference room, all the senior government officials had gathered. Looking at the images on television and satellite surveillance, he gritted his teeth and demanded, "Where are the Avengers?"

Someone immediately responded: "Yesterday afternoon, they went to Texas to deal with a demon incident, and now they're returning at full speed!"

He instantly flew into a rage: "What bullshit demon, what bullshit Texas, the biggest demon is in New York City, okay?"

Someone shook their head gravely. "Mr. President, I suspect they were deliberately led away. The demon in Texas was just a pawn to distract the Avengers from the real threat. The real target is New York!"

Freeman calmed down slightly: "How long will it take for them to return?"

"Two minutes!"

Someone hesitated before speaking. "Mr. President, an invasion of this massive scale..."

Freeman glanced at the man sharply. "You think the Avengers can't handle it?"

"...Yes, sir."

Looking at the fire slowly spreading across New York under satellite monitoring, Freeman sighed tiredly.

"What's the backup plan?"

"..."

No one answered.

Freeman raised his eyebrows and glared around the room: "I'm asking you, what's your backup plan? Don't you understand?"

After a long while, someone stammered nervously, "Mr. President, we... we don't have a backup plan for this situation!"

Freeman suddenly took off his shoe and slammed it on the table: "I remember you even had a backup plan for alien invasion! There's no plan for this? You goddamn worthless parasites who eat but do nothing useful! I should kill you all and send you to Alaska to plant potatoes. If you can't grow any, don't even think about coming back!"

The man protested tearfully, "We didn't know... the demon really exists in our world!"

"Then think of something right now, you useless bastard!"

After Freeman finished roaring, he stared at everyone with his bloodshot eyes. The entire conference room fell into an uncomfortable silence. Everyone could see that this president, who had experienced several catastrophic disasters, had become somewhat hysterical.

Everyone looked at each other with worried expressions.

Finally, the Pentagon official tentatively asked: "How about... a nuclear bomb?"

Instantly, every eye in the room turned to stare at him.

Then, a leather shoe flew through the air and hit him directly in the face.

Freeman put his hands on his hips and shouted: "You want me to drop a nuclear bomb on New York City? How do you expect me to survive after that decision?"

The official covered his injured nose and insisted, "Mr. President, we have no other viable option left!"

"Go to hell!"

Freeman started to reach for his other leather shoe, but fortunately someone grabbed his arm to stop him.

At this moment, Vice President Barden suddenly sighed heavily and said quietly but firmly: "Mr. President, maybe... he's actually right about this."

Freeman was stunned, and suddenly seemed to lose all his strength and fell into the chair.

"Then let's..."

…

There were more and more demons pouring through from hell.

The security guards were almost completely out of ammunition. Even the mighty Hulk was drowning in the dense army of demons, with all kinds of hellspawn hanging on his massive body.

He felt like he was being swallowed by quicksand, fighting his way out of the demon pile countless times, only to fall back into their clutches repeatedly. The demons besieging him had actually piled up into a small mountain of twisted bodies.

Lady Deathstrike (Yuriko), Alessa, Elektra, Iceman, and Pyro all rushed to the front line of defense.

Even Anton and his son Ivan joined the battle with the weapons and technology they had invented.

But in this escalating battle, they all saw absolutely no hope of victory!

The demon army had occupied more than half of the base's territory, with only a few research institute buildings still standing precariously.

"Woooooo~"

A horn sounded through the air, and the demons seemed to hear some unseen command and suddenly became extremely restless. They roared to the sky, excitement flashing in their crimson eyes, looked at the defenders, and charged!

"Click click click...click click...click!"

The guns ran completely out of ammunition.

Looking at the demons approaching rapidly, everyone prepared themselves to die fighting, and some people instinctively closed their eyes.

"CRACK!"

An extremely blinding light suddenly appeared in everyone's vision. Thunder fell from the heavens!

At the same time, a figure slammed into the demon mountain, sending the hellspawn flying in all directions, and Hulk was instantly freed from his prison of bodies.

Everyone saw this scene and shouted excitedly—

"Jason, the savior of millions!"

Jason released his thunder without any hesitation, hundreds upon hundreds of lightning bolts almost completely covered the entire battlefield!

From behind, Anton saw this spectacular scene and suddenly grabbed Ivan, who was laughing maniacally and firing his palm cannon at the demons.

He spat out two words: "The armor!"

Ivan was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously: "Although it's still a little short of completion, it can be used in combat!"

The two of them immediately hurried towards the underground laboratory.

In just a few violent releases, Jason had depleted all the thunder stored in his body, but it didn't matter at all—he still had the Hellfire!

With just a single thought, a huge ball of fire erupted instantly around him!

The burning skull officially appeared in everyone's sight for the first time!

He opened his arms wide, and the hellfire covering his body suddenly surged and expanded, and two massive flaming wings grew from behind his back!

Hellfire: Wings of Infernal Flame!

With just a slight wave, the huge wings became like two sharp fire blades, cutting the demons in half effortlessly!

Without even needing to flap his fiery wings, he had already soared into the air dramatically.

In the next moment, he dove down like a low-altitude bomber, sweeping his wings of fire through the enemy ranks!

Chapter 85: Devil's Angel Wings

The demons fell one after another. Either incinerated by hellfire or sliced in half by the flaming wings. With just a few sweeping charges, the battlefield was cleared of lesser demons.

On a distant building, two figures watched the carnage from afar.

One was wrapped in black cloth, only his eyes exposed. But the bow strapped to his back and the distinctive mechanical right eye revealed his identity – Clint Barton.

At this moment, not only was he wrapped in black cloth, but dark mist continuously emanated from beneath the fabric. He was no different from the demons of hell.

The other figure was an elegantly dressed older gentleman in formal attire, appearing refined and amiable. This was Mephisto, father of Blackheart.

He frowned slightly as he observed Jason massacring the demons. He sensed something familiar in Jason's aura, yet he was certain his power had never been bestowed upon this mortal! A vague suspicion formed in his mind, making his temper flare.

The possessions of Hell's Lord are not easily obtained!

Watching Jason slaughter his army en masse, he turned and sneered: "Go meet him, my Hawkeye!"

On the battlefield of the Avengers base, after all the demon soldiers were eliminated, the light column transformed.

With a rumbling sound, a squad of black fire-armored knights, four to five meters tall, suddenly charged forth and positioned themselves before the crimson light. Jason, hovering in mid-air, frowned slightly.

According to the system's assessment, the previous demons were silver-tier enemies, while the nine knights before him registered as platinum-tier target. In other words, each possessed power rivaling or exceeding Hatred.

It would be difficult for Jason alone to stop all nine simultaneously.

Fortunately, the Hell Blackbird descended slowly, and Professor X, Jean, and the others finally arrived on the battlefield!

Jason landed among them and turned to the Professor: "Ready for a fight?"

The Professor's expression was grim: "I may not be able to provide much assistance. I can only block ordinary demons from reaching you. Those nine knights, like Blackheart, have no souls!"

Jason was momentarily stunned. This battle seemed more complex than he'd anticipated.

On the opposing side, nine knights began their charge, their unstoppable momentum like that of a thousand cavalry.

Jason took a deep breath. "You hold the line, I'll eliminate them!"

As he spoke, he flapped his flaming wings and soared skyward, gathering intense hellfire between his palms. As he dove down, explosive flames erupted instantly.

"BOOM!"

The nine knights were engulfed in flames. Nearby ordinary demons howled in agony, some burning to death with the sound of cracking bones. However, within the inferno, nine long swords cut through the scorching air, targeting Jason's head!

Underground Research Laboratory

Anton and Ivan worked frantically to assemble the Thunder Armor. Though some weapon modules and functions remained incomplete, the current configuration still possessed formidable combat capabilities.

This colossal battle armor stood more than three meters tall. On its chest, six powerful Ark reactors were arranged in a "V" formation. The weaponry was only half-installed.

Both arms featured powerful sonic attack devices capable of overturning heavy trucks, while several potent miniaturized missiles were concealed in the shoulders. The back housed a specialized weapon with a slightly bulky design.

Originally planned weapons included the powerful main armament on the chest – a laser cannon – and an ultra-high frequency neural disruption field at the center of the brow, but time had run out.

As for adamantium alloy, beyond its use in critical components, two massive armor plates were cast and mounted on the back and chest respectively. These shield-shaped pieces were detachable, transforming into twin tower shields when removed, serving dual purposes.

With mechanical assistance, assembly neared completion. Ivan hunched over the computer, performing final checks on the operating system, then pressed Enter without hesitation.

Instantly, a progress bar accelerated: 10%...20%...

"WHIRR!"

The armor trembled throughout its frame, and its eyes suddenly blazed to life!

On the battlefield, Jason struggled against overwhelming odds. Though he wasn't panicked facing nine knights, what troubled him was the minimal damage his hellfire inflicted on them. The situation remained difficult, creating a temporary stalemate.

Suddenly, a chill gripped Jason's heart. He spun to look in the direction he'd come from but saw nothing. Yet the sense of danger felt like needles pricking his skin.

"THWIP!"

When he reacted, a black arrow was already lodged in his chest! Strange energy radiated from the projectile, suppressing his hellfire power and nearly forcing him back to human form!

Damn it!

Gritting his teeth through the pain, he yanked hard. The arrow came free, hellfire surged, and the wound slowly closed. But that power remained in his body, interfering with his control over Hellfire!

Simultaneously, a massive sword descended toward his head. He dodged sideways, but another hell-horse suddenly reared and stomped down on his chest. "BAM!"

He shot backward like a cannonball, crashing into the Avengers' formation. Wolverine attempted to catch him but lacked sufficient strength, becoming a cushion beneath Jason's impact.

Jason stood, clutching his chest. He could feel broken bones slowly mending. Even with Hellfire power suppressed, his regenerative abilities remained formidable.

Wolverine let out a rough cough, blood on his lip. "If you can't stop it... then what the hell's left for us?"

Jason rolled his eyes: "If you're scared, you can leave now."

Then the attacker revealed himself. On the far side of the Hudson River, he stood in mid-air, bow in hand, with... a pair of white angel wings!

Jason blinked in disbelief. Is Cupid playing matchmaker?

But upon seeing the face and those eyes, he recognized Clint Barton! Observing the black demonic energy emanating from his body, Jason realized the veteran was controlled AGAIN.

Yet seeing the pristine white wings, Jason understood – they were genuine angel wings. A demonic body with angelic wings. What kind of hybrid nonsense is this?

Hawkeye in mid-air suddenly drew his bow, aiming at Jason again. The same needle-like sensation of imminent danger struck.

Can't dodge!

Jason realized with certainty he couldn't evade this arrow and had to face it head-on! His gaze shifted to Wolverine beside him. The adamantium skeleton should block it, but how to ensure the arrow didn't slip through the gaps?

Hmm... the pelvic area offers more coverage, better blocking odds, right? His eyes drifted to Wolverine's vital region.

Wolverine shifted uncomfortably, eyes narrowing. "The hell you lookin’ at me like that for?"

Hawkeye released his bowstring, and a black arrow flashed, seemingly disappearing into an unknown dimension. Jason concentrated his mental strength to its limit, preparing to... teleport to Wolverine's front, back, left, or right!

"WHOOSH—"

Two powerful wind gusts followed. "BOOM, BOOM!"

Suddenly, two large metal shields crashed from above, one in front and one behind, enclosing Jason completely!

"CRACK!"

The black arrow struck the metal shield, releasing bursts of dark mist, but failed to penetrate. Adamantium!

"THOOM... THOOM... THOOM!"

The ground shook with heavy footsteps approaching.

"CLANG!"

A massive mechanical hand retrieved one shield, securing it to its back. The other remained in its grasp as the armor's chest opened, revealing the pilot compartment.

A pleasant female voice announced: "Master, the Thunder Armor is ready for deployment!"

All Avengers stood stunned, witnessing the three-meter-tall armor with its sleek silver lines, proportional build, and artistic design.

Jason glanced back to see Anton and Ivan Vanko waving from the distance. Excellent work! From now on, you will get a salary increase!

Jason stepped forward into the cockpit. The armor's chest sealed automatically, and the massive shield-plate locked over his torso. Jason focused his mind, releasing his remaining lightning through his palms. The specially designed armor immediately registered the signal.

All six Ark reactors operated at maximum capacity, surging powerful currents through his body. The dark power in his chest instantly shattered into nothingness. Hellfire power: fully restored!

Instantly, blazing flames enveloped the entire mech. Like the Blackbird fighter, the armor underwent hellfire transformation!

The frame turned crimson and obsidian, while its originally white-glowing eyes shifted to blood red. The armored hand reached back, producing a buzzing chainsaw sword.

Before him, the Hell Knights charged forward. Jason's eyes hardened. The battle has only begun!

He surged forward like a rampaging beast. Before colliding with the lead Hell Knight, he thrust his legs powerfully and launched skyward!

Extending his left arm, silver-white thunder erupted!

The entire battlefield was again blanketed in endless lightning!

"SHRIEEEEE—"

Even the hell-horses screamed in agony. Jason's chainsaw sword showed no mercy as it descended upon the knight before him!

"CRUNCH!"

The chainsaw became a meat grinder, pulverizing the knight's head to chunks, then continuing downward without resistance until bisecting even the horse!

This wasn't merely a chainsaw sword, but a high-frequency chainsaw that Anton and his son had developed through countless sleepless nights. Enhanced by hellfire, its power was terrifying!

Next, Jason became like an eagle among chickens, wielding violent thunder in one hand and the blazing chainsaw sword in the other, massacring the nine knights!

Hawkeye in mid-air witnessed the carnage and fired arrows continuously, but they were either consumed by Jason's lightning or deflected by his chest and back armor.

When Hawkeye couldn't resist descending, Jason was crushing the final knight's skull in his grip. On the battlefield, all common demons were annihilated, with only two fortunate war horses remaining, howling at the heavens.

Hawkeye regarded Jason before him, his left eye showing no emotion, appearing as deathly still as a corpse.

Jason narrowed his eyes. "Though I'd normally offer surrender, I apologize – today, regardless of your choice, you'll die! For attacking my base, death is the only outcome!"

"Ha ha..."

Hawkeye laughed hoarsely. "You have armor too. A gift from Stark?"

Without awaiting Jason's response, he continued in his gravelly voice: "What a coincidence – I also possess armor."

As he spoke, the black cloth on his body withered away piece by piece, and his bow transformed into a sharp sword. A set of silver-gray armor suddenly materialized on his frame.

The cloth fell from his face, revealing his true countenance with a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Let's see – which looks better than yours?"