There is an organization with a black name, the Emperor Foundation.

Out of an abundance of caution.

Conan has never actively used the chat group, let alone contacted other players.

Because it is unknown.

It represents danger, and as soon as they entered this strange world and were imprisoned by Dr. Zabo, what they lacked most was a sense of security.

But now.

The situation has changed, because in this war, chaos is the most insecure thing!!

In the thinking of this famous detective, in the world he knows, no matter how unbearable the internal order is, how flawed and depraved it is!

But!!

Order is order, and it is always much better than such disorderly chaos and such wanton behavior.

Even now that the god is on his side, this shining blessing is shrouding him.

But looking at the bright red name, looking at Frogzi immersed in this game, looking at Houston sinking in front of me!!

At this moment.

An unprecedented strong desire, Conan's sincere hope, that there would be someone who could exercise justice and maintain order.

There is a need for police stations in the mortal world.

In an extraordinary world... managers are also needed!!

…

Houston.

The defensive barrier arranged by Platycodon collapsed, and the extraordinary power was completely leaked.

The flood brought by the Lord God, the flames of hell caused by the Ghost Rider, and even the soul ferryman, the sword energy mixed between the two!!

It has been completely diffused.

At this moment.

The waves were surging, and the water on Clear Lake was rising like never before.

The waves are rough.

The space city no longer exists, and instead, a brand new "city under the sea" has replaced it!

And in this scene.

The soldiers at Ellington Air Force Base, with expressionless faces and all communication systems blocked, were silent and silent.

All military weapons in the base have been released from use. They lined up neatly and the whole army attacked!

However.

So they entered the confines of the urban battlefield.

It's just the water flow containing divine power, the hell fire sputtering out bit by bit, and even the golden sword energy passing by.

Can't stand it.

This is simply not a force that mortals can bear.

Top of head.

The death-like gorgeous barrage, the treasure from the depths of the earth, the emerald rain gifted by the gods.

Each and every one of them landed with a huge impact, exploding into huge water splashes and shattering an entire area.

And the fire of hell.

This eternal flame filled with the anger of the Ghost Rider was drawn from the depths of hell.

Just a little closer.

It will be burned to ashes in an instant.

At this moment!

The Skeleton Knight's attention was completely focused on the gods in the night sky.

Johnny Blaze, who has just awakened, has gone through a series of extremely oppressive educations from the gods.

Now, the Ghost Rider can't care about anything else.

He waved the iron rope as hard as he could, controlled his car, and rushed towards the night sky again and again.

drift.

jump.

Light the fire!!

This is an extremely outstanding rider, the Bone Knight and his ride merge into one!

In the current that enveloped Houston, he constantly displayed his extremely superb motorcycle stunts.

And not just that.

While the hell motorcycle roars, there is also a whisper coming from the mind of resistance!!

As the battle progresses.

The voice in his mind became clearer and clearer, using a bewitching tone, wanting Johnny to hand over this body.

"Look!"

"This city is being destroyed, right before your eyes!"

"And all this is because of you. You are hostile to him, but you are unable to judge him."

"Poor, weak, sad!!"

"No matter how much you struggle or howl... the result is that you can't do anything!!"

slander!

insult!

Even tearing open bloody scars.

The voice in his head seemed to know a lot of things, and knew a lot about the past that Johnny didn't want to mention.

It feels like something has been stuffed into my mind. This feeling of being out of control is really terrible.

It made Johnny feel so uncomfortable.

"bring it on!"

"Let me help you get revenge."

"It's very simple, relax, use my power to burn to death, to judge..."

That voice becomes more alluring

It seems that as long as Johnny agrees, he can ignite the real fire of hell and bring endless terror that truly belongs to hell!

However……

"Shut up, shut up!"

"Get out!!"

"Ahhhhhh!!"

The skeleton knight looked up to the sky and roared, his jaw cracked in an extremely exaggerated way, and flames shot up into the sky like a long snake.

As an important member of the battlefield, in fact, Johnny has many things he doesn't understand when it comes to tonight's battle situation.

Houston.

I just came to this city not long ago.

Originally, it was because I met the young master of the Osborne family. That young master Harry was very generous and said that he would sponsor their Explosive Train Death Race show in Houston.

to this end.

Johnny was already prepared, and behind the back of the rest of the team, he brought in several large cargo ships.

It was originally planned to have a flying performance at the extremely famous Port of Houston.

Either fly over, hit the freighter, or fly directly into the sea.

How exciting.

How thrilling.

This must be an extremely shocking death racing performance, and at the same time, it may allow Johnny to find more meaning in life.

But... with the appearance of the man who broke into his hotel room, the pale man wearing a black cloak.

Witch Heart Demon!!
To be continued...