All Gods: I am a master of all professions, who dares to oppose me?

"Is this your reason?" Rosanne sat on Johnny's bed, her expression one of utter disappointment.

"Even if you told me you were robbed yesterday and passed out, I would believe you."

“But what I said is true…” Johnny said weakly.

“Alright, alright, then, this one…” Rosanne frowned, momentarily unable to recall what she wanted to say.

“Ghost Rider,” Johnny quickly prompted.

“Okay, Mr. Ghost Rider, can you transform for me?” Rosanne rolled her eyes.

She really wondered if her brain hadn't developed properly when she was younger, otherwise how could she have fallen for such a habitual liar?

"Are you sure?" Johnny hesitated, worried that the image of Ghost Rider might frighten Rosanne.

"Immediately, right now! Otherwise, I'm leaving." Rosanne felt she couldn't stay a moment longer; he was still playing such low-level tricks.

What, do you think of yourself as an innocent little girl?

"Oh wait, I think I can only transform at night!" Johnny suddenly remembered what the old man in the cemetery had told him.

Regarding the Ghost Rider's transformation pattern, he is just an ordinary person during the day, but only at night does he transform into the Ghost Rider covered in hellfire.

"That's settled then, I have some things to do back at the station." Rosanne turned and left in disappointment, not giving Johnny a chance to speak again.

Just as Johnny failed to win back his ex-girlfriend, St. Michael's Church...

A man in a black trench coat stood in front of the church statue, repeatedly stroking the candle flame as if teasing it.

Da da da

The priest walked in through the back door and noticed that the church seemed...darker than usual today?

"Father, I have sinned." A voice came from afar, drawing the priest's attention back to what was in front of him.

Just as the priest was about to say something platitude like "as long as you sincerely repent, you can wash away your sins," the man in the trench coat turned around with a smug smile on his face. Even more eye-catching than the smile was the man's black eyeshadow.

“I have committed countless sins, which I fear I can never wash away.” Wu Xinmo walked towards the priest.

"I have a question for you: where did the San Venganza Pact go?" Black smoke, accompanied by the pungent smell of sulfur, filled the church.

The priest was startled by this sudden turn of events and took a few steps back. Then, remembering where he was, he instantly hardened his expression and shouted sternly, "Devil, do you know what you're doing?!"

"I ask you, where is the Covenant of Saint Vanganza?" The Demon Heart stepped forward, grabbed the priest by the neck, and lifted him up.

"I...I...don't know...what are you talking about..." The priest desperately clenched his fists around the hands that were choking him, and his legs were kicking wildly.

He couldn't understand why he could encounter a demon in the church. Could it be that his act of personally examining the choir boy's body had been exposed?

"You have no idea who you're talking to. I'll give you one more chance!" Wu Xinmo started making faces at the priest, being incredibly mischievous.

Of course, the priest might not have thought so; he only saw a demon revealing its true form to him, which was extremely terrifying.

“Unlike my incompetent father Mephisto, I, the Demon Lord of the Witch Heart, will be the creator of a new hell. I have abilities far exceeding his, and I can freely travel to the human world!”

"Think carefully before you answer me if you don't want to die!"

"Tsk tsk tsk! Lord Wu Xinmo, what an air of authority you have~" A flippant voice came from the church entrance. Before Wu Xinmo could react, the voice continued:

"You keep saying 'my father, my father,' why don't you just write an essay? I've even come up with a title for you: 'My Hell Lord Father,' what do you think?"

"It's you!?" Wu Xinmo casually crushed the priest to death, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. "Who are you, and why are you opposing me!"

"Could it be that you are also one of my father's men, sent to take me back to hell?"

"Oh, that's enough." Fang Chang rolled his eyes. This Wu Xinmo was ostensibly an ambitious great demon, but in reality, he was just a callow brat who kept talking about "my dad, my dad."

"If you didn't know better, you'd think your family had unified the three realms of hell, earth, and heaven."

So, in your eyes, every powerful person who emerges has to revolve around your family's messy affairs?

Fang Chang originally didn't intend to waste words with him, but this guy's tone was too harsh, and he just had to get it off his chest.

"You...you're courting death!" The Demonic Witch, his secret wound exposed, broke down completely. He raised his hands high, and black hellish magic spread out like smoke!

"I'll show you what happens to those who offend me, the future new lord of hell!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a deafening explosion erupted from the spot where Wu Xinmo was!

The next instant, a huge hole appeared in the church roof...

"Stop him!" Wu Xinmo's voice came from afar in the sky, and upon closer inspection, it had the air of a calm and composed general.

Along with the voice of the Witch Heart Demon, the Wind Demon also appeared.

His face, painted with gothic makeup, was filled with panic, like a carp that had been sent to deal with Tang Sanzang and his disciples back in the day.

As a pure-blooded demon, Wind Demon was naturally not so obedient. He didn't even have the slightest intention of being perfunctory and turned to escape through the large hole in the roof.

After all, the seven-day mourning period for his old friend Tu Mo hasn't even passed yet.

Unfortunately, although Wu Xinmo was not mentally sound, he was still full of the tricks that a demon from hell should have. Fengmo suddenly found that his body was not obeying his commands!

A sinister, hellish power erupted from his body, causing him to momentarily sluggish for a few seconds!

The gift of the Witchheart Demon!

This is hellish magic that the Demon Heart gave to them, supposedly as a reward for the first batch of demons to submit to him!

"I actually believed the nonsense of a demon." These were the last words the Wind Demon left behind in this world.

The specific details are unnecessary to recount. All I remember is that the priests who arrived later were stunned, and then the K City police received an unbelievable emergency call—a man claiming to be a priest from St. Michael's Church asserted that the roof of his church had been stolen.

"Here's an extra treat for you." Fang Chang took out a semi-transparent gray substance with black spots and tossed it to Dracula, who was keeping watch outside.

"Thank you, Almighty Master." Dracula swallowed the essence of the Wind Demon's soul in one gulp, then closed his eyes to digest it for a while.

"Where do we go next, Master?" Dracula bent down, his body rapidly growing larger.

"What's next?" Fang Chang stroked his chin, recalling the plot's development. "Next, we'll go back and watch the show."