Continuous Mission?

Wes stared in astonishment.

"What the hell is going on? Why had the new generation of Ghost Rider shown up at a time like this too?"

Full of confusion, he could not help muttering to himself.

Still, the other party seemed to be an ally, and Wes secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Water Demon, however, was trembling all over in terror and was practically ready to flee. If Hellstorm had not still been here, it would have slipped away long ago.

"You're afraid." Wes keenly noticed Water Demon's fear and said calmly, "You don't have your master's ability to withstand the Eye of Judgment. If you choose to leave now, I definitely won't stop you."

A flicker of temptation passed through Water Demon's eyes, but it still had doubts. "Why should I believe you?"

"I'm not a Ghost Rider. I have no interest whatsoever in your sin-filled souls." With an expressionless face, Wes pointed at Hellstorm, who was being jointly suppressed by the two Ghost Riders. "If you don't leave now, it really will be too late."

Hell is so vast. As long as I hide well enough, Hellstorm will never find me.

Besides, Earth Demon and Wind Demon are already dead. I followed Hellstorm in the first place so I could advance into a Greater Demon, but given the current situation, the risks are simply too great.

Water Demon rapidly weighed the pros and cons. After some consideration, it instantly transformed into a stream of water and vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Wes finally let out a breath.

The consecutive fierce battles had drained too much of his stamina.

I have to advance to a Level 4 Wizard as soon as possible. This world is becoming more and more dangerous.

Whether it was the Marvel World or the Harry Potter World, both held countless precious opportunities.

However, successfully obtaining those opportunities required strength to match them.

The strength of a Level 3 Wizard was truly not enough.

Seeing Water Demon dare to flee, Hellstorm roared furiously, "Traitor!!"

"@#￥@￥￥...&*"

A string of obscure Demonic Language brimming with evil power poured from his mouth.

Wes did not dare to be careless in the slightest. He quickly used magic to seal off his hearing.

He knew well that the language of demons could corrupt the soul and inflict vicious curses. He did not want to be struck for no reason at all.

Although the two Ghost Riders were fighting together, they could only rely on their immortal bodies to barely keep Hellstorm entangled.

Gradually, Hellstorm began to gain the upper hand.

"They're nothing but two dogs." Hellstorm threw back his head and laughed wildly. "How could dogs possibly hurt their master?!"

Seeing the two Ghost Riders gradually unable to hold on, Wes could not wait for his magical power to fully recover.

"Incarcerous."

"Levicorpus."

"Tarantallegra."

Three control spells shot from Wes's wand and struck Hellstorm with precision.

Though the three spells did not achieve their intended power, they still restricted Hellstorm's movements to a certain extent.

"Wizard!" Hellstorm roared in fury and humiliation, his eyes blazing as he charged madly toward Wes.

The two Ghost Riders gave it everything they had, but they still could not stop the enraged Hellstorm.

"Engorgio."

Wes waved his wand, instantly turning a rock into a massive object like a small mountain.

He waved his wand again, and the small mountain crashed down on Hellstorm.

Hellstorm was forced back several steps by the sudden boulder.

Carter swiftly used his whip while Johnny used his chain, wrapping them together around Hellstorm's hands and pulling back with all their might.

Taking the opportunity, Wes controlled the small mountain and pressed it down on Hellstorm.

A great surge of raging Black Flames suddenly erupted from Hellstorm's body.

In an instant, the small mountain, Carter's whip, and Johnny's chain were all burned to ashes.

Hellstorm was now engulfed in roaring Black Flames. His pupil-less black eyes, like two bottomless Black Holes, fixed tightly on Wes.

"You're dead, Wizard!"

Wes cast several spells in succession, trying to stop Hellstorm.

But they had little effect.

Can't I even deal with a weakened Hellstorm?

Wes secretly berated himself and became deeply aware of his own weakness. His hand clenched tightly around his wand, his knuckles turning white from the force.

When Hellstorm came within five meters of Wes—

A brilliant golden light suddenly emerged from Wes's chest.

A quill slowly floated out of Wes's robes.

The golden light rapidly spread like ripples across water.

Golden flames instantly ignited over Hellstorm's body.

"What is this??"

Hellstorm howled in agony, his voice shrill and miserable, as he began crazily destroying everything around him.

The golden light slowly condensed into Ancient One's form.

"Sorcerer Supreme!"

Hellstorm was utterly terrified, his face filled with disbelief. Then he turned without hesitation and flew away without looking back.

Ancient One instructed, "This is only one of my projections, Wes. Since you have successfully obtained the contract, and since you're already handling one matter, take the contract to Sanctum Sanctorum as well."

"That seems to violate our original agreement." Wes refused without hesitation.

"Wes, your talent and the opportunities you possess are truly enviable, but you have one flaw that cannot be ignored."

"What flaw?"

"You are too cautious—or rather, too cowardly." Ancient One spoke bluntly. "Whenever you encounter danger, your first thought is always to retreat. You only choose to try again after you have prepared everything thoroughly."

Wes fell silent, deep in thought.

He did not think there was anything wrong with what he had been doing.

Since he already possessed the necessary abilities, why should he risk his life charging into battle?

Was it not good to proceed step by step and build a solid foundation?

"Wes, the path of magical cultivation is not always smooth and peaceful. You will always encounter problems you cannot avoid. Do not let avoidance become a habit."

Ancient One's words were truly invaluable.

Wes recalled that whenever he had gained something in the past, he had often taken enormous risks.

Like the first pot of gold he earned in Dungeon Meshi.

And the terrifying explosion caused by his first attempt at alchemy, which had nearly blown him to death.

And—

After finally getting through the harshest initial stage, Wes had begun pursuing safety more and more.

This was not necessarily a bad thing, but Wes seemed to have become overly cautious.

"Magical cultivation is a continual tempering of the soul and spirit."

Ancient One's meaning was clear: Wes, you are far too conservative. Even an old relic like me, who has weathered countless trials, can barely stand to watch. If this continues, even with your special abilities, you will struggle to achieve anything great.

Wes understood the reasoning. After all, a towering tree could not be raised in a greenhouse.

"Enough nonsense. If my life is in danger, I'll abandon the mission. No reward is worth more than my life."

Recently, those demon gods seemed to have noticed something and were eyeing Earth covetously.

All the mages of Kamar-Taj were guarding the barriers.

Ancient One herself simply had no time to deal with a small fry like Hellstorm.

"Oh, right. Before I can free myself up, make sure Mephisto does not take the contract."

After giving that important warning, Ancient One transformed into sparkling points of light and dissipated into the air.

The quill slowly fell into Wes's hand.

There was no doubt that Ancient One had set Wes up, but he still intended to grit his teeth and go through with it.