Gaius let out a faint sigh, then walked toward the Shore Flower covered by fresh soil.
But the moment he turned around, a flame ignited in the skull's eye sockets.
The bony hand in a black glove trembled slightly as well, grabbing the skull and pressing it onto its neck.
Crack!
The crisp sound was exceptionally clear in the forest shrouded by night. Gaius, who had just picked up the Shore Flower, felt his heart skip a beat and instinctively turned to look.
Ghost Rider slowly rose to his feet, Hellfire blazing fiercely atop his head once more.
"Shit!"
Gaius's heart pounded as he stared at him blankly.
He had already exhausted every trick he had, yet he seemed completely helpless against this immortal body.
Clatter!
Ghost Rider swung his chain, Hellfire clinging to it as he lashed it viciously toward the motorcycle parked nearby under Gaius's horrified gaze.
The chain wrapped around the bike, and Hellfire released an extreme heat. Even the alchemically enchanted motorcycle melted into molten iron at a visible rate.
Ghost Rider seemed dissatisfied with the pace, so he immediately snapped the chain with all his strength, brutally splitting the motorcycle in two.
Then came a frenzied barrage of smashing, reducing the vehicle that had accompanied Aaron for three years into a pile of scrap parts.
"This is bad." Gaius muttered bitterly. Losing a fight was one thing, but now even his means of escape was gone. What difference was there between him and fish on a chopping block?
Sure enough, the chain flew toward him the next moment, binding him tightly in place.
"Let's see how you run now." Ghost Rider laughed hoarsely as he strode forward.
The earlier bombardment had nearly made him question his existence. Fortunately, he had an immortal body—an ordinary person