"Ghost Rider, the Avatar of God?"
Everyone was stunned. God actually existed? And he even had an avatar on Earth?
Some people thought back and realized there really were legends of Ghost Rider in the American West, but no one knew he was the Avatar of God.
"Wasn't he an Angel before? Why is he the Avatar of God now? Isn't that promotion a little too fast?"
Tony quipped, then added, "Besides, aren't the legends of Ghost Rider exclusive to our universe?"
"I told you, my words can influence fate. If I say he exists, then he exists. If you don't believe me, look it up."
Andrew said calmly, "Not only that, but Americans who grew up in the West will automatically gain memories of the legends of Ghost Rider."
"...As unscientific as ever."
Tony was speechless, then breathed a sigh of relief. He could sit back and enjoy the show now.
No matter the universe, one thing never changed: once Ghost Rider appeared, everyone could start sipping tea and watching the show, waiting for him to work his magic.
"I don't care what you are. Die!"
Seeing Ghost Rider kill his Yellow Lantern soldiers, Parallax flew into a rage. He opened his mouth wide and blasted a beam of yellow light as thick as a rice barrel straight at Ghost Rider.
At the same time, the Yellow Lantern Rings on the fingers of the dozens of fallen Yellow Lantern soldiers rose into the air, ready to find new hosts.
"You are guilty."
A deep voice emerged from Ghost Rider's mouth. A mass of flames condensed into a pitch-black spear, and with it thrust ahead of him, he tore through the yellow light and charged unstoppably toward Parallax.
That wasn't all. Ghost Rider formed a Flame Whip in his left