Ghost Rider was not intimidating enough to humans. Ordinary people would think his flaming skull was some kind of costume party prop, and bound by the rules, he would not slaughter humans indiscriminately.
But to demons and related evil creatures, he was terrifying.
Accompanied by the roar of his flaming motorcycle, demons and all manner of evil creatures along his path fell in swaths like harvested wheat.
The more demons he killed, the stronger his attacks became. At first, some vampires could still exchange a few moves with Ghost Rider, but as his killing intensified, even they could no longer withstand his charge.
His blazing chain ignored the distance through space, sweeping across more than a hundred meters and striking a vampire mage. No shield or mage robe was of any use; man and clothing alike were smashed to pieces.
Even Black Heart could not help but take notice of such ferocity.
The great serpent monster Lagon was terrified. He tried to make himself look smaller, though with his enormous bulk, how could he possibly go unnoticed? He was simply far away, and Ghost Rider had not paid attention to him.
Thinking himself clever, Lagon crawled out through a castle window. He had barely run any distance down the mountain path when he saw Deadpool dragging Xiakala back toward him.
Why was this guy running back again?
That thought sprang into the great serpent monster's mind. Did he not know the hall had already turned into complete chaos?
"Run! Buddy, that guy's caught up!" Deadpool shouted as he dragged Xiakala past him.
The great serpent monster was no fool. Looking up, he saw Count Dracula, blood-red sword in hand, viciously pursuing Deadpool.
You took his wife away, so why the hell should I run? What does this have to do