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Spirit of Evil Legion

"Malachi pursued Kazan into Hell, and there's been no word since," Daniel reported. "Alongside him was a god of Asgard..."

Randkiel remained silent for a moment. "Go discuss this with Luther. I will continue waiting here for the Master."

Daniel looked conflicted and hesitated, "Sir, you've been kneeling at God's gate for over two thousand years."

Randkiel remained silent.

"Yes," Daniel sighed helplessly, then turned and departed.

Meanwhile, Dekir continued kneeling before the towering gate, murmuring softly after a while, "Master, why... why do you refuse to see me? Why let the Spirit of Vengeance fall into Hell... Why?"

His fragmented murmurs echoed, his voice wavering and ethereal. The Archangel of the Golden Holy City seemed as deeply embroiled in emotional turmoil as any mortal.

On the other side, Daniel located Luther, the formidable angel of death, after leaving God's gate.

In today's Heaven, Luther's authority surpassed all others, striking fear into every angel. None dared provoke this warrior Archangel.

Ironically, despite her fearsome reputation, Luther was a woman of striking beauty.

Her dark, short hair contrasted with fair skin, lending her an elegant and ethereal aura. Now, dressed in a flowing white gown resembling fine gauze, she appeared akin to a classical marble sculpture, gazing quietly at the celestial clouds from her perch.

"Lady Luther," Daniel bowed respectfully, lowering his head.

Luther possessed flawless features and a graceful figure, her attire hinting at her nearly unveiled, breathtaking beauty.

She, God's masterpiece, yet Daniel dared not meet her gaze.

Luther glanced at him, prompting Daniel to continue, "Malachi pursued Kazan into Hell during their battle. The gates of Hell were destroyed by other demons, and we've had no news since. It's likely something untoward has occurred. Additionally, Asgard's sun god, Forseti, entered Hell with Malachi and remains trapped there."

Luther appeared indifferent to the news, simply nodding without uttering a word throughout.

"Lady Luther..." Daniel began to speak again.

Abruptly, Luther interjected, "Just returned from Randkiel?"

"...Yes," Daniel replied.

"Will he kneel another two thousand years?" Luther smiled faintly.

"Perhaps. Lord Randkiel is the oldest angel; nothing matters more to him than God," Daniel replied.

"In truth, the simplest solution would be to find Lucifer," Luther mused slowly. "Both Lucifer and Randkiel bear a mark of God. Using these two marks could directly open the gates of God."

"Regrettably, Lucifer is now ruler of Hell..."

...

Forseti finally acquiesced to Glade's request to rescue the other Ghost Riders, with Hell's detective Huss joining their expedition.

"Now that it's settled, we must act swiftly," Forseti said. "My disguise won't hold for long, and the aura of Holy Light that permanently resides within me will soon betray us."

"Let's head to the Evil Spirit Legion now!" Glade nodded decisively.

With that, flames erupted around him as he transformed into his Ghost Rider form.

"Roar—" The flames extended to the enormous mammoth lying on the ground, causing the beast to roar to life once more, now ablaze.

Without a word, Forseti mounted the fiery beast, while Huss hesitated.

"What's wrong?" Glade asked.

"For demons, Ghost Rider's flames are highly dangerous. I'd prefer not to get too close," Huss explained. "Perhaps I could be suspended behind, away from the flames, using chains."

"Alright, we'll do it your way," Glade agreed. He then threw out a chain that encircled Huss, anchoring him behind as they set off.

The mammoth dragged Huss along, who initially struggled with the arrangement but gradually adapted, aided by his robust physical resilience. At higher speeds, the mammoth even allowed him to hover above the ground.

Riding at full tilt, they finally breached Zatanos' territory after several hours.

"Lord Knight," a demon guard greeted Glade respectfully, making no move to hinder them.

Zatanos had ascended to supreme power solely through his control of the Ghost Rider Legion. Without the Legion of Evil Spirits, Zatanos was merely another member of the Council of Satan, far from the fearsome figure he cut now.

Under Zatanos' rule, the Ghost Riders held a lofty status, and elite knights like Glade commanded unparalleled respect, encountering no resistance.

Once inside Zatanos' domain, Glade swiftly escorted Forseti and Huss to his quarters to plan their next move.

"Glade, you should bring a weaker Ghost Rider here first for the trial. I've never released the control over another Ghost Rider before," Forseti advised.

"Absolutely. I'll arrange it," Glade nodded confidently. "Once the Evil Spirit Legion is liberated, Zatanos is finished."

With that, he departed. Shortly after, he returned with another Ghost Rider, also wreathed in flames, though wielding a long knife instead of the iconic chain.

Under Zatanos' control, the Ghost Riders remained perpetually in their skeletal forms, unable to revert to their human selves or exercise full autonomy.

"Who are they?" the Ghost Rider pointed at Forseti and Huss.

Before he could make a move, Glade pinned him down firmly, stating, "He's the weakest Ghost Rider in the entire legion. You can test him freely; there's no need to worry about resistance."

Hearing this, Forseti couldn't help but be surprised.

Using his Eye of Reckoning, he appraised the Ghost Rider. Level four strength—a remarkable standing within a legion numbering several hundred. Coupled with their inherent ability to subdue demons, it was little wonder the legion stood as Hell's most formidable force, casting a pall over the entire Council of Satan.

After a moment's consideration, Forseti waved his hand, casting a purification spell upon the Ghost Rider, a faint Holy Light suffusing through him.