Chapter Eighty-Seven: Hang Up, Aren't You?
Since speed is not Amora's specialty, the opponent's speed is stronger than himself and does not cause much psychological burden to Amora. She was still confident in her own strength, and she believed that at least in Midgard, the most backward place in the Nine Realms, she should still have the capital to go sideways.
However, out of caution, Amora did not take the silver opponent lightly. Her palms were staggered, and dark green clouds swirled between her palms. The powerful magic power quickly accumulated, turning into a dark green energy mass visible to the naked eye, like a ball of light wrapped in clouds and mist, brewing in Amora's palms.
"Drink!"
With a coquettish shout, the magic power seemed to transform into a torrent, drawing a long, bright trajectory in the night and shooting towards Nexus below.
Amora didn't know the depth of the other party, but as soon as she got started, she revealed one of the most aggressive offensive spells at hand. In her cognition, the mortals who can take this move must be very rare, even if they resist this trick with the physique of ordinary Asgardians, they must be crippled, and I am afraid that only a blood cow like Thor, the god of thunder, who is thick in the protoss and has high defense, can eat it hard.
According to Amora's original calculation, this move is just a feint, forcing the opponent to turn to dodge through an attack spell full of powerful magic fluctuations, and the next thing that greets the opponent will be the real killer move. Amora had already calculated at least three follow-ups, one of which was more ruthless than the other, and any one spell hit should be enough to crush her opponent.
Who knew that Nexus didn't have the slightest intention of dodging, but simply accelerated in a positive direction, and rushed towards the magic torrent in the air faster.
Amora was taken aback.
So brave? Who taught him this head-iron tactic? I'm afraid it's not Asgard?
Amaura felt that she was being slighted, and her blood suddenly surged.
Look down on the old lady's spells, right? Okay, today I want to see if my spells are stronger or your head is more iron.
Amora is no longer kept, and his hand is directly added to the maximum output. The torrent of magic released from her palm suddenly seemed to be doubly violent, and even the light and special effects seemed to be even more brilliant.
With his right hand in front of him, Nexus slammed his spell with one hand, the surging magic spreading out in his palm like a stream of water crashing into a rock, seemingly not hindering his progress in the slightest. He marched forward against the impact of spells all the way, just like the boss of the flesh turtle faction qigong in Dragon Ball.
Amora's face changed instantly. it? It's like...... It's really a bit scary?
Seeing that the situation was not good, the witch hurriedly withdrew her hand, and it looked as if she had floated a few meters behind in a hurry. In less than half a second, Nexus was within arm's length of her, and it seemed that he could grab her with a single reach. Nexus didn't even look at her, and without warning, he suddenly turned, and sprinted towards the empty spot in the night sky.
His right hand sprang out, and his silver-white fingers seemed to grasp something from the void. Translucent shadows appeared out of thin air with the green smoke that swirled around the road, and Amora's long swan-white neck was firmly pinched in Nexus' hands.
Although Amora has the extraordinary physique of the Asgardians, it can't stand the exaggerated strength of Ultraman. Her snow-white neck was pinched red, her breathing was extremely difficult, and a pair of long legs with long boots subconsciously kicked in the air, which was still a different scenery from a certain point of view.
But Richard didn't care at all. Amola is as beautiful as a finely carved work of art, but beautiful flowers are often thorny. Especially a woman like Amora, who is accustomed to using her posture as a sharp weapon, likes to let men (or male gods) revolve around her, and has an extraordinarily vicious heart, is sometimes more deadly than those upright villains who have no strength.
Anyway, Richard didn't think about this witch for a second, and anyone who wanted to get involved with such a dangerous woman would definitely be tired.
Amora's attack spell didn't work, but she had a mind. She cast another spell of confusion before she could strike, placing a simple illusion enchantment around herself. Once the opponent rushes close enough, the barrier will work, and her true location will be obscured by the barrier, replacing it with a false illusion of magic. This way, she can take advantage of the gap between the opponent's attack spell illusions to regain her distance, and then decide whether to continue the fight or try to escape.
didn't expect Richard to eat her at all. Richard, who had transformed into Nexus, had eyes that could see through almost any disguise, and Amora's magic illusions were completely ineffective against him.
Amora was held in his hands, unable to move. She tried to break Nexus's wrist, but with her Asgardian arm she couldn't shake the other's arm even a bit.
"Good...... Well, you win, I surrender. Amora struggled to squeeze through her teeth, "You...... Let go of me, and I'll tell you...... Reason ......"
This also happens to be the question that Richard is going to ask her in a moment. He was sure that he hadn't seen Amora once so far, and he felt that the other party should have no reason to target him.
The only possible explanation is Loki, who seems to be the only Asgardian who has a vendetta against Richard. In addition, Amora and Loki are also the villains of Asgard, and they have also been in the same league in the original comics, so it is not surprising that they help each other.
At least until the mastermind is figured out, Richard isn't going to kill her.
And his brief pause gave Amora a chance. The witch's eyes lit up, and the pair of beautiful eyes instantly revealed a fierce killing intent. Her magic power floated all over her body, like a strange green flame, and even her golden hair fluttered with it. It was as if infinite magic power had been gathered into her white jade palms, and the blow that infused her with all her strength slapped the red energy core on Nexus's chest!
Rumble!
The intense green light sparked a violent explosion, and a shockwave mixed with magic spread through the air, briefly dyeing the entire sky green.
Amora is worthy of being a seducer, and even left a back hand after her illusion failed. This is the most powerful of all the spells she has learned in the hands of Camilla, a powerful witch who is famous all over the world, and it can be said to be a real killer move, and it is very costly for herself.
But it's time to blow that guy to pieces now, right?
When the green smoke screen gradually cleared, and the silver-white body reappeared in sight, Amora's eyes widened.
This TM...... It's definitely open, right?