Michael shot through the magical creature summoned by Amora, and the next shot was fired at the witch herself. The witch quickly cast a defensive spell, and the pale green smoke screen condensed into a mirror-like circle. The spell pulse cannon hit the defense, and the witch's body shook violently, and she jumped backwards in some frustration, and floated in the air with her arms outstretched.

Amora's eyes narrowed.

Before that, she had never looked down on human mages, and just like the Asgardians, Amora also had an inexplicable sense of superiority as a godborn. They always like to position themselves in a position of superiority and naturally look down on the mortals of the atrium.

But now she had to restrain her contemptuous attitude a little, because the strength shown by the other party was indeed beyond expectations, and she was obviously not an opponent who could be dismissed casually.

But Amora is not an unknown junior, she is also a powerful wizard (or should I say notorious) in the Divine Domain, and her level is naturally not low. She straightened up, her arms fluttered, and another offensive spell was dropped. Michael dodged away, and the roof exploded beneath his feet. His back propulsion activated, and he soared into the sky, and the pulse cannon with the blessing of a special spell slammed into Amola again.

The witch used defensive spells to fend off the attack and sped into the air, Michael's armored propulsion system at full power, biting and attacking behind her. The sorceress's flying spell was not slow to move, and she was surrounded by a cloud of green smoke that moved erratically through the air, maintaining a distance from her pursuers.

The two of them flew into the air one after the other, and the former's various fancy spells came out one after another, rushing towards Michael gorgeously. Michael's thrusters change direction, his armor dodges and shuttles through intricate spell light effects, and he also fights back with spell-powered pulse cannons. The two sides came and went, and the air battle was extremely lively.

The sorceress's body sped up. She flew into the air, shouted something very mugly, and then made a complicated gesture. She staggered her palms and slammed down on Michael, who was chasing her vertically. A thick green smoke screen erupted from her palm, transforming into a giant python! Its body was more than ten meters long, covered in black scale armor, its huge and bulky body writhed like a twist, and its open mouth revealed oozing fangs as if it should only exist in legends!

The armor thrusters adjusted, and Michael's body turned, avoiding the python's bloody mouth. He panned to the left as he fired the pulse cannon with his palm, and the beam of energy slammed into the python's head like a powerful hook, causing the beast's head to deflect and let out a hoarse chirp.

But this time the pulse cannon didn't do enough damage, the magic in the big guy's body was obviously not at the same level as the monster she had summoned before, the surging mana rolled in its body like a tidal wave, and with every twist and blow it had a compelling magic power released with its breath.

Michael maneuvered his armor to nimbly avoid its bite, and an acceleration flew out of the gap between its writhing body and behind it. He turned around and stepped backwards, his shoulder popping out of the launcher, and the two missiles ignited and propulsed, dragging two long strings of pale blue tails towards the python.

But these are no ordinary warheads, these two missiles are specially tempered by his own self-made and magical, and the gunpowder filled inside is inflicted with a destructive spell, which is intended for all kinds of magical creatures.

Two missiles hit the python's head and body, respectively, and blue flames exploded like fireworks. The monster's body disintegrated with a hoarse scream, and its form turned into a large cloud of green mist that swelled and swept Michael into it like a green sandstorm.

A green smoke screen obscured his vision, quickly occupying his front and back, to his right and left, until he couldn't even tell the direction.

Michael raised an eyebrow.

Double Spell. The witches of Asgard have hidden another spell on this magical python, which automatically activates the moment it is defeated. The thick magic fog seemed to form a closed barrier, and killing intent lurked in all directions, and Dao Phantoms flickered in the mist. The witch's laughter rang out from all directions, as if there were thousands of troops lurking around her.

"Unknown interference, detector failure." "The magic sensor didn't work, and the red heat imaging didn't pick up the signal. ”

Michael's gaze swept over the fog and he hummed softly.

Hiding in the depths of the thick mist, Amora chuckled as she looked at the human mage trapped in the enchantment.

Now he was the prey of a trap, surrounded by nets of heaven and earth, and he had nowhere to run.

With a flick of her fingers, the smoke screen of magic conjured up countless small snakes, sizzling out letters and surging towards the black and gold armor in the center of the barrier. The defense of the vibranium armor was meaningless in front of them, they were more permeable than the air current, and they could penetrate at the slightest crevice. One by one, the magical spirit snakes burrowed into the armor, and within a few seconds, the iron shell would become the coffin of the earth mage.

Wait, something isn't right.

Just as Amora realized that something was wrong, the set of armor that had been infiltrated by magic suddenly exploded from the inside out, turning into a cloud of illusion and dissipating. The cold killing intent struck from the back of the heart in an instant, and the breath was cold to the bone marrow, making the witch almost suffocate.

Without thinking, she turned around and hurriedly cast a defensive spell, narrowly blocking a pulse energy cannon. The black gold armor had gone around behind her at some point. The creature quietly withdrew from her barrier - she speculated that the other might have used some kind of stealth spell to stealth her tracks, and then quietly spared her from behind her back and launched a surprise attack.

Amora's body shook backwards in mid-air, and it was only before he could hold the energy cannon, and the follow-up attack followed suit. A powerful shockwave struck her body with an inexplicable force, blowing her down like a green leaf. Amora's figure spun down, and before landing, she hurriedly cast a levitation spell on herself and a layer of magic shield as a buffer, which can be regarded as landing unharmed.

Amora scrambled to her feet, pulled her messy blonde hair behind her, and clenched her teeth in annoyance. It's too careless, she originally thought that no matter how powerful a mortal is, he can't be much stronger, but she didn't expect it to be such a powerful and ruthless character, even if he looks at the entire Nine Realms, there are probably only a handful of difficult guys like this.

The black gold armor fell to the ground with a tail flame, standing in front of Amora, raising his palm, the palm circle opened, and the pulse cannon flashed blue.

The schanter fell to the ground on her side, looking up at the blue glow of his palm, revealing a chuckle of inexplicable meaning.

The cold sound of breaking through the air came suddenly, and the heavy tomahawk slashed at its own back. Michael retracted his palm and raised his arm to block it, and the black heavy axe slashed at the vibranium armor of the gimbal with a hundred tons of strange power, splashing a trace of sparks.

Michael was shocked and staggered two steps to the side, and when he turned around, he saw that there was a strong man with thick eyebrows and big eyes behind him, full of muscles like a rock, a thick black beard, holding a tomahawk, and the momentum full of oppression was like a towering mountain.

He was the "Executioner", Amora's most loyal servant.