Michael landed vertically, blocking between Doom and Mephisto. He didn't look back and said coldly, "What are you thinking?" I thought you were a smart man, not a reckless man who didn't have a plan and just acted out of anger. ”

"What did you say?" Doom said angrily.

"I said you are a reckless man, otherwise what are you going to say about the act of rushing into hell alone and sending him to death without a plan?"

Doom opened his mouth to argue, but after thinking about it, he felt that he really couldn't argue. So he snorted heavily and changed the subject: "Who are you?" ”

"The only person who can wipe your ass for irresponsible behavior." Michael said lightly, took a step, flipped his wrist, and spit out a golden circle in his palm, "Next, you'd better stand farther away." ”

Mephisto looked at him condescendingly and said in a muddy voice, "I don't know who you are, human. But if you dare to break into the territory of the King of Hell, don't think about leaving it all in one piece. ”

He snapped a look, and the remaining seven infernal creatures rushed up in unison, with muffled and unpleasant screams coming out of their mouths.

Michael's back thruster jetted, and his figure flew into the air, spinning upside down in the air. He crossed his arms, his left palm to the right and his right palm to the left, and the pulsing light cannon shot out through the golden circle. The spell-enhanced pulse cannon struck a sprinting creature on the left and right, blasting the two brutes into flying debris on the spot.

Michael fell into the middle of the enemy line and kept moving. He held a magical shield in his left hand and a spell battle axe in his right hand. He lifted his shield against the claw of the monster on his left, and the axe in his right hand slashed at it like a melon and vegetables, easily cutting a humanoid creature in half from the center.

Then he reflexively kicked the monster on his left hand side, and flew up the stone steps with a long cry of misery, and fell into the blood-red endless abyss without a trace.

Got four, and there are three left.

The manic eyes of the remaining three-headed monsters clearly revealed instinctive timidity, but under the gaze of the Hell Lord, they did not dare to retreat, so they had to continue to step forward, but their movements were inevitably not as imposing as before.

Michael flew into the air, his palms out in mid-air, and the magic-enhanced pulsed light cannon blasted the flying vampire into black mud. He adjusted the angle, and his body fell to the middle of the remaining two beasts, the spell energy condensed, and he held the sword in his left hand and the sword in his right. The golden flash sliced horizontally in the opposite direction, and the two remaining creatures were cut in two.

Seven hellish creatures, a total of five moves, the whole process only happens at the moment when the rabbit rises and falls. Dom was dumbfounded, he hadn't seen anything clearly, and all seven enemies who were invincible to him had been killed on the spot. The guy in black and gold armor picked up and dropped his knife in his hand, and easily cleaned up these terrifying beasts, as if he had just done a trivial matter.

Mephisto's huge brow moved. He opened his palms and gestured. Pillars of fire poured down from the void in a mighty manner, and the chilling flames formed a waterfall and slammed towards Michael's head.

Michael raised his palms and slapped at the pillar of fire that seemed to be tons. The magic power he spat out from his palms condensed into an incomparably large spell shield, and a layer of milky white soft holy light loomed on the surface of the shield. The flames swooped vertically like a roaring dragon, and it slammed headlong into the ethereal light, the force of which shook Michael's arm slightly, but it didn't shake the defense.

"The Seraph's Shield's defensive spell," Mephisto said grimly, "sure enough...... Are you the Supreme Mage's person? ”

But without waiting for Michael to answer, he immediately denied: "No, it can't be." You may have used the Seraph's emblem, but the technique has a forbidden and evil aura. The Supreme Mage would never teach you this technique, so ......," the demon's eyes flashed," ...... You're a disciple expelled by the Supreme Master, right? ”

Magic is not a superpower, and there are conditions for it to be cast. When a mage casts a spell to draw energy from other dimensions, it actually comes from some high-level gods, and the mage recites a spell and casts a spell, which is actually a process of temporarily borrowing power from a high-level being.

In a way, magic is like cheating, allowing you to use more power to bend laws and manipulate order. But since it is "borrowing", there is naturally a process of "repayment", and you have to pay a price, and the price is often high.

Unless you don't mind breaking some boundaries that most mages aren't happy to break.

There is a class of magic that can also bend the law and provide mages with mongeringly powerful power, but it doesn't seem to have to pay a price. They are like devil's fruits, with mouth-watering allure, but not everyone has the guts to pick them.

For example, Michael's first encounter was a technique that was said to draw power from the dark dimension where the dark demon god Dormammu was located. He knew that his mentor, Ancient One, had drawn a lot of energy from that dimension for a long time to sustain her life with his disciple behind his back, and this power obviously could not have been willingly lent to her by Dormammu.

So why doesn't this spell cost anything? The reason is simple, because the power you use is not borrowed, but robbed.

With those special spells, you can indeed use pure willpower to force energy from other dimensional dimensions, and it doesn't cost you to cast spells. But such spells are often one of the "black magic", which is a forbidden spell.

There is no price to pay for using this particular dark magic, but that doesn't mean there are no risks. Although under normal circumstances, a mage snatching a little magic from another dimension does not attract the attention of those gods, but such spells are often accompanied by powerful corrosiveness, and long-term use of this spell will imperceptibly corrode the mage's soul, affect the mage's personality and the decisions he makes, and only those with an iron will can resist the erosion.

More seriously, there is a high chance that the mage will get lost. Forcibly seizing energy will naturally have the risk of failure, and once it misses, the mage may be eaten by the power, and the process is somewhat similar to the cultivation of magic skills in martial arts, but the end will be much more tragic.

It doesn't matter if you usually cast a small spell, and the price is not too high. But the more powerful the spell, the more expensive it is. Therefore, in order to use these powerful and amazing spells in certain situations, Michael also modified some of the white magic spells, using forbidden spells, and using the energy snatched from various dimensions to support the casting of spells.

For example, when you need to face the Lord of Hell.

"You're getting one thing wrong, Mephisto. It wasn't that they expelled me, but that I left them. But really, I am a disciple of the Supreme Master. ”

Michael rose into the air, his palm releasing a new circle, and his tone was cold.

"So I wouldn't mind teaching you a lesson in her place."