The pulsed light cannon fired at zero distance, and the energy mixed with divine power brewed in Michael's palm, and the burning sensation transmitted through the air to Loki's cheek. In this moment of lightning, Loki seemed to recall the fear of being trampled under the feet of this person and pressed to his face by the pulse cannon, as if death was pressed against his neck and breathed coldly.

Without thinking, Loki hurriedly put away his gun and leaned back to dodge, and the scorching beam of energy almost shot into his cheek, shattering one of the golden pillars that supported the main hall.

It's dangerous, it's dangerous. Loki narrowly avoided it, and was feeling palpitations, but he couldn't help but suddenly come back to his senses......

...... Wrong! Lao Tzu already has the power of the Almighty Heavenly Father, why do you still need to instigate such an ordinary energy cannon???

The sudden thought of this stubble couldn't help but make Loki furious. He has already won the power of Odin, and now he has the power to reach the sky, as long as he wants to, it is not impossible to destroy the entire Nine Realms, why should he be afraid of such a mere mortal?

Well, maybe...... Maybe it's just that what happened to them last time was so unpleasant that it left Loki with too deep a psychological shadow to be afraid......

This reminded Loki of the humiliation he had suffered at the hands of this mortal in the first place, and he couldn't help but be even more angry.

"Mortal! You will pay for blasphemy! ”

He said viciously, and the Spear of Eternity slammed into it with a dark blue spiral of energy. Gungnir burst out with divine power, and the blue light came like a wave of layers, blocking Michael with great difficulty even half a step.

Michael raised his arm to hold the golden spear, the tip of which scraped against the ulugin-plated gauntlet, spilling out a burst of blue. Michael fired two shots in quick succession with his bare hands, and Loki broke through head-on with his spear, and the spear pierced head-on with a spiral cyclone that seemed to pierce everything. Michael's arms swirled, and in a few tenths of a second in front of him, he condensed into a circle. The circle swirled quickly, and the divine power bursting from the spear was deflected, shattering the floor tiles on the diagonal right. But the remaining unloaded aftermath of the shock was still very strong, and Michael flew back into the air, the tail flame behind him sprayed back, and he retreated about three steps before falling back to the ground.

Michael's right palm unscrewed the circle, and he reached out and drew the pitch-black heavy sword from the circle. He flipped the Kerry heavy sword in his hand and held the hilt steadily, the tip of the sword drooping, and a heavy and thick momentum burst out invisibly from the sword.

Like the Warframe, the sword was also plated with Urugin. The king of the dwarves was just as cheerful as he was - he had already cast his armor from head to toe in Ulujin anyway, and he didn't care about any more blades like this. So in line with the idea of sending the Buddha to the west, Itri simply gave him a full set of services, and even the Kree heavy sword was cast into Urujin and blessed by divine power.

The heavy sword in Michael's hand was originally a Kree-level individual weapon "universal weapon" modified from Ronan, and it was already a rare powerful blade in the universe. Now with the blessing of Urujin and divine power, it can be said that it is an artifact that is not lost to Mjornir, the hammer of Thor...... No, maybe even more.

Loki's spear danced, the wind swept through, and the magical cyclone shot from the tip of the spear. Michael swung his sword to block, and the heavy blade of the sword and the golden spear slashed, and the gold and iron resonated. The melodious crisp sound was like a huge tuning fork, and invisible ripples spread throughout the hall from the intersection of the two divine weapons. The pillars that supported the hall hummed, and rubble and dust poured down from the roof, as if the entire dome was about to be torn down by the force of the collision.

The two blades were separated as soon as they touched, and they changed their moves, and they clashed fiercely with a faster and faster rhythm.

Loki's style of moves is the same as his own, cunning and unpredictable, and in his hands Gangnir is like a venomous python waiting for an opportunity, perched deep in the dense forest, spit out at the first opportunity, showing sharp fangs. Gungnir was attached to the powerful and incomparable power of Odin, and each shot he stabbed seemed to affect the space, and the air was filled with blue ripples, and even the air flow drawn by it was like a scorching blade.

Michael stood firm, swinging his heavy sword, the pitch-black blade dancing with the sound of the howling wind, and its accompanying divine power mixed into the sword wind and force field, as if building a long river embankment, resisting wave after wave of fierce attacks by Loki.

The two of them fought faster and faster, and their power and speed skyrocketed in proportion to time. Michael swung his sword in his right hand, and his free left hand continued to conjure up various magic circles, casting various spells to assist. Loki's spear danced like a thousand golden snakes, destroying most of Michael's spells with its domineering magic. The two fought hard, the offense was fierce like a torrential rain, but the defense was also solid for each other. The overlapping force fields and magic fields of the two sides rapidly expanded, blurring the figures of the two men. The air quickly moved through the hall, the carpets were lifted, the floor tiles were shattered, and all the load-bearing pillars were screaming, and the entire royal palace of Asgard seemed to crumble.

Loki took off first, and Michael's back erupted violently, and he rose in close pursuit at a high speed that was not slow at all. Two afterimages staggered and lifted into the air, and the golden dome was pierced like tissue paper. They broke through the roof and rose to a height of several hundred meters, during which the swords and spears did not stop clashing.

It was only then that the three warriors of Sif and Asgard crossed the palace and stormed the main hall through the bombed-out gate.

Thor, who had been knocked to the ground by Loki, struggled to stand up on his knees, holding on to the wall and panting violently. Iron Man also sat there leaning against a pillar, the backup power had run out, and the arc-shaped reactor on his chest flickered like starlight.

"Thor!" Several people hurried to his side.

"Friends, you ...... Are you all alright? Thor asked, trying to calm his breathing.

"We're fine." Sif asked, "What about Loki?" ”

Thor didn't answer, but subconsciously looked up at the hole in the dome that had been knocked out. Several people followed his gaze to see the gap, and seemed to immediately understand what was happening.

"It's the mortal." Sif walked directly below the breach, looked up at the gap in the sky, and seemed to faintly hear a loud explosion outside. She couldn't believe it, "He's really on par with Loki, who has the power of the Father." ”

"That's the Black Knight, right?" Tony barely managed his armor to get back to his feet, he looked at Thor and asked, "His suit...... I scanned that his suit was made of the same material as your hammer? ”

"It's Ulukin." Hogan nodded, "We went to Nidaweiler." Itri, the master craftsman there, sublimated his armor with Urugin and gave the suit divine powers. ”

"It's not very proper, we know, but we don't have a choice." "I know how unbelievable it sounds, but trust me, that mortal is our best hope of defeating Loki......"

To her surprise, Thor didn't seem surprised by her evaluation, and only nodded and said, "I understand." After a pause, he raised his hand and recalled the hammer of Thor that had fallen not far away, and said lightly, "But this is our battle, and I must go and have a good chat with Loki in person." ”