In a puff of green smoke, the witch Amora and her faithful servant, the executioner, appeared out of thin air in a circular hall. The hall was open and empty, but there were no lights, and most of it was deep in silent darkness, except for a glimmer of light in the central part.

Amora's right hand let out a cloud of magic and approached the deep, long wound on her left arm. The wound healed quickly on its own under the effect of the spell, but the intense burning pain pierced her teeth and even after the injury was completely healed, the hot touch seemed to still rest on her arm for a long time.

It's been a long time since Amora learned witchcraft to be injured like this. No one in the Divine Domain had ever hurt her, let alone the earthlings.

This was not just a sword wound, it was a shame, a shame that the schanter who thought she was naturally superior to mortals could not tolerate.

She glanced at the stupid big man next to her, and couldn't help but be even more angry. She slapped him the head and shouted angrily, "You useless thing! What is it called 'executioner', not even a mortal dressed in a ridiculous iron shell can be executed! ”

She didn't have much strength, and he barely felt anything when she hit the executioner's hard skull. But the big guy still hangs his head as if he has made a big mistake, and he looks like a child who has failed an exam and has been caught by his parents and reprimanded.

Logically speaking, if the black cauldron must be allocated, this cauldron should belong to Amora. In the end, it was her spell that was deflected by Michael's traction, and accidentally hitting an ally became the breakthrough. Later, Michael easily saw through her misty barrier and slashed the witch with a sword, and they retreated in embarrassment.

But even if he lent the executioner another hundred dares, he would not be able to say this. Amora says he's not good, that's if he's not good. He's as powerful and fierce as a tiger on the outside, but back in front of the witch, he's a Hello Kitty at best.

After all, as a spare tire, you must have the consciousness of a spare tire.

"What a mess, Amora."

The man's icy voice rang out from the depths of darkness. The man in the purple uniform stepped out of the shadows leisurely, his hands behind his back, Loki's scepter in his hands, dangling in his hands like a scale.

Amora gave him a blank look: "Zemo." ”

Baron Zemo said coldly, "I warned you a long time ago, don't cause us unnecessary trouble, witch. ”

"And I don't mind reminding you again, just because I agreed to join your little club doesn't mean I'm your subordinate, Zemo." Amora replied-for-tat, "What I am going to do is my own freedom, and I am not obligated to report back to you." ”

Baron Zemo narrowed his eyes: "But when your actions jeopardize our plans, it has something to do with me." I've spent a long time preparing and rallying forces, and I'm soon approaching a critical period, and I can't tolerate anyone – not even you – breaking our plans ahead of time. ”

After a pause, he turned to ask, "You've already met with him?" The Black Knight? ”

The witch folded her arms and snorted very coldly.

"You look like you're at a loss." Zemo said, "Now, do you still think my preparations to deal with him are ridiculous? ”

Amora was silent.

When Zemora joined the gang and explained his plan to fight the Black Knight, the witch made no secret of his contempt. In her opinion, no matter how powerful that black knight is, he is just a mortal after all. Zemo's caution was nothing more than cowardice in her eyes.

Zemo saw her contempt at the time, but he didn't refute anything.

For some pretentious people, even if you try to explain to them how difficult it is to explain something, they will most likely just dismiss it, thinking that it is only because you are too weak, as if everything will fall into place as long as they take it personally. This kind of person has to touch the wall himself once to learn to behave.

Then the witches will be silent. No matter how unwilling she was in her heart, she had to admit that this human mage was indeed extremely tricky, and she and her servant executioner were indeed unable to deal with it.

"The Black Knight is indeed a formidable enemy. But don't worry," Zemo continued, "anyone who takes away what belongs to me will have to pay the price, anyone. ”

He finally accentuated his tone, his gaze coldly swept around the gloomy hall. Several figures came out of the darkness one after another, each of them dressed in fancy clothes, each of them from a small background.

Laser Man, whose real name is Arthur Parks, is a scientist in the field of laser research and design. He used his knowledge and technology to develop miniature laser diodes and implant them into his skin, eventually overloading his physical body with diodes and completely replacing them with light particles. Therefore, his current body can freely switch between entities and light particles, and he can freely manipulate the direction and concentration of his body's movement, either converting himself into a laser to emit it, or directly attacking with a high-intensity laser.

Dementor, whose real name is Eric. Williams. He doesn't have any superpowers, but he does have great fighting skills and a high-tech sickle-like prosthetic. The scythe is made of high-strength alloy that is sharp enough to easily slice through most conventional metals, and contains a blaster that fires low-density plasma concussion rays.

The master of imitation, whose real name is Anthony Masters, is a top mercenary. He was injected with a special serum, which gave him the supernatural ability to visually mimic any movement pattern of his subject. Not only can he fully learn and master all the fighting skills of a martial arts master like Captain America in a very short period of time through observation, but he can even imitate all kinds of non-human movements that Spider-Man does with the help of enhanced physical strength. That ability makes him almost invincible in the martial arts arena.

Then there's Amora, the seducer from Asgard, and her powerful servant executioner.

Finally, there is Baron Zemo, the veteran giant of Hydra, who has been forgotten by the times, and the leader of this team. It was Zemo who had brought them all together, and he was going to lead the team to reclaim what belonged to him from the Black Knights—the throne of the sole leader of Hydra.

Amora crossed her waist and looked around at everyone around her: "So, are we ready now?" We're going to settle accounts with that human mage? ”

"Not yet, Amora, not yet." Zemo lowered his voice and said, "We've been pressing long enough to care about this little time. Now that we've basically got our personnel together, we are still one last member short of the plan......"

He paused, his eyes narrowing into gaps in his purple mask.

“...... One of the most powerful members. ”