Black-clad shadows stopped in front of Michael and Doctor Strange, and the fire on the skeleton burned. Ghost Rider stood there gloomily, his aura seemed to be several times more gloomy than usual, and his eye sockets shone with a scarlet glow.

That means he's still under the control of the Hell Lord.

Doctor Strange squinted at Michael: "That's what you say......"

"Ghost Rider, yes." Michael said, "Be careful, he's a little tough. ”

As if to prove that he was exactly as Michael said, Ghost Rider flew up at that moment. He was extremely fast, faster than the last time they met. Black fists burst out like heavy cannons, and the wind blew the flames above his head violently.

He's aiming at Doctor Strange. The doctor's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly formed the circle of the circle. The black fist slammed into his circle, sending Doctor Strange up in the air. It wasn't until this punch hit that the air flow it stirred up followed. The levitating cloak behind Strange fluttered whirlly, and its magic power stirred, hovering in mid-air with the Doctor's figure.

Although he received this punch, Doctor Strange's arms were also shocked and numb, and it was difficult for his paralyzed hands to form a magic seal in a short time. Strange was taken aback. He clearly felt that what was contained in this punch was definitely not just a strong brute force, but that the punch that had just burst out had some kind of extremely high-level powerful magic. It was a combination of the power of the Vengeful Spirit itself and the energy given by Mephisto, and its power had long exceeded the limits of the power of the Ghost Rider in its normal state.

Ghost Rider raised his fist again, and the bully stepped forward to continue his pursuit of Doctor Strange. But a flash of blue light slashed from the side at this moment, and Ghost Rider waved his arm to block it, and his arm collided with the beam. The powerful momentum shook his body, and he couldn't help but staggered two steps to the side.

Michael's palms flashed brightly, and three pulsed light cannons thundered one after the other. The Ghost Rider opened his jaw and roared, his palms were opened, and the magic power illusion flame blade was pinched in his hand, and the fire of his hands alternately stepped forward to meet it. The fire sword tore through the space, splitting the blue energy beam with an anxious aura. The fiery sword sprouted from below, drawing a scorching arc towards his throat.

Michael slaps out, his body bounces, and a somersault falls behind Ghost Rider. In his right palm, the pitch-black heavy sword appeared in the palm of his hand. The blade wrapped in blue light collided sonorously with the body of the sword condensed by flames, and sparks flew and energy burst out.

Doctor Strange also seized the opportunity to make a move. He flicked his right hand forward, and the spark flashed in his hand, and the fire-colored whip slashed out. The spell whip also slapped on the blade of the other flame sword in Ghost Rider's hand, binding the blade with a roll

The three forces stalemate for a short time, but only for a moment. The Ghost Rider's aura suddenly increased, and the flames burned even more violently. His eyes flashed red, and the shadow of a demon seemed to flash behind him briefly. His mouth opened, and the imposing hellfire suddenly erupted.

The two of them retreated together, carefully avoiding the engulfment of hellfire. Doctor Strange retreated as his hands formed the magic seal again, and the magic circle quickly spread out on the soles of Ghost Rider's feet. The doctor clasped his palms together and made a gesture similar to "off". The magic array rose up and turned into an ice-blue crystal, imprisoning the Ghost Rider.

With Ghost Rider's current strength, this spell couldn't hold him for long, but Strange had no intention of doing so. He kept the spell running with both palms, and said to Michael without squinting, "I can handle it here, you go first." ”

Ghost Rider was undead, and was only the vanguard of Mephisto's drive, which Mephisto had placed here in apparently to stop the two of them. There is no point in continuing to dwell on this.

"Then please."

Michael nodded at Dr. Chong, temporarily leaving behind the Ghost Rider and flying towards the palace.

***

The terrifying impact of magic swept through the hall like a tireless tsunami, shaking like an earthquake that threatened to overturn the entire castle. The whole palace was alarmed, and the guards rushed out of the main hall in a panic, but no one dared to enter it. Just half a step closer, and that manic wave of magic could tear any of them to shreds.

This is a war that belongs to their monarchy, and there is no room for them to intervene at all.

Today's Doom is no longer the rookie he was when he was by Michael's side, and now he is proud enough to be proud of this dimension in terms of magic attainments, and it is difficult for all the magicians in the world to find a few better than him. But even so, seventy percent of his attack methods were all defused by the other party. The woman who claimed to be his mother stood there with a breezy breeze, her body surging with the power of dark magic, so powerful that Doom had to be wary.

Of course, Doom didn't use all his strength. But even so, this is enough to prove that the quality of the method is excellent - at least not below Doom.

"That's enough, do you have to tear your armor off, Victor?" Cynthia said softly, "Don't force me to do this. It looks like it should cost a lot of money. Stop messing around. ”

She used the phrase "nonsense", and her tone was really like a mother educating her naughty little son, but she didn't get angry.

Doom stopped his attack. He slowly lowered his hand and stood there quietly looking the woman in the eye. Cynthia also stopped fighting back, and the spell fluctuations all over her body stopped. She stood there, looking into Doom's gaze, her eyes like a pool of calm water.

"Take off your mask, Victor." She said, "Let me see your face." ”

Doom did not do so.

"You want me to believe that you're the one I've been trying to save?" He asked coldly.

"Yes, and as you can see, I don't need your help anymore." Cynthia said, "I'm free. ”

"Mephisto never let go of a soul, let alone my mother's." "I've seen that demon with my own eyes, and I know what he's like. ”

"Yes, as a matter of common sense he wouldn't." Cynthia continued, "But nothing is absolute. After all this time, Mephisto may have grown tired of me. He doesn't torture me anymore, he doesn't pay attention to me anymore, he leaves me to fend for myself in hell. But as soon as his power waned I could find an opportunity, and I seized on the fleeting moment of hope and used a spell to win my own freedom. I don't want anything after that, the first thing I do is come here to you, Victor. ”

Doom raised his hand indifferently and pointed at her with his palm.

"Neither my instruments nor my spells can detect anything wrong with you, but don't expect me to believe you. I don't know what this trick is, but there's absolutely no chance that you're really ......"

"You should probably believe that, Victor."

Michael appeared from behind him at some point and reached out and pressed his raised arm.

"Because this man," said Michael, word for word, turned his gaze to the woman in front of Doom, "this is indeed your mother." ”