The magic portal swirled open on the roof in the night, and Doom was thrown out of the golden circle almost roughly. Michael walked out right behind him, the spell portal swirling behind him.

Doom sat on his back on the ground and subconsciously shrank back, looking at the strange man in high-tech armor in disbelief. He had just seen with his own eyes what this guy was capable of, and he had witnessed a shocking battle between the two sides that were far beyond his current cognitive ability, and he was still trying to digest it all.

The blue light in the V-eyepiece went out, the armored power source stopped working, and the arms that cut off the power supply naturally drooped. The black and gold armor opens in the middle, and Michael Paso walks out of it. He looked tired, but his gaze at Doom was as cold as ice.

He's clearly not in the best shape - but any mage who has just fought a demon is unlikely to be much better.

Doom couldn't help but exclaim, "It's you? ”

"What are you thinking?" Michael asked coldly, "A man rushes into hell with a hot head and runs recklessly to find Mephisto to die?" ”

"I just...... Trying to save my mother. Doom said, his voice not as sharp as before. He had waited too many years to build the machine and prepare for this rescue, and saving his mother's soul had been his only goal since he was very young. He had always thought that his efforts to this day had helped him make great progress, and the tireless praise from the army and the school had made him a little carried away and overestimated himself.

It wasn't until today that he realized that he hadn't come even the slightest closer to that unattainable goal.

Yes, he found his way to hell. But so what? He saw first-hand how powerful the demon with his mother's soul was, the god in hell who ruled everything, possessed endless power and power. He wasn't even an ant in the face of that demon, and the other party could easily wipe him out.

In the end, everything he did turned out to be meaningless. His mother's soul is still imprisoned in the hands of demons, and he has not achieved anything so far......

No, it's not without progress.

Doom raised his head, and his gaze subconsciously fell on the young man in front of him who had just stepped out of his armor.

He looked at Michael Paso differently now than he did three days ago. Doom used to be very conceited, but what he had just seen and heard had blown away his pride. He saw with his own eyes the power of God, and also saw how the human being in front of him used knowledge and technology to fight against God. This man not only made the god deflated, but finally managed to cover him and escape from hell.

Perhaps in all these experiences so far, only the encounter with this young man is the greatest progress he has ever made, and perhaps this person is his greatest hope that he can save his mother.

"It could have been much worse." Michael continued, "Have you ever thought about the consequences of such recklessness? It's not as easy as dying in one death. Mephisto may have imprisoned your soul in hell as well, and he will hurt you, torture you, and use you to hurt your mother...... Or, on the other hand, use her to hurt you. He paused, "I thought you were a smart man." ”

"Are you...... That's right. If you don't show up, things can really be very bad......"

Doom surprisingly admitted. He lowered his head, and the word "thanks" hovered around his mouth for a long time, but in the end he still couldn't say it. It seems that the magic phrase is still too difficult for him.

"I owe you a favor." He finally changed his words, paused and added, "Very affectionate." ”

Doom is haughty, withdrawn, and never gets along with people, but deep down he's a very vulnerable child. He had been alone since the day his mother died, and this long-term loneliness was all transformed into longing for his mother and the desire to rescue her, which was enough to make a brilliant mind lose its coolness.

"You...... The spell you just used ......" Doom stood up and said, "Teach me...... Help me save my mother. ”

He never asked for help in his life, even because his faith had just suffered a devastating blow, but it was still the first time for him.

Michael looked at him: "That means, you accepted the offer?" ”

"No matter what the conditions." Doom is unwavering.

Michael shrugged his shoulders: "Honestly, you don't have a lot of options. Victor von Doom had died a few hours earlier, and his private laboratory at the state university and his dormitory had just exploded, affecting an entire floor. It won't be long before they add you to the death list. ”

Doom disagreed: "That would save us a lot of trouble, wouldn't it?" ”

Michael stood back in the open armor. The armor seemed to detect the owner's entry and automatically responded, the black-gold shell was assembled and closed, and the power source was restarted.

"Let's go." He beckoned and opened another spell portal, "I'll show you your lab. ”

***

In the third week, Gideon Malik's "legendary leader" brought back from another world finally began to look like a leader. After devouring more than a dozen people as nourishment, the hive was completely rejuvenated, and even a little domineering. His expression was always unwavering, and nothing seemed to stir up even the slightest wave of emotion in him, but even that warm face always revealed a fierce sense of oppression.

Malik had to admit to himself that he was a little afraid of confronting the "great leader."

To his displeasure, Hive showed amazing charisma and persuasiveness. Not to mention that for Inhumans, he can directly use parasitic infections to force the other party to willingly submit to him, even for those ordinary humans who are not Inhumans, he also has a strong contagion. Increasingly, the hive passed past Malik and gave orders directly to his men, and his loyal subordinates carried out the hive's orders as a matter of course without asking him for advice.

He was a little unhappy, but he didn't dare to express it.

The gratifying part, though, is that the eerie "Great Leader" is finally starting to get interested in getting down to business.

Under his inquiry, Malik gave him a detailed account of the history of Hydra over the years, as well as the tragic situation of Hydra today. He tells the Hive that the enemy's sphere of influence now spans the globe, and that all they can do is stay in the shadows that remain undetected.

He then shows a series of vague clips of the Black Knights themselves (and the old black and white armor) in which the high-tech armor-clad enemy descends from the sky and single-handedly penetrates the elite Hydra troops, acting without pressure.

The hive carefully watched the video back and forth, and did not say a word for a long time. Malik waited nervously on the side, for fear that he would say in the next sentence, "I can't handle this as a god, you better throw me back to the other world and wait for death."

After watching the video three times, Hive looked up and said slowly, "I need people." ”

It's easy to have a plan. Malik suddenly came to his senses: "How many people?" We're short on manpower, but I'll see if I can figure it out......"

Hive shook her head, "I mean Inhumans are needed, and the more the better." ”

Malik thought for a moment and frowned.

"We have unconfirmed information that there seems to be a large number of Inhumans gathered in one place. But there are many of them, and they all have abilities, and we are now empty......"

"It doesn't matter." The hive said coldly, "Take me there." ”