Skye felt that if he ranked the level coefficients of the various crisis situations he had experienced since joining S.H.I.E.L.D., this encounter would definitely break the record of all previous events.

An alien with a blue face descended from the sky, wielding a huge axe like Hercules Hercules, declaring that she was a humanoid weapon belonging to the alien empire, and preparing to capture her into a spaceship and bring her back to the alien planet.

And then comes the fun part. The only one standing between her and the alien Hercules at this moment to prevent them from taking her away is the Black Knight, the mysterious terrorist at the top of the Aegis danger wanted list.

"Hand me this human woman, and I'll be back to Kree in no time." The Cree said, "We don't need to clash, Earth warriors. ”

Well, I'm done. Skye thought. Because she felt that if she was this black knight, she couldn't find the slightest reason to stand up for herself. Now she only hopes that the rooms of the alien spacecraft will be spacious and comfortable, at least to make a good impression of the first space trip of her life that she will experience in a while.

But the answer of this "terrorist" gentleman was unexpected.

"Nope." He answered so hard that he didn't even look back at her.

"Huh?" The Cree people also seemed puzzled, "Why? ”

"It's simple. Because she is an earthling, it doesn't matter if she is a human or an alien. And you're a blue-skinned alien. Michael replied lightly, "In addition, if I ask you to bring her back, the Kree Empire will know that their experiments on Earth in ancient times have not failed." What will you do? Send an army to Earth and use humans as guinea pigs to restart this project to mass-produce superkillers for you? ”

The Cree man didn't answer the question, but Michael knew from his expression that he guessed right.

As if it knew that the battle was inevitable, the Kree lifted his axe and grimaced: "You will regret this decision, earthling." ”

Michael stretched out his right hand and made a defiant gesture.

The Kree roared and attacked with great vigour. He opened and closed widely, and his heavy axe whirred through the air. Michael lowered his head and flashed an axe, his right palm raised, and his left hand slashed out, grabbing straight at the Kree's axe-wielding arm. The Cree saw his movements clearly, and with a flick of his wrist, the axe dragged out a large arc, avoiding his grasp and swinging it towards the armor at his waist.

The Cree clearly thought they had avoided it, but for some reason Michael's grip was surprisingly precise enough to grab his arm and prevent his axe from swinging any further. His simple grasp seems to be fancy, but it makes people unavoidable, just like an evil one.

Michael's right knee jerked up, slamming into the Kree's lower abdomen like a pitch-black cannonball. The big alien shook violently and involuntarily took two steps back. This time, after he stood firm, he did not rush forward, but held the huge axe in front of him, and looked at the armored earthling in disbelief.

But just because he doesn't shoot doesn't mean his opponent won't either. Michael flipped his palm, and the magic power in his palm poured out, and the golden circle seemed to erupt into flames, transforming into a magic sword blade. Michael stepped forward, stabbing with his sword, dragging the tip of Mars straight at the Kree's throat.

The sword was extremely fast, and the angle was tricky and the trajectory was strange. The Kree were taken aback and subconsciously raised their axes to block. The blade forged by magic struck the back of the Kree's axe "dang", and sparks splashed out like raindrops.

But the alien metal that created the Kree axe was also surprisingly strong, and the blade of the sharpened magic sword struck its axe with only a few sparks, but it didn't penetrate directly. Michael kept moving, and the second move followed up with a stab in the left flank. This move was closely connected with the previous one, fast and ruthless, and the Kree had no choice but to take two steps back in a row.

The Kree sensed that something was wrong, and knew that if they continued like this, they would soon fall completely into the other party's pace. He stepped back to avoid the thorn, and then stepped back on, his heavy axe dragging a heavy whirlwind toward him. He had great brute strength, but his axe swing was exaggerated, and Michael could see at least seven flaws in his movements at a glance. With a flick of his blade, he dragged a bolt of fire towards the Kree forearm, and slammed his left palm into his abdomen with a pulse.

It was another clever move that made people feel unstoppable, and the Kree had no choice but to pull away again. The scorching blade sliced through a pile of shrubs with a burst of light, and the pulsed light cannon grazed the Kree's lower abdomen to the extreme, shattering a towering giant tree.

Without a moment's respite, Michael's spell dagger and pulsed light cannon flanked and attacked again. His swordsmanship was sharp, and the powerful energy cannon was fired one after another, sweeping towards the Kree in layers. His eyes are extremely sharp, and each attack is fiercely aimed at the flaws and weaknesses in the opponent's movements. The Kree hurriedly brandished their tomahawks, and kept retreating while parrying, and in less than ten rounds of fighting, he had retreated sixteen or seventeen paces in a row, and he was extremely difficult to defend, not to mention attacking and counterattacking.

Finally, the Kree retreated so many steps and finally landed on a boulder on the slope, and there was no way to avoid it. Michael took advantage of the situation to press, and the pulsed light cannon was bombarding the back of the axe in front of the opponent's block, and the impact shook the Kree man's arm numb. The magic dagger followed suit, and the tip of the sword slammed into the edge of the opponent's axe. The Kree were unsteady for a moment, and the heavy tomahawk flew out of his hand, and with several spins he was half-inserted into the earth.

Michael handed out his left palm, and the pulse cannon slapped into the Kree's chest. The Cree slammed into the boulder on his back and slid down the boulder, slumping to the ground and completely powerless.

The black boots pressed against his chest and abdomen, and Michael pointed his sword at his neck, and it only took him half a move to slice the blade open his throat. Even for the Cree, it was fatal.

The Kree lay on their backs, seemingly accepting the fact that they were no match for this Earth warrior at all and gave up resistance. But he gasped and said, "You can't kill me." ”

"Oh?"

"The Kree Empire has detected an ancient experimental field left on Earth and activated it, so it sent me on a reconnaissance mission." The Kree threatened, "If you kill me, the great Kree Empire will know." They will judge the Earth as a dangerous area and send in real troops. When the invincible Kree fleet will easily wipe out the entire solar system, your race will be destroyed. ”

"Yes." Michael's tone was still calm, "But alas, that's probably not going to happen." Because you will return to the Kree Empire now, you will report to your superiors who sent you that the signal from the test site on Earth is a false alarm, and that the Kree people's ancient Inhuman experiments on Earth have proved to be a failure. ”

The Kree looked him straight in the eye, his eyes narrowing slightly, "Why do you think I'm going to do this for you?" ”

"I never said you'd do anything for me. But you have to know ......"

Michael slowly leaned down, holding the spell dagger in his right hand, and a light green magic array appeared in the palm of his left hand. A faint pale green smoke gradually emerged, drifting lightly through the darkness.

“...... I'm a very persuasive person. ”