As early as the first time the Hive cast the teleportation ability, Michael had Shirley already have Shirley scan his movements, movement trajectory, distance and location of each flash, and synthesize various data to build a model to generate a response.

This is undoubtedly a huge amount of work, and it also requires considerable computational and analytical power. This requires a combination of all factors to consider the possibilities, which is an almost impossible task for the human brain. But for Shirley, a super-artificial intelligence, this is not unachievable.

Michael, with Shirley's assistance, took the knife and slashed off the hive's calf with a sharp turn. The hive was taken aback, but it didn't let it get confused, and the blue light enveloped his body again, and an instantaneous movement was transmitted elsewhere.

It's just a coincidence, it's just pure luck. Thinking so, the hive passed his figure to the direction of seven o'clock behind the opponent without thinking, and his ten fingers overflowed with dazzling electricity, and his mind led the various weapons that were levitating to prepare to attack again.

But before he could make a move, a blue light shot in his face, and the pulse energy struck him in the face like a flying hammer. The hive tilted its head, slammed its body, and couldn't fly out of it on its own.

Hell, what's going on? Can this guy still read minds?

The hive was amazed in his heart, but he didn't dare to stop moving. He was afraid that Michael would take advantage of the situation to pursue, so he hurriedly activated his ability again, and disappeared again in an instant.

However, at the moment before the blue energy around him was released and his body had not yet dissipated, Shirley made a lot of complex calculations according to the prediction algorithm designed on the spot, and once again gave his most likely position. This time, the probability of popping up in the computer is even higher than before, 91.23%.

Michael turned around and drew his knife, and the blade of the fan-shaped spell was thrown straight at Shirley's predicted direction. Sure enough, the hive flashed in the trajectory of the blade's whirlwind, as if it had deliberately sent its body under the knife. The fan-shaped weapon slammed into his chest, pinning the hive's body to the wall behind him without saying a word, sparks splattering.

The force field in the field suddenly stopped, and all the objects suspended in the sky fell to the ground, and countless beating electric snakes also let out their last sizzling and mournful sounds, completely dissipating. The hive was pinned to the wall by a fan-shaped weapon, and the majestic magic poured madly into his body along the spell weapon, his face as pale as paper.

He couldn't teleport anymore, and he couldn't use any more abilities. The domineering magic from the fan-shaped blade was now rampaging through his body, making it impossible for him to lift his energy to do anything.

He lost, and he had to accept the fact.

Michael walked slowly towards him. The hive struggled to look up, meeting him with a weak but still grim gaze.

"Come on." He said in a low voice, "Destroy me, destroy this body." But I'll survive, even if you shatter the bones of this body. I just had to find a new body...... Maybe your superpowered henchmen would be a good choice. ”

Michael tilted his head.

"You know, there's a guy who said something similar to you before."

He began to form the Dharma seal with both hands. The golden lines interlaced one by one, gradually forming a circular magic circle in front of him.

The Hive didn't know what it was, but he was sure he could feel an unfathomable darkness from it, as if it was about to swallow him up.

Cold, desperate instincts ran down his spine from the deepest depths of his heart, as if every cell in his body was telling him that there was no way to escape.

"What happened to that guy...... Let's just say it's a bit bad. ”

Michael made a "put" gesture with five fingers. The magic circle began to spin, as if an infinite darkness was revealing from it. The dark red flames roared silently and rushed out of it, and the flames without the slightest temperature were like a pitch-black phoenix, and the crazy waves of fire surged upward, drowning the hive's nailed body to the wall.

He let out a terrible, piercing scream. It was Mephisto's hellfire, from the depths of hell, from which no soul could escape. His indestructible flesh, his ability to heal from any injury, or his ability to constantly switch hosts could not help him escape the Hellfire. His flesh burned through, his muscles melted, and thousands of parasites desperately tried to escape from the burning shell, only to fall like embers of flames.

The circle swirled, and the torrent of hellfire dissipated. The place where the hive had been nailed was empty, leaving only the charred silhouette of a human figure deeply seared into the wall.

The beehive, the earth's first inhuman, the ancient king, and the god that the hydra believed in for thousands of years, has completely died, and even his soul has been burned to slag by the hellfire, and he has been completely wiped out.

"The signs of life are completely gone." "I think we can be sure that the hive is no longer a threat, sir." ”

"I think so."

Michael turned around and walked towards Daisy Johnson in the corner of the room. She was lying limply on the ground, breathing weakly. Michael had the computer scan her physical condition.

"Head impact, probably affected by the fight just now, with a slight concussion reaction." "But it shouldn't be a big deal." Do you want to take her back? ”

"Of course. But before that......"

Michael half turned his head and squinted his eyes at the half-collapsed back door of the main control room. A paralyzing indifferent gaze shot through the V-shaped eyepiece, firmly locked on the figure hiding behind the door.

He had already noticed that someone was there. However, the imaging system showed that the man was neither armed nor inadequate, and from the scans it appeared to be a purely ordinary person, so he ignored it before defeating the hive.

Dr. Radcliffe hid behind the door panel and peeked out to observe the room as events unleashed, and he almost screamed in delight at the sight of the mysterious guy in armor unleashing some flames that burned the hive to smithereens.

But he didn't dare to say anything, because the guy outside looked noticeably more difficult to mess with than the hive. Until the other party's eyes seemed to glance casually behind the door where he was hiding, he suddenly felt stiff, his hands and feet were cold, and he involuntarily stumbled out from behind the door, looking like a clown on the stage.

Dr. Radcliffe hurriedly got up, raised his hands and shouted, "Don't ...... Other! I was just forced to do things for him, and I wasn't really in the same league as him...... Ah, no, I didn't actually help him, he asked me to help him with the whole hell transformation of the Inhuman, but in fact, I didn't make any hair at all, so I shouldn't even be an accomplice, please don't kill me......"

Dr. Radcliffe's desire to survive exploded again, and he spoke at an extremely fast pace and begged for mercy like a cannon, and he opened his mouth to come, and his skills were extremely skillful, presumably honed under the obscenity of the hive.

But Michael didn't care what he said. The facial recognition system told Michael the identity of the doctor as soon as he came out.

"Dr. Holden Radcliffe?" He asked.

Dr. Radcliffe nodded like garlic, "It's me, it's me." ”

"I've read a few of your articles on parasitology and the design of mechanical-human neural interactions, and there are some highlights that I admire."

The doctor was stunned for a moment, and didn't figure out what kind of path this was, so he had to respond first: "No, no, it's just some superficial opinions......"

"Don't be nervous, doctor, I didn't mean to hurt you." "But I believe your talents should be used in a better platform, so I want to offer you a job...... As a biological consultant for a special agency. ”

The Doctor froze. What is this unfolding? A second ago, he thought that this guy would blow up his head without saying a word, but the other party gave him a letter of employment backhanded?

"Good...... All right. Dr. Radcliffe agreed, saying anything as long as you don't blow my head off.

"Then welcome to Heavenly Sword in advance, Doctor." Michael leaned over and picked up the unconscious Daisy, then opened a spell portal, "Come on, someone will assign you a position in a moment, and you still have several non-disclosure agreements to sign." He said that the man had entered the portal.

The Doctor stared at the space-cutting portal for a moment with wide eyes, and finally turned his heart sideways, gritted his teeth, and followed him in.

"Be brave, Radcliffe," he said to himself, "isn't it just a circle, what's all the fuss about?" ”