Doom shook his head, he couldn't see his current expression due to his helmet, but it was conceivable that it wouldn't be too pretty.

He kicked his feet, and two blue propulsion flames erupted from the back of his armor, causing him to lunge forward, slamming Michael into the wall with both palms on his shoulders, as if the entire corridor was trembling slightly.

Doom seems to have been somewhat influenced by Michael in the design of the armor's propulsion system, and he also chose to put the thrusters on the back. In fact, there are many parts of his armor that can be vaguely seen in the design of Michael's technology, and some ideas and ideas have been deeply ingrained in his mind, and may not linger in the future.

Doom's iron ash punch slammed into Michael's face without mercy. Michael's head swayed, and the punch pierced through the walls of Kerry like a piledriver.

Michael squinted at the iron fist that rubbed his cheek, and commented lightly: "The punch power and explosion are quite good." But the deceleration cushioning for short-distance propulsion is slightly flawed, and your words should have been better designed......"

"Shut up!"

Doom slammed another punch in the face, only to be snapped by Michael's open palm. Michael flipped his wrist, squeezed his fist in his hand, twisted it with force, turned over and reversed the position of the two, twisted Doom's arm and slammed him against the wall.

"Dormammu affects your mind and messes up your brain. Haven't noticed? Michael leaned close to his ear and exerted force on the gigagor structure on his arm, "The Victor von Doom I know is not the only one of this size. ”

Doom roared furiously, his body jerked down, and the flames erupted from Michael's hand at the elbow of his gauntlet, and he spun around and struck him with an elbow. Michael ducked away, and Doom's heavy elbow left a deep depression in the wall.

Doom came with another punch and was grabbed by Michael's wrist. Michael's left foot was steep, auxiliary thrusters popped out on either side of his calf, and the thrusting flame amplified the power of the kick into the belly of Doom's armor. The silver-gray armor slammed through the exterior wall of the hallway, billowing into the room at the back in a thick cloud of smoke.

Michael walked in through the hole he had knocked through. The fire on Doom's back erupted again, and two flames pushed his armor to his feet, and one accelerated towards Michael again.

Pitch-black mana erupted from Doom's fist, and invisible pressure covered most of the room. Michael blocked a few punches, and Doom's punches became more and more intense, and the pressure from his punches and kicks became stronger. In just a few blinks of an eye, the majestic and evil magic was already flowing through his body, and dark green and gray cyclones lingered around him, bursting out with each of his punches.

Perhaps because the evil god Dormammu also likes Doom as a pawn, or because Doom is naturally very compatible with the dark arts, Michael finds that the pressure he feels from Domam's attack seems to be much stronger than Dormam's number one fan, Casillas, and it can even be said that he is not at the same level at all.

Durm roared, and crimson energy attached to his right arm armor, blasting out with his right fist. Michael flashed sideways, and a table behind him was blown up and broken into pieces.

Doom's left palm was held high, and the edge of the metal palm seemed to be vaguely attached to the air current, like a hand knife that wanted to cut everything down. Michael's right hand conjured up a magic circle and drew the powerful slash away. The air currents in Doom's palm burst out and slashed through the walls and flew out.

Doom clenched his right hand into a fist, his left hand made a knife, and the red energy beam and the powerful hand knife were intertwined, and the attack was like a storm without breathing. The energy weapons of his suit were obviously also amplified by black magic, and each blow had a cold magical aura to the bone, and if he hit vibranium head-on, he probably wouldn't be able to completely block the magic power.

Michael held the line with both hands, pulled or led, dismantled the block, and completely blocked any form of attack from Doom. A domineering cyclone swept through the room, and Red Shock went on a rampage, destroying almost everything in the room. But no matter how hard Doom tried, everything else in the room was blown beyond recognition, it just didn't hurt Michael.

He slashed sideways with his knife. Michael saw it accurately, seized the moment the blow hit the ribs to the ribs, and lifted the knee sideways, and knocked the knife off the way with his knee. Dom's right hand was about to grab him on the shoulder, but Michael preemptively fired a pulsed beam right in the chest. The armor on his chest had been blasted open, but Kerry's memory alloy quickly repaired itself. However, the magic energy armor carried in this cannon could not be stopped after all, and the magic power pierced into Doom's body like a cold ice pick from his chest, stirring the dark magic that filled his body violently, making him unspeakably uncomfortable.

Doom gritted his teeth, put his hands together, and the magic power condensed again, and two indistinguishable air blades appeared in his hands. He stepped forward, his left hand on top and his right hand on the bottom, slashing three times in a row, and the dark magic it inspired was far better than Casillas's mana before. So Michael flipped his palm, and an extra spell sword appeared in his hand, and fought him with a one-handed sword.

Doom's double blades are far more skilled than they were in previous training, and their blades are more than ten times more powerful. The outlines of his weapons are blurry and unclear, and each of his knives carries a powerful magical power that is difficult to resist with conventional spell weapons.

However, Michael only held a longsword forged from basic spells, but he did not directly intersect with Doom's blade. He took three steps back in a row to dodge Doom's mighty three swords, and the built-in computer had already assisted in predicting several possible follow-up moves for Doom. As soon as Doom's fourth sword was swung, Michael immediately handed out his long sword, and the sword was so precise that it stabbed into the gap between Doom's left chest armor and the part of his arm, and stabbed him in the shoulder like a bamboo.

Doom let out an "ah", and the blade in his left hand suddenly fell out of his hand. But the blade he held in his right hand followed. Michael's free left hand reached out and snatched the blade from his hand. Then he clenched his right fist, and his wrist opened the activation port, and the invisible shock wave blasted out with a buzzing sound, knocking Dom out of the air.

The shockwave cannon that simulates the ability of the Shockwave Girl, ironically, he has never used this weapon in actual combat before, and the first time he used it was actually used against Doom, the developer of this weapon.

Michael formed a magic seal with both hands, slowly drew a circle with his arms, and drew a huge golden magic circle in front of him. He slowly passed his palms out and pressed them lightly on the back of the circle.

"It's almost time to wake up, Victor."

A stream of golden light roared out of the circle, like a waterfall gushing out. The light pierced through the armor and poured into Doom's body. Doom snorted heavily, and distorted black shadows blasted out from the back of his armor, unwillingly washed away, like stains washed away by a faucet turned on to its highest gear.

Doom put his hands on the ground, and he fell to the ground, panting violently. The dark matter that had been rushed out of his back gradually decreased, the golden light flow gradually weakened, and the frequency of his wheezing gradually decreased, and it seemed that it was gradually returning to normal.

A high-level purification spell that is often used to deal with situations that require exorcism, such as demonic possession, should theoretically also be able to dispel the dark magic power that Dormammu forcibly instilled in him, helping him to return to normal.

"Dark magic readings are reduced to a minimum." Shirley also gave the results of the spell energy detection, "I believe you succeeded, sir. ”

Michael frowned: "No. ”

The dwindling reading of dark magic energy on the screen suddenly stopped, and after about half a second, the reading began to soar again as if it had bottomed out. A huge whirlpool visible to the naked eye swirled and opened from the top of Doom's head, and the boundless darkness poured into Doom's body like a drooping waterfall, and in just three or five seconds, the reading had soared more than before.

Doom stood up, let out a low roar, and shook his arms. Boundless darkness erupted from his body, and darkness invaded everything around him. Everything around them is gone, except for Michael and Doom. They entered a special spell enchantment.

A pair of huge eyes emerged from the darkness, scarlet, twisted, and glowing with cold, seeping light.

Michael's eyes narrowed slightly.

Dormammu.