The executioner, the child born of a god and a giant, does not have the size of a giant, but is also born with divine powers. He was raised by giants as a child, but was ostracized due to his relatively short size. Later, he developed a strong skill and killed many giants, so he was given the title of "Executioner".

Later, like countless other men, the already famous executioner was also captured by the charm of the sorceress Amora, and henceforth willingly drove by her, and would not hesitate to carry out any orders she had.

...... Well, in fact, to put it bluntly, it's a spare tire. But the executioner was quite happy with the spare tire, and he didn't want his favorite goddess to be impressed by his perseverance one day, as long as he could follow Amora every day to brush up his presence, and then try to make himself a little more useful to her.

It's a pity that Amora really has no interest in this one, and the reason why he follows him is purely because he is a tough warrior, and even in Asgard it is difficult to find an opponent. The executioner fought the famous Thor, the god of thunder, several times for the sake of Amora, and sometimes fought to the same level as the son of Odin.

The irony, though, is that the only man in Amora's life who has ever been truly emotionally involved seems to be Thor. It's just that Thor doesn't have much interest in her, no matter how much she tries to confuse or even uses all kinds of spells to confuse, Thor doesn't move, and maintains a loving and ignorant attitude towards her.

But being able to fight Thor many times without even falling behind, the Executioner is undoubtedly a pretty formidable fighter. A top-notch warrior paired with a top-notch wizard like Amora, the combination of the two is an absolute nightmare for most of those who provoke them.

Amola had just deliberately shown weakness, using an advanced stealth spell to conceal the executioner's whereabouts, allowing him to sneak behind Michael without even detecting the armor's sensors.

The executioner gesture was a must-have axe, but Michael's surprisingly alert and quick reaction failed to work.

But the executioner had already seized the opportunity, and he was so strong that the heavy axe slashed diagonally down his shoulder. Michael dodged sideways. But the executioner, as if he had expected it in advance, stopped him in the middle of the axe, and suddenly slashed him in the waist and abdomen with a horizontal axe. Michael's waist assist thrusters push forward and backwards while jumping backwards to dodge. But the executioner scrambled to follow, and the third axe was lifted from the bottom to the top, and the trajectory was straight to the top of the head along the abdomen.

The executioner trained hard since childhood, slaying countless giants, and finally won the title of "Executioner" and became a powerful warrior feared by everyone. This axe was his most handy weapon, and there were hundreds of blood stained on his axe, including some powerhouses in the Nine Realms.

He had been studying the use of this tomahawk for many years, and he had already reached the point of being superb. At this time, he took out three axes in a row, and the moves and rhythms of these three axes were tightly linked together, and each step predicted the opponent's possible evasion in advance, and each axe compressed the opponent's dodge and move space. Three axes in a row, by the time of the third axe, the opponent had no way to retreat, forcing the opponent to have to take his edge.

Before Michael could settle on his heels, the heavy axe reached his abdomen. To be able to use such a bulky weapon to perform such a swift chain of attacks, in addition to the executioner's amazing arm strength, his delving into the technique of moves is also commendable.

Michael pressed his left palm, his right palm was on top, and his palms rotated back, and a huge spell ring quickly appeared between his palms. The executioner's gesture slammed into the ring with a heavy axe, only to feel an indescribable strange force in his hand, which inexplicably led his axe to turn along the edge of the ring for most of the circle, and drew an arc from bottom to top, and the force had been buffered by most of it. In the end, he was slapped by Michael's right palm on the back of the axe, and the axe split the trunk of a thick tree behind him in two.

Michael took another step back, his right hand was formed, and the magic sword spat out in a flurry of flying sparks.

The executioner slashed again and again, and Michael stabbed straight with his sword. Swords and axes intersected, and the blades collided with a crisp sound. Michael felt a domineering strange force coming back from the sword, and the spell sword swayed like a flame in the wind, and the sword body involuntarily tilted.

Sure enough, amazing divine power.

Michael looked down to avoid an axe, then took a step back, no longer touching his axe head-on. His sword trembled, his fire flickered, and he focused on the flaws in his executioner's movements. But as soon as the executioner came to save him with an axe, he immediately put away his sword, and never fought with him, until the executioner showed a flaw in his next action.

The executioner has a divine power comparable to Thor, but he has nowhere to use it, because he can't even touch his opponent. After only two or three rounds, Michael struck the executioner with a sword that stabbed him in both eyes. The executioner was swinging his axe in the air at this time, and his strength was not yet exhausted, and he had neither time to collect nor dodge, and it seemed that there was no way to avoid it.

Although he is a hybrid of a god and a giant, and his skin is invulnerable, it is impossible for him to be unscathed by a weapon forged by magic that stabs him in the eye.

Seeing that the sword had pierced no more than an inch from his eyeball, the long sword paused as if it had defied the will of its master. A pale green cloud enveloped the tip of the spell blade, holding it in the palm of its hand like an invisible hand, making it impossible to hand out half a point.

It was Amora, who had been watching the fight between the two of them, and would use spells to help whenever she had the chance. She magically grabbed Michael's blade to prevent him from blinding the executioner, and immediately fired another attack spell directly at him. Almost at the same moment, the executioner also rolled up his tomahawk and swept towards him with a wind, forming a flank with the witch's spell.

Michael's timing was surprisingly accurate, he raised his sword, blocked the executioner's fierce axe in front of him, and at the same time leaped backwards, using the strange force of the opponent's axe to accelerate backwards, just in time to avoid the witch's spell. On the contrary, the executioner was cut off by this spell, and he could not pursue it for a while.

Amora's arms swirled, and a thick green mist was once again released on the ground where the two sides were fighting, enveloping both sides of the battle. The undercurrent of Dao Dao spells swam in the thick fog, as if thousands of poisonous snakes were hidden, looking for a gap and waiting for an opportunity.

The executioner crossed the axe, gently flicked the handle of the axe in his hand, and showed a look of "eat you" in his eyes, looking at Michael coldly through the mist of mist.

I see, a mage and a warrior? In general, it can be really difficult to deal with.

Michael casually spun the sword in his hand in a light circle.

But he already had an idea.