The Giant Ymir had struggled to support himself under the strange power of the giant, and the four Asgardian warriors had already been injured of varying degrees and their strength had already been exhausted in the confrontation with the giant. At this time, the frost giant was knocked out coldly, the pressure on the hands of the four of them decreased sharply, and the tense muscles finally relaxed, only to feel that the strength of the whole body seemed to be squeezed dry, and the slightest strength could not be lifted again.

Sif half-knelt in the snow, sword in his right hand, heavy gasps exhaled clumps of white mist in the cold air. She saw the armored human walking past her and walking towards the giant unhurriedly, and hurriedly reminded: "Wait! Ymir is too strong, it's not an opponent you can fight. Run, mortal, it's not your fight. ”

Michael ignored it, neither stopping nor speeding up, still walking smoothly and evenly towards the giant.

The giant Ymir stood firm, his eyes sneering and contemptuous.

"Mortals in the atrium are rare, I haven't seen a mortal in a long time." He said in a deep voice, "Why, do you want to challenge me too?"

Michael ignored it, only raised his arm slightly, and with five fingers, another blue pulse cannon was fired.

Ymir scattered the beam of energy with a single axe. His red eyes narrowed, and he snorted heavily, "Okay." A mortal, originally I didn't bother to do anything with you, because it wasn't worth it. But if you insist on it, then I will fulfill you. ”

Michael still ignored it, and it was another pulse cannon. Ymir split with an ice axe again, followed by a roar of rage, and an axe slashed wide.

Michael dodged an axe, and the heavy axe cut through the snow at his feet, slashing deep into the frozen ground. Before Ymir's strength was exhausted, the heavy axe was immediately pulled out of the ground, drawing an ice-blue arc and sweeping it over. Michael slumped slightly, his icy tomahawk swinging almost against his helmet.

Michael's left palm magic circle conjured, and the pale gold ring was thrown to his side, "sonorously" blocking the heavy axe of the ice crystals, and slashed into a violent spark. His right palm went straight out, and the pulse impact slammed into the giant's chest. The Frost Giant's body shook violently, and he leaned back, and his chest was violently blocked by Qixi Festival.

Ymir's anger increased sharply, and he slashed at the waist with an axe that swept through a thousand armies, and the air currents he pulled were rolled out like blades. As Michael had anticipated, the thruster on his back kicked in, and the tail flame jet propelled him into a volley above the giant's head. He palmed his palms down, and the pulse cannon alternately bombarded, and the energy exploded on the top of the giant's head and shoulders.

The giant turned angrily, and the axe swept behind him in a half-arc, slashing towards the landing spot where Michael landed behind him. The two sides of Michael's armor waist ribs were activated, the auxiliary thrusters pushed forward, and the tail flame pushed his body backwards, and in the blink of an eye, he withdrew and floated out of a distance of three or five meters, and the axe suddenly missed.

Michael raised his palms flat, the energy was urged, and the two beams of pulsed energy grabbed the opponent's axe and shot out in the air, but it was too late to withdraw. But the difference is that this time it is not a conventional burst of explosion, but a continuous output of beam impact. The blue beam hit at the same time, flattening the huge figure more than ten meters away, and a huge rock covered with ice and snow was smashed and cracked on the spot along the way.

The four Divine Domain warriors were dumbfounded.

It took only three or five moves from this armored mortal to Ymir, and during this period, the powerful giant ancestor Ymir seemed to have been completely suppressed throughout the whole process. If it weren't for the fact that the four of them had just been taught a lesson by the giant, they would almost have been tempted to wonder if some miscellaneous giant who happened to look like him had been mistaken for Ymir.

Mortals from the Atrium can defeat the Ancestral Giant Ymir

None of them would have believed it if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes...... They couldn't believe it.

It's not just a few of them, it seems that the giant Ymir himself finds it difficult to accept. He quickly jumped to his feet, roaring demonstratively, and the eyes that looked at the armored mortal became a little more vigilant.

Michael didn't mean to talk nonsense with him. With a flip of his palm, he pulled out the Kree heavy sword from the circle, and the moment the force field was activated, a large snowflake was blown away, and the snow splashed violently in the air current. Following the formation of a magic seal in his left hand, the magic circle in his palm gently swept over the jet-black sword body, and the spell instantly raised the temperature of the surface of the heavy sword to thousands of degrees, and even the steel sword body was distorted under the refraction of light.

Ymir's ice axe slashed again, but his movements were much more cautious than before, leaving a little more room for maneuver when he made his moves, and his attack was no longer as sharp as before. But it didn't make the slightest difference to the outcome. Michael slashed with his sword, and the enchanted hot blade slashed through the giant's wrist, leaving a hot scratch on his wrist, and the ice axe spun out of his hand. Then the second sword stabbed him in the shoulder blade, the tip of the sword piercing through his solid skin, and the magic power pierced into his body like a rocket of thousands of degrees, as if it was about to boil all his cold internal organs, and the giant screamed.

The pain sparked the giant's nerves, and for a moment he almost lost his mind. The giant's huge ice fist seemed to bring 10,000 tons of strange power to the door. Michael didn't dodge or dodge, the heavy sword was sharpened, and at the same time, a sword with magic and superimposed force field and energy slashed the giant's arm off, and the severed arm fell heavily into the snow.

The last sword. Michael bent his knees slightly, jumped up, and the jet of tail flames helped him to leap up in an instant. He crossed the blade of the sword, holding the sword in both hands, and the sword light flashed, leaving a red sword mark in the snow curtain. The giant's neck was simply severed, and his head flew high in the air, and the screams came to an abrupt end. Until the head fell into the snow, the giant's scarlet eyes were still round, and he did not blink until he died.

It's crisp and neat, and the whole process is breezy. Legend has it that the ancestor giant Ymir was beheaded by an unknown earthling who suddenly sprang out in such an unknown way, and died inexplicably.

Perhaps the shock was beyond words, and several Asgardians didn't even make a comment for a while, but just looked at the corpse and the head, and then at the blue-black armor that calmly landed on the ground to collect the sword, and only the same thought popped up in their minds.

...... That's it

Michael's heavy sword withdrew from the circle, and the circle disappeared in an instant. He squinted at a few of the embarrassed-looking Divine Domain people, and after confirming that they were all right, he turned around without saying a word, and walked forward to leave.

"Wait...... Wait! Ms. Sif was the first to react. She stood up and said loudly, "Please do us a favor." ”