The pulse light cannon fired at zero distance, mixed with energy in the palm of Michael's palm, and the burning sensation was transmitted to Loki's cheek through the air. At the moment of the flash, Loki seemed to recall the fear of being stepped on by this person and being pressed against the face by the pulse cannon, as if the god of death was pressed against his neck and breathing coldly.

Without thinking, Loki hurriedly pulled away his gun in a mess and leaned back and avoided it. The scorching energy beam almost shot through his cheek, shattering a golden pillar supporting the hall in the middle.

It's so dangerous. Loki avoided it, but he was still scared, but suddenly came to his senses...

......No! I am already carrying the power of the omnipotent Heavenly Father, why do you still have to be so arrogant as to have such an ordinary energy cannon???

I suddenly remembered this and couldn't help but furious. He had already seized the power of Odin, and now he has the power of magic. As long as he wanted, it would be impossible to destroy the entire Nine Realms. Why should I be afraid of such a mere mortal?

Well, maybe... maybe... maybe it's just that their last encounter was too unpleasant, leaving Loki with too deep psychological shadows so much that fear was costly...

This once again reminded Loki of the shame he suffered at the hands of this mortal, and he couldn't help but become even more furious.

"Mortal! You will pay for blasphemy!"

He said viciously, and the Eternal Spear pierced over with a deep blue spiral energy. Gangniel burst out his divine power, and the blue light rushed like layers of waves, blocking Michael's blockade was extremely laborious even if he moved half a step.

Michael raised his arm to hold the golden spear, and the tip of the spear scraped past the arm armor plated with Ulujin, and bursts of blue lights were overflowing. Michael pushed away two shots in a row with bare hands, and Loki pushed the spear forward, and the spear pierced head-on with a spiral cyclone that seemed to penetrate everything. Michael swirled his arms and condensed into a magic array within a few seconds. The magic array swirled quickly, and the divine power bursting on the gun was led out, shattering the floor tiles on the oblique right. However, the remaining unremoved aftermath was still very strong. Michael flew back, and the tail flame behind his back sprayed, leaving about three steps before falling back to the ground.

Michael opened his right palm and pulled out the magic circle, reaching out to draw out the dark heavy sword from the magic circle. He flipped the Kerry heavy sword in his hand, held the hilt steadily, the sword tip drooped, and the heavy and thick aura burst out invisibly from the sword.

Like the armor, the sword was also plated with Ulujin. The dwarf king was just as happy as he was casting Ulujin from head to toe anyway, and he didn't care about such a weapon. So with the idea of ​​sending Buddha to West, Yitri simply made him a complete set of services, and even this Kree heavy sword was cast into Ulujin, and he was blessed by divine power.

The heavy sword in Michael's hand was originally a "universal weapon" of Kerry's god-level individual armed forces transformed from Ronan, and it is already a rare powerful weapon in the universe. Now with the blessing of Urujin and divine power, it can be said that it is not inferior to Thor's Hammer Miaoer... No, it may even be even better.

The Rocky spear danced, the wind swept across, and the magic cyclone shot from the tip of the spear. Michael swung his sword to block it, and the heavy sword body stirred with the golden spear, and the gold and iron clashed. The melodious and crisp sound seemed to ring a huge tuning fork, and invisible ripples spread from the intersection of the two magical weapons to the entire hall. The pillars supporting the hall buzzed one after another, and gravel and dust fell from the roof, as if the entire dome was about to be overturned by the force of the impact.

The two weapons broke up as soon as they touched each other, and they changed their own moves and started to confront each other fiercely at an increasingly fast pace.

Loki's move style is as mysterious and cunning as his own personality. It is mysterious, cunning and unpredictable. Gangniel is like a poisonous python waiting for an opportunity to move in his hands, living in the deep forest. When he had the chance, he spit out his letter and attacked, showing off his sharp fangs. Gangniel was attached with an extremely powerful and powerful divine power of Odin. Every shot he stabbed seemed to touch the space, and blue ripples appeared in the air, and even the airflow that was pulled by it seemed like a scorching blade.

Michael stood firm and waved his heavy sword. The black sword body danced with the whistling sound of wind. The accompanying divine power mixed into the sword wind and force field, as if a long river embankment was built to resist the fierce attacks of Rocky one after another.

The two of them fought faster and faster, and their power and speed increased proportionally over time. Michael waved his sword with his right hand, and his empty left hand continued to transform into various magic circles, casting various magic spears to assist. The Loki spear danced like hundreds of golden snakes, and with its domineering and powerful magic, it destroyed most of the magic spells Michael used. The two fought hard, the attack was as fierce as a rainstorm, but the defense was also as solid as each other. The overlapping force field and the field of magic power formed by the two sides quickly expanded, blurring the figures of the two. The airflow quickly wandered in the hall, the carpet was lifted up, the floor tiles were shattered, and all the load-bearing pillars were crying. The entire Asgard's palace seemed to be shaking.

Loki took the lead in the air, and Michael's tail flame suddenly spitted, chasing and rising at a high speed without any slow speed. Two afterimages froze and took off, and the golden dome was penetrated like thin paper. They broke through the roof and rose to a height of hundreds of meters. During this period, the heavy sword and spear did not stop and collided for a moment.

Only then did Sif and Asgard pass through the palace one after another and rush into the hall from the blown-off gate.

Thor, who was knocked over to the ground by Loki, then struggled to support himself with his knees and gasped violently while holding the wall. Iron Man also sat there against a pillar, and the backup power supply was exhausted, and the arc-shaped reactor on his chest flashed and disappeared like starlight.

"Thor!" Several people hurried to him.

"Friends, are you...all of you?" Thor asked hard to calm his breath.

"We're OK," Sif asked, "Where is Loki?"

Thor did not answer, but subconsciously looked up at the crack in the dome. Several people followed his gaze and saw the gap, as if they immediately understood what was going on.

"It's that mortal." Sif walked directly below the thrust, looking up at the gap in the sky, and could hear a loud bang like a burst outside. She felt unbelievable, "He was really in equal measure with Loki, who possessed the power of the Heavenly Father."

"That's the Black Knight, right?" Tony stood up again by barely controlling the armor. He looked at Thor and asked, "His suit...I scanned his suit with the same material as your hammer?"

"It's Urukin." Hogan nodded, "We went to Nidavil. The master of craftsman Yitri used Urukin to sublimate his armor and gave the magical power of the battle suit."

"It's not very much in line with the rules, we know, but we have no choice." Sif explained, "I know how incredible it sounds, but believe me, that mortal is our greatest hope to defeat Loki..."

To her surprise, Thor's evaluation of her seemed to be no surprise, and he nodded and said, "I understand." After a pause, he raised his hand and called the Thor Hammer that fell not far away back into his hand, and said lightly, "But this is our battle, I must go and have a good chat with Loki myself."
Chapter completed!