As early as when the hive first used the instantaneous movement ability, Michael began to ask Shirley to scan his movements, movement trajectory, distance and position of each flash, and to combine various data to build a model to generate a response plan.

This is undoubtedly a huge workload and requires quite powerful computing and analysis capabilities. This requires combining all factors to consider various possibilities, which is almost impossible for the human brain. But for the super artificial intelligence Shirley, this is not impossible to achieve.

With Shirley's assistance, Michael took the knife and turned around and cut off the hive's calf. The hive was shocked, but it did not mess up. The blue light once again wrapped around his body, and in an instant it moved to another place.

It was just a coincidence, it was just a simple luck. The beehive thought so, and without thinking, it transmitted its body to the direction of seven o'clock behind the other party. The ten fingers were filled with dazzling currents, and the thoughts moved the various suspended weapons to prepare for attack again.

But before he could even think about it, the strong blue light had already hit his face, and the pulse energy hit his face like a flying hammer. The honeycomb raised his head and stopped, and could not fly out of himself.

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

The hive was surprised, but he didn't dare to stop at all. He was afraid that Michael would take advantage of the situation to pursue him, so he hurriedly activated his superpower again, and his movement disappeared again in an instant.

However, before his body was released, Shirley had performed a lot of complex calculations based on the on-site prediction algorithm designed, and once again gave him the most likely direction. The probability value of jumping out of the computer this time was even higher than before, 91.23%.

Michael turned around and came out the knife, and the fan-shaped magic blade was thrown straight towards the direction Shirley predicted. The honeycomb flashed on the trajectory of the blade, as if he was deliberately sending his body to the edge of the knife. The fan-shaped weapon slashed hard on his chest, nailing the honeycomb's body to the wall behind without saying a word, and sparks splashed.

The force field in the domain suddenly stopped, all the objects floating in the sky fell to the ground, and countless jumping electric snakes also made the final hissing and silence, completely vanishing. The hive was firmly nailed to the wall by a fan-shaped weapon, and the majestic magic power rushed into his body wildly along the spell weapon, his face as pale as paper.

He could no longer teleport, nor could he use any superpowers. The domineering magic power from this fan blade was rushing around in his body, making him unable to lift his energy to do anything.

He lost, and he had to accept this fact.

Michael walked towards him slowly. The hive looked up with difficulty and looked at him with a weak but gloomy gaze.

"Come on," he said in a low voice, "destroy me, destroy this body. But I will survive, even if you smash the bones of this body, I will survive. I just have to find another new body... Maybe your superpowered followers will be a good choice."

Michael leaned his head.

"You know, a guy said something similar to you before."

He began to form magic seals with his hands. The golden lines intertwine one by one, and gradually formed a circular magic array in a complicated manner in front of him.

The hive didn't know what it was, but he was sure that he could feel a sense of unfathomable darkness from it, as if he was going to completely swallow him.

The cold, desperate intuition ran straight from the deepest part of my heart, as if every cell in my body was telling him that he had no way to escape.

"That guy's fate...just say that, it's a bit bad."

Michael opened his five fingers and made a "release" gesture. The magic circle began to rotate, as if endless darkness was revealed from it. The dark red flames roared silently and rushed out. The flames without any temperature were like a pitch-black phoenix. The crazy fire waves surged upwards, submerging the body of the hive being nailed to the wall.

He let out a shrill and harsh scream. It was Mephisto's hellfire, from the depths of hell, and no soul could escape from it. The indestructible body, the self-healing ability that can recover from any injury, or the parasitic ability that can constantly switch the host's parasitic ability, cannot help him escape the sanctions of the hellfire. His flesh was burned through, his muscles were melted, and thousands of parasites tried desperately to escape from this fire shell, but they only fell like embers of flames.

The magic circle swirled, and the torrent of the hellfire dissipated. The beehive was nailed to nothing, leaving only the charred outline of the personal figure that was deeply engraved on the wall.

The hive, the first alien on Earth, the ancient king, and the god whom Hydra believed in for thousands of years, died completely, and even the soul was burned into pieces by the hellfire and completely destroyed.

"The signs of life have completely disappeared," Shirley said. "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 a corner of the room. She was lying softly on the ground, breathing weakly. Michael asked the computer to scan her physical condition.

"The head impact may have been affected by the battle just now, and there was a slight concussion reaction." Shirley said, "but it shouldn't be a serious problem. Do you want to take her back?"

"Of course. But before that..."

Michael turned his head halfway and looked at the back door of the main control room that had collapsed halfway. The paralyzing cold eyes shot straight through the V-shaped eyepiece, firmly locking the figure hiding behind the door.

He had long noticed that someone was there. But the imaging system showed that the person was neither armed nor capable. From the scan results, it seemed that he was just an ordinary person, so he ignored it before knocking down the hive.

Dr. Radcliff hid behind the door panel and stole an eye to observe the development of the situation in the room. When he saw the mysterious guy in armor release some flames to burn the honeycomb into scum, he almost screamed in excitement.

But he didn't dare to speak out, because the guy outside looked obviously more difficult than a beehive. Until the other party glanced at the door where he was hiding casually, he felt his body stiffen, his hands and feet were cold, and he couldn't help but stagger out from behind the door, looking so funny that he looked like a clown on the stage.

Dr. Radcliffe stood up without caring about his image, raised his hands and shouted, "Don't...Don't! I was just forced to do things for him, and I was not in the same group as him... Ah, I didn't actually help him. He asked me to help him transform the whole potion of Yi Ren, 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 was bursting out again. He spoke very quickly like a cannon and asked for mercy. He spoke as soon as he spoke. His skills were extremely skilled. He must have been tempered many times under the power of the beehive.

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

"Dr. Holden Radcliffe?" he asked.

Dr. Radcliff nodded like pounding garlic: "It's me, it's me."

"I have read several articles on parasitics and mechanics-human neural interaction design, and there are some highlights that are admirable."

The doctor was stunned and did not understand what the method was, so he had to respond first: "No, nothing, just some simple insights..."

"Don't be nervous, PhD, I don't mean to hurt you," Michael said. "But I believe your talents should be fully utilized in a better platform, so I want to provide you with a job... as a biology consultant in a special institution."

The doctor was stunned. What is this going on? A second ago, he thought this guy would blow his head off without saying a word, but the other party gave him a letter of employment?

"Okay... OK," Dr. Radcliffe agreed, thinking that as long as you don't blow up my head, everything is easy to say.

"Then welcome to join the Sky Sword in advance, Doctor." Michael leaned over and picked up Daisy in a coma, and then opened a spell portal, "Come here, someone will assign you a position distribution agreement later, and you still have several confidentiality agreements to sign." He said, and the person had already walked into the portal.

The doctor widened his eyes and stared at the portal that cut the space for a while. Finally, he made up his mind, gritted his teeth and followed behind and walked in.
Chapter completed!