The era of American comics begins

Chapter 90
As early as when the hive first cast the ability of teleportation, Michael had already started to let Shirley scan his movements, movement trajectories, the distance and position of each flash, and build a model based on various data to generate a countermeasure.

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

With the help of Shirley, Michael raised the knife and turned around neatly, cutting off the calf of the hive.The hive was taken aback, but he didn't lose his footing because of it. The blue light enveloped his whole body again, and a teleportation was sent elsewhere again.

It's just a coincidence, it's just pure luck.Thinking this way, the hive moved her body to the seven o'clock direction behind the opponent without thinking, her ten fingers were overflowing with dazzling electric current, and her mind moved the various weapons in the levitation to prepare to attack again.

This kind of injury can heal in minutes for the hive's self-healing ability.

But before he had time to think, the strong blue light hit his face, and the pulse energy hit his face hard like a flying hammer.The hive raised its head, paused, and flew out uncontrollably.

What the hell is going on?Can this guy still read minds?

Honeycomb was astonished in her heart, but she 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 ability again, and the teleportation disappeared again.

However, at the moment when the blue energy around him was released and before his figure dissipated, Shirley performed a lot of complicated calculations based on the predictive algorithm designed on the spot, and gave him the most likely position again.The probability of jumping out of the computer this time is even higher than before, 91.23%.

Michael turned around and slashed out, and the fan-shaped magic blade was thrown straight in the direction Shirley predicted.As expected, the honeycomb flashed on the trajectory of the blade, as if deliberately sending its body to the blade.The fan-shaped weapon slashed fiercely on his chest, involuntarily nailing the body of the hive to the wall behind, sparks splashed wildly.

The force field in the domain stopped immediately, all the objects suspended in the sky fell to the ground, and countless jumping electric snakes also let out their final hissing and mournful cries, and disappeared completely.The honeycomb was firmly nailed to the wall by the fan-shaped weapon, and the majestic magic power poured into his body frantically along the magic weapon, his face was as pale as paper.

He can no longer teleport, nor can he use any powers.The domineering magic power from this fan-shaped blade was rampaging through his body at the moment, making him unable to summon up energy to do anything.

He lost, and he had to accept the fact.

Michael walked towards him slowly.Hive struggled to raise her head, and looked at him with weak but still gloomy eyes.

"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 to pieces. I just have to find a new one Physically. Maybe your psychic followers would be a good choice."

Michael tilted his head.

"You know, there was a guy who said the same thing to you before."

He began to form the seal with both hands.The golden lines intertwined one by one, gradually forming a circular magic circle in front of him in a complex manner.

The hive didn't know what it was, but he was sure that he could feel an unfathomable darkness that seemed to engulf him completely.

A cold, desperate intuition ran down his spine from the deepest part of his heart, as if every cell in his body was telling him that there was no way for him to escape.

"What happened to that guy...let's just say it, kinda bad."

Michael held five fingers together and made a "let" gesture.The magic circle began to rotate, revealing like boundless darkness.The dark red flame rushed out of it roaring silently. The heatless flame was like a pitch-black phoenix. The crazy fire wave surged up and engulfed the hive's body nailed to the wall.

He let out a piercing scream.That is Mephisto's hellfire, from the depths of hell from which no soul can escape.The indestructible body, the self-healing ability that can recover from any injury, or the parasitic ability that can constantly switch hosts can't help him escape the sanction of hellfire.His flesh was burned through, his muscles melted, and thousands of parasites desperately tried to escape from the burning body, only to fall like embers of the flames.

The magic circle closed, and the torrent of hellfire dissipated.The place where the beehive was nailed was empty, leaving only the scorched outline of a human figure etched into the wall.

The hive, the first foreigner on the earth, the ancient king, the god worshiped by the Hydra for thousands of years, has died completely so far, and even the soul was burned into slag by the hellfire, completely wiped out.

"The signs of life are completely gone," Shirley said. "I think we can be confident that the hive is no longer a threat, sir."

"I think so too."

Michael turned around and walked towards Daisy Johnson in the corner of the room.She was lying limply on the ground at this moment, breathing weakly.Michael let the computer scan her physical condition.

"The impact on the head 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, squinting at the half-collapsed back door of the main control room.The paralyzing and indifferent gaze shot out through the V-shaped eyepiece, firmly locked on the figure hiding behind the door.

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

Dr. Radcliffe peeked out one eye behind the door to observe the developments in the room, and almost cried out with joy when he saw what flames were unleashed by this mysterious armored figure that burned the hive to cinders.

But he didn't dare to speak out, because the guy outside seemed to be more difficult to mess with than the hive.Until the other party glanced casually at the door where he was hiding, he suddenly felt his body stiffen, his hands and feet were cold, and he couldn't help but staggered and fell out from behind the door, looking as funny as a clown on a stage.

Dr. Radcliffe hurriedly got up regardless of his image, raised his hands and shouted: "Don't! I was just forced to do things for him, and I'm not actually with him. No, I didn't actually help him. He asked me to do things for him." What the hell is his potion for transforming aliens, but I didn’t make it at all, so I shouldn’t even count as an accomplice, so please don’t kill me.”

Dr. Radcliffe's desire to survive broke out again, and he spoke extremely fast like a cannonball and begged for mercy, and he came as soon as he opened his mouth.

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

"Dr. Holden Radcliffe?" he asked.

Dr. Radcliffe nodded like mashing garlic: "It's me, it's me."

"I have read several of your articles on parasitology and mechanical-human neural interaction design, and some of them are quite admirable."

The doctor was taken aback for a moment, not knowing what the method was, so he had to answer first: "No, no, it's just a superficial opinion."

"Don't be nervous, doctor, I didn't mean to hurt you." Michael said, "But I believe that your talents should be fully displayed in a better platform, so I hope to offer you a job...as a special agency biological advisor."

The doctor froze.What is this unfolding?A second ago, he thought that this guy would blow his head off without saying a word, but the other party sent him a letter of employment instead?

"Okay," Dr. Radcliffe agreed, saying anything as long as you don't blow my head off.

"Then welcome to join Tianjian in advance, doctor." Michael leaned over and picked up the unconscious Daisy, and then opened a spell portal, "Come here, someone will assign you a position distribution agreement in a while, and you still have several confidential documents. The agreement needs to be signed." He said that he had walked into the portal.

The doctor stared at the portal that cut open the space with his eyes wide open for a long time, and finally heaved his heart, gritted his teeth and followed behind.

"Be brave, Radcliffe," he said to himself, "it's just a circle, what's all the fuss about?"

(End of this chapter)