The shadow in black stopped in front of Michael and Doctor Strange, and the fire on the skeleton was burning. The Ghost Rider stood there gloomyly, his breath seemed to be several times more sinister than usual, and his eyes were shining with a scarlet dark light.

That means that he is still under the control of the Lord of Hell.

Dr. Strange glanced at Michael: "That's what you said..."

"Ghost Rider, yes," Michael said. "Beware, he's a little tough."

Just as to prove that he was indeed as Michael said, the Ghost Knight rushed up at that moment. He was extremely fast, faster than when they last met. His black fist was blasting out like a heavy cannon, and the strong wind blew the flames above his head swayed violently.

He aimed at Doctor Qiyi. The doctor's pupils shrank and he quickly formed a magic circle. The black fist hit his magic circle, shaking Doctor Qiyi's body up in the air. It was not until the punch hit that the airflow that stirred up followed. The floating cloak behind Qiyi was flying, and at the same time, his magic power activated, hovering in the air with the doctor's body.

Although he took this punch, Dr. Qiyi's arms were numb and it was difficult for him to form another magic seal for a short time. Qiyi was secretly surprised. He clearly felt that the punch contained not only powerful brute force, but the punch just now had some extremely high-level powerful magic power. It was a combination of the power of the Revenge Spirit itself and the energy given by Mephisto. The power it contained had long exceeded the limit of the power of the evil spirit knight in the normal state.

The Ghost Rider raised his fist again, and he was ready to continue chasing Doctor Strange. But a blue light just came from the side at this moment. The Ghost Rider waved his arms and blocked it, and his arms collided with the beam of light. The powerful momentum made him pause and he couldn't help but stagger two steps to the side.

Michael's palms flashed in a row, and three pulse light cannons rushed in one after another. The evil spirit knight opened his jaw and roared, and his palms opened. The magic power was like a flame sword blade and squeezed it into his hands. The fire lights of both hands moved forward alternately. The fire sword tore through the space and split the blue energy beam with a burning breath. The fire-colored sword light rose from the bottom, drawing a hot arc and lifted towards his throat.

Michael took out a palm, bounced up, and a flip fell behind the evil spirit knight. He opened his right palm, and the dark heavy sword had appeared in the palm of his hand. The sword blade wrapped in blue light collided with the body of the sword condensed by flames. Mars flew and energy burst out.

Doctor Strange also seized this opportunity to take action. He swung his right hand forward, and Mars flashed in his hand, and a long fire whip was drawn out. The long magic whip also slapped on another flame blade in the hand of the evil spirit knight, and tied the sword body in one roll.

The three forces were temporarily stalemate, but only for a moment. The aura of the evil spirit knight suddenly increased, and the flames burned even more violently. A red light flashed in his eyes, and a demon's shadow seemed to flash briefly behind him. His mouth opened, and the imposing fire of hell suddenly spit out.

The two of them retreated temporarily and carefully avoided the sweeping of Hellfire. While Doctor Strange retreated, he formed magic seals with his hands, and the magic circle quickly opened the soles of the evil spirit knight's feet. The doctor closed his palms and made a gesture similar to "close". The magic circle rose up immediately and turned into an ice blue crystal to lock the evil spirit knight up.

With the current power of the Ghost Knight, this spell could not be kept in him for too long, but Qiyi had no such plan. He maintained the spell operation with both palms and said to Michael without squintingly: "I can deal with it here, you go first."

The Ghost Knight is immortal, and it is just the pioneer who drives Mephisto. Mephisto arranged him here obviously to stop the pace of the two. It would be meaningless to continue to entangle here.

"Then please."

Michael nodded at the Doctor, temporarily left the Ghost Knight, and flew towards the palace.

***

The terrifying magical impact swept through the hall like a tireless tsunami, and the shock like an earthquake was like overturning the entire castle. The entire palace was alarmed, and the guards rushed out of the hall in panic, but no one dared to enter it. Just one step closer, the manic magical fluctuations could tear any of them into pieces.

This is a war at their monarchy level, and there is no room for them to intervene.

Now Dum is no longer the rookie he used to be with Michael. Now he is enough to look down on this dimension in his magical attainment. It is difficult for all the magicians in the world to find a few better than him. But even so, 70% of his attack methods were all resolved by the other party. The woman who claimed to be his mother stood there indifferently, with a strong black magic power surged all over her body, so powerful that Dum had to be vigilant.

Of course, Dum did not use all his strength. But even so, this is enough to prove his excellent quality of the method and technique - at least not inferior to Dum.

"Enough, do you have to tear off your armor, Victor?" Cynthia said softly, "Don't force me to do this. This equipment should cost a lot of money. Stop making a mess."

She used the term "nonsense", and her tone was really like a mother educating her naughty young son, but she was not angry.

Dum stopped attacking. He slowly lowered his hand and stood there quietly looking straight into the woman's eyes. Cynthia also stopped fighting back, and the spell fluctuations in her body stopped. She stood there, looking at Dum's eyes, her eyes like a pool of calm water.

"Take off your mask, Victor," she said, "Let me see your face."

Dum didn't do it.

"You want me to believe that you are the one I have been trying to save?" he asked coldly.

"Yes, and as you can see, I don't need your help anymore," Cynthia said. "I'm free."

"Mephisto never lets go of any soul, let alone my mother's." Dum said in a deep voice, "I have seen that demon with my own eyes, and I know what he is."

"Yes, as usual, he won't." Cynthia continued, "but there is nothing absolute in the world. After so long, Mephisto may have been bored with me. He no longer tortures me, nor pays attention to me. He let me die in hell. But as long as his power weakens, I can find opportunities. I seized the fleeting moment of hope and won my freedom for myself with spells. After that, I didn't think about anything, and the first thing I did was to come here to find you, Victor."

Dum raised his hand coldly and pointed his palm at her.

"I can't find anything wrong with my instruments and spells, but don't expect me to believe you like this. I don't know what this trick is, but you absolutely have no possibility of it..."

"You should probably believe this, Victor."

Michael appeared behind him at some point and reached out and pressed his raised arm.

"Because of this person," Michael said word by word, turning his eyes to the woman in front of Dum, "this is indeed your mother."
Chapter completed!