bioinnovel Chapter 571 [3 Chapters Combined] Amora Also Has a Stage 2
Chapter 571 [3 Chapters Combined] Amora Also Has a Stage 2
The moment the words left her lips, the dark green mist completely enveloped Amora's body. It started at her fingertips, spread along her arms to her shoulders, and then climbed up her entire torso…
In just a moment, it coalesced into a complete set of armor patterns woven purely from magic, with a ghostly green light flowing over her body.
Clearly, after being thoroughly enraged, Amora had completely abandoned any overconfidence, no longer relying on Riley's physical abilities or trying a close-combat style that she was not good at, and instead began to fight in her own way.
The next second, Amora's figure vanished from the spot.
But this time, the movement trajectory was completely different from before.
It is no longer a simple supersonic straight sprint, but a zigzag line with continuous bends.
Each turn was accompanied by the release of a massive amount of magical energy, which scattered and split in the air, transforming into fist-sized energy projectiles that trailed dark green flames and shot out in all directions like a torrential rain.
Her figure left trails of dark green magical afterimages in the reactor hall, each afterimage splitting twice on the spot and firing out a new round of energy blasts.
In the blink of an eye, countless energy blasts covered the entire upper space, weaving a tight, crossfire network!
"I need to correct my previous assessment... This isn't just a simple renovation; I'm afraid I'll have to build an entire new building!"
Seeing this, Tony's helpless voice came through the armor's loudspeaker. It was as if he were standing in his own living room, half of which had been demolished, facing a reporter's camera.
"Jarvis, all weapon systems unlocked. Prioritize intercepting those damned magical attacks; offense is better than defense!"
"Yes, sir."
Of course, seeing that Amora was getting serious, Tony complained all the time, but he didn't dare to be careless in his actions.
On his mask display, Jarvis had marked the flight trajectories, speeds, and threat levels of all targets in different colors on the 3D situation map—yellow were magic missiles aimed directly at him, orange were those that would affect the main structure of the building, and red, with the highest threat level, were those heading towards Uncle Long and his group.
The interception priority of all targets is arranged in less than 0.1 seconds, and then the Warframe's fire control system is fully activated.
The shoulder armor plates popped open, and two sets of miniature missile bays rose simultaneously. Sixteen small interceptor missiles, trailing white plumes of flame, were launched simultaneously from both shoulders, leaving sixteen crisscrossing trajectories in the air. They precisely struck the outermost layer of magical missiles, which were about to spread to the building's structural columns.
The shockwave from the explosion created a chain reaction in mid-air. The blast radius of each missile was precisely calculated to cover exactly four to five adjacent magic missiles without affecting friendly units further away.
This is the optimal solution given by Jarvis after completing the ballistic calculations for sixteen independent targets within 0.3 seconds.
At the same time, the auxiliary weapon bays on the outside of both arms also deployed.
Two rows of anti-personnel needle bullets were ejected from the honeycomb-shaped launchers below the arm armor.
Dozens of small kinetic energy warheads, each about the thickness of a thumb, were locked onto one of the missiles that had slipped through the missile interception zone from the side.
With continuous firing at an extremely high rate, the needle bullets collided violently with the magic bullets, exploding into a dense, small area of blue-green swarms.
Even under such intense firepower, some magic missiles managed to break through the fire blockade. Jarvis would immediately activate the laser emitter on the outside of the right arm of his armor.
That was a secret weapon that Tony continuously optimized and modified after referencing the working principle of Kopler's large laser cannon.
A thin, red beam of light swept across, and several magic bullets were detonated the instant the beam passed through them.
The afterglow of the explosion hadn't even spread before it was covered and dispersed by subsequent needle bullets.
As the iconic weapon of the Iron Man suit, Tony's palm cannons on both hands maintained a continuous firing mode. With each swing of his arms, a wall of blue and white bullets swept back and forth across the tarmac, enough to create a temporary safe zone for Uncle Jackie and the others who had nowhere to hide.
At this point, Tony, with all his firepower unleashed, was like an all-around automatic turret hovering in mid-air.
The four layers of intercepting firepower work together to form a barrage of attacks that is no less powerful than Amora's magical firepower net.
Of course, with such a high workload, the consumption rate of ammunition and energy is also many times higher than in normal combat, and it cannot be sustained for very long.
However, gaining a little buffer time is enough for Tony's true battlefield leader to begin his performance.
"In the name of Thor! I hereby bestow upon you divine punishment—!!!!!"
Although Riley was skilled with the hammer, it was currently being used by him.
But with Riley's help, Thor, who had awakened his primal power ahead of time, could turn the once cloudless sky into a dense, overcast one with just a wave of his hand.
The clouds gathered directly above the Stark Industries building, forming a giant spiral. Amidst the swirling clouds and the sudden drop in air pressure, a low hum could even be heard.
Then, with a wave of Thor's hand, countless forked blue-white lightning bolts illuminated the entire dark sky as bright as day.
Under Thor's precise control, each bolt of lightning struck the flying magic projectiles precisely, detonating them in mid-air and creating a series of explosions.
The electric arcs moved across the tarmac like a self-aware electric grid, intercepting all the magic bullets that were about to reach the Dragon Team in mid-air.
But from the very beginning, Amora never expected these magic missiles to cause any real damage. They were merely meant to distract everyone and cover her subsequent actions.
Her figure transformed into a dark green afterimage, leaving a series of dark green zigzag lines amidst Thor's barrage of fire. She exuded an air of effortless elegance, like a flower passing through a field without a single petal clinging to her.
While moving at high speed, Amora didn't forget to mobilize the magic within her body, simultaneously forming hand seals with both hands. With each turn and dodge, she would unleash a different type of magic at Thor, the strongest fighter present.
First, three magical flails struck Thor's head, waist, and knees simultaneously from different angles, forcing Thor to retract his right hand, which was releasing lightning, and turn it into a block.
Immediately afterwards, a binding magic circle appeared out of thin air beneath Thor's feet. Dark green magical vines surged wildly from the circle, binding his feet.
Although Thor used less than half a second to shatter them all with a burst of electric arcs.
But that half-second delay was enough to create a gap in his clearing rhythm.
At that very moment, Amora, moving like a ghost, arrived beside Tony.
She spread her right hand, and a dark green shockwave burst forth from her palm, heading straight for the Arc Reactor in Tony's chest at a distance of less than three meters.
If it hits head-on, the arc reactor's energy circuit will inevitably be corrupted by magic, causing a short circuit and overload. The result...
Well, it just means that in New York, like in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, everyone becomes an old friend, gets along incredibly well, and can even make history.
Fortunately, Jarvis, as an artificial intelligence, reacted much faster than Tony. Not only did it predict Amora's attack trajectory in time, but it also activated the suit's thrusters at the first moment, taking a bewildered Tony to the side and avoiding the core area of the shockwave.
Even so, when the edge of the shockwave grazed the left shoulder armor of the Mark III, it inevitably blew off the armor of the shoulder missile compartment!
Metal fragments tumbled through the air before crashing to the ground. They appeared to hit one of the lucky people's vehicles, eliciting screams of terror from passersby amidst a cacophony of sirens.
Along with the armor, the internal loading mechanism of the missile bay was also completely exposed to the air.
Sparks danced outwards from the broken circuit interface, occasionally emitting thick smoke with a burnt smell.
It was enough for anyone to know at a glance how dangerous Tony's situation was.
"Sir, the armor plating on your left shoulder missile bay has detached, the loading mechanism is damaged, and the ammunition is unstable, posing an imminent risk of explosion. We recommend that you remove this suit immediately or have it repaired."
"Can't you see I'm busy right now!"
Hearing Jarvis's echoing warnings in his ears, Tony grumbled irritably while gritting his teeth to steady himself. In the instant of the loss of balance, the thrusters automatically corrected the deviation angle according to Jarvis's calculation formula. This prevented Tony from crashing in public, allowing him to remain steadily hovering in the air.
Before Tony could even catch his breath, Amora used the recoil from the shockwave to twist her body again. With an astonishing burst of power, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, she sliced past Tony and directly behind Thor.
The whole process was clean and efficient, giving Tony no time to react at all.
Fortunately, Tony in this universe is never alone.
Just as Amora was conjuring a magical longsword, preparing to backstab Tony and secure the first kill in this battle, Thor, having broken free from Amora's magical restraints, also keenly spotted the rapidly approaching green light as his gaze quickly scanned the area.
Then, he raised his right hand high, and a bolt of lightning shot down from the clouds above, striking Amora on the head.
But the instant the lightning struck, Amora, with a bizarre, physics-defying movement, forcefully shifted three body lengths to the side. Then, using the momentum, she thrust her magical longsword straight at Tony's head!
"Tony, get down! Eek—ya—!"
At this critical moment, Peter's shout suddenly rang out on the communication channel.
Tony had no time to think. The thrusters shut off instantly, and he plummeted downwards under the pull of gravity.
As Tony lay down, he instinctively glanced back.
Then, he saw a red and white shooting star streak across the sky.
Peter, with his right foot forward and left leg slightly bent, plummeted rapidly from the sky in a flying kick stance. He channeled all his kinetic energy into this single kick, heading straight for Amora!
At the same time, accompanied by sharp pains, Amora's spider senses began to issue frantic warnings.
If Amora were to let things continue unchecked, risking injury for injury, and continue swinging that sword, she could indeed sever Tony's head.
But she will also take the full force of this flying kick when she is completely unprepared.
Clearly, no matter how furious Amora was, he still valued his life very much.
The instant she sensed the impending danger, her body reacted instinctively before her brain could process it, forcefully twisting her body using the momentum of her sword swing. She attempted to use Riley's high-speed movement to accelerate and dodge again.
But she had just completed several similar maneuvers, changing direction at high speed with almost no time to catch her breath.
Although Spider-Man's bio-field can negate most of the limitations of physical laws.
However, after continuous extreme maneuvers, the body inevitably couldn't keep up and needed a short rest. This caused Amora's reaction speed at this crucial moment to be slightly slower than usual.
That was enough for Peter's flying kick to catch up with her evasive trajectory.
Left with no other choice, Amora could only wave her hand to disperse the magic longsword in her hand, re-condensing its energy into a dark green shield, which she held high above her head.
It was at this moment that Peter's right foot slammed solidly into the shield that Amora had hastily and barely managed to conjure. He shattered it as easily as stepping on ice floes. Each fragment trailed a green flame, tumbling and melting in the air.
After that, Peter's momentum didn't diminish, and he kicked Amora's raised left arm hard!
A pure physical impact, versus a defensive barrier constructed from magical energy...
The moment the two opposing forces collided, a powerful shockwave, visible to the naked eye, erupted, spreading outwards from the two individuals as the center.
Peter, too, was thrown backward uncontrollably by the reaction force. Only with the help of the prince, who tumbled twice in mid-air to dissipate the impact, did he grit his teeth and barely manage to stabilize himself.
A closer look reveals that Peter's breathing is not only more rapid than usual, but his right arm, left leg, and left shoulder are also trembling unnaturally. Even the surface of his nanosuit is covered with countless cracks.
Clearly, at the moment Amora suddenly erupted, Peter, who was the closest to Amora and didn't have time to wait for Tony and Thor's help, could only rely on his own strength to withstand the dense barrage of magical projectiles.
Despite the presence of the spider-sense, which allows Peter to rely on instinct to find the best way to break through the barrage of bullets, Peter's spider-sense is still present.
However, faced with such a large number of magic missiles, there were bound to be times when there was no way to avoid them, and Peter was forced to take them head-on. As a result, Peter suffered quite a bit during his breakout attempt.
Even with the Crown Prince's efforts and continuous medical treatment, Peter's strength was still significantly affected by the soreness, numbness, and swelling throughout his body.
Even so, Amora, who had taken a solid flying kick from Peter, was still in a lot of pain.
Amora's left arm bore the brunt of the impact in the deafening crash. Now, at an angle so horribly painful that just a glance sends shivers down one's spine, it is severely twisted and bent, hanging limply at his side.
Peter's kick sent him flying backward, tumbling several times in the air before he finally regained his footing on a steel beam near the tarmac.
"Damn it...damn it! Damn it—!!! I'm going to kill you all!"
This time, however, Amora, despite being severely injured, did not show any intention of retreating to avoid the attack. Instead, she roared hoarsely like a wounded beast that had been thoroughly enraged.
The moment the words fell, accompanied by a flash of dark green light, Amora's severely fractured left arm was healed with magic at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, Amora's figure twisted and split into identical individuals.
In the blink of an eye, both in the air and on the tarmac, Amora was everywhere, instantly reversing the disadvantage in numbers!
"Watch out! Amora's about to go all out!"
Seeing this, Thor didn't hesitate to act, summoning a bolt of lightning as thick as a tree trunk that shot straight down from the sky, precisely striking Amora, who was standing still and continuously splitting into clones.
However, Amora had already anticipated Thor's pattern of action, and while casting her spell, she had already switched places with her clone.
The "Amora" struck by the lightning didn't even have time to scream before its entire body, like a popped soap bubble, turned into a patch of dark green light and dissipated into the air.
But the real Amora had already blended in when the clones dispersed. For a moment, even Thor, as Amora's ex-boyfriend and someone who knew Amora's methods well, couldn't distinguish which one was Amora's true form.
"Watch out! Although these clones possess less than one percent of the original's power, their aura is identical to Amora's, making it impossible to distinguish the real from the fake! Stay close together, back to back, and don't give Amora a chance to ambush you!"
Thor's brow furrowed even more as he scanned the dense array of clones, trying to find a weakness, and then spoke up to offer a warning.
In his eagerness to locate Amora's true form, Thor raised his hands again before he could even finish his sentence. Arcs of electricity erupted from his wrists, and the dark clouds swirling in the sky began to rotate slowly. The lightning flashing through the clouds cast flickering shadows on his face.
As a pure warrior, Thor could only think of a very simple way to break the deadlock...
All that's needed is to mobilize the lightning power in this area and unleash a large-scale lightning spell to clear the field, simultaneously blasting away all the clones. Amora's true form will then have nowhere to hide!
But just as Thor finished charging up and was about to unleash his spell, the scene before his eyes suddenly blurred.
Then, the scene that Thor saw began to peel away and be reshaped layer by layer.
The thunderclouds disappeared.
The teleportation device disappeared.
Even the helipad beneath their feet, and their teammates and Amora who were fighting the clones in the distance, all disappeared.
Instead, a milky white marble bathtub spread out at his feet.
Warm steam rose from the water's surface, carrying the fragrance of flower petals and the aroma of some spice he couldn't recall the name of.
The stone pillars on both sides of the bath are adorned with golden laurel leaves, a hallmark of Asgard, while crystal chandeliers forged by artisans from the Nine Realms hang from the dome. The warm yellow light bathes the entire bath in a cozy and intimate atmosphere.
In the blink of an eye, Thor had gone from the perilous battlefield to the royal baths of Asgard, the place where he had bathed since childhood!
This made Thor look down at himself.
The Thor armor and red cape he was wearing had disappeared without a trace.
Instead, a bath towel was tied around the waist.
That bath towel was his favorite style. The edges were embroidered with the gold trim of Odin's Eye and Thor's hammer. It was a coming-of-age gift that his mother, Frigga, had sewn for him by hand.
He could even feel the warmth of the marble floor beneath his feet.
That's a temperature unique to the Asgardian geothermal system.
One of Odin's prized possessions, the Eternal Fire, possesses an almost inexhaustible supply of heat that travels along heating pipes. Through the artisans' meticulous design, it provides a perfectly comfortable warmth when stepped upon.
The realistic tactile sensations he experienced through his five senses left Thor frozen in place. His mind was a complete blank; he couldn't recall why he was there or what he had been doing before.
"Your Highness Thor!"
Just then, a sweet voice pulled him back from his daze.
Thor looked up and saw a large group of graceful women pouring into the bathhouse.
They wore long silk dresses typical of the Asgardian court, and carried gold-rimmed goblets and silver trays filled with various fruits.
The wine swirls in the glass, releasing a delightful aroma.
That was a special mead from his hometown, a scent he could smell even with his eyes closed.
The women called out Thor's name, enthusiastically surrounding him in the very center.
There were blonde, blue-eyed noble ladies from Nornheim, geishas from Vanaheim with cascading black hair, and several Asgardian handmaids whose faces he vaguely remembered.
Their skirts swayed gently as they walked. The subtle sound of silk rubbing against the marble floor was clearly audible to Thor.
One of the girls, with chestnut-brown curly hair, smiled and placed a golden cup filled with mead into his hand. She then naturally put her other hand on his shoulder, stood on tiptoe, and breathed a breath of fruit wine-scented air into his ear.
Another blonde, blue-eyed girl had already placed a peeled grape to Thor's lips.
"...That's more like it! That's what enjoying yourself is all about!"
Fine wine and delicious food paired with a beautiful woman—a man's most primal desire, greatly satisfied—made Thor grin from ear to ear.
His tense muscles relaxed in the warm, moist air. As he bit into the plump grape, savoring its sweet flavor spreading across his tongue, the tension that had gripped him on the battlefield, constantly on guard against Amora, completely dissipated. The pent-up frustration that had been building in his chest in the face of danger slowly subsided with each glass of mead.
Finally, Thor sighed contentedly, and surrounded by beauties, he found a well-endowed one to lean against as a cushion. He then casually took the wine glass filled with wine again, tilted his head back, and gulped down a large mouthful.
It has a sweet taste and a rich, smooth texture, just like his favorite vintage.
He didn't even know when his glass was refilled. Every time he downed a drink, a small hand would reach out and thoughtfully refill it. This made Thor increasingly addicted to the drink, unable to tear himself away.
Until one of the beauties, with a peeled grape in her mouth, offered herself to Thor and offered to feed it to him mouth-to-mouth.
Thor, who was subconsciously squinting and opening his mouth, preparing to enjoy the service of a beauty, suddenly had the image of Jane Foster flash through his mind.
However, compared to the tenderness and affection in her memory, Jane now stood with her arms crossed, her face filled with undisguised disgust and disappointment, staring at Thor without saying a word.
This made Thor shudder violently, as if someone had suddenly poured a bucket of ice water over him, the bone-chilling cold completely waking him up.