In the past, Loki could only summon a phantom clone.

On the surface, it seems that the avatar can also attack, or interact with people and things in reality, but in fact, those are all done by the hidden figure of Rocky himself, not the avatar's own ability.

Including the ability that seems to be able to switch positions between the main body and the clone at will, which is also an illusion created by Loki's ingenious manipulation.

Why is Loki called the **** of mischief and trickery? Instead of defining a more positive, more pleasant-sounding **** of spells? God of resourcefulness?

There is a large part of the reason here - no matter how delicate the phantom clone looks, its actual power is still limited, and it cannot really have a decisive impact on the overall situation... This ability has not been taken seriously by others, The evaluation received by the user Loki is naturally not much higher.

And now...

Thanks to the potions given by Shi Xiaolei, Loki's talent hidden in his body was stimulated. Although it didn't feel that obvious, but because Shi Xiaolei gave quite a lot of medicines, he could maintain this beneficial stimulation by taking medicines. Over time, the quantitative changes accumulated enough to cause qualitative changes.

The total amount of magic power in the body has increased by a level, and at the same time it has become more condensed than before.

Of course, Rocky himself would not fail to notice the changes in himself. It is worth mentioning that Frigga, who has always cared about him, also noticed these changes in him.

In this way, because Frigga was very enthusiastic and took the initiative to give Loki some magic lessons, Loki's strength in magic has also been significantly improved.

"Not bad, really good." After another round, Hela put away her posture and looked at Loki with great satisfaction: "How many clones can you release at the same time at most?"

"The current limit is six." Loki also handed over the rapier to his left hand, and while answering questions, moved his tired right wrist a little: "According to my mother's speculation, he said that I developed the ability to At the limit, maybe more than twenty clones can be summoned at the same time."

"Really? So, you just started practicing this move?"

"It's been about a year or so." Loki shook his head with a smile: "I can't say whether it's still a 'just beginning'."

For people on Earth, a year is already a long time. If you have practiced for a whole year, it really cannot be described as "just started".

It can be replaced by Asgardians with a lifespan of several thousand years, and one year is actually the same thing. After all, based on the comparison of human life span, it feels like three or five days have passed, not even a week. From this point of view, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is just the beginning.

"I can practice to this level within a year, emmm, it's not bad." Nodding in satisfaction again, Hela asked again: "Are there any other tricks? Come on, use them all, let me see look."

"There are still two moves." With a promise, Loki took two steps back and raised his right hand again.

The crystal clear rapier is still in his left hand. Combined with Loki's current action, Hela quickly made a judgment—his next move will definitely not use the rapier, and it is very likely that it will not be the same as before. A sneak attack melee move.

as expected.

As Loki gathered his magic power, a cloud of blue freezing air appeared in his hand.

Raising his right hand, he held the ball of freezing air and drew a semicircle in front of him. Several ice thorns with irregular shapes but sharp ones appeared in front of him one after another, supported by the white cold air, floating in the air. up in the air.

The blue frozen air was exhausted when the last ice thorn was condensed, and Loki, who freed his right hand, lightly tapped his index finger.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

The seven or eight ice thorns suspended in front of him, like crossbow arrows, penetrated a distance of more than ten meters extremely quickly, and shot towards Hela who was standing opposite.

"Yo."

Obviously, a bunch of ice thorns were shot at her head and face, but Hela didn't panic at all. No, it should be said that after seeing this move, she felt an inexplicable excitement in her heart, and even looked at Loki with a little more of the intimacy of a sister looking at her brother.

Aiming at the needle, Mao against Mao.

The corners of Hela's mouth turned up slightly, her eyes narrowed, and she also summoned the same number of black daggers on the left and right sides, facing the white ice thorns that came, and shot them out all at once.

They are all long and slender spike-like sharp weapons, and there is no difference in the whistling sound when shooting. If there is any difference, it is probably the color. One is white and the other is black, forming the most vivid contrast.

No, not the same degree of firmness.

After hitting, the white ice spikes shattered and turned into fine ice slags.

However, the black sword released by Hela only broke off some small fragments, and the overall shape is still quite good.

After smashing the white ice thorn~lightnovelpub.net~ the castration is still fierce. In just an instant, these black swords had already arrived in front of Loki, and they were about to stab him.

It's just a sparring session, you don't need to be too ruthless, and you made a good first impression by mistake...

The moment before the black sword was about to hit Loki, Hela's eyes relaxed. Following her thoughts, the black sword completely disintegrated, turning into streaks of black smoke, and disappeared into the air instantly.

"Actually, I can hide." Seeing this scene, another Loki appeared a few meters away.

At the same time, the Loki who was almost shot by the black sword disappeared like a popped bubble.

"Then I won't keep my hands." Hela smiled, raised her hand and waved at Loki: "That's right, I even forgot that I still have a few bottles of purple potion that Locke gave me."

It's not that he hasn't seen the purple bottle before, and Loki already knows its efficacy clearly.

Just because he knew the effect of that thing, Loki couldn't help showing a speechless expression on his face: "Can we discuss it, don't play it so big? You may not know that I have been afraid of pain since I was a child."

"It doesn't matter, if it hurts, you can call it out." Hela smiled badly: "I promise, I will knock you out before you can't hold it anymore. Hehe, in Locke's words, this It's called physical anesthesia."

"..., I doubt whether you are my sister or not." Not knowing what he said hit the truth, Loki shook his head with a wry smile on his face: "By the way, Thor was treated like this back then?"

"Thor?" Hela raised her eyebrows, "Before he spoke to me, I knocked him out first."

"...Well, at least I'm treated better than him." What else could he say, Loki could only sort out his mood and put on his posture again.