Marvel With Zanpakuto - Chapter 1070

[Chapter 967 I-Imitation Fake]

Surrender…or die?

For many people, the choice is the most distressing.

But for Dormammu, the Lord of Darkness, there seems to be only one way before him, and that is to surrender to the other side.

“If I surrender to you, can I…”

Dormammu wanted to struggle again, after all, he still has a bit of self-esteem.

As the master of the dark dimension, one of the overlords of the multiverse, it is simply too embarrassing to be planted in such a place!

However, before Dormammu’s words were finished, a blue flame suddenly rose from the usurped altar.

Whoohoo!

The burning flame of high-density spiritual particles is a kind of torture to any soul.

“You don’t seem to have heard what I said.” Lord slowly came to the usurped altar and raised his hand to condense a blue-blue spear.

Puchi puchi puchi…

Dozens of blue-blue spears pierced through Dormammu’s flame body.

“Ah ah ah…” Dormammu’s tragic howl resounded through the entire dark dimension in an instant.

Being directly penetrated by the light spear, and the cyan flames burned violently, he was immediately tortured to death.

“I don’t want to repeat it a second time.”

Lord said lightly: “If you don’t surrender, then go to die.”

Repeating it over and over again made him a little tired.

The left and right is just an experiment, but it is for the sake of Dormammu’s outstanding strength, so he has tried many times. If this guy still refuses, he will find another opportunity later and change to someone else.

“I… surrender!”

Dormammu almost gritted his teeth, and the hatred in his voice broke through the sky.

“I can’t hear you.”

Lorde’s eyes were cold, and he raised his hand to manipulate the usurpation of the altar, increasing the plundering intensity again.

“Ahhh…” Dormammu was in pain, the flame figure twisted and twitched.

That cyan flame was terrifying to death. It penetrated into the soul like a maggot in the tarsus, tearing it apart and burning it inch by inch. If it wasn’t a magical flame now, I’m afraid it would be burnt out in minutes.

“I surrender! I… surrender!” Dormammu shouted in a trembling voice, enduring the excruciating pain.

“Still… can’t hear it.”

Lord smiled slightly, and continued to increase the plundering speed, adding a fire to it by the way.

Looking at Dormammu, who was screaming and distorted in the usurped altar, thinking about the treatment of Sun Dasheng in the gossip furnace in the past, it was nothing more than that.

“I choose to surrender! I choose to surrender!”

Dormammu hardly hesitated, howling in horror: “Stop, please, stop quickly, no matter what you do, I promise you, Ahhhh…my power!”

This guy…is a demon!

He has no doubt now that

if he hesitates for a few more seconds, he will definitely die!

“There is only one chance.”

Lord raised his hand to lift the usurped altar, threw the golden cup full of blood wine to the weak Dormammu, and said lightly: “I hope you will not disappoint my expectations, next time. …but not so lucky.”

“Huchi… huchi…”

Dormammu’s flames had shrunk several times, and he was panting with lingering fears.

It’s not that He didn’t think about resisting, or running away.

But when he mustered up his courage to raise his head and bumped into the pair of gilded forest eyes, his heart trembled for no reason, just like the moment when he was weak and young many years ago when he saw the god of the underworld, Sishorn .

Just one look can wipe out His life.

That’s…full of the smell of death!

Lord didn’t worry about his escape at all, and if Dormammu betrayed again, he had a last resort.

The hell chain wrapped around the arm will forcefully drag the object into hell once it hits the target, and no one can escape unless they break free with great strength.

But apparently, Dormammu doesn’t have that.

Looking at the golden cup full of blood wine, the face constructed by Dormammu’s flames violently twisted dozens of times, and finally heaved a long sigh, holding the cup in both hands, raising his head and drinking it.

Goo-dong … Goo-dong… Goo-dong…

The blood wine poured into Lord’s soul fragment was drank by Dormammu without a drop.

Don’t ask how he drank the liquid in the state of magic flame, in short, that’s the case.

“That… I’m finished.” After Dormammu finished drinking, he was stunned for a few seconds, as if nothing had happened.

“Don’t you feel anything?”

Lord frowned. Could it be that his idea was wrong?

“Uh…it doesn’t seem like it.” Dormammu shook his head, but soon his face changed slightly, and he said in surprise: “No…no, deep in my soul, it seems to be engraved A word!”

“What word?”

Lorde’s eyes brightened, it seemed he guessed right.

As expected, his blood wine, like Yohabach, can bestow special holy texts on those who drink it.

“YES”!

Dormammu seemed to be intoxicated by it, feeling that special power, showing an expression of enjoyment: “I seem to know that its ability is to create a ‘fake’.

”

“A fake?”

”

Lord pondered for a while, then smiled: “So it is, your holy text is I-fake!”

The

original ability of the word I is Iron, which means ‘steel’, which can turn itself into steel.

But now, I has become a fake.

I just don’t know, what is the ability of this ‘fake’?

“Fake?” Dormammu was stunned for a moment, and asked in doubt: “Holy words…is that the name of this kind of power?”

“Yes, whoever drinks blood can share my soul.”

Lord opened his arms, grinned, and said: “And the person who shares my soul will have words with power in the depths of their souls, this is the power of our ‘Quichan’, collectively referred to as ‘Holy Words’ ‘!”

“It turned out to be this kind of power…”

In Dormammu’s palm, blue flames appeared, and the pupils reflected the jumping firelight.

The jumping blue flames sometimes turned into arrows, and sometimes turned into light spears.

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sonicmtl.com has learned countless dark magics, so the learning speed is very fast. In just a few seconds, he has mastered many skills that are imprinted in the depths of the soul, and the Quincy is almost instinctive.

At the same time, Dormammu also understood that the power to hurt his soul was the power of the Quincy.

“It’s too strong!” Dormammu’s excited flame exploded, and he laughed excitedly: “As long as I have this power, I can devour more worlds, maybe… I can go further and become The overlord of the multiverse!” With a

smile, Dormammu suddenly reacted, looking at Lorde gratefully, then kneeling and licking without hesitation: “Thank you master for giving me strength!”

For Dormammu The shameless, Lord said that he was almost used to it, waved his hand and said: “Show me, your holy writing ability.”

“Yes, master.”

Dormammu shouted shamelessly, and then said: ” My holy text ‘fake’ can designate a certain object, re-engrave and store it, the similarity of the re-engraving depends on my magic input, and the maximum is no more than 80%.”

“A certain object…. ..an interesting description.”

Lorde smiled playfully and said, “If the object is a ‘creature’, or some kind of ‘power’, can it be re-enacted?”

Dormammu grinned, and the flames twisted and danced: “Of course, my master.”

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