Chapter 963 The Power of Hades
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In Dormammu's dictionary, there is no word negotiation at all.
As the sole master of the dark dimension, K controls everything here and is undoubtedly the supreme being.
Time, space, matter, spirit, elements, reality, illusion, etc., are all within K's thoughts. In other words, he is omnipotent here and is the God in the dark dimension.
Let me ask you, on your home court and with an absolute advantage, how could you possibly bow your head and compromise?
Even the Supreme Mage Ancient One only relied on the power of Emperor Weishan and the three magic temples built to barely compete with K. Otherwise, if they really compared, K could crush him to death with one finger. Ancient one.
"Let me teach you."
There was a ferocious look on Dormammu's face condensed with flames: "How big is the gap between a lord like you who controls a pocket universe and a master like me who swallows countless dimensions!"
When they fought earlier, K noticed the power that suddenly came.
It was energy that was forcibly extracted from a pocket universe, but it was completely different from K in terms of both quantity and quality.
There are countless lords in the multiverse who control pocket universes like this.
But K, Dormammu, the Lord of Darkness, has swallowed up countless dimensions and is infinitely approaching the multiverse level.
Huh-huh-!
Lord's eyes moved slightly, aware of the riot in the dimension.
I saw that in the strange and dark depths of the universe, waves of madness suddenly surged up.
Ripples visible to the naked eye came from afar. Dormammu's black robes swayed around his body. There was a touch of sarcasm and ridicule in his face transformed by magic flames, as if he was looking at the uneasy man who was mocking him. Do your best.
"The miraculous magic in your eyes is just a random wave to me."
Dormammu was extracting wantonly, the huge and boundless magic power in the dark dimension, the unbridled power of destruction and evil, erupting with an unreasonable and heavy sense of oppression: "But I prefer... to use the simplest method! "
Demon gods who have reached level K no longer bother to use magic.
Only weak wizards can use magic. For a powerful wizard like K, using magic to turn into a torrent is the simplest and most convenient way, and this also makes it easier for people to feel fear and despair.
Rumble...
The pitch-black torrent of magic power was so large that it covered the entire star field.
There was absolutely no room for escape, and the majestic dark magic power rolled in wantonly. Tens of millions of virus stars were swallowed up along the way. The turbulent waves of followers were like rocks mixed in a tsunami, rushing towards Luo in a mighty manner. Virtue.
"It's really an exaggerated magic..."
Facing the torrent of elements that could submerge the star field, Lord still remained calm and said calmly: "If Strange and Ancient One saw it, I don't know how long they would be envious.
"
Based on the current magic level of the torrent, if you intuitively convert it, it is probably equivalent to...the sum of hundreds of millions of Doctor Strange.
If measured by magic, it is enough for Doctor Strange's time magic to cover the entire earth and turn back the clock for more than twenty-four hours.
"I'm sorry...Dormammu."
Lord grinned, pointed the blade diagonally forward, and said, "The thing I'm not afraid of the most is winning with numbers."
The next moment, the torrent of dark elements surged in, flooding Lord's location.
The violent elemental vibrations erupted into silent explosions, causing the space within the light-year range to collapse like a mud swamp.
The terrifying turbulence continues, and the twisted darkness changes irregularly, fragmenting the scene ahead.
"This is what you get for provoking me!"
Dormammu had no doubt that the arrogant dimension lord had been buried in the torrent of darkness. He immediately set his sights on the earth: "Next, it's time to devour the new world."
"Hey, don't be so anxious."
Suddenly, a frivolous voice came from the collapsing void swallowed up by the dark torrent.
"Huh? He's not dead yet?" Dormammu paused slightly and looked back with surprise in his eyes, as if he wanted to confirm.
"Born to massacre auspicious signs, respect darkness and age forever - Corridor of Hungry Joy!"
The indifferent voice without any emotion suddenly pierced the surging dark torrent, and rushed out along with the roaring ocean of spiritual power.
Click click click! Click click click! Click click click!
Suddenly, a series of dense chewing sounds came from the dark torrent, making people shudder.
"The energy...disappeared?"
Dormammu looked solemn, looking towards the dark realm.
K sensed that there seemed to be a special force in the deepest area of the torrent, as if the hungry ghost crawling out of hell was frantically devouring dark energy.
The next moment, the dark torrent suddenly broke.
What appeared from the dark realm was a huge jaw with a radius of thousands of kilometers and as deep as an abyss.
It is the giant jaw that swallows the torrent of darkness. It seems that it will never be satisfied, endlessly swallowing the dark energy. Through the abyss-like mouth, only a dark depth can be seen.
"Sorry, it's the first time it appears. It seems a little hungry."
Lord slowly walked out from the side of the giant jaw, stretched out his hand to caress it gently, and said with a smile: "But since your family has so much energy, it shouldn't matter if you give it a little bit, right?"
"What the hell is this?!"
Dormammu's expression was uncertain, and the magic flames shook violently, which seemed to reflect K's shocked heart.
"It's not a ghost It's called the Hungry Corridor."
Lord raised the knife in his hand and grinned: "Even the knife in my hand can be understood as my ability."
"A creature that swallows dimensional energy?" Dormammu quickly regained his composure after the initial shock, and couldn't help but sneered loudly: "You don't really think that with this kind of thing, uu can defeat me by reading a book. Bar!"
"No, I didn't think so."
Lord smiled and shook his head. He was not so naive, thinking that he could defeat Dormammu by swallowing some energy.
If you really want to talk about it, the dimensional energy that Dormammu devoured is far greater than that of the Corridor of Hungry Joy.
If the energy of the dark dimension is compared to the sea, then the Hungry Corridor is at best a water pump. Even if the Hungry Corridor is choked to death, the devoured energy will not make Dormammu feel distressed.
"So, play time is over."
Lord stepped on the dark torrent and slowly walked towards Dormammu, covering his cheek with one hand, his cold voice echoed and revealed an unspeakable evil: "The real battle is next, are you ready? "
Then, black spiritual pressure condensed in the palm of his hand, and he suddenly pulled it down.
Uh-huh!
A pale bone mask covered his cheeks.
The long and narrow mask that resembles a goat's skull is stained with a pale white color similar to ashes, mixed with dark tear-like lines. What's even weirder is that the left half of the mask looks like a devil grinning, while the right half looks like an angel pitying all living beings.
Majesty and evil, sanctity and depravity.
Two completely different feelings intertwined with each other to create this mask full of contradictions.
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