Chapter 965 I’m not a devil
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a-antithesis is completely antithesis!
The phenomenon that has occurred between two points is completely reversed and transferred to the specified direction.
This time.
The 'phenomenon' that Lord chose to change was the 'fact' that he was killed by Dormammu's self-detonation supernova shock wave in the past timeline.
Completely reverse the facts of the past...!
The next moment, Dormammu was terrified.
An energy that collapsed into a singularity compressed the entire dark dimension, and the terrifying impact force formed instantly reappeared in his body, triggering another super explosion!
Rumble——! ! !
As the silent ripples spread, the void presented a fragmented scene.
The expanding light group formed by the explosion is like a huge firework, covering all corners of the dark dimension and annihilating a large amount of matter.
In the vast cloud of smoke that emitted after the shattering, Lord walked out of the shadow space, opened his spiritual pressure detection field, and sensed a weak breath. A look of surprise appeared in his eyes, and he said: "As expected of the Lord of Darkness, he has withstood his full strength... Even though he was hit, he still survived."
"Damn...damn..."
Dormammu, which was made of magical flames, only had one head left. In the black eye sockets, the beating flames were like candles in the wind, swaying almost to the edge of extinguishing.
"I'm a little impressed by you."
Lord tilted his head, his eyes under the white mask flashing with gilt gold, and then he walked over slowly, holding the knife: ""
"What the hell is going on..." Dormammu was frightened with a hint of horror, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
This guy is obviously dead!
He controls everything in the latitude, so he can naturally confirm that Lord's death just now is a confirmed fact, and it is definitely not an illusion or magic like time reversal.
However, the reality slapped Him hard in the face.
The result that was clearly dead was suddenly tampered with, like a miracle from God, which is incomprehensible.
Even though he is well-informed and has traveled across the multiverse for countless years, he has never seen such a weird thing.
"wait wait wait!"
Seeing that Lord was still going on, Dormammu's face changed with horror, and he quickly shouted: "The battle is over, I lost this time, I am willing to give up the earth and never set foot here again!"
"oh?"
Lord paused and raised his eyebrows slightly: "So, you are willing to negotiate terms with me?"
"Yes! Very willing!"
Dormammu spoke very fast, fearing that if he spoke a few seconds too late, Lord would swing his sword again.
He is really weak now...
Two consecutive collapse explosions made the entire dark latitude become like a shriveled sponge, collapsing countless times in an instant.
And the dark power contained in it was squeezed out until there was no trace left. Even in the early days of its birth, it had never been so weak.
Latitude space is like a water glass.
The various energies inside are like the liquid in a cup.
The more powerful the latitude master is, the larger the volume of the cup that holds the liquid can be made by devouring the power of other latitudes.
If the carrying capacity of Soul Society is compared to a 500-liter can of Pepsi-Cola, then the carrying capacity of the Dark Dimension is at least that of a 2.5L large bottle of Pepsi-Cola.
But now...the dark dimension is too weak!
The power accumulated over the years after being devoured by Him was squandered in two consecutive explosions.
Although its own carrying capacity has not changed, the internal energy is already in danger. If it continues, all his hard work for so many years will be in vain.
What's even more frightening is that the other party's method is too weird. It not only targets his soul, but also can resurrect him. There is no benefit at all if he continues to fight, and he may even die.
Therefore, Dormammu would rather give in.
Compared with face, strength is the most important thing.
It doesn't matter if you lose face. The big deal is that you can get it back later, but if you lose your life, that's a big problem.
"Any conditions are acceptable?"
Lord asked again.
"this......"
Dormammu was obviously hesitant, fearing that Lord would make any excessive demands.
"Um?!"
Lord's tone of voice rose slightly, and a hint of coldness emerged from the depths of his gilded pupils.
"no problem!"
Dormammu's whole body trembled, shaking like chaff, and he was so frightened that he shouted quickly: "Any conditions are acceptable, as long as you can let me go!"
"Very well, I admire you very much."
Lord nodded with satisfaction, and the murderous intent in his eyes restrained.
"Haha...hahaha..."
Dormammu breathed a sigh of relief and laughed a few times, but his resentment intensified in his heart. He lowered his head to hide his angry eyes and thought about how to take revenge in the future.
After suffering such a big loss, if you don't come back with revenge, how can you be the master of darkness in the future?
Just as Dormammu was secretly imagining how he would ravage and retaliate against Lord in the future, he heard the latter cough twice, bringing him back to reality from his fantasy.
Lord said with a half-smile: "Are you happy too early? I haven't said anything about the conditions yet."
"Ah... I almost forgot, hahaha, if there are any other conditions, you can rest assured to put them forward, I will definitely do it." Dormammu was shocked and said with a shy smile.
"My conditions are simple..."
Lord raised his hand, took out a gold wine cup filled with liquid from the shadow, and then forced a drop of blood from his fingertips.
Tick tock…
The bright red blood seeped with golden blood, dripping into the golden wine cup filled with liquid.
The originally colorless and odorless transparent liquid was dyed blood red in the blink of an eye, with strands of golden threads swimming slowly like living creatures.
"I want you...to drink this glass of blood wine."
Lord turned his hand and pushed it gently, and the golden goblet filled with blood wine slowly floated towards Dormammu.
Soul distribution·Sacred text engraving.
The blood with soul fragments is dripped into the wine, and the soul of the person who drinks the blood wine will be engraved with special abilities with words.
However, there is a difference.
He did not inject his own holy words, but like Yohabach in the original work, he inspired new powers in the recipients by injecting the blood of the soul.
Actually, this is an experiment.
The reason why Lord did this was to see if he could inspire Dormammu, his own soul power.
Since what Yhwach achieved it is now beyond his own, there is no reason why he cannot do it.
"You want me to be your slave?!"
The magical flames in Dormammu's eyes suddenly rose and burned violently, with a look of shock and anger on his face.
With his dark magic attainments, he could tell at a glance that the glass of blood wine contained fragments of Lord's soul.
Although he doesn't know what the ritual is of integrating soul fragments into blood wine.
But among many dark magics, there are many similar rituals, so it does not prevent him from directly guessing that after drinking blood wine, his life will be controlled by others.
"The choice is in your hands."
Lord smiled slightly, not caring about His anger, but showing a hint of murderous intention: "Whether you choose to accept it or refuse it, you choose one yourself."
"What if...I refuse?"
Dormammu stared at Lord warily, ready to escape at any time.
If you want him to be someone else's slave, it's better to die directly. The Lord of Darkness also wants to lose face!
"Haha... don't worry."
Lord smiled, shrugged and said, "I'm not a devil, I won't do anything to you."
Hearing this, Dormammu breathed a sigh of relief.
"If you don't agree, I'll kill you."
Lord's tone suddenly changed, and in the depths of his gilded pupils, a real murderous intention emerged, setting off waves of frenzy in the void.
Dormammu: "..."
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