Chapter 965： The old man is not the devil

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a-antithesis is completely antithesis!

The phenomenon that has occurred between the two points will be completely reversed and exchanged to the specified party.

This time.

The 'phenomenon' that Lord chose to exchange was the 'fact' that he was killed by the supernova shock wave triggered by Dormammu's self-exploitation in the past timeline.

Turn the facts of the past...completely reversed!

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 her body, triggering a super explosion again!

Boom-! !

Under the diffusion of silent ripples, the void takes on a fragmented scene.

The expanding light group formed by the explosion is like a huge firework, covering all corners of the dark dimension, annihilating a large amount of matter.

In the vast cloud of smoke that evaporated after being broken, Lord walked out of the shadow space, and the spiritual pressure detection field spread out. He sensed a faint breath, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, saying: "As expected of the ruler of darkness, he has endured his full strength. Hit and still survive."

"Shit...damn..."

Dormammu, constructed of magical flames, already has only one head left, and in the dark eye sockets, the beating flames are like candles in the wind, swaying almost to the brink of extinction.

"I'm a little impressed with you."

Lord tilted his head, the boy's eyes under the white mask shone with gilded gold, then he took the knife and walked slowly over: ""

"What the **** is going on..." Dormammu was frightened with a hint of horror, and countless thoughts flashed in his mind.

This guy is obviously dead!

She controls everything in the latitude, and she can naturally confirm that Lord's death just now is a fact that has been confirmed, not an illusion or magic like time reversal.

However, the truth slapped her hard.

The result that was obviously already dead was suddenly tampered with, like a miracle of God, which is incomprehensible.

Even if she is well-informed and has traveled across the multiverse for countless years, she has never seen such a strange thing.

"wait wait wait!"

Seeing that Lord was going to continue, Dormammu's face changed greatly, and he quickly shouted: "The battle is over, this time I lost, I am willing to give up the earth, and never set foot here again!"

"Oh?"

Lorde paused and raised his eyebrows slightly: "So, are you willing to negotiate terms with me?"

"Yes! Very willing!"

Dormammu spoke very fast, for fear of speaking a few seconds later, Lord would swing his knife up again.

She is really weak now...

Two consecutive collapses and explosions made the entire dark latitude become like a dry sponge, and collapsed countless times in an instant.

And the dark power contained in it has been squeezed to the point where there is nothing left, even in the early days of birth, it has never been so weak.

Latitude space is like a drinking glass.

The various energies inside are like liquids filled in a cup.

The more powerful the latitude dominates, the larger the volume of the liquid-carrying cup can be, by devouring the forces of other latitudes.

If the carrying capacity of the Soul World is compared to a 500ml can of Pepsi, then the carrying capacity of the dark dimension is at least a 2.5l large bottle of Pepsi.

But now... the dark dimension is too weak!

She devoured the power accumulated for many years and squandered countless in two consecutive explosions.

Although her own carrying capacity has not changed, her internal energy has reached the point of danger. If it continues, all her hard work and hard work for so many years will be in vain.

What's even more terrifying is that the opponent's methods are too strange, not only targeting her soul, but also being able to regenerate and regenerate. There is no advantage in fighting, and she even has the possibility of falling.

Therefore, Dormammu would rather confess.

Strength is the most important thing than face.

It doesn't matter if you lose face, the big deal will be found later, but if you lose your life, it will be a big problem.

"Any conditions?"

Lord asked again.

"this......"

Dormammu was visibly hesitant, afraid that Lord would make too many demands.

"Ok?!"

Lorde's tone increased slightly, and a touch of coldness poured out from the depths of his gilt-like eyes.

"no problem!"

Dormammu's whole body was jolted, shaking like a sieve, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly shouted: "Any conditions are fine, as long as you can let me go!"

"Very well, I appreciate you very much."

Lord nodded with satisfaction, and the killing intent in his eyes subsided.

"Haha...hahaha..."

Dormammu breathed a sigh of relief and laughed a few times, but his resentment intensified, and he lowered his head to hide his resentful eyes, thinking 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 ruler of darkness in the future?

Just as Dormammu secretly fantasized about how he would ravage and revenge Lord in the future, he heard the latter cough twice, pulling her back from the fantasy to reality.

Lorde said with a half-smile, "Aren't you happy too early? I haven't said any conditions yet."

"Ah...I almost forgot, hahaha, you can put it forward with confidence, I will definitely do it." Dormammu was shocked and smiled shyly.

"My conditions are simple..."

Lord raised his hand, took out a golden wine glass full of liquid from the shadows, and forced a drop of blood from his fingertips.

Tick ​​tock...

The bright red seeped golden blood and dripped into the golden wine glass filled with liquid.

The transparent liquid, which was originally colorless and odorless, was dyed blood red in the blink of an eye, with strands of golden silk threads slowly cruising like a living thing.

"I want you to... drink this glass of blood wine."

Lord turned his hand and pushed gently, and the golden wine glass full of blood wine slowly floated towards Dormammu.

Soul share · Holy word 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 the special ability of words.

However, there is a difference.

He did not inject his own holy text, but like the Yohabach in the original book, by injecting the blood of the soul, he inspired a new power of the ritual recipient.

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 Yohabach has done, has now surpassed his own, there is no reason why he can't do it.

"You want me to be your slave?!"

The magical flame in Dormammu's eyes suddenly rose and burned violently, with a look of shock and anger on his face.

With her dark magic attainments, she could see at a glance that Lord's soul fragment was fused into that glass of blood wine.

Although she doesn't know what ritual is it to incorporate soul fragments into blood wine.

But in many dark magics, there are not many similar rituals, so it does not prevent her from directly guessing that after drinking blood wine, her own life will be controlled by others.

"The choice is in your hands."

Lorde smiled slightly, and didn't care about her anger, but it seemed like nothing, showing a trace of killing intent: "Choose to accept or choose to reject, you choose one."

"What if... I refuse?"

Dormammu stared vigilantly at Lord, ready to escape at any time.

If you want her to be someone else's slave, it is better to die directly, the dark master is also shameful!

"Hehe...don't worry."

Lord smiled and shrugged: "I'm not a devil, and I won't do anything to you."

Hearing this, Dormammu breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you don't agree, I'll kill you."

Lorde's tone changed abruptly, and from the depths of the gilt-like eyes, a real killing intent emerged, setting off waves of frenzy in the void.

Dormammu: "..."