Chapter 967： I-Imitation Fakes

Surrender...or die?

For many people, the choice is the most painful.

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 some self-esteem.

As the master of the dark dimension and one of the overlords of the multiverse, it is a shame to be planted in such a place like this!

However, before Dormammu's words were finished, a cyan flame suddenly rose from the altar of usurpation.

Huhuhu!

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, raised his hand to condense a blue-blue spear.

puff puff puff...  

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

"Ahhh..." Dormammu's tragic howl resounded through the entire dark dimension in an instant.

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

"I don't want to repeat it a second time."

Lord said indifferently: "If you don't surrender, then die."

He was also a little tired of repeating it over and over again.

The left and right are just an experiment, but for the sake of Dormammu's outstanding strength, he has tried many times. If this guy still refuses, he will find another opportunity in the future 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 clearly."

Lorde's eyes were cold, he raised his hand to usurp the altar, and strengthened the plundering intensity again.

"Ahhhh..." Dormammu was in excruciating pain, the flame figure twisted and twitched.

The cyan flame was terrifying to death. It penetrated into the soul like maggots 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 severe 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 twisting 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, ah ah... I the power!"

This guy... is simply a devil!

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, the next time... Not so lucky."

"Huchi...huchi..."

Dormammu's flames had shrunk several times, and he was breathing heavily with lingering fears.

It's not that he didn't think about resisting, or running away.

But when he mustered up the courage to raise his head and bumped into the pair of gilt-golden cold pupils, his heart trembled for no reason, just like the moment when he was weak and young many years ago when he saw the **** of the underworld, Sishorn .

Just one look can erase his life.

That's...the smell of death!

Lord didn't worry about his escape at all. If Dormammu betrayed again, he had a last resort.

The **** chain wrapped around the arm, once hit the target, will force the dragged object into hell, and no one can escape unless they break free with great strength.

But obviously, 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 let out a long sigh, holding the cup in both hands, raising his head and drinking it.

Goo-dong... Goo-dong... Goo-dong...

The blood wine infused with Lord's soul fragments was drank by Dormammu without a drop.

Don't ask how he could drink the liquid in the state of magic flame, in short, this is the case.

"That...I've finished drinking." 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 text?"

Lorde's eyes brightened, it seemed that he guessed right.

His blood wine is indeed the same as Yohabach, and it can bestow special holy texts on those who drink it.

"YES"! Dormammu seemed to be addicted to it, feeling that special power, showing an expression of enjoyment: "I seem to know that its ability is to create a 'fake'. "

"A fake?"

Lorde 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 Word...is that the name of this kind of power?"

"Yes, those who drink blood wine 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 into light spears.

As a genius wizard, He has learned countless dark magics, so the learning speed is very fast. In just a few seconds, he has mastered the imprinted in the depths of his soul, and the Quincy is almost instinctive. item skills.

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

"It's just too strong!" Dormammu's excited flames exploded, and he laughed excitedly: "As long as I have this power, I can devour more worlds, maybe... I can go further and become Overlord of the Multiverse!"

With a smile, Dormammu suddenly reacted, looking at Lorde gratefully, then without thinking, kneeling and licking without any discipline: "Thank you master for giving me strength!"

As for Dormammu's shamelessness, Lord said that he was almost used to it, he 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, copy it and store it. The similarity of the copy depends on my magic power input, the highest 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 reproduced?"

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

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