Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 967: I-Imitation Fake

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 opponent.

"If I surrender to you, can I..."

Dormammu wanted to struggle a little more, 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 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 me clearly." Lorde slowly came to the usurped altar and raised his hand to condense a blue-blue spear.

puff puff puff...

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 burning violently, he was immediately tortured to death.

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

Lord said lightly: "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 once again strengthened the plundering intensity.

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

The blue 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, continued to increase the plundering speed, and added a fire to the inside 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, and howled in horror: "Stop, please, stop, no matter what you do, I promise you, ah ah ah... .. my strength!"

This guy...is a demon!

He has no doubt now that if he hesitates for a few more seconds, he will definitely die!

"Only one chance."

Lord raised his hand to remove 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 have shrunk several times, and he gasps for breath.

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 when he was weak and young many years ago, when he saw the **** of the underworld, Sishorn Moment.

With just one look, his life can be erased.

That's...full of the smell of death!

Lord wasn't worried about his escape at all, and 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, 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 infused with Lord's Soul Fragment was drunk by Dormammu without a drop.

Don't ask how he got the liquid while in the state of magic fire, that's how it is.

"That... I'm done drinking." After Dormammu finished drinking, he was stunned for a few seconds, as if nothing had happened.

"Are you feeling nothing?"

Lord frowned. Could it be that he was thinking 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 Be engraved with a text!"

"What text?"

Lord's eyes brightened, it seemed he was right.

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

"Yes..."I"! 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, then asked suspiciously, "The Holy Word...is that the name of this 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 the soul. This is the power of our 'Quichan', collectively referred to as 'Holy Text'!"

"It turned out to be this power..."

In Dormammu's palm, blue flames emerged, and the pupils reflected the jumping firelight.

The jumping blue flames sometimes turn into arrows, sometimes into light spears.

He once learned countless dark magics as a genius wizard ~IndoMTL.com~, so the learning speed is very fast. In just a few seconds, he mastered the almost instinctive Quincy that was imprinted in the depths of his soul. Multiple 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...and even more. Go one step further and become the overlord of the multiverse!"

Laughing and laughing, Dormammu suddenly reacted, looking at Lorde gratefully, then kneeling and licking without hesitation: "Thank you master for giving me strength!"

As for Dormammu's shamelessness, Lord said 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, reproduce it and store it. The degree of similarity of the reproduction depends on my magic power. Enter, up to 80%."

"An object...an interesting description."

Lorde smiled playfully and said: "If the object is a 'creature', or some kind of 'power', can it be re-engraved?"

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

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