Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 965: The old man is not a devil

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a-antithesis is completely antithesis!

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

This time.

The 'phenomenon' that Lord chose to replace was the 'fact' that he was killed by the supernova shock wave caused by Dormammu's self-explosion on the past timeline.

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

The next moment, Dormammu was terrified.

A piece of energy that collapsed into a singularity compressed the entire dark dimension, forming a terrifying impact force that instantly reappeared in his body, triggering a super explosion again!

Boom——! ! !

Under the spread of silent ripples, the void presents a fragmented scene.

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

Among the vast clouds of smoke emitted after the shattering, Lord walked out of the shadow space, and the spiritual pressure detection field spread out. With a full blow, he still survived."

"Damn...damn..."

Dormammu, made of magical flames, has only one head left, and in the black eye sockets, the dancing flames are like a candle in the wind, flickering on the verge of extinguishing.

"I'm a little impressed with you."

Lord tilted his head, his pupils under the white mask were shining with a golden luster, and then he walked over slowly with a knife in his hand: ""

"What's going on..." Dormammu was terrified with a hint of shock, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

This guy is obviously dead!

He controls everything in the latitude, so it is natural to be sure that Lord's death just now is a fact that has been confirmed, and it is definitely not magic like hallucination or time reversal.

However, the fact slapped him hard.

The result of death was suddenly tampered with, like a miracle of God, which is incomprehensible.

Even if he is well-informed and has been in the multiverse for countless years, he has never seen such a weird thing.

"Wait...wait!"

Seeing that Lord was going to continue, Dormammu's expression changed drastically, 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, raised his eyebrows slightly: "So, are you willing to negotiate terms with me?"

"Yes! Very much!"

Dormammu spoke extremely fast, and he was afraid that if he was a few seconds behind, Lord would come up with his knife again.

He is really weak now...

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

And the dark power contained in it has been squeezed out to 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 in a cup.

The more powerful the latitude ruler 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 the soul world is compared to a 500 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!

The power accumulated by him for many years was squandered in two consecutive explosions.

Although the carrying capacity has not changed, the internal energy is already in jeopardy. 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 be resurrected.

So, Dormammu would rather admit defeat.

Compared to face, strength is the most important thing.

It doesn't matter if you lose face, if it's a big deal, you'll get it back later, but if you lose your life, it's a big problem.

"Anything is fine?"

Lord asked again.

"This..."

Dormammu obviously hesitated, fearing that Lord would make excessive demands.

"Huh?!"

Lord's tone raised slightly, and a coldness gushed out from the depths of his gilt-like pupils.

"No problem!"

Dormammu trembled all over, shaking like a sieve, and shouted in fright: "Any conditions are fine, as long as you can let me go!"

"Very well, I appreciate you very much."

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

"Haha...hahaha..."

Dormammu breathed a sigh of relief and laughed a few times, but the resentment intensified in his heart. 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 master of darkness in the future?

Just as Dormammu was secretly fantasizing about how he would ravage and avenge Lord in the future, he heard the latter cough twice, pulling him back from his fantasy to reality.

Lord said with a faint smile: "Aren't you happy too early? I haven't said anything about the conditions."

"Ah... I almost forgot, hahaha, what other conditions do you have? You can safely ask for it, I will definitely do it." Domamu was startled, and smiled shyly.

"My condition is simple..."

Lord raised his hand, took out a golden goblet full of liquid from the shadow, and forced a drop of blood from his fingertip.

Tick tock...

Golden blood oozes from the bright red, dripping into the golden wine glass filled with liquid.

The originally colorless and odorless transparent liquid was dyed blood red in a blink of an eye, and strands of golden threads in it were slowly cruising like living things.

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

Loud flipped his hand and pushed lightly, and the golden wine glass filled with blood wine slowly floated towards Dormammu.

Soul gift · holy text engraving.

Drop the blood with soul fragments into the wine, and the soul of the person who drinks the blood wine will be engraved with a special ability named by him.

However, there is a difference.

He did not infuse his own holy text ~IndoMTL.com~ but, like Juhabach in the original book, by injecting the blood of the soul, he inspired the new power of the 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 Juhabach has done it, and now he has surpassed himself, there is no reason why it cannot be done.

"You want me to be your slave?!"

The magical flames in Dormammu's pupils suddenly rose and burned violently, and a look of surprise and anger appeared on his face.

With his dark magic attainments, he could tell at a glance that the glass of blood wine contained Lord's soul fragments.

Although he didn't know what ritual it was to fuse soul fragments into blood wine.

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

"The choice is yours."

Lord smiled slightly, not caring about His anger, but only vaguely showing a trace of killing intent: "Whether you choose to accept or refuse, you choose one."

"What if... I say no?"

Dormammu stared at Lord vigilantly, ready to run away at any time.

If you want him to be someone else's slave, it's better to die directly, the master of darkness also needs face, okay?

"Hehe...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 will kill you."

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

Dormammu: "..."

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