Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 965: I’m not a devil

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a-antithesis is totally 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 Lorde chose to replace is the 'fact' that he was killed by the supernova shock wave triggered by Dormammu's self-exploitation in the past timeline.

Reversing the facts of the past...completely!

The next moment, Dormammu was terrified.

The 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!

Rumble--! ! !

As silent ripples spread, the void takes on a shattered spectacle.

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 shattered, Lord walked out of the shadow space, spread out the spiritual pressure detection field, felt a faint breath, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, saying: "As expected of the ruler of darkness, he has endured himself. With a full blow, he still survived."

"Shit...damn..."

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

"Slightly 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 over slowly: ""

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

This guy is obviously dead!

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

However, the truth slapped her hard.

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

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

"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?"

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

"Yes! Very willing!"

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

She is really weak now...

Two consecutive collapses and explosions made the entire dark latitude become like a shriveled sponge, collapsing 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.

And 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 over the years, squandering 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, her hard work for so many years will be all 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. There is no advantage in fighting, and she may even fall.

Yes, Dormammu would rather admit it.

As far as face is concerned, strength is the most important.

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

"Anything is fine?"

Lord asked again.

"This..."

Dormammu was visibly hesitant, fearful of Lord's asking too much.

"Huh?!"

Lord's tone improved slightly, and there was a hint of coldness in the depths of the gilded child's eyes.

"No problem!"

Dormamm's body was shaking, shaking like a sieve, and he shouted in fright: "Any conditions are fine, as long as you can let me go!"

"Very well, I appreciate you."

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

"Haha...hahaha..."

Dormammu breathed a sigh of relief and laughed a few times, but the resentment in his heart increased, 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 I don't take revenge, how can I be the ruler of darkness in the future?

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

Lord 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 said with a shy smile.

"My terms are simple..."

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

Tick tock...

The bright red was oozing with golden blood, dripping into a 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 blood wine."

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

Soul sharing, holy text engraving.

Drop the blood with soul fragments into the wine, and the soul of the person who drinks the blood 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 stimulated the 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, he has now surpassed himself, and 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 attainment, she could see at a glance that Lord's soul fragment was fused into the 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 ~IndoMTL.com~ her own life will be controlled by others.

"The choice is yours."

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

"What if... I refuse?"

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

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

"Hehe...don't worry."

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

Dormammu breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

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

Lord'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: "..."