Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 967: I-Imitation counterfeit

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Submission...or death?

For many people, the choice is the most distressing.

But for Dormammu, the lord of darkness, there seems to be only one way before him, and that is to surrender to the other party.

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

Dormammu wanted to struggle again, after all, K still had a bit of self-esteem.

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

However, before Dormammu finished speaking, blue flames suddenly rose from the usurping altar.

Hoo hoo!

The flames of high-density spiritual particles are a kind of torture for any soul.

"You seem...didn't hear me clearly." Lord slowly came to the altar of usurping, and raised his hand to condense a blue spear.

Puff puff puff puff puff...

Dozens of blue light spears pierced through Dormammu's flaming body.

"Ahhh..." Dormammu's tragic howl instantly resounded through the entire dark dimension.

Being pierced by the light spear directly through the body, and the blue flames burning fiercely, k was tortured to death.

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

Lord said lightly: "If you don't surrender, then go to death."

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

The left and right are just an experiment, but because of Dormammu's outstanding strength, he tried it many times. If this guy still refuses, it's a big deal to find another chance in the future and just 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."

Lord's eyes were cold, and he raised his hand to control the usurpation of the altar, further strengthening the intensity of the plunder.

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

The cyan flame was terrifying enough to die. It penetrated into the soul like a tarsal maggot, tearing it apart and burning it inch by inch. If k is not a magic flame now, he might be completely burned in minutes.

"I surrender! I...surrender!" Dormammu endured the severe pain and shouted tremblingly.

"Still... can't hear you."

Lord smiled slightly, continued to increase the speed of plundering, and added a fire to the inside by the way.

Looking at the screaming and distorted Domamu in the usurping altar, thinking about the treatment of Sun Dasheng in the Bagua furnace before, it was nothing more than that.

"I choose to surrender! I choose to surrender!"

Dormammo didn't hesitate at all, and howled in horror: "Stop, please, stop quickly, no matter what you do, I promise you, ahhh... ..My strength!"

This guy...is a monster!

k now has no doubts,

If you hesitate for a few seconds, you 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 indifferently: "I hope you will not disappoint my expectations, next time... .but not so lucky."

"Whoa...whoa...."

Dormammu's flame had shrunk several times, and he was panting heavily with lingering fear.

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

But when K plucked up the courage to raise his head and bumped into those golden eyes, his heart trembled for no reason. Moment.

Just one look can erase K's life.

That is... full of the smell of death!

Lord is not worried about K escaping at all. If Dormammu betrays again, he still has one last resort.

The **** chain wrapped around the arm, once it hits the target, will drag the target into **** forcibly, and no one can escape unless they break free with great strength.

But obviously, Dormammu doesn't have this.

Looking at the golden cup filled with blood wine, Dormammu's face made of flames violently twisted dozens of times, and finally heaved a long sigh, holding the cup with both hands and drinking it up.

Gudong...gudong...gudong...

Dormammu drank every drop of the blood wine infused with Lord's soul fragments.

Don't ask how K drank the liquid in the state of magic flames, anyway, that's how it is.

"That... I'm done drinking." Dormammu was stunned for a few seconds after finishing his drink, as if nothing happened.

"Don't feel anything?"

Lord frowned, could it be that his thoughts were wrong?

"Uh...it doesn't seem to be." Dormammu shook his head, but soon K's face changed slightly, and he said in surprise: "No...no, deep in my soul, it seems A word is engraved!"

"What text?"

Lord's eyes lit up slightly, it seems that he guessed right.

Sure enough, like Juhabach, his blood wine can bestow special holy words on those who drink it.

"Yes...!" Dormammu seemed to be intoxicated, feeling the special power, showing an expression of enjoyment: "I seem to know, its ability is to create a 'fake'. "

"Is it a fake?"

Lord pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, "So, your holy text is an i-fake!"

The original ability of the word i is iron, meaning '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 taken aback for a moment, and asked in doubt: "The holy text... is the name of this kind of power?"

"Yes, whoever drinks the blood wine can share my soul."

Lord opened his arms, grinned, and said: "And the person who shares my soul ~IndoMTL.com~ will emerge in the depths of the soul with powerful words. Power, collectively referred to as 'Holy Words'!"

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

A cyan flame emerged from Dormammu's palm, and his pupils reflected the jumping flames.

The jumping blue flames sometimes turned into arrows and sometimes into light spears.

k used to be a genius wizard ~IndoMTL.com~ and learned countless dark magic, so he learned very fast. It only took a few seconds to master the almost instinctive skills of the Quincy that are deeply imprinted in the soul. Multiple skills.

At the same time, Dormammu also understood that the power to hurt K's soul is the power of the Quincy.

"It's simply too strong!" Dormammu's excited flame exploded, and he laughed wildly: "As long as I have this power, I can swallow more worlds, maybe... even more Go one step further and become the overlord of the multiverse!"

Smiling and laughing, Dormammu suddenly came to his senses, looked at Lord gratefully, then knelt and licked without hesitation, "Thank you master for giving me strength!"

For Dormammu's shamelessness, Lord expressed that 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, make a replica and store it, and the similarity of the replica depends on my magic power Input, up to 80%."

"An object...is an interesting description."

Lord smiled playfully and said, "If the object is a 'creature' or some kind of 'power', can it be reproduced?"

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

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