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Chapter 165 Inner Devil (fourth update)
"It's you again." The heavy voice echoed in the darkness, and the scarlet eyes almost narrowed, as if they wanted to spew fire and burn Michael to ashes.Undoubtedly, that was Dormammu again. Speaking of which, it was not the first time that Michael had met this dark god—even though they were not face-to-face in the true sense.

Dormammu let out an angry growl, and there was a shocking wave in the silent darkness.The dark tide seemed to form a tall blurred curtain wall and rushed towards him, like a tsunami rushing towards the shore.

Under the momentum, Dum subconsciously raised his arms to protect his face.Michael walked up to him and waved his hand lightly.The tide-like darkness suddenly stopped when it reached less than half a meter from his feet, and was divided to the two sides, as if hitting an invisible barrier.Michael's long trench coat was blown up like a black flag, but he remained motionless.

Dormammu roared loudly, but there was nothing he could do.

Michael looked down at the kid-like Doom.

So this is what Victor von Doom really looked like in his heart.

Anyone who has met Doom will probably put all kinds of words on him, such as super genius, freak or monster.He left almost the same impression on anyone, indifferent, selfish, and not caring about anyone or anything.He refuses to be approached by anyone, and feels connected to anyone.He was withdrawn, difficult, and almost burned into his bones with pride.

But in fact, deep down, he has always been a lonely little boy, lonely and stubborn, trying his best to save his mother's soul.

That's why it's so cold here.

"This is your inner world, your domain, Victor. So here the guy doesn't count, and of course, neither do I. Only you can make decisions here. Dormammu is using your subconscious against you, he I want you to submit, I want you to fall into the darkness and become his pawn." Michael paused and said, "But the Victor von Doom I know will not bow his head so simply."

Dum shook his head and said lowly, "He's right. I'm a failure. I've tried my best to achieve that one goal, but so far nothing has happened."

"That's right! You are nothing at all!" Dormammu roared, "You need me, Victor. If you join forces with me, anyone can only surrender to us!"

Michael ignored the noisy guy above, and continued: "Nothing? I don't think so. In my opinion, you are just starting now. You have always been proud and conceited, because you really should be, you have better than anyone potential. If I hadn’t discovered this, I wouldn’t have invited you to join. You asked me to teach you spells, and I agreed, and giving up halfway is not an option.”

Doom still bowed his head and was silent for a while.

"You haven't given up on me yet?" he asked.

"I promised to help you save my mother, and I will do what I say." Michael said indifferently, "This is my part of the contract. But before that, you must also fulfill your part of the obligation. At this moment , all I need from you is hold your head up. You're not a kid anymore, you know who you are."

He looked at Doom and put his hand on his shoulder: "Say your name out loud. Tell me, who are you?"

"Victor Victor von Doom."

"Louder. Tell me, who are you?"

"I'm Doom." He raised his head, and his image had changed back to an adult in a trance.A ferocious beast-like flame rekindled in his eyes, with an edge that made people subconsciously want to avoid, "I am Victor von Doom, and I am fearless!"

He stood up, turned his head, and looked up at Dormammu's huge face in the darkness.

"Get out of my head!" He resumed his usual sternness, and issued an unquestionable order to evict the guest.

Dormammu let out an even more angry roar, but his image gradually distorted, and his voice became farther and farther away, and soon disappeared like thunder in the sky.
Doom knelt heavily on his knees, propped his hands on the ground, and panted heavily.

The avatar of the shape of Aikon and the scarlet belt of Cytorak disappeared together. Michael stood in front of him, lowered his head and scanned him with the armor system. The feedback showed that the dark magic power index had dropped to the lowest level, and progress had resumed. out of the normal range.

"Looks like Mr. Von Doom has come back to us, sir," Shirley said.

"it seems that."

Michael said, holding out a hand to Doom.Dum raised his head and took a look, took his outstretched hand, and stood up with strength.

"Mr. Passo," he said lowly, "I"

He bit his lip, hesitant to say anything, but Michael could guess that he probably meant to say "I'm sorry."

"Let's talk about it after we have something to say." Michael said lightly, "We still have a lot to do."

Doom shook his head: "No, it's too late." He looked up at the gap in the sky, the black vortex had expanded to a rather astonishing size, as if covering the entire sky, "Dormammu is coming, And I am the medium for his invasion. I built a machine that can open the entrance of the dark dimension. After the entrance is opened, every time I absorb more energy from the dark dimension, Dormammu will follow the trajectory I left behind. One step closer, it's like chasing breadcrumbs to find the exit. Now there is no one to stop him."

After a pause, he added: "It should be on my head."

Although it wasn't a direct apology, it somehow conveyed something close.

"Your mission has been completed." Michael narrowed his eyes, looking up at the vortex in the sky, "Leave the next part to me."

He jumped up and flew into the sky with two long flames behind him.

The black-golden armor merged into the powerful vortex of air flow, rising straight up against the violent whirlwind of magic power, rushing all the way into the gap in the sky.

The darkness couldn't help being restless, as if there were gravitational forces acting on the armor in different directions.He flew into a Chaos, a dimension said to be beyond time.Bursts of deep colored light rolled in the depths of the darkness, and huge spheres were suspended in the darkness, connected by vertical and horizontal passages.

The space is filled with some kind of fog, and the surroundings are eerily quiet.

Michael landed on one of the black spheres, which looked like a miniature planet.The ground he stepped on was like a mineral rock, and a strange green light was cast from the holes on its surface.

Something flew out of the darkness at high speed, both left and right.Michael turned his palms over and released a magic shield in his hands, and the left and right shields blocked the black spikes on both sides.He blocked seven or eight times in a row, and three more spikes pierced through the fog and fell on his head.He opened the armor in time to advance, pulled back and retreated, and all three spikes were inserted into the ground he had just stood on.

Michael landed and stood firm, looking sideways into the deep darkness.

"For a host who hasn't had many guests visiting for thousands of years," he said flatly, "you are really an unexpected 'enthusiasm'."

A dark red flame was lit in the darkness, and the scorching fire outlined an irregular oval border, which seemed to be an extremely huge eye.Then the shape of the nose and mouth gradually emerged, and a face bigger than the asteroid he was standing on seemed to float up from the dark water, and Dazzle's fierce and brutal light glared at him.

The god of the dark dimension, Dormammu.They finally meet.

(End of this chapter)