The Dark Evil God Domumu … It is said that he was a human mage from ancient times who stepped into the Dark Space in pursuit of power and finally merged with the Will of the Dark Space. His original name has been lost and what exists now is only an Evil God named Domumu, the Lord of the Dark Space.
To be able to fight back and forth with Ancient One in a complete situation, his strength is definitely top-notch. Domumu was very confident in his strength, so before attacking New York Sanctum, he made a bet with Saber who accidentally entered the Dark Space. As a result, he lost because of his allies' retreat … Everyone knows this. He gave Saber a crystal of Dark Will through the hand of Ancient One, and as long as he crushes it, he can summon his will.
This is definitely one of the biggest cards in Saber's hand. To be honest, Gabriel alone is not enough for Saber to use this trump card, but as Hogness said, the current situation can't be helped. Gabriel is chasing him like a mad dog, and if he doesn't use it, he will be crushed to death in minutes.
But since he has already used it, Saber naturally won't waste this opportunity to meet.
"My mouth is dry from all the talking. Are you really not interested at all?"
Saber stood next to Domumu's avatar and talked a lot, but Domumu didn't respond and just focused on manipulating the dark mist to erode the bound Gabriel. This process was very fast. There is a gap between these two existences. Domumu's status should be at the same level as Gabriel's boss. The gap between the Archangel and it is even greater than the gap between Saber and the Archangel.
It's almost like the difference between a baby, a teenager, and an adult.
"Hell is now merging with the main world! Look at the sky, that door leads to Hell. As long as you go through it, that dimension will be yours to devour. I don't believe that anyone there can stop you! Brother, work harder, after you eat Hell, you can turn around and beat Ancient One! Isn't this what you always wanted to do? "
Domumu still ignored him, and Saber wanted to work harder and pull Dark Evil God into this war that has become helpless, but he was stopped by Hogness. The old mage straightened his robe, stepped forward, and bowed slightly to Domumu.
Dark Evil God's predecessor was an ancient mage. From this identity alone, he was Hogness's predecessor, so there was no problem with Hogness's etiquette, and the old mage obviously understood Saber's plan. Although Dark Evil God is also a tiger for this world, but now in the face of a substantial threat, he couldn't care less. He pondered for a moment and whispered, "The Hell's Hell's destruction is destroyed..
"The foundation of hell's dimensional existence has been destroyed. That dimension is currently in a state of collapse. Lucifer has connected that opening to the present world. If there are no accidents, hell's dimension and the present world's dimension will fuse together in a special way. For you, the difficulty of devouring the present world will be greatly increased. After all, after the two dimensions fuse, both the dimensional barrier and the strength of your power will be greatly enhanced. Just like what Seiber said, this is a very bad outcome for you."
Hogness's voice was low, and his words were clear. In a few words, he clearly explained the subordinate relationship between the three parties.
"And if we think about it in reverse, the Hell Dimension has collapsed anyway. If it doesn't want to be destroyed, it must find a dimension to attach to, and since it can be the main world. "
The old mage's eyes narrowed.
"Then why can't it be the Dark Dimension? If you have this dimension, after the complete fusion, your power will also have a qualitative leap. At that time, wouldn't it be very simple to devour the main world? "
"Hey!"
Saber secretly gave Hogness a thumbs up. He really deserves to be called a cultured person. Saber felt that if he were Dormam, it would be unreasonable for him not to attack Hell.
But he was not Dormam, so he didn't know what Dormam was thinking. Obviously, the Dark Evil God was not interested in this proposal that seemed very tempting on the surface.
"No … I reject it."
"Why?"
Saber's eyes widened. "Man, are you out of your mind? You shouldn't have refused."
The flame on his head was burning, and he looked up at the dim sky. "Hell, that's a big problem. I have no interest in it. The wall between Ancient One and her is about to collapse. Saber. Hawk, when you are not in this dimension, I will be happy to take it. I am different from those guys who have their own ulterior motives."
Dormam pointed to his head, and a mocking smile appeared in the flame.
"My life is very simple. The Dark Space has an insatiable greed. I only need to live to satisfy it. I am another Star Devourer, although I am far worse than it."
As he spoke, he waved his hand dispiritedly. Gabriel, who had been completely corroded, stood beside Domumu. She still looked the same as before. Her posture and expression hadn't changed. Even her standing posture hadn't changed. However, her skin had turned a deep black, and the armor on her body seemed to have been dyed black by a layer of ink. It wasn't an infection in the sense of the surface.
This was a change in the most fundamental part of the soul. The external darkness was just a dispensable appearance.
"I have paid back what I owed you, Saber. Hawk."
Dormam's eyes flashed with a strange light. "What I said to you is still valid. If you have no way out, don't forget to inform me. I will be happy to give you another chance. The Dark Space is too dead. I think I need a warrior to make it more active again. In order to express my sincerity, I have decided to give you an experience."
He spread out his hands.
"People will always subconsciously resist unfamiliar things, but in fact, this kind of resistance is stupid. Even if Ancient One told you clearly that accepting the power from the Dark Space will make you extremely painful, but that is only her own evaluation. Whether this power is good or bad, you have to experience it for yourself to know. Maybe, you will think it is good. After all, there is no good or evil in power."
"F * ck!"
Saber turned and ran. The moment Dormam finished speaking, he knew what this madman was going to do. Hognes' reaction was also not slow, but in the face of a stronger existence than Gabriel, their reaction was still too slow. The next moment, two dark forces rose from the ground in a completely irresistible way, lifting the bodies of Saber and Hognes high into the air.
In Dormam's whisper, their bodies were pulled around in the air, stretched, and let the power from the Dark Space pour into their bodies. What kind of experience was that?
There was no pain, no corrosion, no occupation of the soul, it was as if the power of the self itself had been dug out.
"Don't resist, don't reject, everyone has darkness in their hearts. I just woke up these darkness suppressed by reason and let you see what kind of existence you will become."
"I don't believe it! Dormam! You promised me! "
Saber's voice was so shaky in the pressure of the growing dark storm. This experience was overwhelming on a sensory level. Our minds would lock all kinds of dark emotions in the cage called reason on a daily basis, but now, Dormam's power was opening those cages little by little, pouring those negative emotions and the power from the Dark Space into them.
Saber, shrouded in dark fine lightning, roared loudly.
"No! You bastard! Stop! Such power... I don't want it! "
"Oh... This is not up to you."
Dormam looked happily at Saber and Hognes struggling in the air. If he didn't have a mouth, he would even whistle to express his joy and some kind of dark intention.
"The Ancient One is not here, is he?"
"Didn't the Ancient Venerables tell you that summoning me without anyone watching over me … is a dangerous action?"
"Forced by the agreement, I really can't hurt you, Saber. Hawk, but am I hurting you?"
Dormam turned around, his dark robe rustling in the wind. Gabriel, with a wooden expression, followed behind Dormam and gradually disappeared into the dark fog that was beginning to dissipate.
"I didn't hurt you... I won't hurt you, but for a beast like you, reason is something that doesn't need to exist at all. A beast that acts on instinct is the craziest and most dangerous. You see, I'm just helping you, unearthing the real you, I'm just untying your shackles. "
"Oh... Don't thank me! We will... meet again. "
"Boom!"
A golden spear pierced through the space and whistled towards Strange. Doctor Strange was surrounded by three angels. He struggled to maintain his own Mana Shield and threw out the rune light wheels in his hand one by one, trying to force the angels away. The spear rushed towards his back at an extremely fast speed. The moment before it touched him, it was firmly pinched by a claw that stretched out from the dark fog.
"Bang!"
The spear of light was crushed, and at the same time, two sharp claws suddenly appeared on the back of one of the angels attacking Strange. The claws were covered in black scales and wrapped in a layer of scorching flames. They pierced into the angel's back from the most impossible place and tore apart a wing from the angel's back.
Holy blood spilled everywhere. The angel wailed and flapped its remaining wings, but it was unable to maintain flight and fell from the sky to the ground. Santos, who had succeeded in his attack, retreated into the fog without hesitation. The next moment, more than seven spears with purifying flames pierced through the fog. The scorching temperature evaporated the thick fog a little, but it did not hurt Santos' body.
As the strongest member of the Demon Gang's younger generation, Santos was an assassin personally trained by Seiber. He wasn't weak to the point where he could be easily killed. However, he was more than capable of protecting himself, but his attacks were much weaker. After all, these 12 angels appeared in the form of Holy Spirit Bodies. In a one-on-one battle, he could only kill one angel with his full strength.
Strange was also personally taught by Ancient One. This talented young man made rapid progress, but facing the siege of the angels in the air, he also struggled to persevere. The angel who fell to the ground grabbed his long sword fiercely. There was no mercy on his face that a Holy Spirit should have. He looked like he wanted to chop others to death.
Perhaps the pain had numbed his perception. In short, under the ruins behind him, Angela's eyes were full of hatred as she stared at him. She held the gun with both hands, aimed, and fired.
"Bang!"
The Holy Silver bullet bloomed a flower of blood in the angel's back, causing his body to stagger. Angela rushed out from under the ruins and pounced on his back like a she-wolf. With a rune dagger in her mouth, she shot him in the head with a pistol, grabbed the dagger, and mercilessly slit his neck.
The angel was still not dead, but he could no longer live. They were special creatures, but they were not immortal. The myths were all lies. Since demons could be killed, angels could be killed too.
"Bang!"
The last shot hit his heart, causing the angel's last struggle to dissipate into nothingness.
Angela raised her head and looked at the sky. There, Santos had shrouded three angels in a fog, and the remaining eight were besieging Strange. If it weren't for the Magic Floating Cloak itself, which could help the user avoid most of the attacks, Strange would not have been able to hold on at all. But even so, the situation was bad enough.
It was only a matter of time before they were defeated. The worst thing was that they had no helpers in this city that had already turned into hell!
Runes thundered in the ruins. In the next moment, the fog blocking the battlefield separated, and a colossus flapping its wings brazenly charged into the sky. The Demon God named Graiyanla Bohr soared in the sky. It opened its mouth like a hunting dog, and its sharp claws fiercely grabbed an Angel who couldn't dodge in time. Its claws opened and closed, twisting the Angel's head off from its body. It threw the corpse into its mouth, and blood splattered everywhere.
This Demon God was like a legendary griffin, but it had a dog's head. Its body was huge, and it was like an overlord soaring in the sky. It easily dispersed the surrounding angels, and behind it sat a weak guy.
His arm was covered in bandages, and there was a fatal wound on his chest that was still bleeding. His hair was tangled, and his face was full of despair and decadence. But there was also a glimmer of hope. When he saw Strange, he stretched out his hand with difficulty and greeted him.
"Hi, friend, do you need help?"
"Swoosh!"
A dagger was pressed against his neck, and in an instant, a line of blood was cut. Santos's gnashing of teeth sounded behind him.
"Constantine, you bastard! It's all because of you. Look around, this hell started because of you! "
"Now … you actually dare to come back!"
"Cough, cough … Don't be like this, buddy. What if I say … I have a way to end all of this?"
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