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Chapter 152 Darkness ([-]rd)
It was undoubtedly Victor von Doom himself who had sneaked into the armory in the middle of the night and stood face to face with Michael at this moment.It's just that Dum at this time is quite different from the previous image. The eye sockets on that handsome face are also as black as coke, and the temples are covered with silky stripes. The magic power on the body is several times stronger.

Michael leaned against the door frame, watching him calmly and without surprise.Doom turned around and looked at him, even his eyes turned black.

"Dormammu, did you? He made you a promise," Michael said. "When?"

"Yesterday," Doom replied.His voice was lower and hoarse than usual, but his tone was also calm.

Michael said: "I should have thought of that, but I thought it was impossible for a man like you to bow down, even to Dormammu. Even for your mother, you really are willing to bow to that kind of thing." Surrender?"

"Dom doesn't surrender to anyone or anything," said Doom dryly, "but I need power, and that evil god happens to have power. I agreed to a deal so I could draw its magic and use it "He stretched out his hand and clenched his fist, and a wave of darkness visible to the naked eye erupted from his hand the moment he clenched his fist, like a gust of wind blowing Michael's hair and hem of clothes, but he still leaned on it without changing his expression. by the door.

"Do you think Mephisto can be defeated with Dormammu's strength?" He asked lightly.

"I know it's not enough, but it's not the end of me." Doom said, his black eyes seemed to ignite again, just like when Michael first met him, "It's just It's just the beginning. I will gain more powerful power, even the power that can swallow the evil god Dormammu itself. At that time, I will go to hell again, and I will look directly into the eyes of that demon and tell him that he is Scum. I'm going to beat him, put him in a cage, and make him feel the pain my mother felt."

Looking at his frenzied appearance, Michael understood this completely.

Normally, a strong-willed person like Victor von Doom could not be corrupted even by Dormammu, and it was even more impossible for him to follow in Dormammu's footsteps willingly with his arrogance.But Doom, unfortunately, has been in a slump lately, anxious about the slow progress of his spells and the elusive prospect of rescuing his mother.At this juncture, Dormammu tempted him with a powerful dark force, invaded his psychological defense, influenced and distorted his mind, and made him unknowingly become a pawn of the evil god.

Now Doom himself has not realized it, but he has been dazzled by the powerful dark force.Dormammu manipulated his thinking through this power invisibly, but made him think that he was still relying on his own will to make decisions.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Passo." Doom's cold tone seemed to relax a little bit, "I have been working with you-although I have been hard to admit-it has been very pleasant. Your mind is admirable, and you are The best company I could think of to work with. And the spells you taught me, and your promise to help me get my mother back one day. I've always kept that in mind.

The truth is, to me you're probably the only person I've ever met in my entire life who maybe barely came close to being a 'friend'. "

Michael squinted his eyes, studying Doom's dramatically changing face and dark eyes.

It is unlikely that Dormammu manipulated him to say such words.In other words, perhaps this is the real thought that Victor von Doom has been hiding in his heart all along.

Then Dum's tone became cold again: "But unfortunately, I have a new direction. So although I am sincerely sorry, this does not affect my completion of what must be done. I must rescue my mother , anyone who stands in my way can only be knocked down. So you only have one chance, Mr. Passo. I sincerely hope that you will step aside and let me walk out of this door and get out of here. Then if there is any hope in the future If...we might not have to be enemies."

Michael was silent for a while.

"I guess that's what you meant, right?" he asked abruptly.

Dum was stunned: "What?"

"I bet Dormammu wants me dead like crazy, and if it's what he wants, he wants you to kill me here." Michael said quietly, "That is, 'Give me a chance to walk away 'This kind of decision is your own idea, right?"

Doom frowned, and his expression twitched with difficulty: "I am the only one who can make decisions for me! No one can order Doom!"

"Thank you for your kindness," Michael said, "but I thought you knew how I would respond."

Doom snorted heavily.He formed a mudra with his hands, pressed his palms down, and a circular magic circle immediately spread out on the ground.The dark and eerie lines outline the strange patterns in the magic circle, which seems to be a teleportation circle.A set of iron-gray armor rose up from the teleportation array and stood in front of Dum, the back of the armor opened like an empty shell.Doom walked in, the armor closed immediately, the eyes of the helmet glowed scarlet, and the dark green cloak on the back hung down to the ground.

"Armor made of Cree's memory alloy." Michael looked at him calmly. "Should I say that it's you? It's only been two weeks since you proposed this proposal, and the finished product has already been designed."

Doom raised his right fist, and the front half of the gauntlet was shrouded in a crimson light.

"Sorry." His tone seemed to loosen at that moment.

The intense light shot out, and the destructive energy instantly engulfed Michael's entire body.A strong dark red light erupted, and the impact of the explosion swept along the corridor outside the door, blinding people's eyes.

Victor von Doom narrowed his eyes.

The light gradually dissipated, but Michael Paso, who was wearing a windbreaker, still stood there calmly, not even missing a piece of the windbreaker.A huge golden shield stretched out in front of him, and a circle that cut the space was also unscrewed above his head.The black and gold armor parts flew out one by one, attached to his body for assembly, and a few seconds later, the whole set of black gold vibrating gold armor stood here.

The golden spell shield gradually disappeared, and the two looked at each other through their battle suits.

Michael spoke slowly.

"My first point, Victor. Unlike you, I never considered you a 'friend,' or anything close. I never needed any of that," he said, "but I pulled you onto this ship, and I also promised to teach you spells, so to a certain extent, you are my responsibility. That's why I'm kicking out that evil god Dormammu now to help you recover Sober. As for my second point.”

He paused, and a blue glow flashed in the V-shaped eyepiece.

".That is, you have to understand one thing. Even if you borrow the power of Dormammu, you still have a long way to go to catch up with your teacher."

(End of this chapter)