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Chapter 270 Homecoming
This is the story of a gypsy boy who was born in Latvinia.

Many people believe that babies don't develop memories until they are several years old.But for Victor von Doom, that statement obviously didn't apply.Dum clearly remembered everything from his birth to the present, and every detail of every event was as clearly carved in his mind.

Even Doom's biological father never believed his son's words, but Doom's memory did indeed begin in the womb.He has not figured out why this is so far, but he can only attribute the reason to the contact between his mother and the devil.Perhaps because the mother who bore him was a powerful gypsy witch, her contact with the demon affected her fetus and prematurely activated Doom's sanity.

Probably from that time on, the boy's fate was destined to be extraordinary.

In the following two decades, what Doom experienced was enough to be compiled into a thick biography, and the tortuous experiences and plots that seemed to exist only in novels were enough to make any great man pale in comparison.In his own words, life always tried its best to bring him to his knees, but it never succeeded.Victor von Doom could always stand up and move on, even in the face of the devil himself.

Dum's life can be roughly divided into several stages.First, before his mother died—that was the period when he was truly a child, and then when he became the leader of his own tribe, using the weapons and equipment he invented to lead the tribe to fight back against the baron who oppressed them.Then he and his father were chased by soldiers, and his father was frozen to death by the snow mountain to save him. This incident took away Doom's father and almost frozen most of his remaining humanity.Shortly after that he was recruited to go to America, and then it was going to college, meeting Michael, facing demons, joining Sky Sword... until now.

And after experiencing all of this, his life seems to have returned to the original point, back to the place where he started.It's as fateful as a fairy tale - the expelled children return after years of school, bringing back a new future to this barren and chaotic land.

"This is your plan?" Michael and Doom stood side by side on a hillside, overlooking the town as the night gradually fell. "Use the power of the warlord to fight against the baron's regime?"

"My attack has meant more than a weapon," Doom replied. "Even in a place as backward as Latvinia, news always travels fast. The baron will know his most dangerous enemy." Come, and more importantly, the whole country will know."

He stretched out his hand from under the cloak, pointing to the towering castle in the distance by moonlight.The ancient castle stands like a sleeping giant in the forest, and the moonlight is shining brightly on its dark brick and stone exterior wall.

"That's the baron's castle, and you can see it clearly from this place," Doom said. "You can easily fly directly to the castle from this place with a pulse thruster. It's easy to take the king's life, and no soldiers can stop it." Got me. But if that's all it is, it's pointless. Before I officially take the country, I want the title of 'Dr. Doom' to be etched into the hearts of everyone in the country. Not just the king , those warlords and the remaining old nobles in Latvinia, I want them to fear the name of Doctor Doom and willingly submit to me. As for ordinary people and farmers, they will regard Doctor Doom as a savior, a hero, this The long-awaited savior of the land."

Michael glanced at him indifferently, without directly commenting on his plan.

"If you're going to build fame by doing this all the time, it's going to take a long time," he said, "but you've figured out the shortcut, right? If you didn't, you wouldn't be so eager to have me witness it with you. "

Doom turned to meet his gaze.

"You're the only one I admire and the only one who understands me. Yes, I've got a plan. But for that I need something I've given up on for a long time"

Victor von Doom paused, and a strange light flashed in his eyes for a rare moment.

".my family."

It has been more than ten years since Dum left Latvinia, and naturally he has not seen his own people for more than ten years.And after so many years, the living conditions of that small gypsy tribe have not changed at all.If there was any change, it would be that after the Baron ascended the throne, he had more power and resources than before, and the living space of these poor people was compressed even more.

It was not difficult to find them, for the gypsies always migrated with the seasons.When Doom found his tribe, they were being chased by yet another group of the Baron's soldiers.The domineering soldiers rode steeds, armed with modern rifles, and laughed wildly as they chased the fleeing gypsies, as if they were hunting a group of low-level animals as a pastime after dinner.

Nothing really has changed, just like the old days.

Until Doom, in full armor and cloak, descended from the sky and stopped the baron's army for his fleeing clansmen.

"Who!?" A soldier asked loudly.

"Never mind him, just kill him!"

This statement was clearly echoed.People fired at the same time, and the bullets bounced off the silver-white armor one after another, reflecting the shell into the orange-yellow of the gunfire.Sparks splattered like raindrops.

All the fleeing people stopped involuntarily, looking back in surprise at the armored man who broke in suddenly.

Fire shot out from behind Doom, and his figure rushed into the enemy's formation like an arrow that left the string.His palms flashed with light, and the pulse beam was like a flying knife that easily pierced and cut off the soldiers' bodies.The bullets from the guns could not hurt him a single bit, and in less than ten seconds, a large number of soldiers who pursued him were killed or injured, and only the last one was still able to move.

That's because Doom kept his hand on purpose.He withdrew his palm, looked indifferently at the last soldier who was half-foolishly frightened, and said: "Destruction will not kill you, but you need to spread a message. Go and tell everyone you see that destruction has come I have come here only to stain the hills with the blood of a tyrant. Go and tell the king that his days are numbered."

The soldier woke up in fright, and as if he had received an amnesty, he turned his horse and fled away.

The terrified gypsy approached slowly, looking blankly and fearfully at the majestic man in iron armor.

"Well, my countrymen," said Doom, looking at them, "Destruction assures you that your day of liberation has come."

(End of this chapter)