the end of the heavens

Everything disappears, and the eyes are the purest darkness. In this darkness, only Russell and the Godhead Mountain Range are left.

It is said that there is only one left, and there is really only one left. The clothes on Russell's body were swept away by the chaos, and the ring of water Nanya and the ring of space were also smashed into ashes.

The invisible fluctuations emanated from Russell's body, not physical or mental, but invisible energy similar to the light of the soul.

On the back of the left hand, the stigmata of the cross representing the dark dimension, which is the key to activate the dark dimension, suddenly flew out slender black chains.

After the chain leaves the cross mark, it extends and enlarges infinitely. The thickest part is as small as a hair, and the widest part is a thousand meters in diameter.

Layers of chains were woven into a net, leaping tens of thousands of miles in an instant, and firmly covering the Shenge Mountain Range.

Immediately afterwards, the Godhead Mountain Range shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, corresponding to Russell's ever-expanding body.

A giant of a million feet stands horizontally in the void, breathing out chaotic air from its mouth and nose...

This description is not accurate, because there is no space distance in the dark dimension, and all concepts were shattered in the catastrophe just now.

This description is just a comparison with the Shenge Mountain Range, but whether the Shenge Mountain Range is shrinking or Russell is enlarging, thinking from a low-latitude perspective can only be judged by the beholder.

The Godhead Mountain Range was dragged into the Dark Cross by chains, and little ripples swayed from the back of his hand, sweeping across Russell's body.

Immediately, the boundless black silk thread gathered into a belt, entangled from all directions in the dark dimension, clung to Russell's limbs and chest, and wandered crazily on his body surface like a tattoo.

Russell looked up at the void, his eyes were open and there was only darkness. He opened his hands to embrace the darkness, and his short hair quickly grew and stretched to his feet.

"I am Chaos! I am Death, I am Darkness..."

The frenzy of the dark dimension rolled back, vibrating synchronously with Russell's voice, but he stopped his voice and remained silent on the spot. After an unknown amount of time, he closed his eyes and opened them again. His black eyes calmly swept across the surrounding area: "I am who I am... nothing else..."

The frenzy dissipated, the dark dimension was silent, and nothing happened to the pure darkness.

Russell shook the long hair behind him, raised his hand and cut it off, and the short hair drifted away in the pitch black and condensed into form.

A shimmering star, an orbiting planet, a blood-red moon.

Simple galaxy structures are born in an instant, and then...

Gone!

This is the limit of what Russell can do. Facts have proved that he cannot be omnipotent in the dimension, even if he has fused the fragments of the godhead, it exceeds the single universe and is not full of the multiverse level.

The realm is high enough, but the strength...

It can only be said that realm cannot represent everything. If he wants to be strong, he can only work hard to restore the dark dimension.

"So weak, does a cosmic god as weak as me really exist?"

The newly-promoted Dark Lord of Marvel, the great demon god Russell secretly complained, after thinking about it, he had to admit that there really was one.

The invincible Uncle Tun has been sticking to his duties on the background board, and Darkseid was also beaten without temper by Doomsday, all of which are examples of high-dimensional beings being brutally abused by low-dimensional beings.

Especially Uncle Tun, because he doesn't have enough to eat every day, his actual combat effectiveness is greatly reduced, so that anyone can fight him [-]-[-].

His existence is equivalent to the Flash in the DC world, and every time a big event occurs, he will be used as a sacrificial flag!

"Continue to devour other dimensions, or find fragments of other dark dimensions..."

In the past, Russell's upper limit was not high enough. He never thought about operating the dark dimension, and simply used it as an energy source. Now it is different. It is better for him to expand the dark dimension as much as possible.

The dimension where the earth is located is impossible. Russell felt that his arms and legs were too small to withstand the toss of the boss, but he was inexperienced in finding other dimensions to devour.

"Maybe I can try this trick!"

Russell frowned, raised his hand to open the gate of hell, and waved his hand to pull a piece of darkness before entering, wrapped his whole body into armor, and strode into it.

Before leaving, he opened his five fingers, and the water ring Nanya was restored as before, but the space ring was not, and he moved it into the black cross.

From now on, he doesn't need the space ring anymore.

The flames soared into the sky, and the pungent and strong smell of sulfur lingered. Countless demons and devils of different shapes raised their arms and roared wantonly on the highlands alternated with mountains. From time to time, bloody scenes of the strong devouring the weak occurred.

A world that perfectly interprets the law of the jungle, brutal and violent, advocating the respect of strength, and the law of the jungle does not have pity and sympathy.

"Is this hell?"

Russell glanced around. It was indeed a dimension of a different space, but it looked far stronger than his dark dimension, and it could even be said to be unfathomable.

In line with the principle of keeping a low profile in other people's territory, Russell shook his head and was about to leave, remembering that there are many hells in Marvel, and with his embarrassing to touching strength, picking the soft one is the best policy.

"Dormam, you're here, why are you leaving? Besides, you're late!"

A call sounded in his ears, Russell stopped, slapped away the winged demon who was in the way, and looked intently at the source of the sound.

A large round table, with several people of different colors sitting beside it...humanoid and non-humanoid creatures.

There are giants, there are devils, there are tentacles with big eyes.

Russell has a weird face, and he really has a group of dimensional bosses!

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There is a reward from the leader of "I'd better come and see the original"!

I owe four more!

I have something to do in the past few days, and I haven’t paid back the chapters I owed before. It’s not pretending to forget, nor is it procrastinating to make everyone forget, but I’m embarrassed to say (whispering bb), so you don’t need to remind me specially.

Also, the boss reminded me that my posture is so handsome!

Chapter 789 Hell Devil King Meeting

Russell knew very well that Dormammu had already knelt down, died cleanly, and there was no possibility of resurrection.

Even if Dormammu can be resurrected, he will no longer be a threat because of the loss of the dark dimension and become a low-level mage, unless he finds another dimensional space and becomes the master there.

But since someone called this name, it must be because of the power of the dark dimension in his body that he was mistaken for Dormammu. Russell thought about it and strode towards the round table.

It's not clear whether it's late or not, because there are many vacant stone chairs beside the round table, Russell picked a chair full of magic power of the dark dimension and sat on it.

The source of power on the chair can be traced back to Domamu, but that was before, and now the surname is Luo.

Russell looked up and scanned the surroundings, and found that the creatures present were all demon gods from different dimensions. Because they were separated from their own dimensional world, their strengths varied from strong to weak, and their closeness to each other varied.

As far as the appearance is concerned, the demon gods come in all shapes and sizes, and they look very creative, and there are many Russell's thinking divergences that can't be imagined.

With its blue octopus head and whiskers of wriggling sucker tentacles, it resembles Dutchman's captain Davy Jones.

Black and white bone frame, eyes emitting scarlet light, body covered with a layer of hard frost armor, black smoke continuously flowing outward.