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Chapter 3 Tuantuan (please subscribe and vote monthly) (10/)

Many demon gods also discerned that they were on the surface of hell that suddenly disappeared. .

They looked at the slowly moving dark dimension and understood their situation.

"Dormammu, don't stop! Do you want to die with all of us!"

They all struggled desperately at this time, bursting out their own strength, but they still couldn't break free from the power of the magic net on their bodies. On the surface of the hell dimension, a layer of power very similar to the legal principles of the Demonic Network appeared at this time, which perfectly integrated the power of the Demonic Network and replaced the Demonic Network as their bondage.

Dormammu was silent, and after a while he said coldly, "It's impossible. In order to merge with the earth, I used myself as the coordinate to forcefully pull the rules of all the dark dimensions. But for some reason, I was transferred here, Everything about me is trapped by this layer of power, and if I can’t penetrate this layer of power, I can’t stop it.”

Although the regular network on the surface of the hell dimension is much rougher than the magic network, the entire hell dimension is infinitely larger than the earth.

So Dormammu is not that easy to penetrate at all.

As time passed, when Dormammu finally broke through the power that restrained him and prevented the dark dimension from coming, the hell dimension and the dark dimension had reached the point where they could shuttle between each other at will. Their realms were very similar to each other, and other demons felt that there was another dimension. The oppression of the power of the world.

This kind of oppression is unbearable even if they are as powerful as them.

But the next moment, a thrust was generated in hell, moving the entire hell.

The hell dimension and the dark dimension collide!

A silent, invisible, indescribable collision... Countless fields overlapped between the two dimensions, and the rules collided with each other and devoured each other. The collision between their realms spread out, and in an instant, countless weak dimensions were destroyed.

In this collision, only one or two of the dozen demon gods were left alive and fled with weak breaths. The rest were all destroyed in the collision of these two giant multi-dimensional beings.

This is a real dimensional war that no one can stop.

After Dormammu's body was destroyed, he was reborn in the dark dimension and escaped from the hell dimension as quickly as possible. After he left, he discovered that the six hell kings who often fought had no intention of causing trouble for him. Moreover, when he entered hell, he clearly found that there was a melee in hell.

"Could it be that...those six insidious guys broke their agreement and started to elect a new lord of hell?"

This question flashed through Dormammu's mind. Anyway, it would be a good thing not to cause trouble to him... However... He felt the incompleteness of the dark dimension law, and fierce anger burst out. His loss this time was too great. The instincts between the two dimensions of darkness and hell devoured each other, leaving the rules incomplete. Although he took the opportunity to obtain part of the rules of hell, because the hell dimension also took the initiative to move closer, he instead took part of the advantage and obtained the darkness. The laws of dimension are much more than the laws of hell he obtained.

Moreover, the Hell Dimension looked like it was going to die with him, and did not take the initiative to separate at all. And he was also afraid of the six Hell Lords, so he let the Dark Dimension leave the Hell Dimension as if he was running away.

Looking at the hell dimension that was gradually disappearing, Dormammu wanted to kill him directly.

But considering that his power did not surpass the six kings of hell, he had to hold back his thoughts.

"Hell...Earth...you all just wait for me..."

Dormammu fell into a deep sleep in anger to make amends for this injury.

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Ten days have passed, and the world has basically returned to peace, but the topics caused by the strange phenomena in the sky and the chaos caused by the infected are far from calming down.

The mysterious power is not a genetic mutation or the division of the human race, but a real power that humans can master.

Many large and small organizations composed of mystics were born in this world. In the United States alone, there are many well-known mystic organizations, such as the Mirol Magic Association, the Golden Lion Theological Society, the Crow Magic Society... The mystics further exposed to the world.

The so-called covering cloth has been almost completely torn off, and only the rumored ancient forces are still hiding themselves. They have not officially appeared, but the leaders of various countries understand that this will happen sooner or later.

Coulson, who was in New Mexico, still had not returned. This mission made him feel very tricky.

What he should report here has been reported to Nick Fury, but the matter about the hammer is still unresolved.

And today, he even discovered a strange phenomenon in the sky, which was exactly the same as when the hammer appeared.

"That Asgard, doesn't he understand what a visa is? Aliens are so casual... Hey! Little thing! Don't bite my head!"

Colson vomited, and then screamed, because a small white fluffy thing suddenly pounced on his head, biting his head with its small mouth open.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed at it, and finally caught the little thing that was running back and forth. He breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the white fluffy little thing, and said helplessly, "Why do you always bite me?"

"Maybe I like the aura on your body."

Leviathan stretched out his hand and took the small object in Colson's hand, gently touching its white fluffy body with his fingers.

This is a small white dumpling with a small body only as big as a fist. It has only two eyes and one mouth. It looks big on its body and has watery eyes. When it is touched by Leviathan's fingers, it will be restrained. He narrowed his big eyes and made a small cry from his mouth.

"Tuantuan always likes to bite the things he likes to show his affection. Colson, don't worry about it."

Leviathan also said to Coulson helplessly.

Colson looked at this cute little thing and remembered that there was such a little guy in the box that was solemnly wrapped by the Life Group three days ago. He felt helpless. Originally, he saw that the Life Group attached so much importance to it, what could it be? As soon as the new applied biological weapon of the

"What can this little guy do, Leviathan? And why doesn't it bite you?" Colson rearranged his messy hair, then looked at a pile of bitten hair, and couldn't help but feel distressed and said, "Damn it , my hair, Leviathan, I hope you won’t say that this little thing is what you used to force me to buy the hair growth agent from Life Group.”

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