"Odin—"

Heimdall's form appears in Odin's realm in the form of a temple.

He bowed slightly to his god-king, and then stood not far from Dormammu with his hand on the hilt of his sword and a solemn expression.

The only remaining eye glowed with a golden glow, and being watched by Heimdall in this state gave Dormammu the illusion that there was nothing to hide.

Odin pulled Heimdall into the realm, naturally not because he didn't have the confidence to defeat Dormammu, on the contrary, the god-king didn't take Dormammu without the blessing of the world in his eyes at all, let alone face a clone.

The reason why Heimdall was called here was to use his talent to follow the fleeting connection and try to find the identity of the other party at the moment of Dormammu's doppelganger's death.

Yes, Odin is not content to destroy an insignificant doppelganger, but to completely annihilate this madman who almost devoured Loki's soul!

Despite the fact that 'Dormammu' is a twisted personality formed by the aggregation of multiple soul fragments, he is just crazy and not stupid.

He can naturally understand Odin's intentions, and it is precisely because of this that the 'former dark master', who has always regarded himself very highly, becomes more and more angry.

"You think you've won, Odin?"

Dormammu roared in a hoarse voice, "Don't forget, standing before you is the master of the 'Dark Dimension', the Lord of the Corrupt and the Corrupt, the true Lord of the World!"

"Lord of the World?"

Odin recalls a figure in armor and a crown on her head, and her display of a strong will that cannot be disobeyed, and even the darkness itself can only choose to surrender.

"Lord of the World......

Repeating Dormammu's self-proclaim, the God-King glanced at the "lost dog" opposite him with pity, and did not argue with him again.

"You ......"

Dormammu's stung with his attitude, and he roared, his pale face bursting with hideous veins.

Purple-black magic patterns appeared on the bloodless skin, and the soul power that had been accumulated in the body during this time to restore the subject's injuries burned wildly like the grease of an open flame.

In an instant, Dormammu in the temple ushered in earth-shaking changes, his momentum and strength rose steadily, and the whole person showed a chaotic madness.

"It's not enough—"

Dormammu, who had lost his few sanities in the midst of extremism and anger, let out a snakeskin-like roar, and he vowed to give the other party a good look, but as for the consequences, he had already thrown out of his mind at this time.

In the dark, the "Spiritual Woodland" that Loki had experienced had undergone a dramatic change: the dark and oppressive sky was shattered, the rancid and muddy earth cracked and wailed, the tall soul-bound trees were on fire, and the souls imprisoned in the trees that could never be freed were also burned along with the "cage".

Far more cruel than known torture, the souls that were scorched by the dark purple flames let out wails, screams, and inexplicable curses.

Eventually, the painful expression turned numb, and the mixed voices all merged into the same tone, lingering in the "spiritual woodland" that was about to be destroyed, along with the wisps of green smoke of naturalization.

"I curse you......"

Countless souls roared in unison, and the thin and fragmented tones were terrifying.

The object of the curse is naturally the doppelganger of Dormammu, who caused all this, and naturally, the doppelganger who appears as a young man has changed dramatically in the sound of the curses layered on top of each other.

Dense, nail-sized pustules grew from the young man's body, not mucus, but a miniature human face with a pained expression.

Dormammu let out a scream of empathy, enduring the backlash of the destruction of the realm, barely harnessing the powerful power generated by the destruction of the "Spiritual Woodland" in his body.

"It's been a long time......"

The sheer power gave Dormammu the illusion that he was back at the top, as if whoever stood across from him would be easily wiped out by him.

"Odin—"

The young man, who was no longer human, smiled and called out the name of his enemy, expecting to see the other's expression of fear and remorse.

However, alas, the God King only frowned, as if the powerful opponent on the opposite side was just a puddle of disgusting stains.

"You've lost your only chance to repent, crawler!"

Dormammu's arm was slightly raised, ready to vent the powerful power in his body that was already somewhat out of his control.

Odin, who was in armor, pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword, and his will was like a thunderous abyss.

Under his sword, there have been too many powerful and rebellious people who have lost their lives, and naturally they don't care about the other guy.

Just as the two were about to fight, something happened suddenly.

A figure that only Odin himself was aware of and gave him a ruthless, trance-like blow as if he had been hit head-on, and fell to the throne with a muffled grunt.

"It's ...... I did it?"

Dormammu, who was about to make a move, was stunned for a moment, and didn't seem to expect that he was so strong that he gave the god king of Asgard a heavy blow without making a move.

"What's wrong?"

"No, no, I'm just that strong!"

Dormammu, whose thinking was already confused by the backlash, was only slightly puzzled, and subconsciously ignored the logical dissonance, and the delusion of the sudden increase in strength was infinitely magnified under this thought.

"Such a strong force, not to mention Odin, it is Sindra......"

As soon as his consciousness diverged, he thought of the woman who had robbed him of his dark authority, and the same memory of the powerful will that overwhelmed everything and kneel in darkness.

"No—"

It's just that Dormammu, whose good fortune fits the will of the dark world, does not have a strong heart that matches his strength, otherwise he would not become a half-puppet of the dark dimension.

The crushing defeat at the hands of Sindra brought an uncontrollable flaw in his psyche.

So, the moment he remembered the figure of the other party, he let out a hoarse scream like a quail in a storm.

The consciousness fell into a panic, and the 'self' that the ontology bet on fled in a hurry, which made the unruly power that was barely controlled completely out of control.

At the same time, the backlash brought about by the temporary suppression of the shattered realm also followed.

The doppelganger, who only knew that trembled, did not even have time to break free from the panic, and disappeared.

"Boom-"

The remaining energy continues to wreak havoc after annihilating Dormammu's doppelganger from the inside out, but the temple here is not the shrine of Asgard, but the realm of Odin.

Soon, the tremendous power generated by Dormammu's 'self-detonation' dissipated invisibly under the suppression of the realm.

Odin got up from the ground with Heimdall's bewildered expression and patted the dust off his body with grace.

"O'...... Odin ......"

The original concern froze on his face, and Heimdall looked at the god-king who had nothing to do, as if everything that had just happened was just his own delusion.

Seeing Odin's eyes on himself, the gatekeeper, who was deceived by the other party's porcelain-like superb acting skills, pursed his lips, and finally knelt on one knee and stumbled and said, "Your ...... I am ...... by your fighting wisdom Benefit. ”

The corners of Odin's mouth twitched as he listened to the clumsy praise of his subordinates, and his mood was quite depressed.

As a brave Asgardian, Odin did have the idea of killing Dormammu's clone by force.

However, who would have thought that at the juncture of his will condensation and unkempt moves, a woman with arm-wrapped fist armor in both hands blasted at him a number of punches infused with her own martial will.

This is not an attack, but an afterglow that comes back when the other person attacks something that is of conscious concern to him.

When it was done elsewhere, it was just some realistic images, but at the critical moment of self-will condensation and momentum infused moves, it became a crisis that was enough for him to suffer a backlash.

In desperation, Odin can only help him to solidify from nothingness, turning the afterglow of impacting his own will into an invisible attack on his own body.

Protected by a powerful body and the dwarven armor, Odin was unscathed after resisting a few punches from the master of boxing, just being knocked out of the air as if he were too embarrassed.

Belch...... My cheeks hurt a little too......

In any case, the strength of Odin who eliminated a crisis in the invisible was not affected in any way, but he only lost the opportunity slightly, but for the god king in his own realm, this was not a disadvantage.

However, what he didn't expect was that Dormammu's incarnation died like this, coincidentally as if he had been killed by himself.

glanced at Heimdall with a weak heart, the other party obviously had not recovered from the "combat wisdom" shown by the god king, and the whole person exuded a sense of confusion that "a young man who has practiced hard for more than ten years and achieved great achievements, in order to go further, he went to Wudang Mountain to find Zhang Sanfeng, a recognized martial arts master in the rivers and lakes, to ask for guidance, but in the first move of the two of them, he was defeated by the real person with 'monkey stealing peaches'".