"What did you say?" Dum glared at the woman in front of him, a woman with a face he knew so well, and he was quite sure that it should be an impostor, and his cold and gloomy voice almost trembled.

If anyone else had told him in such a categorical tone that it was undoubtedly his mother, not only would Doom not only have the slightest chance of believing it, but there was a high probability that he would crush the guy who opened his mouth to pieces. But there is only Michael in this world, who he subconsciously trusts from the bottom of his heart, and if Michael is so convinced, no matter how ridiculous it is, he is not unacceptable.

So no matter what the woman in front of him said, no matter how all the scans of the Warframe and the certification of the spell told him the same conclusion, Doom would never believe that this person was really Cynthia von Doom, his mother. But hearing that even Michael Paso told him that in person, he seemed to have to start accepting the possibility.

Cynthia was obviously a little surprised to hear Michael's words. She looked sideways at the black armor that came up from behind Doom and nodded slightly, "Thank you." I know about you, Mr. Paso. I know how much help you've given Victor over the years......"

Her pupils suddenly shrank slightly.

Unexpectedly, Michael's right palm suddenly rose up, and a blue pulse beam of light whistled out, and the energy beam was wrapped in abundant divine power, like rolling and hissing thunder.

Cynthia reacted quite quickly, and her arms immediately opened, and a scarlet circle appeared in front of her to block the beam. She frowned and asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean by that?" ”

Michael ignored it, and stepped forward in a shadow, the steel armor turning into a blurry afterimage and approaching her in the blink of an eye. He reached forward with his left arm and grabbed it with one hand. Cynthia's hand conjured up a ball of red light like blood. But Michael's grasp was just an illusion, and his left hand suddenly turned halfway through, and a golden circle in his palm slashed at Cynthia's wrist. Cynthia's wrist was pulled and deflected, and the red light in her hand suddenly fell short and went elsewhere.

Michael swooped down, striking like lightning and pressing on each step, and Cynthia was completely passive from the moment she saw herself. Michael's right hand was raised, and the blue light of his palm bloomed, and the magic array suddenly opened, and the streamer flew straight towards Cynthia's eyebrows. Cynthia raised her arm to block, but was finally a step too late. Lan Mang sank into her eyebrows, and her whole body stiffened, and her pupils suddenly lost all their brilliance.

She lowered her arms and subconsciously lowered her head, like a doll that had been removed from the battery.

"What's going on?" Doom stepped forward and asked a little anxiously, "What did you do to her?" ”

"Nothing, just a little distraction." Michael replied lightly, suddenly raising his voice, "Isn't it almost time to come out?" Or are you going to keep doing this for the rest of your life? ”

A moment of silence. Then there were suddenly ripples in the solemn air of the main hall, and the space slowly rotated and distorted, and then a scarlet crack was forcibly torn open. The boundless darkness was like a physical storm unleashed, and Cynthia von Doom's body seemed to turn into a transparent feather, sucked into it weakly.

An old man dressed in black appeared in the main hall, wearing a top hat and a cane, with a seemingly gentle but secretly murderous smile on the corner of his mouth.

Mephisto.

At the first sight of him, Doom recognized the demon's identity. His face darkened, and he said coldly in a voice that seemed to freeze the air, "Mephisto......"

Mephisto looked at him with a smile: "Victor von Dum, it's been a few years, and it should be considered a 'long time no see' for your short and small life." ”

He looked at Doom carefully and nodded approvingly.

"You've improved beyond my imagination, and you're almost starting to get interesting." "When you came to me, you were just a fragile, powerless, frightened little kid, one of the insignificant human beings," he laughed. But look at you now, this body of spells you have cultivated...... Tsk, that's impressive. ”

Michael's eyes narrowed: "That's why you specifically found Victor?" ”

"Yes, he was just a small reptile at the beginning, even if he was crushed to death, it would be meaningless." The old man shook the cane in his hand, "But now, he is starting to get my attention, he reminds me of Cynthia and such a filthy son, and he is desperate to save his mother's soul from me. So I briefly released Cynthia von Dum's soul, and moved a little bit of her memory to make her think she had been free. It was going to be a very interesting drama......"

He paused, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Michael grimly with a retracted smile.

“...... You just won't settle a bit, will you, Master? ”

"Mephisto......" Before Michael could reply, Doom spoke gloomily, his voice almost out of shape with anger.

Mephisto chuckled calmly and with interest: "Oh? What are you going to do? ”

Without a word, he was answered by a terrifying whirlwind that was as vast as the ocean. The dark green magic cyclone pressed down like a mountain, like a thousand waves crashing onto the shore, and the terrifying aura shattered the floor, shattered the roof, and even overflowed the main hall. Even all the guards outside the door were affected by this force, and they were shattered in the moment they were swept away by the aftermath of the magic.

Viktor von Doom is worthy of being a genius of heaven, such a surging magic power can only be matched by the "Supreme Mage" even in the Temple Kama Taj, and only a few mages in the entire dimension can reach such a level.

Of course, that refers to magicians after all. But the enemies that Doom is facing now are far more than just "magicians".

It was a demon, a real demon, a demon who ruled hell and had the power to reach the heavens!

The light curtain was torn apart, and the magic quickly collapsed around one point. The magical currents scrambled to escape, as if in fear, they avoided the Hell Lord far away. The main hall had been completely destroyed, and the old man in black was hanging in the air out of thin air, but the clothes on his body were not damaged in the slightest, not even a speck of dust was stained.

Mephisto flicked his cane.

"It's stupid, but I expect you to do so." Mephisto chuckled sarcastically, "Because you can then use your own bodies to discover, even in this human dimension, if you want to win me, it's still a fool's dream!" ”