"Boom!"

A gap had been opened at the bottom of the ruins of the collapsed building by a powerful internal force, and Victor von Doom walked out of it with a staggered look, as if he had been slightly injured.

He pressed one hand on his waist, raised his head and looked ahead, only to see the black and gold armor like an invincible god of war, walking unhurriedly towards this side. Even after the fierce battle, he still remained calm, and his gestures were full of "don't be in a hurry and take your time".

It's like looking down on his opponents.

Doom clenched his fists tightly?

Why? Is this guy really something that can never be surpassed?

After accepting the power of darkness, Doom felt that he should already be invincible. Such a powerful force is beyond his imagination in the past...... He couldn't help but think of that day in Hell, when he was completely helpless in the face of Mephisto's coercion, and even if he wanted to resist, he didn't know where to start, it was this man who suddenly appeared, showing almost unreasonable strength, and even the Lord of Hell suffered at his hands.

From then on, the man became the target of his gaze.

After all he had been through, he naively thought that he was almost on the verge of catching up with him, but reality brutally shattered this fantasy. It turns out that even if he does not hesitate to fall into the darkness, his efforts are basically just standing still in the eyes of this person. It turned out that even if he was desperate, he couldn't catch up with even a single star.

And he has now clearly realized that the other party has not even taken out half of his strength.

No, you're nowhere near the limit, Victor. Let go of your worries, unleash your potential, embrace the darkness, you still have a chance to defeat him......

The bewitching voice echoed in his head, and he couldn't get it out of his head anyway.

Eventually, he gave up resisting.

yes, what else is there to hesitate about? It is simply impossible for this half-consciousness to attain truly powerful power. He still needs more mana and has to get stronger. First of all, he must at least surpass the man in front of him, and then he can hope to defeat Mephisto and save his mother's soul from hell.

Even if his soul is destroyed by this.

Doom slowly raised his arms, ready to absorb more mana regardless of the load. But just then, a scarlet band snapped around his left arm, straightening his arm. Doom looked to the left and was surprised to see that Michael, who was supposed to be walking slowly in front of him, had somehow appeared on his left flank, holding a scarlet rope in his hand and binding his arm. Doom couldn't break free, and subconsciously wanted to reach out his right hand to help, but he didn't expect another identical scarlet rope to wrap around his right arm. He looked to the right and saw a black gold armor standing on his right side, clutching a thick scarlet rope in the same motion, binding his right hand.

The form of Ekern, a high-level doppelganger spell.

Doom let out a low roar, and his whole body was urged by his magic power, all of which were poured into his arms in an attempt to break the two ropes, but even if he infused the monstrous magic power into them, the two scarlet ropes did not move.

He certainly couldn't shake it. This is Setolak's Crimson Chain, the highest level of bondage spells, which can be temporarily restrained even by powerful enemies of the Demon God level.

And Michael himself had already walked in front of him. Doom still didn't give up struggling, but the scarlet belt not only bound his hands, but even cut off the flow of his mana, causing chaos in his body.

Michael stopped in front of him and said, "The nightmare is over, Victor." ”

The last thing Dum saw was that the other party stretched out his right hand, his palm was open, and he was holding a pale gold magic circle in his palm. He reached out and pressed it to his face, and the golden light flooded into his sight, and he couldn't see anything after him.

***

What followed was darkness, empty, endless darkness, as if all sound and light had been swallowed up, so quiet that it was lonely.

This is the inner world of Victor von Doom. Empty, pitch black, like a world 10,000 meters below the surface of the sea, a cold and empty world. Anyone who breaks into this place will probably not be able to help but sigh for it.

Young Doom sat in the darkness with his knees folded. He buried his head deep in his knees and remained motionless. Until the illusory shadow gradually appeared behind him, looking down on him from behind with an indifferent gaze as ice.

It was a woman, dressed in a pitch-black robe, and her expression was as cold as if it had been frozen in ice.

"Victor." She called.

The young Doom came back to his senses and stood up in surprise: "Mom? ”

"I'm glad you remember me." Cynthia von Dum said coldly, "You are a selfish and heartless fellow, and I regret giving birth to you, Victor." You don't care about anyone, and you certainly don't care about me. ”

"But I've always wanted to save you, that's the only thing I've ever tried to do......"

"If you really wanted to, you would have done it a long time ago. Admit it, deep down you don't care about anyone at all. You were meant to be a destroyer by nature, and you are becoming like that. ”

Cynthia said, her figure receding and disappearing into the darkness.

"Wait a minute! Mom...... Mom! ”

Doom screamed and jumped to his feet, holding out his hand in the direction she had disappeared. But he couldn't touch anything, only felt a chill spread through his fingertips, like the North Pole in a snowstorm, so cold that it almost froze his blood.

"You're a disappointment."

This time the voice came from a different direction. Doom looked back, startled. It was a pale man, frozen pale to be exact. His face was frozen stiff, his stubble was covered with ice slag, he was covered with icicles, and he was basically a walking zombie.

"Daddy?" Doom asked incredulously.

He will never forget this face.

That was a year after his mother's death. An army pursued Doom and his father into the snowy mountains, where they hid for four days until the soldiers finally gave up and left the mountains, but they did not give up quickly enough.

When they woke up on the morning of their last day of hiding, Doom found that his father, who was holding him in his arms, had been frozen and had been dead for a long time.

It was his father, Werner von Doom, who appeared in front of him, and he was exactly what he looked like when he froze.

"I gave you my coat that day to protect you with what little heat I had left, so you survived, Victor. I bought yours with my life, but look at you now? How disappointing. Werner snorted heavily, he turned and walked into the darkness, "You should have froze to death, and maybe I should have let you do that." Maybe I'll be able to live a little longer after that. ”

Werner's back vanished, and darkness reverted to the surroundings. The boy fell to his knees and sobbed silently.

The huge outline of a face gradually appeared in the darkness, scarlet eyes looked down on the boy, and a heavy echo echoed in the darkness: "Yes, that's right. You've always been a loser, Victor. But with me, you still have one last glimmer of hope. There's still a chance you can make a difference. ”

The boy stopped sobbing and slowly raised his head to look at the pair of scarlet eyes.

"Yes, that's right. Come on, accept me. The voice said, "You can get all the power you want!" Those who took away your father, those who hurt your mother, you can take revenge on them all! ”

The boy seemed to be moved by what he said. He stood up slowly, stared blankly at the scarlet evil eyes, and walked slowly over.

A hand reached out of the darkness and rested lightly on the boy's shoulder, stopping him from walking.

"Victor." Michael looked him straight in the eye and said in a commanding tone, "Look like a man." ”