"It's you again." A heavy voice echoed through the darkness, and those scarlet eyes almost narrowed, as if they wanted to spew fire and burn Michael to ashes. It was undoubtedly Dormammu again, and it wasn't the first time Michael and the dark god had met - though not really face-to-face.

Dormammu let out an angry roar, and a shocking wave suddenly broke through the silent darkness. The waves of darkness seemed to form a high blurred curtain wall and rushed towards him, like a tsunami charging towards the water's edge.

Under this momentum, Doom subconsciously raised his arm to protect him. Michael walked up to him and waved his hand lightly. The tide-like darkness suddenly stopped when it swept less than half a meter to his feet, and was split on both sides, as if hitting an invisible barrier. Michael's long trench coat was blown up like a black flag, but he didn't move.

Dormammu roared loudly, but there was nothing he could do.

Michael looked down at the child-like Doom.

So this is what Victor von Doom's heart really looks like.

Anyone who has seen Doom will probably put all sorts of words on him, such as super genius, freak, or monster. He leaves the same impression on anyone, cold, heartless, selfish, and doesn't care about anyone or anything. He rejects anyone approaching him and feels connected to anyone. He was withdrawn, difficult to get along with, and almost seared pride into his bones.

But in fact, deep down, he has always been a lonely little boy, lonely and stubborn, desperate to save his mother's soul.

That's why it's so cold here.

"This is your inner world, your realm, Victor. So here that guy doesn't count, and of course, I can't. Only you can make a decision here. Dormammu is using your subconscious mind against you, he wants you to give in, he wants you to fall into the darkness and become his pawn. Michael paused and said, "But the Victor von Doom I know doesn't bow his head so easily. ”

Doom shook his head and said in a low voice, "He's right. I'm a failure, and I've done everything I can to achieve that goal, but so far nothing has come to naught. ”

"That's right! You're nothing at all! Dormammu roared, "You need me, Victor. You and I join forces, and anyone can only surrender to us! ”

Ignoring the noisy guy above, Michael continued, "Nothing? I don't think so. It seems to me that you are just getting started. You've always been proud and conceited, because you really should be, and you have the potential to be better than anyone else. If I hadn't discovered this, I wouldn't have invited you to join. You asked me to teach you spells, and I agreed, giving up halfway is not an option. ”

Dom remained bowed and was silent for a long time.

"You haven't given up on me yet?" He asked.

"I promised to help you save your mother, and I did what I said." Michael said indifferently, "This is my part of the contract." But before that, you also have to fulfill that part of your obligations. At this moment, all I need you to do is hold your head high. You're not a kid anymore, you know who you are. ”

He looked at Doom and put his hand on his shoulder: "Say your name out loud." Tell me, who are you? ”

"Victor...... Victor von Doom. ”

"A little louder. Tell me, who are you? ”

"I'm Doom." He raised his head, and in a trance, his image had changed back to his adult appearance. A beast-like flame rekindled in his eyes, with a sharp edge that made people want to avoid it unconsciously, "I'm Victor von Dum, and I'm fearless!" ”

He stood up, turned his head, and looked up at Dormammu's massive face in the darkness.

"Get out of my head!" He regained his former coldness and issued an unquestionable order to evict the guest.

Dormammu erupted into an even angrier roar, but his image gradually distorted, and his voice grew more and more distant, soon disappearing like thunder in the sky until it disappeared completely......

......

Doom fell to his knees heavily, his hands propped up on the ground, panting heavily.

With the clone of Ekorn and Setorak's Crimson Belt gone, Michael stood in front of him, bowing his head and scanning him with the armor system, which showed that the Dark Mana Index had been reduced to a minimum and had returned to its normal range.

"Looks like Mr. von Doom has returned to us, sir." Shirley said.

"It seems so."

Michael said, holding out a hand towards Doom. Doom glanced up, took his outstretched hand, and stood up.

"Mr. Paso." He whispered, "I ......."

He bit his lip and stopped talking, but Michael could guess that he might be trying to say "I'm sorry."

"I'll talk about it later." Michael said lightly, "We still have a lot of work to do. ”

Doom shook his head: "No, it's too late. He looked up at the rift in the sky, the dark vortex had expanded to an astonishing size, as if it were obscuring the entire sky, "Dormammu is coming, and I am the medium of his invasion." I built a machine that could open the entrance to the dark dimension, and after the entrance was opened, every time I drew more energy from the dark dimension, Dormammu followed the trail I left behind, as if chasing breadcrumbs to find an exit...... Now no one can stop him. ”

After a pause, he added, "This should be on my head." ”

Although it was not a direct apology, it did convey a similar meaning.

"Your mission is done." Michael narrowed his eyes and looked up at the swirls in the sky, "I'll leave the rest to me." ”

He flew up, dragging two long flames behind him into the sky.

The black-gold armor merged into a powerful vortex of air, rising straight up against the furious whirlwind of magical power, rushing all the way into the rift in the sky.

The darkness was restless, as if there were multiple gravitational pulls acting on the armor in different directions. He flew into a chaotic realm, a dimension that supposedly transcended time. Bursts of deep colored light rolled in the depths of the darkness, and huge spheres were suspended in the darkness, connected by vertical and horizontal pathways.

There was a kind of fog in the space, and it was eerily quiet.

Michael landed on one of the black orbs, which looked like a miniature version of the planet. The ground under his feet resembled mineral rock, and a strange green light shot out of the holes on its surface.

Something was shooting out of the darkness at high speed, left and right. Michael flipped his palms and released a spell shield in his hand, blocking the black spikes on both sides of the left and right blocks. He blocked seven or eight times in a row, and three more spikes broke through the fog and fell. He unleashed his armor in time to advance and pull back, all three spikes digging into the ground where he had just stolen.

Michael landed on his feet, looking sideways into the deep darkness.

"For a host who hasn't had guests for thousands of years," he said lightly, "you're unexpectedly 'welcoming.'" ”

The darkness lit up with dark red flames, and the scorching fire outlined an irregular oval border, which appeared to be an incomparably large eye. Then the shape of the nose and mouth gradually emerged, and a face larger than the asteroid he was standing on seemed to rise from under the pitch-black body of water, and Dazzle's fierce and brutal light glared at him.

Deity of the Dark Dimension, Dormammu. They finally met.