Sneaking into the armory in the middle of the night, standing face to face in front of Michael, there is no doubt that it is Victor von Doom himself. It's just that at this time, Doom is very different from his previous image, the eye sockets on that handsome face are also as black as charcoal, the temples are covered with silky stripes, and the gloomy aura exuded from his whole body seems to be several times stronger than the magic on Casillas's body before.

Michael leaned against the door frame and looked at him with a calm and unsurprised expression. Doom turned to look at him, and even his eyes turned inky black.

"Dormammu, huh? He gave you promises. Michael said, "When?" ”

"Yesterday." Doom replied. His voice was lower and hoarser than usual, but his tone was calm.

Michael said: "I should have thought of it a long time ago, but I thought it would be impossible for someone like you to bow his head, even to Dormammu." Even if it's for your mother, you're really willing to surrender to that kind of thing? ”

"Doom does not submit to anyone or anything." Doom said coldly, "But I need strength, and that evil god happens to have it." I agreed to the deal so I could draw on its magic and use it. He stretched out his hand and clenched his fist, and a dark wave visible to the naked eye burst out of his hand at the moment he clenched his fist, like a gust of wind blowing through Michael's hair and the hem of his clothes, but he still leaned against the door with an unchanged face.

"Do you think you can defeat Mephisto with Dormammu's strength?" He asked faintly.

"I know it's not enough, but it's not the end of the road." As Doom spoke, it seemed as if a flame burned in his black eyes again, just as Michael had done when he had first met him, "This is just the beginning. I will gain even greater power, even the power of the evil god Dormammu himself. Then I'll go to Hell again, and I'll look that demon in the eye and tell him he's scum. I'm going to beat him, put him in a cage, and make him feel the pain my mother once felt. ”

Looking at his fanatical appearance, Michael will completely understand.

Normally, a strong-willed man like Victor von Doom could not corrupt even Dormammu, and with his arrogant nature, he would not be willing to follow in Dormammu's footsteps. But Doom has been in a very unfortunate slump lately, anxious about the slow progress of his spells and the fact that his plan to rescue his mother is far away. Dormammu tempted him with a powerful dark force at this juncture, invading his psychological defenses, affecting and distorting his mind, making him unknowingly a pawn of the evil god.

Now Doom himself is not aware of it, but he has been carried away by the powerful dark force. Dormammu invisibly manipulated his mind through this power, but made him think that he was still relying on his own will to make decisions.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Paso." Doom's cold tone seemed to soften slightly, "The time I've been working with you, though I've always had a hard time admitting, has been a pleasure. Your mind is admirable, and you're the best partner I can think of to work with. And the spells you taught me, and you promised me that one day I would help me save my mother...... I've always kept it in my mind.

The truth is, for me...... You're probably the only person I've ever met in my life who might barely come close to a 'friend'. ”

Michael's eyes narrowed, observing Doom's vastly changing face and dark eyes.

It is unlikely that such words could have been manipulated by Dormammu. In other words, perhaps this is what Victor von Doom has been thinking in his heart all along.

Then Doom's tone became cold again: "But unfortunately, I have a new direction. So I'm really sorry, but that doesn't stop me from doing what I have to do. I had to rescue my mother, and anyone who stood in my way could only be defeated. So you only have one chance, Mr. Paso. I earnestly hope that you will get out of the way and let me get out of here. And if there's a little hope in the future...... We may not have to be enemies. ”

Michael was silent for a long time.

"That's what you mean, I guess, right?" He asked coldly.

Dum was stunned: "What? ”

"I bet Dormammu is crazy and wants me dead, and if that's his way, he'd want you to kill me here." Michael said calmly, "In other words, the decision to 'give me a chance to walk away' is your own intention, right?" ”

Doom frowned, and his expression twitched with difficulty: "The only person who can make decisions for me is myself!" No one can command Doom! ”

"Thank you for your kindness." "But I think you know how I'm going to answer." ”

Doom snorted heavily. He sealed his hands and pressed his palms downward, and the circular circle suddenly opened up on the ground. The dark and strange lines outlined the strange patterns in the circle, and it seemed to be a teleportation array. A suit of iron-gray armor rose from the teleportation array and stood in front of Doom, the back of the armor opening like an empty shell. Doom stepped inside, his armor shut, his helmet's eyes lit up with scarlet, and the dark green cloak on his back hung down to the ground.

"Armor made of Kree memory alloy." Michael looked at him calmly, "Should it be said that it is worthy of you, it has only been two weeks since you proposed this plan, and the finished product has been designed." ”

Doom raised his right fist, the front half of his gauntlet shrouded in a crimson glow.

"I'm sorry." His tone seemed to loosen again at that moment.

The bright light burst out, and the devastating energy instantly engulfed Michael's entire body. A dark red light erupted, and the blast swept along the corridor outside the door, stabbing people from opening their eyes.

Victor von Dum narrowed his eyes.

The light gradually dissipated, but Michael Paso, who was dressed in a trench coat, was still standing calmly in place, not even missing a corner of the trench coat. A large golden shield spread out in front of him, and a circle screwed through space above his head. Black and gold armor parts flew out one by one, clinging to him for assembly, and in a few seconds, the entire set of black and gold vibranium armor was already standing there.

The golden spell shield faded away, and the two looked at each other through their suits.

Michael spoke slowly.

"The first thing I want to say, Victor. Unlike you, I never saw you as a 'friend', or anything close to you. I never needed anything like that. "But I dragged you onto this ship, and I promised to teach you spells, so to a certain extent, you are my responsibility." That's why I'm going to kick that out of the game right now to help you regain your senses. As for my second point......"

He paused, and the blue light flashed in the V-shaped eyepiece.

“...... That is, you have to understand one thing, even if you borrow the power of that Dormammu, you are still 108,000 miles away from catching up with your teacher. ”