"How could this be, voluntarily giving up his ability to manipulate dreams and making a bet with nightmares?" Doctor Strange looked at the calm Ymir, but he looked confident.

This is so weird, if I were a nightmare, I'm afraid I would agree to this condition.

Nightmare's voice forced a wild laugh and asked in a low voice, "Hey, what about him, Doctor Strange, will he agree?" Don't forget, if you lose, you promise to be my slave with Doctor Strange! ”

"Of course," Doctor Strange thought for a moment, but decided to refuse.

First of all, this asymmetrical game is completely biased on the nightmare side, and Doctor Strange doesn't even know why Ymir is so confident. The other one, even if Ymir wins the Nightmare, so what?

As long as there are people who have nightmares and express fear in their nightmares, then nightmares will never be killed. He will live forever in this dream dimension, and it is even more ridiculous nonsense to swear not to invade this world.

It's not like Doctor Strange hasn't tried this trick after defeating Nightmare in the past, but the oath has no binding effect on Nightmare at all.

He never cared about rubbing his vows and swallowing them back into his stomach.

Unless it is

Doctor Strange was about to say "not involved" when his eyes were drawn to the Egyptian murals in the room. The mural was familiar to him, the Eye of Cegatus on the ancient Egyptian toy box that Doctor Strange had placed in the hallway.

The Eye of Sigatos, a glimmer of the soul of Anubis, the Egyptian god of death, appears in the murals of Egyptian tombs, and there is nothing that should not be. But. In such a place, Ymir repeatedly insisted on playing a game with Nightmares

Doctor Strange's eyes lit up. He finally understood what Ymir meant: "It's a dark game!" ”

The history of the game can be traced back to the time of Ancient Egypt 5,000 years ago. The game of that time. Predicting the future of the pharaoh and the country, it is like a fateful magical ritual, and the rules of the game will be witnessed by the gods under the witness of the Eye of Sigatos!

The only thing that still confuses Doctor Strange is what Ymir is capable of fighting nightmares after giving up his control of the dream world. However, since Ymir quietly arranged the dark game ritual, he naturally understood the meaning of this game.

Unless he is completely sure, he will take the risk of taking a chance. Come to think of it. Doctor Strange suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and stood behind Ymir: "Of course I agree, Ymir's conditions are my conditions." The game can be started at any time. ”

"Hahahaha!" Nightmare couldn't help but laugh maniacally, and he laughed maniacally as he roared, "Doctor Strange, Ymir, you have made a mistake, meet your worst nightmare!" ”

The smoke from the nightmare seemed to be dripping into it with pitch-black ink, and gradually became dark. It's like a mass of sludge floating in the air, constantly tumbling silently.

Ymir looked at the smoke and his hands clenched into fists involuntarily, he couldn't be mistaken. The nightmare will definitely use the memories that he is most unbearable to look back on, and the most afraid to recall.

He watched silently, and the face of an old man slowly emerged from the cloud of smoke, which had become darker than ink. His arms, body, and cane are like silkworm babies breaking out of their cocoons. Slowly squeezed out of the shadows.

"Hehehe, Ymir. We meet again. The old man greeted Ymir cordially: "Ymir, what about the deal you promised me." Dragon Jewel, you bring it to me. ”

"Mephisto"

Ymir stared at Mephisto, his voice still as dark as ever, but the fire in his eyes flickered. It is obvious that Ymir has a deep fear and fear of this Mephisto who appeared in front of him.

"It's just a nightmare change, he's not the real Mephisto. I should conquer fear, Mephisto is nothing remarkable, I can banish him! ”

Ymir kept emphasizing to himself that Mephisto was just a phantom of the nightmare's transformation, and he raised his hand flat at Mephisto and chanted the incantation: "CruxSacraSitMihiLux, NonDracoSitMihiDux!" ”

Let the holy cross light me up, and don't let the wicked lead me, Ymir roared loudly: "VaderetroSatana! Satan retreats! ”

As Ymir finished his incantation, a white light shot out of his hand.

"An elegy for evil spirits?" But the light did not illuminate the room that had been darkened by Mephisto's arrival. It was grabbed in Mephisto's hands and crushed to pieces: "Very deep ecclesiastical magic, but lacking the power of faith. Is it because you are not very religious in your faith in Jehovah, or because you are unable to convince yourself in your heart that you have forgotten your fears about me? ”

Mephisto's face was a little pale, and a whisper came from beside him, from Cledia's voice.

The memories that Ymir had tried so hard to forget reappeared in his mind. Yes, he once bowed his head in humiliation in front of Mephisto, and did not even dare to start a fight, so he conceded defeat and signed a demonic contract.

He even sent the innocent Cledia to the hell of evil spirits as a bargain by Mephisto. Mephisto's hand was stretched out in mid-air, and the quicksand on the ground seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand, and it kept kneading and kneading, forming a human body.

"Don't you want to see how little Lady Cledia lives in hell, and don't you want to know how she's doing?" The quicksand piled up to form Cledia, but her eyes were blank and she was not sane.

"Thank you for your kindness" Ymir pursed his lips and squeezed a sentence out between his teeth, he looked at Mephisto standing in front of him and did not speak, it was just a nightmare that Mephisto had turned into.

"This is Mephisto, the lord of the hell of evil spirits," the strange doctor took a deep breath and recognized the origin of the old man in front of him. It's no wonder that Ymir was calm in front of the nightmare, it turned out that he had already dealt with the more terrifying being.

Indeed, compared to Mephisto, a nightmare that is only confined to the dream dimension is not too much trouble. Ymir turned around and nodded slightly, even though all the feelings were so real, even the coercion that came from Mephisto, but Ymir had gradually seen through the truth. (To be continued......)