The time has come for Gu Yi to say, Li Ping'an is thoughtful.

Combined with the previous sentence 'Dormammu is coming'.

It can be known that Dormammu is here to target him this time, but he must not have imagined that he came to Earth this time is just a wisp of soul.

It seems that Dormammu has brought in some special creatures in order to deal with him.

And this attack can also give you the opportunity to grow in your own pocket dimension.

This made Li Ping'an more curious, what it was.

He slowly flew down from the sky, and since he was going to fight this time, of course he had to choose a more suitable place for the battle.

Today is a good day, celebrate all the time, since you can't return to your homeland for the time being, let's do something to celebrate your homeland.

After all, Li Ping'an's eyes were full of smiles, there was a place that was very suitable as a place for this battle.

......

A year ago.

In a low-key and luxurious manor, an old man with heavy dark circles under his eyes, like a spirit that had not slept for several days, looked excitedly at the god who walked out of the black altar in front of him.

He is Sissel Malik, the patriarch of the contemporary Malik family. He is also the leader of the largest force in the Hydra.

Their family has been looking forward to rescuing the 'hive' exiled to the alien planet, hoping to gain greater power after rescuing the hive.

And every few decades, they will send some humans to the alien planet through the 'space boulder' to serve as sacrifices to prevent the hive from starving to death inside.

"Deceived Kangxi"

The hive, on the other hand, can change hosts through parasites and gain the host's memories and abilities.

After centuries of sacrifice by the hydra, the hive parasitized hundreds or even thousands of humans, making the hive multi-Chinese, martial arts, technology, etc., almost omnipotent among ordinary people.

However, since each boulder teleportation is random and has a short opening time, and the hive is located in an entire planet.

As a result, Hydra's hive rescue plan is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, pure luck, and has not been able to save the hive for so many years.

The patriarch of the Malik family has changed from generation to generation, and the family has become stronger and stronger, and there is no longer a need for a hive to help them achieve their so-called 'dreams'.

Money, status, and power are at their disposal, but the plan to save the hive has never stopped.

Because in this way, he can stabilize the hydra led by his family, so that the hydra will not fall apart completely.

It can be said that Hydra is now more of a religious organization, with believers in gods called 'hives', and the once-in-a-decade rescue operation tends to be a religious ritual used to maintain the faith of the various divisions of Hydra.

The patriarch of this generation, Sissel Malik, is particularly obsessed with supernatural powers, because he is already old, and hopes to use supernatural powers to make himself immortal, so as to better enjoy his power.

He was actually there in his action against Li Ping'an back then, and he was also a member of the Ten Rings who was eager to get it.

Later, Li Ping'an disappeared again, and he began to search for the existence of the supernatural through the power of money. Under the influence of money and power.

Sissel amassed a large collection of books and works of art on religion at a pace that even Kama Taj would have breathed away.

Of course, a whole bunch of them are scrap scraps from a pile of gypsy witches.

But he still enjoys spending a lot of money and manpower searching for these items, trying to get something real out of the scrap pile.

In this regard, his son Malik Jr. expressed great support for his father's unprofessional and religious obsession!

He said: Old man, you just buy and buy, isn't it money, our Malik family is not lacking this kind of thing, the money that is put at home all day long is almost weathered, and you don't spend money if you have money. If anyone prevents you from researching these things, my son and I will be the first to disagree, so you can rest assured that you will study it well. As for these mundane things in the family, don't worry, I have been studying for 30 years, and it is natural to help you share the heavy responsibilities of the family.

The elder Malik was very pleased with his son's support, so he devoted himself even more desperately to the study of religion, trying to find a way to make himself immortal.

Because he is already old, his body is no longer young, and when he was young, he could fight several Bling Bling beauties to the end in one night, but now he has the heart to kill the thief and has no power to return to the sky.

He saw that now because life has become better, generation after generation of beautiful little girls, he doesn't know how many times he cried bitterly, hating himself for aging too fast, and now the treasure knife is too old to fight again.

Malik Jr. happily took over the family and began to take power.

But he didn't expect that his father would actually find a treasure among the many waste items, and meet the so-called true god.

It's a book that looks like it's going to be a big one, and the beautifully packaged black cover looks like it was just bought from a bookstore.

Generally speaking, this kind of thing is a fake used by scammers to fool their money, and the contents are grotesque, not so much religious books as strange fantasies of secondary diseases.

Malik remembers that the book was sold to him by a man in a black robe, who claimed to be a wandering mage from Kama Taj.

Due to the peep on the forbidden knowledge, he was revoked of his mana and expelled from the mage temple. Now wandering all over the world, I heard that someone wanted knowledge about the gods, so I came to fight the autumn wind.... No, it's an inquiry.

He said that although he no longer had mana, he still remembered the knowledge in the book, and wrote it in a book about a dimensional master named Dormammu.

He also said that Dormammu was the master of the dark dimension, possessing all-knowing and all-powerful powers, and that he ruled the dark dimension for eternity......

"And he is the only one in the multiverse, he is ten thousand and one, the beginning and the end, he knows everything, he can do everything, right?" Sissel took the man's words and went as he went.

The man was shocked and said in amazement, "How do you know that you are a believer in Lord Dormammu?" ”

Of course not, it's just that I'm tired of hearing this rhetoric from everyone who comes to me. But you guy is not the most outrageous, there are also people who say what is the embodiment of the entire universe, called the eternal existence of the gods, and they say that one is more mysterious than the other.

Of course, Malik didn't say these words, and on the surface he still looked like a calm and calm superior.

He took a sip of the steaming coffee, then smiled and said, "Let's be straight, how much do you want to sell me that book in your mouth." ”

As soon as these words came out, the man's expression was a little cramped, and he stretched out a pair of dirty hands that looked indistinguishable from the homeless man on the street, and he waved his hand and said.

"How can we mages keep withdrawing money? This... It's a matter of fate. ”

As soon as these words came out, the housekeepers on the side couldn't help but purse their lips and laugh.

Malik couldn't help but laugh when he looked at the man's cramped and stubborn appearance, and he took a sip of coffee again, with indescribable disdain in his eyes.

He tried to hide the contempt in his tone in a calm tone: "Then, proud mage, how much do you want to charge me for this book?" ”

Hearing this, the man's hands couldn't help but hang down, and the wide cloak hid his face in the shadows, and he didn't know what his expression was now.

But Malik has read countless people, and he can probably know this guy's mood at the moment, probably trying to figure out a price that is good for him and not so as not to anger himself.

Finally, the man, as if he had made up his mind, gritted his teeth, and held out five fingers towards Malik.

"That's it, Mr. Malik, I can tell you that you won't regret buying this book, and I can swear to Lord Dormammu!"

Malik frowned: "Fifty thousand dollars, do you think it's possible, I haven't even seen this book, how can I offer you such a high price." ”

As soon as these words came out, the man was obviously stunned again, and he said in a slur manner: "I... I mean five thousand dollars. ”

......

In the end, Malik still bought the book, if nothing else, as long as he bought this kind of book in large quantities, and those who knew about it saw his sincerity, then sooner or later someone with real skills would come to him.

This little money is not a matter for him at all, and the most important thing is to buy the real thing.

Malik slowly opened the book, the heavy hand made people feel the power of knowledge, and the reinforced hard corners could make people feel the edge of knowledge.

Suffice it to say, this book can be used as a murder weapon, and it is a legal one.

Turning the cover page, the yellow parchment paper can make people's hearts tremble, and they feel a sense of tranquility in their hearts. The friction of the rough paper is hard to put down.

The text on it is elegantly written, which makes people look very comfortable.

It seems that this guy was quite serious when he wrote this book, and it is a good choice to collect it. Malik thought.

He draws the curtains to block out the harsh sunlight, sits at his large desk, lights up only one dim stop, and wears a hand-sewn woolen shirt with casual suspenders and leather shoes.

Put on your crystal glasses, sit down at your desk and start reading the book.

This is his habit, and there are many books that have a lot of fascinating stories in them, although they don't have any special abilities. Reading a book in itself is a pleasure for him.

And this book, whether it is the packaging, the workmanship or the text, deserves to spend some time reading it carefully.

......

"Uh... Kick... Wow hoo hoop kick! ”

A rhythmic knock on the door pulled Malik, who was immersed in reading, out of the story.

The book is really interesting, and he devotes a third of his chapters to how Dormammu, the lord of the dark dimension, has grown from a small wizard to a cosmic giant.

Other pages tell the stories of Dormammu believers from different worlds, who are abandoned by their original religions and gods and imprisoned in freedom.

Finally, in despair, the benevolent Dormammu accepted these heretics with her broad heart and gave them the power to defeat the original evil religion, and finally let the whole world merge into the dark world in Dormammu's broad embrace and gain eternal life.

And there are many more rituals in the book about how to make sacrifices, summon dormammus, and rituals.

Malik doesn't pick up a bookmark and clips it to where he sees.

Then he reluctantly put down the book, and stroked the black cover of the book with his wrinkled, but not rough hand.

He blinked vigorously his eyes, which were a little sour from reading for a long time, and his eyelids, which had drooped down from age, were stuck there, so that he had to reach out and rub his eyes.

He slowly got up from his seat, tapped his aching waist gently, and slowly walked to the window.

The leather shoes under his feet made a crisp clicking sound on the solid wood floor.

The housekeeper outside the house didn't continue to knock on the door after hearing this, he knew that the old man had already gotten up, and he just had to wait quietly outside the door. Don't rush your own master, this is a truth that a good steward should understand.

Malik slowly opened the curtains, and the dazzling sunlight was gone, replaced by a bright moon hanging in the sky.

In Malik's eyes, the moon slowly changed, and gradually changed into the shape of an eye.

He hurriedly removed his crystal glasses, rubbed his cloudy eyes with his dry left hand, then put them on in disbelief and looked up again.

At this time, the moon has returned to normal.

When he breathed a sigh of relief, a voice faintly appeared in his mind: "... Come see me... Worship me... Believe in me... Believe me! ”

He looked up again, and there was no moon as far as the eye could see, only the boundless darkness, and a pair of huge eyes, and looked back.

The original desk and bookcase were gone, replaced by a deep darkness.

Books about gods are powerful, and even a copy transcribed by a mage who has been expelled from the sect has some incredible power.

It may not be enough to fight the enemy, but it is enough to hypnotize a human, and an old, ambitious and greedy old human.

The power of words can easily hypnotize him by following the loopholes in his heart, and gain the trust of a mortal.

Malik knelt on the ground with his hands clasped together, like a devout believer and like a lost lamb who had found his homeland, and he prayed in the most pious tone: "Great Dormammu, I am your devout believer, a lost lamb, and I want to get your fingerprints, to be your attendant, to serve you."

I hope to have your mercy and give me the strength to live forever, so that I can be your messenger in the world and proclaim your existence to the world.

Let the world worship you and believe in you! ”

"Eternal truth, all in the book, go, my believers, go and find knowledge, come me me... Believe in me! ”