Crimson Hell.

Setolak sat on the Crimson Throne, his eyes closed, taking a nap.

In front of Setorac was a huge bronze round table, and in addition to the crimson throne under Setorak, there were nine quaint thrones of different colors and shapes around the bronze round table.

Each throne represents the supremacy of a latitude, each throne symbolizes the greatness of a hell, and each throne carries a fierce power.

Each throne is engraved with mysterious totems, all engraved with strange scenes, and all engraved with distorted words.

Each throne has its own master, a monarchical archdemon who has ascended to the pinnacle of hell.

The closer the throne is to the Crimson Throne, the stronger the monarch of the throne becomes, and the closer the distance between the monarch of the throne and Setolak becomes.

The two closest thrones to Setolak, one pitch-black with a scarlet eye carved into the center of the throne, were the seat of Dormammu, the monarch of the dark latitudes.

The other is a brilliant gold with a pair of black wings carved into the center of the throne, which is the seat of Lucifer, the monarch of the fallen latitude.

Among the ten hells, the two monarchs, Dormammu and Lucifer, are second only to Setolak.

"Boom!"

A violent roar rang out.

A pitch-black thunderbolt streaked across the crimson hell sky, and with it, a huge crack opened in the sky, looking like a mysterious eye on the blood-red canopy.

An incomparably thick cloud of black gas burst through the crack and slowly landed beside Setorak.

Black Qi turned into a demon in a black robe.

The demon's face was distorted and ugly, with a scarlet eye growing in the center of his face.

This demon is none other than Dormammu, the monarch of the dark latitudes and the evil mage who created the system of dark magic.

"Setolak, long time no see......"

Dormammu sat on the Dark Throne, tilting his head slightly, staring at Setorak with scarlet eyes, his voice hoarse.

"Dormammu, long time no see...... You don't look like you're in great shape, are you losing at the hands of the Ancient One again? ”

Setorak opened his eyes, a smile on his lips, and asked in a low voice.

Setolak's tone was teasing.

"Hmph, if the Ancient One doesn't have the Time Stone in his hands, ten of her combined are no match for my Dormammu."

"Setolak, you rang the crimson bell and called the demon assembly, you probably just wanted to taunt me Dormammu!"

"If that's the case, I'll leave now, I'm not the kind of little character you can taunt at will! I, Dormammu, am not Mephisto's shameless, unbounded, coward who can endure any abuse! ”

"Setorak, do you want to go to war with my Dormammu?"

Dormammu, who was touched by Setolak's pain, instantly lost his mind, and he screamed at Setolak with a hideous face.

The black mage robes worn by Dormammu were also rolling wildly at this moment, and powerful and ferocious black magic was formed in an instant.

Inky black magical energy erupted from Dormammu's body, endlessly, and Dormammu's dark latitudes were galloping towards the crimson hell of Setolak.

Dormammu is like a volcano about to erupt, and the magical energy in his body is like the hot magma, exuding a violent and ferocious aura of destruction at all times.

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The last thing Dormammu could accept in his life was the fact that he was defeated by the Ancient One, he was the god of dark magic who created the system of black magic, and in the field of magic, he was a great existence with the name of the Trinity Visan Emperor.

He has always been compared to Emperor Weishan, he has never been defeated by Emperor Weishan, but he was defeated by Emperor Weishan's apprentice Gu Yi, he was played with by Gu Yi with the Time Stone like a mouse, and he was led by Gu Yi by the nose like a marionette.

Although in the battle with the Ancient One, the Ancient One used the power of the Time Stone many times, it was not the White Magic that defeated Dormammu.

But Dormammu still couldn't bear it, because no matter what, he was defeated by the Ancient One.

Dormammu is not unable to accept defeat, he has encountered countless powerful enemies and experienced countless painful defeats on his way from a human mage to a lord of latitude.

Those failures made him strong and made him great.

But some failures are never acceptable, just like the failures experienced in the face of ancient times.

Instead of losing at the hands of an existence of the same level, Dormammu was defeated by an existence lower than himself, which was the greatest shame of Dormammu's life, and it was also a shame that he could not accept.

The Ancient One is the greatest pain in Dormammu's heart, and the Ancient One is a mountain that Dormammu's heart can never climb.

As the monarch of the dark latitudes, as the great mage who created the system of black magic, Dormammu hated white magic and the Trinity of the Holy Emperor.

He hated the apostle of Emperor Weishan, the supreme venerable of the mage holy land Kama Taj, and the ancient mage who brought him defeat.

The Ancient One was like a sharp thorn that pierced into Dormammu's heart, this sharp thorn brought indescribable pain to Dormammu every moment, and this sharp thorn tormented Dormammu's spirit and soul every moment.

This is the reason why Dormammu can't control his emotions because of his gaffe, and this is why Dormammu is angry and dissatisfied with Setorak.

"Dormammu, are you still unable to accept your defeat? You still can't accept that you can't balance the defeat of the Ancient One? ”

"If you keep this anger and resentment, and you can't face up to your failures, then the distance between you and me will become more and more distant, and you will never be able to catch up with me."

"Dormammu, it's not a shame to lose to the Ancient One, face yourself squarely, and officially take the Ancient One. Dormammu, in the days when you were a person, your qualifications were not as good as the Ancient One, so it is normal for you to be defeated by the Ancient One. ”

"Although you created the system of black magic and are worshiped as the god of dark magic, you have not completely mastered black magic, and you have not completely mastered the dark latitude!"

"You haven't reached the realm of the Trinity Emperor Weishan...... It is also that in the field of magic, no one can reach the realm of Emperor Weishan......"

"After all, three different beings, one body, mutually beneficial and symbiotic, always maintain the same beliefs, always maintain the same heart...... It's definitely a miracle that can't be replicated! ”

"Dormammu, you are one, not three...... So, you can never surpass the Trinity Emperor Vishan. ”

"However, that was before, and now it's completely different, your chance is here, your chance to surpass Emperor Weishan is here, and your chance to defeat the Ancient One is here."

A smile appeared on the corner of Setorak's mouth, and he looked at Dormammu and spoke slowly.

"Setolak, do you mean to devour that soul?"

"That soul is really incomparably seductive, I can't help but swallow my saliva, I smell the breath of the supreme master of the magical realm in him, I smell a trace of transcendence in him."

"Whew...... Setorak, I also smell in him a glimmer of the possibility of creating infinity, a possibility comparable to that of an infinite god, with a large piece of the authority of the law of time in him. ”

"Setorak, the benefits of devouring him are indeed many, but I dare to assert that it is definitely not an easy thing to do."

"For in addition to the alluring aroma, I also felt from that soul an incomparable power, a terrible crisis, a rich darkness, and a mysterious fear of the unknown."

"Oh, Setolak, in addition to his own strength, the Ancient One is in a very different state this time, and a terrifying magic is brewing in her body."

Dormammu licked his lips lightly, blinked his scarlet eyes, and said slowly.

"Dormammu, your feelings are not wrong, the essence of this soul is not ordinary, and the state of the ancient one this time is not ordinary, which is why I rang the Crimson Bell? Why is the Demon Convention held? ”

"For the sake of our future, for us to realize the evolution of the origin of life, for us to break through our own limitations, this time the Lords of Hell must unite and work together, and this is also our chance to take revenge again."

"Dormammu, as the Lord of Latitude, we are immortal beings, we don't have to worry about our own death, we don't have to care about how badly our bodies are hurt, and we don't have to care about how much pain comes from our wounds."

"These are things we can endure, because time will heal every scar on our body, and time will contain all our tribulations, hardships and failures."

Setorak reached out and stroked his chest, there was a huge scar on his heart, he didn't care about the heart-wrenching pain, he only cared if he could become the transcendent creator god.

"Hahaha...... Setorak is right, infinite time, immortal life is the greatest capital of us latitude monarchs. ”

"Setolak, I'm not interested in that soul, I'm only interested in whether I can defeat the Ancient One this time, whether I can give the Ancient One a painful price, and whether I can give the Ancient One an immortal scar."

"I'm going to give her a taste of defeat, and we'd better be able to kill the Ancient One, this thief who has been stealing the power of the Dark Latitudes."

"Setorak, your strength has recovered to a few percent, and what level have you reached now?"

"Setolak, as long as you can kill the Ancient One this time, I will help you devour this soul full of miracles."

Dormammu gritted his teeth, his scarlet eyes revealing a powerful hatred that outweighed the Ancient One more than he longed for the evolution of his own life.

"My strength?"

"I have recovered to fifty percent of my peak strength, although I have not yet recovered to the period of total victory, but compared to the last time Gu Yi and Emperor Weishan entered the hell, my own state is at least a hundred times stronger."

"This strength is enough to deal with the Ancient One, even if the Ancient One in this unknown state is now, he will definitely not be my opponent......"

"Dormammu, it's a matter of words, this time I'll go all out, use all the power of Crimson Hell, and bury the Ancient One here, while you help me devour that soul."

"Dormammu, when I become Satan, a legend that has never appeared in hell, you will become the supreme in the latitude of hell second only to me, and you will become great under one man and above ten thousand."

"All the Lords of Hell but me will submit to you, and all the Lords of Hell except me will praise you with a loud voice for everything."

Setolak clenched his fists, a smile on his lips, his voice sonorous and powerful, revealing unparalleled confidence.

The crimson power surged wildly through his body, and the blood-colored magma filled the entire hell in an instant, and black thunder pierced the red sky.

Everything is a manifestation of the power of Setolak, and the Crimson Hell is giving the most fiery praise to its own monarch and its master.

"Ho Ho Ho ......"

"Setorak, it's a matter of word, and I'm looking forward to your performance."

Dormammu stared at Setorak, the lord of the Crimson Hell, a meaningful glint flashing in his scarlet eyes, and a terrifying grin erupted from his mouth.

Satan?

Setolak, the one who became Satan is my Dormammu.

Relying on the method of devouring souls to achieve the evolution of the origin of life is only a narrow path, because it is a path with the apex of existence and the limit.

The Lord of Latitude wants to break through his own limitations, to elevate the origin of life, to break the impregnable barrier set up by the Creation God.

There is only one way, and that is to devour the material world and the earth with its own latitude.

Use the infinite energy that exists in your body, the infinite energy from the infinite god, to devour the material world created by the eternal god, steal the power of time and space, and let these two forces merge with each other, and finally form a circulating and balanced energy system in the body.

This is the right way, and it is also the only way.

As long as the ancient one dies and the earth is without this great protector, then my dark latitude can instantly descend to the material world, devour the material world, and complete the evolution of the essence of life.

The power of the dark arts that was stolen by the ancient one will return to my body again, and I will once again master the full power of the dark arts.

Even I have the possibility of getting Chaos magic.

Chaos magic, that's a great power.

Dormammu had witnessed the power of chaos magic, which in an instant wounded Setolak, the lord of the Crimson Hell.

At that time, Setorak was still in its heyday.

The pinnacle of Setolak, but a terrifying existence that can suppress all the monarchs of latitude alone.

The pinnacle of Setorak's prestige has resounded throughout the entire multiverse, and his strength makes his enemies feel only naked fear, and dare not rise to resist.

But such a powerful existence was seriously injured by chaos magic in an instant.

Just how powerful is chaos magic? Nobody knows.

Chaos magic is full of unknowns, like x in numbers.