A few pieces of rubble smashed on her head, but Madame Mask dared not speak in anger, and still looked extremely deferential.

"Go" to the throne of the Doctor Doom picked up a handful of yellow stones, and with a gentle force, the latter immediately crushed into powder and scattered in the wind.

He turned his gaze to the masked lady who was kneeling on one knee, her body seemed insignificant in the face of his might, and Doctor Doom's voice was cold:

"Send out some of the robots and let them find the 'superheroes' in the Hulklands."

Madame Masked bowed her head slightly, the golden mask shimmering with a faint cold glow in the light, and her eyes flickered through the slits of the mask, elusive.

Then, without hesitation, she replied, "Do as you are told, Emperor Doom. ”

On the surface, she has absolute obedience to Doctor Doom, which is known to everyone in Doomta, and Madame Masked has a clear loyalty to Doom.

As a sign of loyalty, she was even able to send her father, the Count of Nefara, to Rock Springs to be an old drunkard, although neither father nor daughter were good people, but this caused a lot of controversy.

Loyalty is loyalty, but deep down in Madame Masked's heart, it's a different matter.

She is thinking about how she can take advantage of this opportunity to skillfully gain more power and higher status.

Originally, she planned to wait for Doom to die of old age before thinking of a way to inherit the legacy of Latville, but who would have thought that Doom was living more and more energetic day by day, and the production line of Doom's robots under her hand never stopped.

But today. Today may be an opportunity.

When the woman in the golden mask walked out, Doctor Doom was still seated on the throne, the disfigured face beneath the mask cold and unmoved.

The yellow stone throne was made from the corpse of one of his old rivals, Ben Grim, the stone man from the Fantastic Four, and the Red Skull had taken a hand to keep it in his gallery.

He sat quietly on the throne, looking into the distance, as if recalling the countless duels with the Fantastic Four, those battles and contradictions shaped him and made his thirst for power even stronger.

But now, how dare anyone challenge the position that Doom has, and everything that Doom has taken away?

It's self-defeating!

"Master, I'm sorry to bother you, but we think something we've just observed might be of interest to you" Suddenly, a slightly submissive voice came from the communicator on the wall, shattering the silence of Doom.

The figure on the throne looked up and said impatiently, "What makes you feel the need to interrupt Doom?" ”

One moment it's Mrs. Masked, and the next moment it's these people, is there an end?

The voice in the communicator sounded a little nervous when Doom asked this, but continued: "We have just discovered some anomalous energy fluctuations in our monitoring, and these fluctuations seem to come from a specific area. ”

"While we can't say exactly what it is, we think you might be interested in it, depending on the energy characteristics."

Doctor Doom's brow furrowed slightly, he had always been concerned about the observation of energy fluctuations. He stood up and walked over to the communicator, looking down at the data displayed on the screen.

"Go on." His voice was cold and full of authority.

The voice in the communicator continued, "These energy fluctuations seem to have unique characteristics that are not quite what we've seen before. While we are still in the process of further analysis, we think it is likely to be related to ."

"Baxter Building."

"That's enough." Doctor Doom interrupted the communicator's voice, his eyes sharpening and revealing intense interest.

With a slight wave of his hand, the screen changed instantly, revealing a scene that was all too familiar to him.

Beneath the collapsed rubble of the Baxter Mansion was a huge human skeleton that had recurred countless times in his sleep.

"Time flies." Doctor Doom muttered to himself, the words slipping from his lips with a faint hint of vicissitudes. In his originally cold eyes, there was a touch of emotion that should not have appeared-nostalgia.

However, this glimmer of nostalgia was only for a moment, and was replaced by Dr. Doom's calm control. He withdrew his gaze and sealed his emotions back into the depths. In Doom's world, feelings are a weakness, and he doesn't allow himself to have any weaknesses.

Doom should be indestructible, Doom is invincible.

"Live Image." As the owner of the Head of Doom spoke again, the screen flickered, and the original ruins disappeared, replaced by the ruins of today's Baxter Mansion. On the screen, a colorful and colorful semi-circular hood appeared, which was making a buzzing sound.

The semi-circular canopy, like a brilliant rainbow, visually creates a sense of fantasy and mystery, and the buzzing sound seems to announce the incomparably powerful energy contained in this canopy. It completely envelops the ruins of the Baxter Building, making everything obscured and unrecognizable.

Doctor Doom's gaze was fixed on the screen, his eyes flashing with intense interest. He already had a hunch that there was an incredible power behind this hood, perhaps one of the answers he had been looking for.

Or rather, the two people he's been looking for.

"It's." Doctor Doom muttered to himself, the excitement in his eyes brightening.

"A rift in the space-time continuum, my master." The voice on the other end of the communicator responded again, with a hint of restrained nervousness in his voice, "It is said that Mr. Fantastic and the Invisible Girl disappeared into this strange phenomenon back then, at least that's what the vast majority of people said. ”

"But some scholars believe that it is a lie used by desperate people to deceive themselves."

It's not a lie, it's true, Doom said silently in his heart.

Slaughtering the Thunderbolt and leveling the Stone Man, but not being able to defeat Reed and Sue with his own hands has always been his biggest regret for many years.

"Get your flying machine ready, Doom is going to go for himself!" Doctor Doom's voice was firm and majestic, like an irreversible command echoing through the halls.

With his order, the atmosphere on the take-off platform outside the hall instantly became tense, and the staff quickly began to act, operating the console, preparing for the departure of the aircraft. The Doctor's decision is their absolute directive, and no one will hesitate.

Doctor Doom turned and walked towards the door of the hall, his green robes fluttering behind him, his tall figure shrouded in deep shadows.

He's going to a banquet that's forty-three years late.

(End of chapter)