Volume 7: Da Mu Da Mu Chapter 53: Darkness has given you a black heart, and will eventually lead you to hell
Mirror dimension is a pretty magical spell.
It is a magic that must be learned by apprentices in the holy sanctuary of Kamar-Taj in all parallel worlds. Although it looks only entry-level, the most amazing thing about this thing is that its power can be changed according to the user's spellcasting ability.
The mirror dimension released by Zhakang can only cover a city at most, while the mirror dimension released by Black can simulate a galaxy. The warlock's spellcasting ability is between the two, so the mirror space he released perfectly replicates the Gotham world here.
Everything that exists in this space parallel to the real world is controlled by the warlock. It can be said that he is the "God" of this place.
Although after becoming the Grand Master of the Star Society, he has rarely fought with others as the organization expanded, it is obvious that the Warlock has not neglected his magical attainments in the multitude of official duties.
After Mason and others broke into this mirror dimension, the time has come to pay off all grudges.
The warlock, who was already filled with the mind of a beast, no longer held back and finally released all his strength, perfectly demonstrating the oppressive force that a high-level spellcaster should have.
The terrifying dark magic was spreading around everyone, and the highly corrosive magic was constantly squeezing and penetrating. The summoned dark monsters poured out from the gloomy shadow land, showing their fangs and claws to eliminate all obstacles for their master.
This scene was like a team of brave warriors finally facing the world-destroying devil after going through countless hardships. It seemed that Mason and his team were outnumbered, but facing the might displayed by the warlock at this time, Mason's evaluation was... That's it?
All right.
Although it's a bit exaggerated, the fact is that in the eyes of Mason, who once fought against Black Strange head-on, the oppressive power displayed by the warlock was indeed a little lacking.
The scene is indeed big enough.
But the problem is that the core is very hollow when you look through the appearance. People like Hei Qiyi never bother to use these fancy things, but you, the warlock, don't seem to have understood this truth.
Apart from anything else, the powerful force of this dark dimension alone seems very vain, borrowed power...tsk, isn't this just like spending borrowed money to act like a big shot?
It's 2023 and there are still people using this kind of "loan tactics"?
"Cover tactics!"
Mason, who naturally took over the command responsibilities, made a gesture, and the demonized Fenrir armor strode out in the burning hellfire.
The dark monster rushed forward amid shoulder cannon bombardment and flames, and Black Bolt tore apart the overwhelming dark power with a roar after accumulating power. When the light shone again, the White Queen reached out and put her hand on Mason's shoulder.
"Don't resist, let mom help you find that bastard."
She said this, trying to act like a good wife and mother, but Mason said worriedly:
"Don't take this opportunity to look through things in my mind that you shouldn't, Emma. It's not easy for our relationship to get to this point, so, in front of your children, please restrain your bad temper a little bit, okay?"
"Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say, my little darling."
The White Queen pouted with great dissatisfaction, but in the end she did not do these things that should not be done.
Her super mental power was like an activated radar, which instantly transmitted all kinds of information in the entire mirror dimension to Mason's mind, and the warlock who was hiding in the darkness and accumulating power to release a super magic was also locked.
Emma used telepathic power to replace team communications to establish a mental connection for everyone present. There was no need for verbal commands. As soon as Mason thought about it, the others knew how to cooperate.
Then the old wolf pounded his chest hard, and the power gem embedded in his heart ignited and exploded, causing his fists and claws to be wrapped in purple strange flames.
He stared at the front and charged forward. Ciri, who got the hint, held Liana, who was vomiting blood, and waved forward, instantly opening a silver rift to swallow the old wolf.
The next moment, he was accurately sent to the vicinity of the warlock.
"Traitor, die!"
The ferocious old wolf pounced down, forcing the warlock to turn around and throw the dark ball that was supposed to hit Mason at the old wolf.
The horrific attack "melted" the old wolf into a silver skeleton in an instant, but how could a mere fatal wound possibly withstand the beast's state of mind after seventeen years of repression?
The burning claws stabbed forward as the flesh and blood regenerated, interfering with Logan's hideous death laugh. It did not seek to cause effective killing, but instead pulled the warlock's cloak and spread the flames of power, preventing him from switching at will.
"I guess, right between the eyes!"
Mason raised his left hand, and the Black Death Sword Ragnarok covered Mason's left hand with a black symbiote just like the last time it was activated.
The entire gun body instantly stretched out and pressed against the user's shoulder, transforming into a heavy biological sniper rifle that fired three bullets in a row the moment it was formed.
One missile missed, and the other two, with precise shooting, hit the warlock's active protective cloak. They didn't cause any damage, but they made the warlock feel cold in his heart.
Mason's actions were as ferocious as a tiger, which obviously meant that the attack he commanded everyone to launch was by no means ordinary. He turned around and released the form of Akken, transforming into 333 three-eyed warlocks to confuse the enemy.
"boom"
The power of darkness burst out from under the feet of the Avengers like a sharp spike, forcing a group of people to retreat. At the same time, more than 300 warlocks cast spells at the same time, and the dazzling crimson belts of Cytorak with black light instantly spread across the entire battlefield.
The capture and restraint of more than a thousand straps was an attack that was impossible to dodge in this small battlefield. Old Wolf, Black Bolt and Emma were instantly restrained.
Old Black Bolt was the worst off. Not only was he played with by tentacles, but he was also gagged and had three straps wrapped around his mouth to force him not to make any sound.
Mason managed to dodge using the water transformation, and at his signal, the hunter jumped away from the area with the seriously injured swordsman. However, now only Mason was left to fight against the three-eyed warlock who was in his heyday.
"You have no chance to sing!"
The warlock roared and cast the spell again.
Hundreds of black rays burst out from the third eyes on the foreheads of those magic clones and shot towards Mason, causing the latter to do "sit-ups" repeatedly as the water collapsed and reorganized.
However, although he had an absolute advantage in the situation, the uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger.
Something bad is going to happen!
"You are the one who has no role to play, right?"
It took Mason seven consecutive deaths and reconstructions in the constant collapse and reorganization of the water before he was able to utter a complete sentence intermittently.
He said in a teasing tone:
"It's great that the Dark Dimension is strong, but is this your power? Just use it! Have you asked Dormammu?"
"Idiot! The Dark Dimension has become my territory!"
I don't know why the warlock just doesn't like Mason. He didn't have such a bad temper in the past, but every time he encountered Mason making trouble, he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.
It’s like the guy you’ll always meet in life who makes you furious just by looking at his face. This kind of relationship is generally called a “natural enemy.”
Amid the roar, even greater dark power was released, wrapping around Mason's body layer by layer, trying to reconstruct his water body, completely seal it, and then complete the final kill.
But at this critical moment, one of the more than 300 clones of Iken suddenly covered his waist and abdomen as if he had a stomachache, and stretched out his hand tremblingly with a change of expression, and screamed towards the main warlock:
"The dark dimension... is out of control..."
"Bang"
The first clone exploded like a beautiful firework, emitting dark streams of light in the air, so beautiful.
The bound Mason looked up as if to admire the beautiful scenery of New Year's Eve, watching the magic clones one after another explode in the air with continuous screams.
The originally extremely docile power began to rebel. The true master of the dark dimension was awakening and howling to take back his power. The forces that bound it were rapidly weakening, just like a tiger cage that was easily pried open by Mason with two bullets.
Now, the tiger is out of the cage!
"puff"
Hot blood spurted out of the three-eyed warlock's mouth and he raised his hands tremblingly in the air.
The dark magic power seemed to be malfunctioning and sparks flew in his palm. The originally smooth magic could no longer be maintained due to the lack of magic power. Even the crimson belts that bound everyone collapsed due to the loss of power.
Old Wang, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, was extremely angry because he was stuffed with a "ball in the mouth". The moment he was freed, he raised his head and roared. The terrifying sound waves hit the three-eyed warlock like a sledgehammer and knocked him down from the air.
The old wolf, who had been waiting for a long time, pounced on him impatiently and started scratching around. The loyal Magic Floating Cloak tried its best to protect its master, but it could not stop the raging fire of power and the returning hunter who took the time to step forward and stab him a few times.
“That’s enough!”
The frustrated warlock immediately cut off the connection between himself and the dark dimension. As the dark magic around him dissipated, his magic power refilled and burst out with the golden arc of light that a Kamar-Taj spellcaster should have, knocking the old wolf away and forcing Ciri back.
However, as soon as he stood up, the cramping and cramping in his abdomen made him cough up blood again.
The symbiote of the Black Death Sword has already completed its parasitism in his body and is constantly devouring the hellish power from Mephisto. This guy has a good appetite.
No matter whether it is the power of Nabu, the God of Order, or the Lord of Hell, you can take it all without worrying about getting diarrhea.
"You used Mephisto's power to show off your might, and bound Dormammu with the blessing of a devil, but I'm curious, have you ever thought about how you would deal with the Lord of the Dark Dimension who came to seek revenge if Mephisto no longer supports you?
I've seen a more powerful Doctor Strange than you!
People never use power that they cannot control. Seriously, Strange, you should learn more from your more powerful self.
The forces that push you to the top will sooner or later drag you down to hell, and I don’t think I need to say more about the fate of those who make a deal with the devil. "
Mason calmly picked up the empty bullet from the ground, reloaded it, and fired another shot at the warlock under his ferocious gaze.
The warlock could have avoided it.
But a pair of dark burning claws suddenly stretched out from behind the mirror dimension. As Mason said, the rage in Dormammu's heart, who had been imprisoned and suppressed for more than ten years, was no longer suppressable. With a bang, the pair of claws pressed the three-eyed warlock to the ground, almost crushing him into meat paste.
The flying bullet hit right between his eyebrows!
"puff"
The three-eyed sorcerer's third eye was pierced and he screamed in pain.
However, the Black Death Sword doesn't care whether you feel pain or not. The symbiote infiltrates and the triple parasitism operates at the same time, causing the divine power bestowed by Mephisto on the warlock to be eaten up almost instantly.
Dormammu's revenge crushing continued. The master of the dark dimension hated the dark wizard who imprisoned him. The corrosive dark magic was constantly pressed into the body of the three-eyed warlock, like an uncontrolled phagocytic bacteria that began to frantically destroy the warlock's originally stable spellcasting system.
The pain from internal collapse was far greater than the torture inflicted from without, and the angry people even stopped rushing forward to finish him off. Just seeing the traitor kneeling on the ground and collapsing was enough to comfort people.
"When Ciri told me that you were the one who had the closest connection with Mephisto among the three mentors, I knew how to deal with you! You are not as powerful and oppressive as you think, Strange. In this invasion, you are not even as threatening to me as Lex Luthor."
Mason pulled out the inspection axe from his back and stepped forward. He said to the three-eyed warlock who was kneeling on the ground and wailing in pain:
"The dark power bestowed upon you made you what you are, and it will also destroy you! You rose with it, and you must perish with it! I no longer need to spread those curses, hatred, and disgust, and I no longer need to be bound by the pain and despair of the past.
If there really is a hell in this world, then I think you should accept the judgment from those lives you have killed!
They have set up the court, sat in the spectator gallery, the evidence has been presented, the gavel is about to strike, and the mission left to us, the remnants, is to escort you to the seat."
The inspection axe was swung up and was about to chop down in the next moment.
However, the warlock raised his head, his eyes that were invaded by dark magic were full of black and red bloodshot, and he shouted ferociously with a ferocious face:
"Even without the Dark Dimension! I am still the Sorcerer Supreme !"
The green time gem splashed, and the time of the entire mirror dimension was pushed forward.
With this great power, the warlock's pain was slightly reduced, and he banished Lao Wang, Lao Lang and Emma outside of time. Seeing the hunter and swordsman rushing to rescue them, the warlock grinned and said:
"Mephisto! Help me!"
"Click"
The ghost claw tattoos on the arms of the three members of the Star Club were activated immediately. Ciri, who was about to touch Mason, did not move forward and was restrained in place like a wooden man.
The swordsman was even forced to pause in order to maintain an exaggerated movement.
Mason also seemed to be controlled.
The inspection axe in his hand was raised to the highest point, and his expression became dull.
The Three-eyed Warlock laughed loudly. He was in pain because Dormammu's torture was still going on, and the divine power devoured by the triple parasitism of the Black Death Sword made his connection with Lord Mephisto intermittent.
But he was still smiling.
Because he won!
This is a Jedi counterattack worth remembering!
"What a shame. It was just a little bit short."
He endured the pain and said in a hoarse voice:
"However, the moment you joined the Star Society, you were incorporated into this great system. You are like gears, taking on your respective responsibilities. Lord Fate is unwilling to manipulate you because there is no need.
But as his earliest follower, I also have part of the control over this soul contract.
Just a little bit, but enough.
You cannot understand the painstaking efforts of Mephisto and me, but I am too lazy to explain to you. Go to death with ignorance. I will take over your responsibility and continue to move forward..."
The three-eyed warlock wiped the blood off his face and stood up with difficulty. He formed a dark dagger in his hand and stabbed it into Mason's heart. But the moment he stood up, a strange expression suddenly jumped out of Mason's dull face.
As the warlock stared with wide eyes, the inspection axe suddenly fell and hit his shoulder hard. The heavy blow of the sharp blade pierced the body and knocked the warlock to his knees again.
Amidst the splatter of blood, Mason reached out and grabbed his hair to lift his neck, then released the handle of the inspection axe and took the Sword of the Lady of the Lake from the bound Ciri's hand, then placed the shining blade against the warlock's neck in an execution gesture.
He looked down at the warlock, who was no longer able to fight back but stared at Mason with wide eyes. He shouted:
"You! Why weren't you..."
"When did you get the delusion that I would be bound by a soul curse, Strange?"
Mason steadily pushed the blade into the warlock's neck. He could feel the blade cutting through his throat. As blood gushed out, he lowered his head and whispered in the warlock's ear:
"I have the same , but I have never been one of you! I know that you will not die with the Time Stone protecting you, and you think you will not go to hell.
Tsk, but I advise you not to have such beautiful illusions about your destiny, because just now, another friend of mine arrived in this world.
And now, he wants to talk to you."
"puff"
The Three-Eyed Warlock's neck was cut off by the sharp sword of the Lady of the Lake and then held in Mason's hand. The astonishment and anger in his eyes still remained, and the light of the Time Stone was already flowing to resurrect him.
Mason didn't care.
He swung the Sword of the Lady of the Lake and let the blood spill from the blade, looking at the ugly guy and those ugly eyes in front of him. In the reflection of those eyes, Mason saw the black monster slowly falling from behind him.
He said:
"You have been judged for your crimes against your homeland, Stephen Strange, betrayer. Now, pray, the second judge has arrived.
Pray that Mephisto can save you next, but I doubt he can."
