The Legendary Life of an American Superhero

Originally, Dormammu thought that this time he would be able to avenge his shame.

In fact...

If the damned Lord of Chaos Hades hadn't suddenly appeared, he would have already got back what he should have received, as well as the interest that had been delayed for countless years.

At this moment, Dormammu's hatred for Saga is no longer under Mephisto.

He managed to find a dimensional defense device on Earth that could shut down the dimensional defense device built by the Supreme Mage to prevent the endless dimensions from running out wantonly.

Next, it is almost impossible to want such an opportunity.

Although his new believer servant Casillas is still praying to get energy from him, it is almost impossible for him to appear on the earth again.

Even if we go again, there are still so many Saga blocking the way.

"Damn Lord of Chaos Hades, I must swallow you and turn your soul into my urinal!"

Dormammu thought so, and said to Mephisto: "That Saga, maybe, I can help you."

The supreme mage who can no longer activate the time gem in a second is no longer the primary goal in Dormammu's heart, Saga is, and under the premise that the dimensional gap cannot be opened, the lord of many dimensions can only control the earth. The hellish dimension of death, Mephisto, has a way of being able to get to Earth.

Dormammu, like Mephisto, wanted Saga to die, so Dormammu felt that he could cooperate with Mephisto.

but……

"Hahaha!"

Hearing Dormammu's proposal, Mephisto laughed out loud, then put away his smile in an instant, and roared at Dormammu: "Get out!"

Dormammu: "..."

Mephisto's tone was extremely cold, and he stared at Dormammu who was trying to cooperate with him: "Oh, Dormammu of the dark dimension, your despicable, shameless, and lying name is well-known in this endless dimension. In name, to cooperate with you, you think too much of yourself, that damn guy is mine, and it can only be mine."

"You can't beat..."

"roll!"

"..."

The Mephisto ram was irritable: "Dormam, I am telling you that the earth is mine. If I see that you intend to touch the earth, I will kill you. You who have lost countless servants, you I'm afraid that the power at this moment has lost a lot. I can't even beat my defeated generals. You still expect me to cooperate with you. What is in your poor brain? Is it liquid?"

finished.

Mephisto snorted coldly, and directly closed the call channel of the hell dimension.

The purpose of his coming here is to warn Dormammu not to think about the earth. What Mephisto wants is a planet of life. Only with life can there be death, and only with death can there be hell.

If Dormammu devours the earth, if there is life, there is life, and it will all go into Dormammu's stomach.

Poor Dormammu.

The battle between Mephisto and Saga is about the power of death on the earth. The image metaphor is two family members fighting for property, and Dormammu is a complete outsider.

Moreover……

When Mephisto thought of the scene where he could kill Saga last time if he was not unlucky, he was full of confidence. He felt that if he and Saga faced each other next time, he would be able to succeed and Against killing Saga.

Therefore, Dormammu's proposal has no market at all on Mephisto's side. Only those who are completely at a disadvantage, seeing no hope of victory, and who are about to be killed will agree to lure wolves into the house.

As for the fighting power shown by Saga this time?

In Mephisto's view, if it wasn't for that stupid thing called Domamu who sent 10 million souls to Saga at the beginning, Saga's combat effectiveness would never be like this.

So Mephisto will not cooperate with Dormammu even more. Who knows, after cooperating with Dormammu, will this guy be able to support the enemy Saga again.

This stupid Dormammu is so stupid, he did the same trick twice without even thinking about it, and expects me to cooperate with him, which will simply lower my IQ.

After returning to the dimension of hell, Mephisto sat on the throne of his almost half-rebuilt palace, happily drinking the wine that had been soaked in his soul for three hundred years, sniffed and smiled, and did not hide his love for Dormammu at all. The contempt sneered again and again.

Saga is mine.

It can only be mine, anyone who wants to snatch it from me will have to die!

Mephisto roared directly, spreading his words throughout the endless dimension like the language of declaring war.

The Lord of Countless Dimensions was silent after listening to these words.

In the dark dimension, Dormammu ascended to heaven after hearing these words, and smiled angrily, okay, okay, okay, this damned idiot, I want to see if you can eat him.

Lake, who returned to the Star Building over there, just walked to the bar to get a drink, and blinked his eyes when he heard the roar of the neighbor next door to the Chaos Hades.

Was Old Mo next door stimulated by something?

I feel that I haven't looked for him for so many days, so I miss me a little bit, let me remember him, and go to him earlier to play?

Lake thought so.

Night fell.

Hermione, who went to Paris to quell the chaos, also returned to the Star Building a little tired.

the next day.

Hermione woke up early, regaining her strength.

Lake, who was sleeping next to him, was also in good spirits, but he wasn't as rosy as Hermione.

After all, last night, one was receiving the essence, and the other was continuously shooting out the essence.

In the restaurant.

Hermione packed the baked bread on a plate and handed it to Lake, and then told Lake the story of Paris.

Bulgaria's Durmstrang Academy is gone.

After Hermione sat down, she still couldn't believe it: "This is simply unimaginable. Durmstrang surrendered to the enemy collectively, and no one was spared."

Lake is very open about this: "It's normal. The reason Durmstrang Academy of Magic and Magic agreed to merge back then was because of Supreme Merlin's death immunity protection."

The Durmstrang Academy of Magic was originally born in black magic, but unlike the group of black magicians who tried to destroy the world, the black magicians at the Durmstrang Academy of Magic were very good at the time, knew how to balance, and studied magic What is it for? Isn't it for the sake of being able to live forever? At that time, the Supreme Merlin blessed him, so why didn't he join in.

Right now, the blessing of the Supreme Merlin has been cancelled. Naturally, they began to find the way of eternal life for themselves again. Coincidentally, an olive branch was thrown from the dark dimension, and the great Dormammu has arrived. As long as they help Dormammu devour If you drop the earth, then you can obtain eternal life under the gift of Dormammu.

so……

The Durmstrang Academy of Magic thought the deal was a good deal, so they went straight to it.

Lake asked curiously: "What about the Beauxbaton Academy of Magic in Paris?"

Hermione just laughed.

It belongs to the kind of angry laugh.

Seeing this, Lake raised his eyebrows, and then laughed loudly: "After Beauxbaton saw you coming, and after he realized that the God of Destruction had been killed, he directly knelt down on you."

Hermione nodded angrily: "Yes, after I led the Merlin mages to suppress the Durmstrang Academy of Magic in Bulgaria, most of the Parisian mages directly gave up their dark magic and chose to surrender."

Good guy.

Paris is determined to perform the repeated horizontal jump to the end.

"Then what did you do, forgive them?"

"Do not!"

Hermione put away the smile on her face: "I also suppressed them. The ones who destroyed the family magic world were the magicians in Paris. You can hardly imagine that in this catastrophe, it was Durmstrang who surrendered to the enemy." Black mages kill the least, but this group of Parisian magicians who repeatedly jump around kills the most."

Lake laughed and said, "It's normal. During World War II, if the Parisians also operated in the same way, the quickness of sliding and kneeling does not mean that their combat effectiveness is really weak."

Sliding and kneeling is already an instinct in Paris.

Combat power is also an instinct, but if the two instincts are combined, the first instinct must be executed first, and then the second instinct will be executed.

That is to surrender first, then kill.

Lake said so, and nodded: "It doesn't matter if it is suppressed, the main skin color of the magicians inside Beauxbatons is almost as good as the main skin color outside, a group of little blacks who engraved refugees in their genes, expecting them to have You might as well count on Voldemort to change his ways."

Among so many skin colors, only this skin color has ruined its own hometown. Instead of choosing to rebuild its own hometown, it chooses to run away to other countries to continue ruining it.

It's a pipe dream to expect backbone from these savage complexions.

"Voldemort, yes!"

Hermione heard the last words in Lake's words and said, "I saw Voldemort."

Lake blinked: "What?"

See Voldemort?

Isn't Voldemort dead?

He also died twice.

"you sure?"

"I'm very sure!"

"..."

Lake felt a little amused: "Good guy, he is reincarnating here."

Counting this time, Voldemort may have resurrected as many times as a hand.

The spirit of life is strong enough.

Lake thought so, but now, no matter how many times Voldemort is resurrected, Hermione won't be scared by his fame.

After all, times have changed.

This is the era that belongs to Lake, there is no era that created Lake, but this is the era of Lake.

so……

Now even if Voldemort is resurrected again, it will not cause any major earthquakes. Just look at Hermione. In the past, Hermione would not sit here with peace of mind when she knew that Voldemort had been resurrected.

The current Voldemort is, at best, a flea.

Of course.

Although fleas are inconspicuous, they can still be annoying when they jump up from time to time.

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