Chapter 1005: Chapter 803: Beca a Substitute?_2
Leaving behind a Limbo Avatar temporarily to guard against Loki’s sneak attacks, Tao Yu also chose to return first.
It wasn’t possible to keep wasting ti here. The Big Boss had already been thrown deep into the mine, watched over by another of his Limbo Avatars, working to isolate and capture the spatial vibration frequency of fundantal particles while reducing interference as much as possible. This would take ti to process.
So now…
“About ti. Let’s go check on Casillas’s followers and see how they’re doing. Tch~ why hasn’t Dormammu let Casillas out yet.”
Tao Yu thought of those Dark Dinsion followers he had specifically instructed to release.
Previously, he’d done a bit of reconnaissance—they were like a bunch of headless flies. Up until now, they hadn’t even managed to gather together, each acting independently.
Without soone as commanding as Casillas stepping forward, those willing to borrow power from the Dark Dinsion truly respected no one but themselves.
“It seems I’ll have to step in personally.”
Just happened to learn a trick from Loki and morized the energy signature of the Dark Dinsion. Mimicking Casillas shouldn’t be too much of an issue.
“Dormammu, if you won’t release him, then I’ll do it myself. I’ll personally help spread your gospel—just make sure you repay later…”
…
The Dark Dinsion, though called “dark,” was internally a dazzling, kaleidoscopic space, resembling the interior of a nebula.
It was visually distinctive from the style of the Current World.
And its master was the Dinsional Demon God, Dormammu.
In the Dark Dinsion, Dormammu wielded nearly infinite Divine Power. In his domain, even Odin and the Ancient One at their peak would struggle to compete.
Dormammu delighted in pulling entire planets into the Dark Dinsion, converting them into his power.
The more brimming with life a planet, the more it beca his target.
As a mighty sovereign of the Dark Dinsion, he also frequently loaned power out to his believers.
However, using that power ca at a cost.
Casillas, after borrowing his power, ended up swept away when Dormammu severed ties to Earth, becoming just another inevitable outco for many of Dormammu’s followers.
Reduced to slavery within the Dark Dinsion…
——
“Casillas!”
Dormammu’s thunderous roar echoed through the hazy, dreamlike Dark Dinsion.
It jolted Casillas, whose soul was continually being warped by black energy, back into consciousness.
Originally, after being reclaid by Dormammu, he served as a corrupted soul here, adding bricks and mortar to the Dark Dinsion’s energy supply.
All those monts when drawing on the Dark Dinsion’s power had been exhilarating—now he was paying it all back with interest.
Like a human-shaped battery.
He had been drifting aimlessly, tornted by the distortion of his soul.
But this roar snapped Casillas’s awareness back into sharp focus.
As his mind returned and the unimaginably painful tornt eased, Casillas’s face glead with a look of joy.
However, when he heard Dormammu’s furious bellow, he quickly dropped to his knees on the rough and jagged teorite where he was, crawling rapidly on them all the way to the teorite’s edge.
“Lord Dormammu, your most faithful servant awaits your command!”
Even though he had already experienced the price of borrowing dark power and continued to endure tornt,
Casillas displayed a behavior reminiscent of Stockholm syndro, his face showing a pious and tearful devotion, as if rely being summoned by Dormammu was an honor.
In the void of space ahead of the teorite, endless energy began converging, forming a massive head hundreds of ters in diater.
Saturated with a sense of majesty and brutality, that overwhelming aura made even soone as powerful as the mage Casillas feel as insignificant as an ant.
This made him bow even lower.
“What’s going on with your followers! Didn’t I tell you to completely sever the connection to Midgard? Why are more and more people praying to !”
Dormammu appeared utterly enraged, his words brimming with fury.
This left Casillas montarily stunned.
My followers?
Praying to you?
How is that possible…
“Lord Dormammu, I am not sure about that either. While I do have so followers, I’ve not openly renounced Kama Taiji. They likely don’t have much understanding of the Dark Dinsion, nor such precise intentions…”
Casillas was also baffled, unable to figure out why this was happening.
And even if it was true, isn’t this a good thing?
As more believers embraced darkness, the Dark Dinsion would grow stronger, and so would Lord Dormammu!
“I don’t care! I don’t want Midgardian believers! Not a single one!”
The imnse head ford of energy seed to screech irritably.
Terrifying energy waves erupted, utterly obliterating the surrounding teorites and asteroids into dust.
If Dormammu hadn’t instinctively shielded Casillas with a thought, the mage himself—despite his strength—might have similarly turned to powder.
This display of Divine Power only intensified the fanaticism in Casillas’s eyes.
“Listen to ! I’m sending you to Midgard right now. Find every one of your followers—either kill them or stop their prayers! This is my command!”
Dormammu then forcibly suppressed his emotions, his massive orange-yellow pupils fixating on Casillas, making the latter bow his head in deference.
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