"This damn Supreme Council, it's too eccentric!"

Dormammu looked up at the arrogant Mitron and cursed.

Throughout Cybertron, countless people looked up at the sky, witnessing the strong return of Mitron, the god of knowledge—no matter how lowly Mitron's small bench is, its function is still sound, it is a real artifact, and Mitron, the god of knowledge, has no water.

In Dormammu's opinion, any face, it's all bullshit, the inside is the most important, if Dormammu is allowed to choose, he is willing to lose some face and sit on that small bench!

Alas, the god of knowledge!

ArtifactAlas!

Dormammu looked up at the sky, and his heart welled up with sorrow.

The dark monarch's gaze had long since gone beyond the pretending Mithron to the entire sky, the small universe that enveloped the Cybertron system.

"My Dark Dimension ......"

Dormammu clutched his chest, his heart aching.

How many years has this been? Even the scum of Termitron had brought back his chair, ah no, the little bench, but Downey still occupied his dark dimension.

The entire dark dimension was shattered and reshaped by Donnie, turning into a small universe that existed within the main universe.

Dormammu's heart ached, and the eyes that looked at Mithron changed, full of jealousy.

"Lord Dormammu was originally a great man in the main universe, a demon in the myths of countless civilizations, and countless lives trembled under my obscenity......"

But now, Lord Dormammu is still only a demigod, and he seriously doubts that he is afraid that he will not be able to defeat even Max the Electric Light Man.

The thirteen Ancestors are also looking for the possibility of advancing to the seventh level, which is said to be very effective, and it seems that the fire in their chests can have even more terrifying potential as Donnie grows stronger.

As an ancient demigod mage who came out of the earth, Dormammu could not tolerate the day when he lost the dark dimension and was beaten back to his original form.

"Even Mitron, an accomplished trash, can become a god of knowledge again...... Even if that little bench must have been firmly controlled by Donnie's hands and feet, it was still a god! Then I, Lord Dormammu, am supposed to be God! ”

"I fought fiercely with the Three Palaces Demon!"

"I once pressed the weak Donnie can't lift his head!"

"I'm Donnie's lifelong enemy!"

Dormammu became more and more angry, it was so unfair, and the sense of crisis in his heart reached its peak at the moment when Mitt was solemnly newly inaugurated.

Unconsciously, his status on Cybertron is getting lower and lower, as if anyone can step on him.

The bastard alone sneered at him at every turn, and the new dog-like demon tamed by ravens dared to swagger in front of him.

Not long ago, in the big battle with the Cosmic Celestial Group, he, the Dark Monarch, was not even qualified to participate in the war...... Even Hal's mortal who took off the yellow light ring and was a real fight participated in the war, and the weak chicken Hal Jordan can fight better than his Dormammu!

Lord Dormammu has less and less status.

At this time.

Shout!

Rumble!

In the air, a white energy lightning bolt smashed down, and it slashed into Dormammu's body in an instant, so that the flames on Dormammu's head flickered.

"I know what you're talking about." Mittron's voice reached Dormammu's mind with precision, "The power of the God of Knowledge is beyond the reach of you, a demigod confined to the small Lord Universe. ”

Dormammu was so angry that he roared and burst into the sky, the force of his rage causing a large depression in the metal ground beneath his feet.

But Mitron just sneered, threw Dormammu a look of his own understanding, and disappeared in place.

A bunch of law enforcement officers rushed to the scene and pressed Dormammu in place on the spot, "Dormammu, you are suspected of intentionally disrupting the order of Cybertron. ”

"It's compensation or jail."

"Since you didn't cause any damage, you can also choose to repair the ground that you have damaged."

“……”

Dormammu leaned down, touched the ground with both hands, and used great force to absorb the sunken ground little by little.

"I will definitely become a god, because I am a god."

Dormammu was haunted, and there was a pop and the ground was repaired little by little by Dormammu.

……

Bloodfield.

Dormammu's wish will soon come true if nothing else, because when the new Cybertron Star is formed, the dark dimension will not be of much significance, and the dark dimension is only a layer of space in the main universe after all, and it cannot cover the Cybertron star the size of the universe.

Therefore, Donnie will abandon the dark dimension at that time, and transfer the Nirvana universe to fit into Cybertron, and it is best to stuff the Spirit of Existence into the core of Cybertron, but the Spirit of Existence will hardly agree.

When the time comes, Dormammu will naturally be able to take back the Dark Dimension and continue to be his seventh-level Dark Monarch.

In the blood domain, a giant planet is slowly taking shape, at first glance it looks a little rough, but it is constantly improving at an alarming speed, this all-metal steel monster, just so quietly across the blood domain.

The countless clouds of terrifying matter easily converged into a sphere larger than a galaxy, and under Downey's control, they continued to gather and become a part of the planet.

Downey is serious and meticulous in building the planet.

The observer frog figure, who didn't know when he entered the bloodfield on a spaceship, stayed not far from Donnie, carefully recording the whole process.

"That's a great handiwork...... Frog Figure recorded as his big head shook from time to time, revealing a look of amazement.

The total matter of a hundred universes is used to build a cohesive giant planet, which can already be called "creation".

An eighth-level only god created the world with his own hands, this scene is a grand occasion, and the frog figure who is keen to join in the fun will certainly not let go, and personally pilots the spaceship to observe the record.

Donnie glanced at the frog in surprise and asked, "How did you know I was here?" ”

The blood domain is too huge, out of the main universe, the ghost knows the east, west, north and south, if there is no eighth-level level, it is easy to get lost in this vast blood-colored world.

Frog Tu replied: "The observer clan has many means, and your movement is so big, it is not difficult to find your traces, and we observers do this." ”

Donnie nodded noncommittally and turned his head away, continuing to focus on the task at hand.

But in my heart, a guess was quietly confirmed.

"Sure enough, the 'Observer Medal', the only artifact of the eighth level, is most likely in the hands of the frog map......

Donnie thought silently.