"Good, very good." Mephisto is happy that he will harvest two demigod souls.

The demonic pact power has tightly bound Dormammu, the monarch of the dark dimension, who has been forced to do it anymore, watching himself be branded as Donny.

This humiliation and unbelievable situation almost drove the arrogant Dormammu crazy. He wanted to open his mouth to shout Donnie's secret, but Donnie glared at him, all his words in his mouth, and the power of the contract prevented him from saying a word until Donnie gave the order.

Donnie's omnipresent control made him almost spurt out a mouthful of blood.

Shame, shame.

He was countered by a reptile and became a slave of the other party.

"Mephisto, you bastard, I won't let you go!" Dormammu gritted his teeth and glared at Mephisto with red eyes.

If it hadn't been for this demon's intervention, he would have gotten everything he wanted!

Damn bastards, despicable demons!

I can't scold Donny, I can only scold Mephisto for being addicted.

"To the devil, invincing is the most wonderful compliment." Mephisto looked happy and beckoned to Donnie, "Donnie, take your slave and follow me back to Hell." You will follow the great Mephisto and make a name for himself in Hell, ruling over countless planets, and your great name will spread throughout the multiverse. ”

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

Dormammu and Donnie sneered at the same time, it was a big pie, and it was a little too big.

Donnie held Dormammu's head with one hand, and with the other, pulled a chain of something out of the other's soul.

If it is in the physical state, it is impossible to see this thing, only the soul state can barely feel it, and then touch and control it.

Only the soul of a demigod can touch something that is in touch with the rules.

The reason why a demigod is a demigod is because of the sharp change in his soul, many things, the demigod level is the lowest threshold, even if Donnie is forcibly promoted by external forces, it is also a demigod.

"Devour my power, and when I am promoted to a demigod, I will take my dark core...... The wool came out of the sheep, and in the end the sheep were killed, you calculated everything, where did you come from, it's so insidious! Domammu watched his power being deprived little by little, and wanted to insult, but he couldn't.

The power of the contract did not allow him to insult his master, and Donnie's occasional glance was also accompanied by a strong warning.

The power of the Tinder Source began to skyrocket, and Dormammu's soul power, through the analysis of the Tinder Source, and then Downey absorbed, put an end to Dormammu's careful thinking.

Dormammu looked at the source of fire with red eyes, a look of longing, helplessness and grievance. It's this thing that makes him fail.

Mephisto glanced at the Dark Core and lost interest. His hobby is to deceive souls, especially the kind of process of playing sad souls, which is very beautiful.

He was more interested in the source of the fire at this time, and the thing between existence and non-existence, which had begun to fade, was still stubbornly radiating light.

Moreover, it seems that because of Donnie's promotion to demigod, even the source of the fire bound to Downey has begun to change and evolve.

A force of rules erupts and disappears, fragile, vague, but real.

Mephisto looked happy, the two demigod souls, plus an unknown soul-enhancing treasure that seemed to be able to be used many times, were his.

Yes, he also thought that the Tinder Source was a disposable, but it seems that it can be used many times, which is good.

"Follow me back to hell, you used the demonic contract I left behind, your soul belongs to me and cannot be violated. Don't try to play any tricks, it's useless. Mephisto said.

Dormammu glanced at Donnie and then at Mephisto, sneering.

"You are too arrogant, how strong can a parchment scroll made with your body as the source of the contract be?" Dormammu sneered.

"It's more than enough to bind you two demigods, and I think Donnie is a smart man, otherwise he wouldn't have used this ancient pact of mine. To be honest, this kind of contract has been left behind me for many years, and I didn't expect that one day it would be used again. Mephisto said.

With a tap of the cane, a wave of magic began to brew, and Mephisto began to transmit messages to the body. Two demigod souls, his weak clone who has exhausted all his energy wants to bring it back, it is very difficult, it is better to let the main body come over.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any plans to go back to hell with you, on the contrary, I want to kill you here......"

Finally, Donnie pulled all the dark cores out of Dormammu's body and held them tightly in his hands in the gesture of a soul.

Demigod-level souls are already qualified to fuse the rule core of this manifestation. As long as he absorbs it with peace of mind and endures it for a few years, it is enough to be promoted to the seventh level - although it is the seventh level that cannot leave the dark dimension, it is also strong enough.

Mephisto looked up, his tall body, and looked at Donnie condescendingly, his expression gradually becoming gloomy, and even with a hint of chill.

"That's how you speak to your master? How dare you refuse the great demon lord Mephisto? Mephisto said in a cold voice.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Dormammu sneered.

His perception of Donnie is that he is a cunning bastard, worse than a demon, and he definitely doesn't believe that Downey has no hole cards to counter at all......

"Quiet, Dormammu, you slave of slaves." Mephisto said majestically.

What the?!

Dormammu was in a hurry and cursed.

What is a slave of a slave?

If it weren't for the great drop in his strength, he would have slaughtered Mephisto's incarnation in minutes.

Donnie spoke again: "In Hell, you're just a small character, let alone an avatar here...... All your energy is spent on Dormammu, and I was able to become a demigod thanks to your help. ”

Mephisto stared at Donnie for a moment, and let out a sad laugh: "What do you think the contract is, even if I am an incarnation, I can easily control your soul. ”

As he spoke, his heart moved, and the demon symbol wrapped around Donnie's soul began to wriggle strangely.

Donnie snorted, holding back the pain. The power of being controlled by people to control life and death is really uncomfortable.

"You know how I feel, right?" Dormammu said sarcastically, "If you have any hole cards, use them quickly, such as the Heavenly Holy Water that breaks the contract?" The Holy Grail of Soul Washing? Or is it a substitute for death witchcraft? I don't want to go to hell, and if I go there, I'll never want to go back to the multiverse, and the wall of speed will seal our way back. ”

"Hole cards?" Donnie looked surprised, "You seem to have misunderstood, where do I have any hole cards?" ”

Dormammu: "???!!! ”()

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