Marvel: I have a serious mental illness

Crimson Hell.

Cytorak is sitting on the crimson throne, eyes closed, taking a nap.

A huge bronze round table was placed in front of Cytorak. In addition to the crimson throne under Cytorak, there were nine simple thrones of different colors and shapes around the bronze round table.

Each throne represents the highest latitude, each throne symbolizes the greatness of hell, and each throne carries a fierce power.

Each throne is engraved with mysterious totems, strange scenes, and twisted words.

Each throne has its own owner, a monarch-level demon who has reached the top of hell.

The closer the throne is to the Crimson Throne, the stronger the monarch on the throne will be, and the closer the distance between the monarch on the throne and Cytorak will be.

The two thrones closest to Cytorak, one is pitch black, with a scarlet eye carved in the center of the throne. This is the seat of Dormammu, the monarch of the dark latitude.

The other one is in brilliant gold, with a pair of black wings engraved in the center of the throne. This is the seat of Lucifer, the monarch of the fallen latitude.

Among the ten hells, the two monarchs Dormammu and Lucifer are second only to Cytorak.

"boom!"

A violent roar sounded.

A jet-black thunder streaked across the sky of the crimson hell, and then a huge gap opened in the sky. It looked like a mysterious eye appeared out of thin air on the blood-red sky.

A ball of extremely dense black energy burst in from the cracks and slowly fell next to Cytorak.

The black energy turned into a demon wearing a black robe.

The demon's face is very distorted and ugly, with a scarlet eye in the center of his face.

This demon is none other than the monarch of the dark latitude, the evil mage Dormammu who created the black magic system.

"Sytorak, long time no see..."

Dormammu sat on the Dark Throne, tilted his head slightly, and stared at Cytorak with his scarlet eyes, his voice was extremely hoarse.

"Dormammu, long time no see... Your condition doesn't look very good. Did you lose to Ancient One again?"

Cytorac opened his eyes, a smile appeared on his lips, and asked in a low voice.

Cytorak's tone was full of teasing.

"Hmph, if Ancient One didn't have the Time Stone in his hand, none of the ten of them combined would be a match for Dormammu."

"Settorak, you rang the Crimson Bell and convened a demon assembly. Could it be that you were just trying to mock me, Dormammu!"

"If that's the case, I'll leave now. I, Dormammu, am not the kind of little character you can mock at will! I, Dormammu, am not the kind of shameless Mephisto who has no limits and can endure any abuse.

coward!"

"Settorak, do you want to start a war with Dormammu?"

Dormammu was in pain when he was touched by Cytorak, and instantly lost his mind. With a ferocious face, he roared at Cytorak angrily.

The black mage robe Dormammu was wearing was also rolling wildly at this moment, and each powerful and ferocious black magic was performed in an instant.

The dark latitude of Dormammu is rushing towards the crimson hell of Cytorak.

Dormammu is like a volcano about to erupt, and the magical energy in his body is like the hot magma, always exuding a violent and ferocious aura of destruction.

The most unacceptable thing in Dormammu's life is the fact that he was defeated by the Ancient One. He is the god of black magic who created the black magic system. In the field of magic, he is a great existence named after the trinity Weishan Emperor.

He has always been compared with Emperor Weishan. He was never defeated by Emperor Weishan, but he was defeated by Emperor Weishan's apprentice Gu Yi. He was played with by Ancient Yi like a mouse with the time stone. He was like a string.

Gu Yi has been leading him by the nose like a puppet.

Although Ancient One used the power of the Time Stone many times in his battle with Ancient One, he did not use white magic to defeat Dormammu.

But Dormammu still couldn't bear this matter, because no matter what, he was defeated by Ancient One.

It's not that Dormammu cannot accept failure. On his way from a human mage to the Lord of Latitudes, he encountered countless powerful enemies and experienced countless painful defeats.

Those failures made him strong and great.

But some failures are never acceptable, just like the failure experienced in ancient times.

Dormammu was not defeated by a being of the same level, but was defeated by a being lower than himself. This is the biggest shame in Dormammu's life, and it is also a shame that he has never been able to accept.

The Ancient One is the biggest pain in Dormammu's heart, and the Ancient One is the mountain in Dormammu's heart that can never be climbed.

As the monarch of the dark latitude and the great mage who created the black magic system, Dormammu hates white magic and the trinity Weishan Emperor.

He hated the apostle of Emperor Weishan, the Supreme Master of the Mage Holy Land Kama Taj, and the Ancient One Mage who brought him failure, even to the core of his hatred.

The Ancient One is like a sharp thorn, piercing into Dormammu's heart. This sharp thorn brings indescribable pain to Dormammu every moment. This sharp thorn

Tormenting Dormammu's spirit and soul every moment.

This is the reason why Dormammu loses control of his emotions, and this is the reason why Dormammu is angry and dissatisfied with Cytorak.

"Dormammu, are you still unable to accept your failure? Are you still unable to accept your failure to check the Ancient One?"

"If you continue to maintain this angry and dissatisfied mood, and you are unable to face your own failures, then the distance between you and me will become farther and farther, and you will never be able to catch up with me."

"Dormammu, it's not shameful to lose to Ancient One. Face yourself, and formally meet Ancient One. Dormammu, during the days when you were a human being, your qualifications were not as good as Ancient One's, so it's normal for you to be defeated by Ancient One.

matter."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Although you created the black magic system and are regarded as the god of black magic, you have not completely mastered black magic or the dark latitude!

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"You have not yet reached the realm of the Trinity Weishan Emperor... and no one in the magic field can reach the realm of Weishan Emperor..."

"After all, three different creatures merge into one, mutually beneficial and symbiotic, always maintaining the same beliefs and the same heart... This is definitely a miracle that cannot be replicated!"

"Dormammu, you are one person, not three people... Therefore, you can never surpass the Trinity Weishan Emperor."

"However, that was before, but now it is completely different. Your chance has come, your chance to surpass Weishan Emperor has come, your chance to defeat Ancient Yi has come."

A smile appeared on Cytorak's lips, he looked at Dormammu and spoke slowly.

"Cytorak, the opportunity you are talking about is to devour that soul?"

"That soul was so alluring that I couldn't help but swallow my saliva. I smelled the aura of the supreme master of the magic field on his body, and I smelled a trace of transcendence on his body."

"Huh... Cytorak, I also smell a trace of the possibility of creating infinite creation in him. It is a possibility that can rival the infinite gods. He has a large amount of authority over the law of time."

"Cytorak, there are indeed many benefits to devouring him, but I dare to assert that this is definitely not an easy task."

"Because in addition to the alluring aroma, I also felt an unparalleled power from that soul, a very terrifying crisis, a rich darkness, and a mysterious unknown fear."

"Oh, Cytorak, in addition to his own power, Ancient One's state this time is also very different. A very terrifying magic is brewing in her body."

Dormammu licked his lips gently, blinked his scarlet eyes, and spoke slowly.

"Dormammu, your feeling is correct. The nature of this soul is extraordinary, and Ancient One's state this time is also extraordinary. This is why I rang the Crimson Bell? Why did I convene the Demon Conference?"

"For our future, for us to realize the evolution of the origin of life, and for us to break through our own limitations, this time the hell monarchs must unite and work together. This is also our opportunity for revenge."

"Dormammu, as the Lords of Latitudes, we are immortal beings. We don't have to worry about dying. We don't need to care about how serious the injuries are to our bodies, nor how much pain we feel from the wounds.

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"These are things we can endure, because time will heal every scar on our bodies, and time will tolerate all our hardships, hardships and failures."

Cytorak reached out and touched his chest. There was a huge scar on his heart. He didn't care about the heartbreaking pain. He only cared about whether he could become the creation god who transcended everything.

"Hahaha... Cytorak, you are right. Infinite time and immortal life are the greatest assets of latitude monarchs like us."

"Cytorak, I am not interested in that soul. I am only interested in whether I can defeat Ancient One this time, whether I can give Ancient One a painful price, and whether I can give Ancient One an immortal scar."

"I want her to experience the taste of failure. We'd better kill Ancient One and kill this thief who has been stealing the power of the Dark Latitude."

"Cytorac, how much has your strength recovered to? What level has it reached now?"

"Cytorak, as long as you can kill the Ancient One this time, I will help you devour this soul full of miracles."

Dormammu gritted his teeth, and his scarlet eyes revealed powerful hatred. His hatred for the Ancient One had exceeded his desire for the evolution of his own life.

"My strength?"

"I have recovered to 50% of my peak strength. Although I have not yet returned to the stage of complete victory, compared with the last time when Ancient Yi and Emperor Weishan entered hell, I am at least a hundred times stronger.

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"This strength is enough to deal with Gu Yi. Even if Gu Yi is in an unknown state now, he will definitely not be my opponent..."

"Dormammu, I've made a promise. This time I will go all out and use all the authority of the Crimson Hell to bury the Ancient One here, and you will help me devour that soul."

"Dormammu, when I become Satan and a legend that has never appeared in hell, you will become the highest in the hell dimension after me. You will be inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people.

of greatness.”

"Except for me, all the kings of hell will surrender to you, and except for me, all the kings of hell will loudly praise you for everything."

Cyttorak clenched his fists, a smile appeared on his lips, his voice was sonorous and powerful, and he exuded unparalleled confidence.

Crimson power surged wildly in his body, bloody magma instantly filled the entire hell, and black thunder penetrated the red sky.

Everything is demonstrating the power of Cytorak, and the Crimson Hell is giving out the most ardent praise for its monarch and its master.

"Hoo ho ho..."

"Cytorak, it's a deal, I look forward to your performance."

Dormammu stared at Cytorak, the Lord of the Crimson Hell, a meaningful light flashed in his scarlet eyes, and a terrifying smile came out of his mouth.

Satan?

Cytorak, I, Dormammu, am the one to become Satan.

Relying on the method of devouring souls to realize the evolution of the origin of life is only a narrow path, because it is a path with a peak and limitations.

The Lord of Latitude wants to break through his own limitations, wants to enhance the origin of life, and wants to break the indestructible barrier infinitely set up by the Creator God.

There is only one way, and that is to use its own latitude to swallow the material world and the earth.

Use the infinite energy in your body, the infinite energy from the Infinite God, to devour the material world created by the Eternal God, steal the power of time authority and space authority, and let these two powers merge with each other, and finally combine these two powers in

A cyclic and balanced energy system forms in the body.

This is the most correct way and also the only way.

As long as Ancient One dies and the earth loses this great protector, then my dark dimension can instantly descend to the material world, devour the material world, and complete the evolution of the essence of life.

The power of black magic stolen by Ancient One will return to my body again, and I will also master the complete power of black magic again.

It's even possible for me to get Chaos Magic.

Chaos magic is really a great energy.

Dormammu had witnessed the vast power of Chaos Magic. Chaos Magic seriously injured Cytorak, the Lord of the Crimson Hell, in an instant.

The Cytorak at that time was still the Cytorak in its heyday.

Cytorak at his peak is a terrifying existence that can suppress the monarchs of all latitudes by himself.

The peak of Cytorak's reputation resounded throughout the multiverse. His strength made his enemies feel naked fear and did not dare to resist.

But such a powerful being was seriously injured by chaos magic in an instant.

How powerful is chaos magic? No one knows.

Chaos magic is full of unknowns, just like the X in the number.