The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Surrender...or die?

For many people, choice is the most painful.

But for the Lord of Darkness, Dormammu, there seems to be only one way before him, and that is to surrender to the other party.

"If I surrender to you, can I..."

Dormammu still wants to struggle a little more, after all, he still has a bit of pride.

As the master of the dark dimension and one of the overlords of the multiverse, it is so embarrassing to be trapped in a place like this!

However, before Dormammu had finished speaking, green flames suddenly rose from within the usurpation altar.

Hoo ho ho!

The burning flames of high-density souls are a kind of torture to any soul.

"You seem...didn't hear me clearly." Lord slowly came to the altar of usurpation, raised his hand and condensed a blue light spear.

Puff puff puff puff...

Dozens of blue light spears penetrated Dormammu's flame body.

"Ahhh..." Dormammu's tragic howl instantly resounded throughout the dark dimension.

The light spear penetrated his body directly, and the green flames burned violently. He was immediately tortured to the point of death.

"I don't want to do it again."

Lord said calmly: "If you don't surrender, then go die."

He was getting tired of repeating it again and again.

He was just an experimental subject, but it was because of Dormammu's outstanding strength that he tried many times. If this guy still refused, he would probably find another opportunity in the future and find someone else.

"I...surrender!"

Dormammu almost gritted his teeth, and the hatred in his voice reached the sky.

"Can't hear you clearly."

Lord's eyes were cold, and he raised his hand to control the usurpation of the altar, once again increasing the intensity of the robbery.

"Ahhh..." Dormammu was in agony, and the flaming figure twisted and twitched.

The cyan flame was simply terrifying, seeping into the soul like maggots on the tarsus, tearing it apart and burning it inch by inch. If it wasn't the magical flame now, it would probably be burned out in minutes.

"I surrender! I...surrender!" Dormammu endured the severe pain and shouted tremblingly.

"Still...can't hear it."

Lord smiled slightly and continued to increase the speed of looting, while adding a fire inside.

Looking at the screaming and twisted Dormammu in the usurping altar, I thought about the treatment Sun Dasheng received in the Bagua Furnace, which was nothing more than this.

"I choose to surrender! I choose to surrender!"

Dormammu didn't hesitate at all, howling in extreme horror: "Stop, please, stop quickly, no matter what you do, I promise you, ah ah ah... I

The power of it!”

This guy... is simply a devil!

He has no doubt now that if he hesitates for a few more seconds, he will definitely die!

"There is only one chance."

Lord raised his hand to remove the usurpation altar, threw the golden cup filled with blood wine to the weak Dormammu, and said calmly: "I hope you will not disappoint my expectations, next time... But just

Not so lucky."

"Huchi...huchi..."

Dormammu's flames had shrunk several times, and he was breathing heavily with lingering fear.

It's not like he didn't think about resisting or running away.

But when he mustered up the courage to raise his head and bump into those gilded cold eyes, his heart trembled for no reason, just like the moment when he saw Sithorn, the God of the Underworld, many years ago when he was still weak.

.

Just one look could wipe out His life.

That's... the smell of death!

Lord is not worried about him escaping at all. If Dormammu betrays him again, he has one last solution.

Once the hell chain wrapped around the arm hits the target, it will force the target to be dragged into hell. No one can escape unless they break free with great strength.

But obviously, Dormammu does not have this.

Looking at the golden cup filled with blood wine, Dormammu's face made of flames twisted violently dozens of times. Finally, he let out a deep sigh, held the cup in both hands, raised his head and drank it down.

Gudong... Gudong... Gudong...

Dormammu drank every drop of the blood wine that was infused with the fragments of Lord's soul.

Don't ask how he drank the liquid in the magical flame state, in short, that's the situation.

"Um...I've finished drinking." After Dormammu finished drinking, he was stunned for a few seconds, as if nothing happened.

"Don't you feel anything?"

Lord frowned. Could it be that his idea was wrong?

"Uh... It seems not." Dormammu shook his head, but soon his face changed slightly and he said in surprise: "No... no, deep in my soul, it seems to be engraved

A word!”

"What text?"

Lord's eyes lit up, it seemed that his guess was right.

His blood wine is indeed the same as Yhwach's, which can grant special holy words to those who drink it.

"It's... "I"!" Dormammu seemed to be intoxicated by it, feeling the special power and showing an expression of enjoyment: "I seem to know that its ability is to create a 'fake'.

"

"Fake...Imitation?"

Lord pondered for a moment and smiled: "So that's it, your holy text is a fake I-Imitation!"

The original ability of the word "I" is Iron, which means "steel", and it can turn itself into steel.

But now, I has become an Imitation fake.

I just don’t know, what is the ability of this ‘fake’?

"Fake Imitation?" Dormammu was stunned for a moment and asked doubtfully: "The Holy Words...is the name of this power?"

"Yes, anyone who drinks blood wine can share my soul."

Lord opened his arms, grinned, and said: "Those who share my soul will have powerful words emerging from the depths of their souls. This is the power of our Quincy, collectively known as the 'Holy Words'

'!"

"It turns out to be this kind of power..."

A green flame emerged from Dormammu's palm, and his pupils reflected the dancing firelight.

The jumping green flames sometimes turned into arrows and sometimes turned into light spears.

As a genius wizard, he had learned countless dark magics, so he learned very quickly. In just a few seconds, he mastered many of the Quincy's almost instinctive skills imprinted deep in his soul.

At the same time, Dormammu also understood that the power that hurt his soul was the power of the Quincy.

"It's simply too strong!" Dormammu's excited flames exploded, and he laughed excitedly: "As long as I have this power, I can swallow more worlds, and maybe... I can go one step further and become

Overlord of the Multiverse!"

Smiling, Dormammu suddenly reacted and looked at Lord with a grateful face. Then without thinking, he knelt down and said without any restraint: "Thank you, Master, for giving me power!"

Regarding Dormammu's shamelessness, Lord said that he was almost used to it. He waved his hand and said, "Show me your holy writing ability."

"Yes, Master."

Dormammu shouted without shame, and then said: "My holy text 'fake' can be designated as a certain object, copied and stored. The degree of similarity of the copy depends on my magic input. The maximum

No more than 80%.”

"A certain object...very interesting description."

Lord smiled playfully and said, "If the object is a 'creature' or some kind of 'power', can it be reproduced?"

Dormammu grinned, and the flames twisted and danced: "Of course, my master."