A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

Chapter 967 I-Imitation Fake

Surrender... or die?

For many people, the choice is the most harrowing.

But for Domamu, the lord of darkness, 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..."

Domamu wanted to struggle again, after all, he still had a bit of self-esteem.

As the master of the dark dimension and one of the overlords of the multiverse, it is a shame to be planted in this kind of place!

However, before Domamu finished speaking, blue flames suddenly rose from the usurped altar.

Whoohoo!

The flames burned by the high-density spiritual particles are a kind of torture for any soul.

"You seem...not to hear me clearly." Lord slowly came to the altar of usurping, raised his hand and condensed a blue spear.

Puff puff puff puff...

Dozens of azure blue light spears pierced through Dormammu's flaming body.

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

Being directly pierced by the light spear, and burning violently with blue flames, he was tortured so much that life was worse than death.

"I don't want to repeat it a second time."

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

Repeating it again and again, he was a little bored.

Zuo Zuo is just an experiment, but because of Dormammu's outstanding strength, he tried it many times. If this guy still refuses, it's a big deal to find another chance in the future and just change to someone else.

"I...surrender!"

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

"I can't hear you clearly."

Lord's eyes were cold, and he raised his hand to manipulate the usurpation of the altar, and once again strengthened the intensity of the plunder.

"Ahhh..." Dormammu was in pain, and the flame figure twisted and twitched.

That cyan flame was terrifying enough to die, penetrating into the soul like a tarsal maggot, tearing it apart and burning it inch by inch. If it wasn't a magic flame right now, it would be burnt up in minutes.

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

"Still...can't hear you."

Lord smiled slightly, continued to increase the speed of plundering, and added a fire to the inside by the way.

Looking at the screaming and distorted Domamu in the usurping altar, thinking about the treatment of Sun Dasheng in the gossip furnace, it was nothing more than that.

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

Dormammu didn't hesitate at all, and howled in horror: "Stop it, please, stop it, no matter what you do, I promise you, ahhh...I O power!"

This guy... is a monster!

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

"There is only one chance."

Lord raised his hand to undo the usurping of the altar, threw the golden cup full of blood wine to the weak Dormammu, and said lightly: "I hope you will not disappoint my expectations, next time...but just Not so lucky."

"Huchi...huchi...."

Dormammu's flame has shrunk several times, panting heavily with lingering fear.

It's not that he didn't think of resisting or running away.

But when he mustered up the courage to raise his head and bumped into those gilded golden eyes, his heart trembled for no reason, just like the moment when he saw the god of the underworld when he was young many years ago. .

With just one look, His life can be erased.

That's... the smell of death!

Lord was not worried about him escaping at all. If Dormammu betrayed again, he had one last resort.

The hell chain wrapped around the arm, once it hits the target, will drag the target into hell forcibly, and no one can escape unless they break free with great strength.

But obviously, Dormammu doesn't have this.

Looking at the golden cup filled with blood wine, Dormammu's face made of flames twisted violently dozens of times, and finally heaved a long sigh, holding the cup with both hands and drinking it up.

Goo... Goo... Goo...

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

Don't ask how he drank the liquid in the state of magic flames, anyway, that's the situation.

"That... I'm done." After finishing his drink, Dormammu 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 doesn't seem to be." Dormammu shook his head, but soon his face changed slightly, and he said in surprise: "No...no, it seems to be engraved in the depths of my soul. One word!"

"What text?"

Lord's eyes brightened slightly, it seemed that he guessed right.

Sure enough, his blood wine, like Juhabach, can bestow special holy words on those who drink it.

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

"Fake...Imitation?"

Lord pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, "So, your holy text is a fake of I-Imitation!"

The original ability of the word I is Iron, meaning 'steel', which can transform itself into steel.

But now, I has become an Imitation fake.

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

"Imitation counterfeit?" Dormammu was stunned for a moment, and asked in doubt: "The holy text... is the name of this kind of power?"

"Yes, whoever drinks the blood wine can share my soul."

Lord opened his arms, grinned, and said: "And those who share my soul will emerge with powerful words in the depths of their souls. This is the power of our 'Quinciants', collectively referred to as 'Holy Words'." '!"

"So it's this kind of power..."

In Dormammu's palm, a blue flame emerged, and the pupils reflected the jumping flames.

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

As a genius wizard, he had learned countless dark magics, so his learning speed was very fast. In just a few seconds, he mastered many almost instinctive skills of the Quincy Master that were branded 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 flame exploded, and he laughed wildly: "As long as I have this power, I can swallow more worlds, maybe... I can go one step further and become Overlord of the multiverse!"

Smiling and laughing, Dormammu suddenly came to his senses, looked at Lord gratefully, then knelt and licked without hesitation: "Thank you, Master, for giving me strength!"

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

"Yes, Master."

Domamu shouted shamelessly, and then said: "My holy text 'fake' can designate a certain object, make a replica and store it. The degree of similarity of the replica depends on my magic power input, the highest No more than 80%."

"An object...an interesting description."

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

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