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Chapter 414: Dormammu, You Will Die!
From the memories of the Divine Knights, Dormammu seemed to have ignited some terrifying latent attribute. He, who found pleasure in destroying planets, was gradually moving toward another extreme.
"Interesting, truly interesting… Savior of the Universe, on par with Trigon, and… the 'master of that despicable Sorcerer Supreme'? And he was even fucking magnanimous enough to spare that Tony's life?"
Tony's expression gradually darkened, his face twitching as he let out a cold chuckle. The chill, like a bone-piercing winter wind, made even the twelve Divine Knights shiver.
The first two claims, at most, just annoyed Tony. The time was now ripe to build the planet Cybertron. He would lead the new race of Transformers to conquer the Universe, rampage across the Multiverse, and finally storm the Sphere of the Gods.
This process required a certain amount of reputation. He took Cybertron very seriously, not just for his original intention and obsession, but also for the future.
If all went as planned, his future divine name would be the "God of Cybertron," similar to Darkseid's "God of Apokolips."
But if he let this bastard Dormammu, with his newly ignited terrible attribute, spout bullshit, sooner or later the entire Universe would know that the master of Cybertron was a massive asshole.
And what Tony found most ludicrous was the third claim—the master of Sorcerer Supreme Tony? Magnanimously spared Tony's life?
Hehehe…
Dormammu, you're digging your own grave. You can't blame me for this…
Tony let out a chilling laugh. His tone was saturated with thick killing intent, and with it, a tiny sliver of information leaked out inadvertently. It instantly caused the drunkards who were staggering closer to explode, not even their souls were spared, directly washed away by the massive amount of information and reduced to countless primitive soul particles.
Even a single leaked sliver was an aggregation of everything inside and outside the entire Multiverse, a collection of endless dimensions and worlds of all sizes. On top of that were the incalculable timelines, involving countless versions of Tony at countless points in time, the different choices made by those infinite Tonys, and the countless false and real worlds they created.
Even the tiniest sliver could easily destroy a vast number of multiversal beings.
In fact, describing the leaked substance as an information aggregate was already a refined and scientific way of putting it. To be blunt, Tony was a super humanoid walking virus library, the kind that could poison an entire galaxy on a whim.
In the future, once he ascended to Level Seven and had his own divine name, even this Universe would struggle to contain him.
After all, the full title for Level Seven was "Single Universe Level"—a being whose individual might was comparable to an entire universe. And that wasn't even mentioning a Level Seven Singular God.
For this reason, for the Collector to have been able to "collect" Tony back then, God knows what price he had paid.
Tony glanced at the tattered and worn-out knights. With a thought, his unique cells converged, and the mysterious unique ability shone in the darkness. In an instant, the twelve battered knights were restored to their original state, their strength even greater than before.
In terms of defense, at the very least, these knights—built from the disassembled parts of the Destroyer Armor and following a path of divine power—now possessed near-Level Seven defensive capabilities.
"Go find Raven and the others, then bring them to me," Tony ordered. "As for me, I'm going to kill that bastard Dormammu!"
A hint of viciousness already colored Tony's face. Although he could currently only barely contain his information aggregate, everything he saw was overlaid with endless copies and afterimages—the quantum vortex and fission caused by every object and every life, the copied multiverses, the new timelines born without any living being's awareness.
But the current Tony could destroy Dormammu with one hand, no problem.
Even if he barged into the Dark Dimension, he could fight Dormammu head-on with his Level Six body.
Dormammu? That idiot is so dead!
He must die!
Tony shot into the air, aimed in one direction, and charged forward. He instantly surpassed ten times the speed of light and only got faster, soon reaching fifteen times the speed of light. This speed could already match the Quicksilver of five years ago.
Of course, Quicksilver's speed still had great potential for growth, with the theoretical maximum being the speed of light, but whether this universe's Quicksilver could ever reach it was still an unknown.
Perhaps Tony would be able to reach and even surpass the speed of light before him.
A stunning energy streak cut across the sky, carrying a dreadful killing intent as it howled toward Dormammu, who was busy boasting in Nowhere.
Along the way, information, both important and unimportant, streamed across the buildings on both sides. Usually, it was messages like "Mercenary XX accepts Mission XX."
But what Tony saw were all headlines that left him speechless.
*"Shocking! On the Day of World's End, the Sorcerer Supreme Fled Without a Fight!"* — Kree Empire Office in Nowhere
…What's with this strong Daily Bugle style? And this headline… it gives me a familiar sense of déjà vu…
At that moment, Dormammu walked out of the most prosperous place in Nowhere like the center of attention. His obsidian body and flaming head accentuated his supreme majesty and the bearing of a powerhouse.
His every move attracted a large group of mindless fans.
Dormammu looked down on his surroundings with arrogance. Seeing the flashing headlines that spared no effort in slandering his nemesis made him inwardly gloat.
He felt as if he had found a new world. This was so much better than desperately destroying planets to find a sense of existence and honor.
"Dormammu!!!"
Before Dormammu could let out his customary few words of lament, a suppressed, cold laugh echoed from above.
Immediately after, a figure slammed into the ground. A terrifying hurricane followed sluggishly behind, slicing like a blade, sending the thousands of beings present flying and leaving them covered in wounds.
Tony's demon-like body, stepping on the earth riddled with rifts, looked as if he had crossed over from the depths of Hell. His eyes were filled with a profound killing intent.
Power gathered in his slightly raised palm, vibrating, rampaging. Every hair on his body stood on end, as sharp as Adamantium, radiating a bone-chilling cold.
Dormammu froze for a moment, then his expression changed drastically. With a trace of fear, he roared, "Tony, it really is you! I knew you were hiding in Nowhere! I came here to find you!"
That part was actually true. Dormammu wanted to find Tony, and then kill him…
After Trigon's death, Dormammu had specifically traveled to various parts of the universe to gather information, then followed the mysterious aura that Tony had dissipated. He eventually tracked it to the galaxy where Nowhere was located.
Lord Dormammu was so clever. If he didn't take this opportunity while Tony was "heavily injured" to eliminate his lifelong enemy, he would truly be an idiot.
He might never get another chance.
For some reason, Dormammu had a faint feeling that Tony was an even more shameless and difficult nemesis to deal with than the Ancient One.
The Ancient One at least had some sense of shame; when she stole a bit of the power of darkness, she did it sneakily, terrified that others would find out.
But Tony? Forget stealing, he had fucking robbed people more than once! And every single time, he acted so damn righteous about it!
An enemy more shameless, more insidious, and more calculating than the Ancient One…
(end of chapter)
From the memories of the Divine Knights, Dormammu seemed to have ignited some terrifying latent attribute. He, who found pleasure in destroying planets, was gradually moving toward another extreme.
"Interesting, truly interesting… Savior of the Universe, on par with Trigon, and… the 'master of that despicable Sorcerer Supreme'? And he was even fucking magnanimous enough to spare that Tony's life?"
Tony's expression gradually darkened, his face twitching as he let out a cold chuckle. The chill, like a bone-piercing winter wind, made even the twelve Divine Knights shiver.
The first two claims, at most, just annoyed Tony. The time was now ripe to build the planet Cybertron. He would lead the new race of Transformers to conquer the Universe, rampage across the Multiverse, and finally storm the Sphere of the Gods.
This process required a certain amount of reputation. He took Cybertron very seriously, not just for his original intention and obsession, but also for the future.
If all went as planned, his future divine name would be the "God of Cybertron," similar to Darkseid's "God of Apokolips."
But if he let this bastard Dormammu, with his newly ignited terrible attribute, spout bullshit, sooner or later the entire Universe would know that the master of Cybertron was a massive asshole.
And what Tony found most ludicrous was the third claim—the master of Sorcerer Supreme Tony? Magnanimously spared Tony's life?
Hehehe…
Dormammu, you're digging your own grave. You can't blame me for this…
Tony let out a chilling laugh. His tone was saturated with thick killing intent, and with it, a tiny sliver of information leaked out inadvertently. It instantly caused the drunkards who were staggering closer to explode, not even their souls were spared, directly washed away by the massive amount of information and reduced to countless primitive soul particles.
Even a single leaked sliver was an aggregation of everything inside and outside the entire Multiverse, a collection of endless dimensions and worlds of all sizes. On top of that were the incalculable timelines, involving countless versions of Tony at countless points in time, the different choices made by those infinite Tonys, and the countless false and real worlds they created.
Even the tiniest sliver could easily destroy a vast number of multiversal beings.
In fact, describing the leaked substance as an information aggregate was already a refined and scientific way of putting it. To be blunt, Tony was a super humanoid walking virus library, the kind that could poison an entire galaxy on a whim.
In the future, once he ascended to Level Seven and had his own divine name, even this Universe would struggle to contain him.
After all, the full title for Level Seven was "Single Universe Level"—a being whose individual might was comparable to an entire universe. And that wasn't even mentioning a Level Seven Singular God.
For this reason, for the Collector to have been able to "collect" Tony back then, God knows what price he had paid.
Tony glanced at the tattered and worn-out knights. With a thought, his unique cells converged, and the mysterious unique ability shone in the darkness. In an instant, the twelve battered knights were restored to their original state, their strength even greater than before.
In terms of defense, at the very least, these knights—built from the disassembled parts of the Destroyer Armor and following a path of divine power—now possessed near-Level Seven defensive capabilities.
"Go find Raven and the others, then bring them to me," Tony ordered. "As for me, I'm going to kill that bastard Dormammu!"
A hint of viciousness already colored Tony's face. Although he could currently only barely contain his information aggregate, everything he saw was overlaid with endless copies and afterimages—the quantum vortex and fission caused by every object and every life, the copied multiverses, the new timelines born without any living being's awareness.
But the current Tony could destroy Dormammu with one hand, no problem.
Even if he barged into the Dark Dimension, he could fight Dormammu head-on with his Level Six body.
Dormammu? That idiot is so dead!
He must die!
Tony shot into the air, aimed in one direction, and charged forward. He instantly surpassed ten times the speed of light and only got faster, soon reaching fifteen times the speed of light. This speed could already match the Quicksilver of five years ago.
Of course, Quicksilver's speed still had great potential for growth, with the theoretical maximum being the speed of light, but whether this universe's Quicksilver could ever reach it was still an unknown.
Perhaps Tony would be able to reach and even surpass the speed of light before him.
A stunning energy streak cut across the sky, carrying a dreadful killing intent as it howled toward Dormammu, who was busy boasting in Nowhere.
Along the way, information, both important and unimportant, streamed across the buildings on both sides. Usually, it was messages like "Mercenary XX accepts Mission XX."
But what Tony saw were all headlines that left him speechless.
*"Shocking! On the Day of World's End, the Sorcerer Supreme Fled Without a Fight!"* — Kree Empire Office in Nowhere
…What's with this strong Daily Bugle style? And this headline… it gives me a familiar sense of déjà vu…
At that moment, Dormammu walked out of the most prosperous place in Nowhere like the center of attention. His obsidian body and flaming head accentuated his supreme majesty and the bearing of a powerhouse.
His every move attracted a large group of mindless fans.
Dormammu looked down on his surroundings with arrogance. Seeing the flashing headlines that spared no effort in slandering his nemesis made him inwardly gloat.
He felt as if he had found a new world. This was so much better than desperately destroying planets to find a sense of existence and honor.
"Dormammu!!!"
Before Dormammu could let out his customary few words of lament, a suppressed, cold laugh echoed from above.
Immediately after, a figure slammed into the ground. A terrifying hurricane followed sluggishly behind, slicing like a blade, sending the thousands of beings present flying and leaving them covered in wounds.
Tony's demon-like body, stepping on the earth riddled with rifts, looked as if he had crossed over from the depths of Hell. His eyes were filled with a profound killing intent.
Power gathered in his slightly raised palm, vibrating, rampaging. Every hair on his body stood on end, as sharp as Adamantium, radiating a bone-chilling cold.
Dormammu froze for a moment, then his expression changed drastically. With a trace of fear, he roared, "Tony, it really is you! I knew you were hiding in Nowhere! I came here to find you!"
That part was actually true. Dormammu wanted to find Tony, and then kill him…
After Trigon's death, Dormammu had specifically traveled to various parts of the universe to gather information, then followed the mysterious aura that Tony had dissipated. He eventually tracked it to the galaxy where Nowhere was located.
Lord Dormammu was so clever. If he didn't take this opportunity while Tony was "heavily injured" to eliminate his lifelong enemy, he would truly be an idiot.
He might never get another chance.
For some reason, Dormammu had a faint feeling that Tony was an even more shameless and difficult nemesis to deal with than the Ancient One.
The Ancient One at least had some sense of shame; when she stole a bit of the power of darkness, she did it sneakily, terrified that others would find out.
But Tony? Forget stealing, he had fucking robbed people more than once! And every single time, he acted so damn righteous about it!
An enemy more shameless, more insidious, and more calculating than the Ancient One…
(end of chapter)
