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Chapter 280
chapter 0158 part 1
Chapter 158: Dimensional Demon God, Six Minutes
"10:00:15 10:00:14 10:00:13 10:00:00"
Tang Song stroked the tiger's head, raised his left wrist, and glanced at his watch. Half of the time he had allotted had already passed.
"Lane, Kane, take these two Bone Seals to the Ghoul White Bone Banners in the due east and due west. Use your True Qi to activate the White Bone Banners and spur on the entities within!"
Tang Song took out two bone tokens from his Five Yin Wallet and handed them to Lane and Kane.
"Yes, Boss!"
Lane and Kane stepped forward, each taking a bone token from Tang Song.
The palm-sized bone tokens felt smooth like jade. Upon closer inspection, they were composed of countless tiny white bones, square and regular, resembling ancient military command tokens.
On the front of the Bone Seals, a White Bone Spirit Pattern was outlined in white bone! Lane and Kane held the White Bone Talismanic Seals and walked into the black mist area. Radiance bloomed from the White Bone Talismanic Seals, and the black mist in front of them immediately receded like a tide to both sides.
Revealing two paths leading directly to the Ghoul White Bone Banners—
Lane arrived at the Ghoul White Bone Banner in the due east and poured True Qi into the White Bone Talismanic Seal.
A bird-script rune composed of white light appeared out of thin air on the White Bone Talismanic Seal. This rune spun up and flew, directly covering the banner face of the White Bone Banner.
On the Ghost God Feast painting of the White Bone Banner, a materialized golden token appeared in the hand of the black-clothed ghost god.
"By your command!"
A sound like muffled thunder came from the White Bone Banner.
The White Bone Banner moved without wind, and streams of black energy accelerated downwards. The previously stagnant black mist instantly surged towards the Black Market iron gate—
*Clang!*
The surging black mist instantly knocked the heavy iron gate aside—
Inside the iron gate, a group of Half-orcs looked at the suddenly surging black mist and scattered in panic.
"Don't worry, everyone! There's a wizard barrier outside the Black Market that my Great-Great-Great-Grandfather set up. This black mist can't get in!"
Zangiel raised his thick, fat hand and repeatedly comforted the customers, trying to minimize the impact on the Black Market.
However, no matter how loud Zangiel's voice was, these dark creatures showed no intention of stopping.
The miserable state of that unlucky goblin was still vivid in their minds. They wouldn't entrust their lives to Zangiel's Great-Great-Great-Grandfather, who had been dead for who knows how many years.
Believing an old troll whose rotten bones could be used for drumming? They must have lost their minds!
"A bunch of cowards! My Great-Great-Great-Grandfather borrowed the strength of the Lord of the Dark Dimension, the great Dormammu!"
Zangiel muttered with insufficient confidence, while having a few troll guards temporarily acting as sedan bearers lift him up. His gaze was fixed on the black mist. As soon as the black mist showed any sign of breaking through the wizard barrier set up by his Great-Great-Great-Grandfather, he was ready to escape immediately.
*Hiss hiss hiss hiss—*
The black mist destroyed the iron gate like a destructive force and instantly surged into the Black Market—
Just as the few trolls were so nervous they were about to lift Zangiel and run, the black mist encountered a transparent obstruction! An invisible barrier seemed to surround the Black Market, blocking the invasion of the black mist.
"I knew it!"
Zangiel watched as the black mist changed shape, like being trapped outside a transparent bottle, unable to enter no matter what.
He excitedly pulled a human skull pendant from his neck and kissed it twice while hugging it.
Uh, this miniature head, about the size of an infant's fist, was one of the two heads of his Great-Great-Great-Grandfather. The elders in the family/clan, to thank him for his contribution to the family/clan, specifically dug up his Great-Great-Great-Grandfather's corpse from the grave after the Troll Black Market became successful. They hired a voodoo practitioner from Africa to process one of his heads into this kind of human bone necklace, serving as a family heirloom for the Troll Clan.
This miniature head of Zangiel's Great-Great-Great-Grandfather was also the key to activating the wizard barrier.
Normally, the wizard barrier covering the Troll Black Market was only used to shield it from the attention of ordinary people.
But when facing external enemies, Zangiel could use this miniature head of his Great-Great-Great-Grandfather to borrow the strength of the Lord of the Dark Dimension, strengthening the barrier and making it a solid barrier.
Just like outside now,
Zangiel watched the black mist and the barrier intertwine, making hissing sounds and even producing sparks.
However, no matter how the black mist changed, it couldn't break through the transparent wizard barrier! Seeing that the transparent wizard barrier had defended against the black mist's invasion, Zangiel finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank the great Dormammu!"
Zangiel prayed with rare devotion! Well, if it weren't for this trouble, in Zangiel's mind, Dormammu's status was the same as Satan's.
A little awe, but not much.
Zangiel was a standard pragmatist. Seeing that Dormammu was actually useful, he immediately changed his attitude and raised Dormammu's status in his heart by one notch.
Placing him above Satan.
What Zangiel didn't know was that the reason his Great-Great-Great-Grandfather could borrow the strength of the Lord of the Dark Dimension was that the Lord of the Dark Dimension, Dormammu, was originally a wizard himself. He later accidentally discovered the Dark Dimension and entered it, becoming the master of the Dark Dimension.
He abandoned his original physical body and gained incredibly powerful dark forces.
Back then, Zangiel's Great-Great-Great-Grandfather, that Two-Headed Troll, had a relationship with Dormammu when Dormammu was still a wizard, similar to the current Elf Prince and his Giant Ape.
He was his slave and bodyguard.
After Dormammu became a dimension lord, as the absolute ruler of the Dark Dimension, Dormammu possessed unparalleled and super powerful magic ability. He could obtain pure and infinite mystical energy through the Dark Dimension.
And he could convert energy into invisibility, arbitrarily change his size and shape, control elements, telepathy, dimensional teleportation, resurrect the dead, eternal life, distort reality, destroy galaxies, cross-dimensional teleportation, create other dimensions, and other superpowers.
It could be said that in the Dark Dimension, Dormammu was the absolute deity. In the entire Marvel Universe, he was among the top Skyfather level.
However, after Dormammu became a dimension lord, it became extremely difficult for him to enter the reality world. First, he had to correctly find the position of Earth among countless dimensions.
Just like demons from the Hell Dimension need believers to perform evil rituals to descend, they are also looking for the Dao markers and passages to Earth.
For Dormammu to return and devour the Earth Dimension, the first thing he needs is believers to guide him and show him the way.
Perhaps this was also the reason he lent strength to the Two-Headed Troll after his sudden rise to power—
For Dormammu, the Two-Headed Troll borrowing his strength was like pointing him in a direction.
However, what Dormammu didn't expect was that before he could fully control the Dark Dimension, the Two-Headed Troll had already died of old age! The descendants of the Two-Headed Troll, fattened by the benefits brought by the Troll Black Market, had no intention of studying the dark forces he left behind.
They weren't even his believers. If it weren't for this trouble, Zangiel wouldn't even bother to pray.
"Someone is praying?!"
Chapter 158: Dimensional Demon God, Six Minutes
"10:00:15 10:00:14 10:00:13 10:00:00"
Tang Song stroked the tiger's head, raised his left wrist, and glanced at his watch. Half of the time he had allotted had already passed.
"Lane, Kane, take these two Bone Seals to the Ghoul White Bone Banners in the due east and due west. Use your True Qi to activate the White Bone Banners and spur on the entities within!"
Tang Song took out two bone tokens from his Five Yin Wallet and handed them to Lane and Kane.
"Yes, Boss!"
Lane and Kane stepped forward, each taking a bone token from Tang Song.
The palm-sized bone tokens felt smooth like jade. Upon closer inspection, they were composed of countless tiny white bones, square and regular, resembling ancient military command tokens.
On the front of the Bone Seals, a White Bone Spirit Pattern was outlined in white bone! Lane and Kane held the White Bone Talismanic Seals and walked into the black mist area. Radiance bloomed from the White Bone Talismanic Seals, and the black mist in front of them immediately receded like a tide to both sides.
Revealing two paths leading directly to the Ghoul White Bone Banners—
Lane arrived at the Ghoul White Bone Banner in the due east and poured True Qi into the White Bone Talismanic Seal.
A bird-script rune composed of white light appeared out of thin air on the White Bone Talismanic Seal. This rune spun up and flew, directly covering the banner face of the White Bone Banner.
On the Ghost God Feast painting of the White Bone Banner, a materialized golden token appeared in the hand of the black-clothed ghost god.
"By your command!"
A sound like muffled thunder came from the White Bone Banner.
The White Bone Banner moved without wind, and streams of black energy accelerated downwards. The previously stagnant black mist instantly surged towards the Black Market iron gate—
*Clang!*
The surging black mist instantly knocked the heavy iron gate aside—
Inside the iron gate, a group of Half-orcs looked at the suddenly surging black mist and scattered in panic.
"Don't worry, everyone! There's a wizard barrier outside the Black Market that my Great-Great-Great-Grandfather set up. This black mist can't get in!"
Zangiel raised his thick, fat hand and repeatedly comforted the customers, trying to minimize the impact on the Black Market.
However, no matter how loud Zangiel's voice was, these dark creatures showed no intention of stopping.
The miserable state of that unlucky goblin was still vivid in their minds. They wouldn't entrust their lives to Zangiel's Great-Great-Great-Grandfather, who had been dead for who knows how many years.
Believing an old troll whose rotten bones could be used for drumming? They must have lost their minds!
"A bunch of cowards! My Great-Great-Great-Grandfather borrowed the strength of the Lord of the Dark Dimension, the great Dormammu!"
Zangiel muttered with insufficient confidence, while having a few troll guards temporarily acting as sedan bearers lift him up. His gaze was fixed on the black mist. As soon as the black mist showed any sign of breaking through the wizard barrier set up by his Great-Great-Great-Grandfather, he was ready to escape immediately.
*Hiss hiss hiss hiss—*
The black mist destroyed the iron gate like a destructive force and instantly surged into the Black Market—
Just as the few trolls were so nervous they were about to lift Zangiel and run, the black mist encountered a transparent obstruction! An invisible barrier seemed to surround the Black Market, blocking the invasion of the black mist.
"I knew it!"
Zangiel watched as the black mist changed shape, like being trapped outside a transparent bottle, unable to enter no matter what.
He excitedly pulled a human skull pendant from his neck and kissed it twice while hugging it.
Uh, this miniature head, about the size of an infant's fist, was one of the two heads of his Great-Great-Great-Grandfather. The elders in the family/clan, to thank him for his contribution to the family/clan, specifically dug up his Great-Great-Great-Grandfather's corpse from the grave after the Troll Black Market became successful. They hired a voodoo practitioner from Africa to process one of his heads into this kind of human bone necklace, serving as a family heirloom for the Troll Clan.
This miniature head of Zangiel's Great-Great-Great-Grandfather was also the key to activating the wizard barrier.
Normally, the wizard barrier covering the Troll Black Market was only used to shield it from the attention of ordinary people.
But when facing external enemies, Zangiel could use this miniature head of his Great-Great-Great-Grandfather to borrow the strength of the Lord of the Dark Dimension, strengthening the barrier and making it a solid barrier.
Just like outside now,
Zangiel watched the black mist and the barrier intertwine, making hissing sounds and even producing sparks.
However, no matter how the black mist changed, it couldn't break through the transparent wizard barrier! Seeing that the transparent wizard barrier had defended against the black mist's invasion, Zangiel finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank the great Dormammu!"
Zangiel prayed with rare devotion! Well, if it weren't for this trouble, in Zangiel's mind, Dormammu's status was the same as Satan's.
A little awe, but not much.
Zangiel was a standard pragmatist. Seeing that Dormammu was actually useful, he immediately changed his attitude and raised Dormammu's status in his heart by one notch.
Placing him above Satan.
What Zangiel didn't know was that the reason his Great-Great-Great-Grandfather could borrow the strength of the Lord of the Dark Dimension was that the Lord of the Dark Dimension, Dormammu, was originally a wizard himself. He later accidentally discovered the Dark Dimension and entered it, becoming the master of the Dark Dimension.
He abandoned his original physical body and gained incredibly powerful dark forces.
Back then, Zangiel's Great-Great-Great-Grandfather, that Two-Headed Troll, had a relationship with Dormammu when Dormammu was still a wizard, similar to the current Elf Prince and his Giant Ape.
He was his slave and bodyguard.
After Dormammu became a dimension lord, as the absolute ruler of the Dark Dimension, Dormammu possessed unparalleled and super powerful magic ability. He could obtain pure and infinite mystical energy through the Dark Dimension.
And he could convert energy into invisibility, arbitrarily change his size and shape, control elements, telepathy, dimensional teleportation, resurrect the dead, eternal life, distort reality, destroy galaxies, cross-dimensional teleportation, create other dimensions, and other superpowers.
It could be said that in the Dark Dimension, Dormammu was the absolute deity. In the entire Marvel Universe, he was among the top Skyfather level.
However, after Dormammu became a dimension lord, it became extremely difficult for him to enter the reality world. First, he had to correctly find the position of Earth among countless dimensions.
Just like demons from the Hell Dimension need believers to perform evil rituals to descend, they are also looking for the Dao markers and passages to Earth.
For Dormammu to return and devour the Earth Dimension, the first thing he needs is believers to guide him and show him the way.
Perhaps this was also the reason he lent strength to the Two-Headed Troll after his sudden rise to power—
For Dormammu, the Two-Headed Troll borrowing his strength was like pointing him in a direction.
However, what Dormammu didn't expect was that before he could fully control the Dark Dimension, the Two-Headed Troll had already died of old age! The descendants of the Two-Headed Troll, fattened by the benefits brought by the Troll Black Market, had no intention of studying the dark forces he left behind.
They weren't even his believers. If it weren't for this trouble, Zangiel wouldn't even bother to pray.
"Someone is praying?!"
