"Turns out I've always been a clown. The Ancient One, Mechanical Demon King—even if I die, I won't let you have it easy."
Dormammu's head lit up with dazzling Black Light. He was preparing to self-destruct and end everything once and for all.
Dormammu had already broken down. Moreover, he knew full well that The Ancient One and the Mechanical Demon King would never let him live. Since that was the case, he might as well reclaim a little dignity for himself.
"Time Stop."
Andrew and The Ancient One cast their spells at the same time. The Time-Space Grand Array enveloped Dormammu's head, and his self-destruction suddenly came to a halt. Only his consciousness could still move.
Then, Andrew took a step forward and appeared before Dormammu. His right hand suddenly swelled as he seized Dormammu's head and squeezed hard. Dormammu's energy head exploded with a bang.
Dormammu's Divine Soul drifted out of the energy storm and was easily caught by Andrew. Then, with a pull of his left hand from afar, a black core emerged from Dormammu's soul. It was the core of the Dark Dimension.
By fusing with this core, one could become the new ruler of the Dark Dimension. Of course, the prerequisite was Dormammu's death.
With the core Separated, Dormammu's soul became incomparably weak. He roared, "Mechanical Demon King!"
"Keep raging. You'll become material for the divine artifact I create. The angrier you are, the happier I'll be."
Andrew sneered. Knull blinked. Why did those words sound so familiar?
Narl secretly shook his head. "If he didn't lack the authority of rage, I'm afraid I really would have become an artifact spirit back then.
*This guy isn't merely ruthless. His personality is utterly vile. Dormammu is already dead, yet he still won't let him have any