In Block Island, where Kaecilius and a group of fallen mages were hiding, there was only silence.
All the fallen mages collapsed on the ground. I don't know how many of them are still alive. Kaecilius also lowered his head and remained motionless. The cracks on his body no longer expanded, but a sticky and disgusting black-purple halo was still glowing out.
The light of the magic circle has been completely extinguished, and the surrounding area has turned back into an underground space composed of huge squares. Mirror Dimension, which encompasses the starry sky, and Tower Reaching Heaven, which covers the starry sky, have also retracted into Dark Dimension with the sharp claws of Dormammu.
I don't know how long it took, but Kaecilius's body trembled slightly and he slowly raised his head that was completely unrecognizable.
His cheeks became even more withered, with almost only a layer of skin remaining attached to the bones. On this layer of skin, dense and ferocious cracks were being healed by the flow of dark energy, leaving behind the same weird and artistic lines as when the porcelain glaze cracked.
His face looks Shocker, but also has an indescribable evil beauty and a dark charm.
Suddenly, Kaecilius's increasingly fine dark circles, or the sunken places where the black eye shadow should be called now, opened her eyelids, and her two eyeballs that completely turned into black and purple moved for a while, as if they were adjusting to the eye sockets again.
Then, he looked at the fallen mages lying on the edge of the magic circle, with no human emotion on their faces.
"Click... click..."
Kaecilius slowly stood up from the cross-sitting position, and the bones all over his body suddenly made dry rubbing sounds.
He took some stiff steps and walked towards the body of the mage closest to him. There was no expression on his face, and his black and purple eyes were empty, like a puppet without Soul Stone.
Kaecilius walked for a few minutes in a short distance of only tens of meters, not much faster than a snail.
When he finally moved to the mage's body, he looked down for a long time and saw the rich traces of dark energy on the mage's skin, the stiffness of the limbs and the signs of corpses that were beginning to appear, and the Sling Ring worn on the mage's fingers. It seemed like a long, long time, so long that one thought he had finally exhausted his last strength and died standing here.
And in his originally empty eyes, a faint emotion gradually revived.
"Trash!"
Kaecilius's lips finally squirmed slightly, and the almost self-talking words had already dissipated in his throat before they had time to spread around, just like the sound of a dying old lady forcing her last breath to come out from deep in the trachea.
He straightened up and walked a little faster than before. He still looked a little swaying, like a weightless paper man.
After walking staggeringly in a circle, he looked at the magicians one by one, but he didn't see any one who was still breathing. All of them were frozen at the edge of the magic circle with ferocious expressions on their faces, and they never let go of the magic spells in their hands until they died.
Kaecilius looked around, finally returned to the center of the circle, and slowly sat down cross-legged again.
The originally emotionless face had a gloomy expression again, the black and purple eyes disappeared, only a ray of light flashed in the depths of the pupils, and the lines full of strange beauty were sunk into the flesh inch by inch.
Look at the corners of his mouth again. They are not droopy or downward-turned. Instead, they are grinning in a twisting upward arc.
Combined with his gloomy eyes, it was like the cruel smile of an evil spirit after finally eating flesh and blood.
Kaecilius's consciousness has completely recovered from the previous torture and empty instincts. He subconsciously put aside the fact that Dormammu wanted them to keep the Dark Dimension channel open regardless of their life or death.
There is only one thought in his mind now, "I finally gained real power!"
He raised a hand that looked like a bone claw, and it looked so fragile that it couldn't even catch a chicken.
But in his field of vision, both flesh and bones in this palm have been completely replaced by high-quality dark energy, and a steady stream of power is emerging.
He bent his fingers and made a sharp stroke, and the space immediately rippled like water, as if he had shaken the space with his bare hands.
He put down his palm and began to carefully sense his physical condition. Just like his palm, his entire body had been transformed by the endless wash of dark energy and replaced with high-quality dark energy.
It can be said that he is now completely a life composed of dark energy.
In particular, his eyes have transformed into special organs that can directly see and influence people's dark thoughts and emotions, and absorb all kinds of dark energy to continuously strengthen themselves.
And the lines formed by the cracks on his body have become the natural dark energy flow veins in his body, giving him almost absolute control over the dark energy in his body.
Even the Dark Dimension mark imprinted on his body and Soul Stone by Dormammu gradually turned into a channel that allowed him to directly draw power from Dark Dimension without Dormammu's permission.
Kaecilius sat like this for a long time, but his previously distorted thoughts miraculously began to recover bit by bit, and Dormammu's bewitchment began to become vague and distant.
He began to reflect on his own changes during this period. From the beginning, he just wanted to borrow Dormammu's power, to proactively providing help to Dormammu. In the end, he forgot his original intention of resurrecting his wife and devoted everything to Dormammu, so that his whole body was broken, his oil was exhausted, and he almost died in one breath.
He took a deep breath, his chest swelled high, and he could clearly feel his ribs expanding, and complex emotions began to surge in his heart.
It's not that he regretted contacting Dormammu, nor did he regret not saving the mages he brought here to die, nor did he regret helping Dormammu snatch Tower Reaching Heaven from Li Ge, nor did he regret taking action against the mages in Kamar-Taj.
For him, no matter what the process is, at least he is not dead now, and has gained his own power, and even got rid of the influence of Dormammu.
"Li Ge...Dormammu..."
What made him feel complicated was that he finally found in himself the reason why he could survive and complete his transformation when he was on the verge of death.
The Perfect Body Realm physique given to him by King Fruit gave him strong resistance to various energies. The dark elements taking root in his flesh and blood gave him strong adaptability and control over various dark energies. And he The will that has been tempered thousands of times in the process of constant trials, and even the anchor point of his will that he has never found, but is deeply imprinted in his Soul Stone, Wisdom Offering Contract, nailed for him without him knowing it.
Finally, Dormammu provides a steady stream of dark energy support to ensure that he can maintain the Dark Dimension channel.
And those mages took most of the damage and pressure for him.
It can be said that the transformation of Kaecilius is a miracle that occurred under this special situation with the cooperation of the power of Li Ge and Dormammu.