The Martial God of the Marvel World

Chapter 256 Dormammu's Response
The rising sun illuminates the earth.

In the past, the city would have been bustling with people at this time, but today in Greenwich, the city was dead silent, without a single sound.

In such a big city, only the breeze blows through the streets, rolling up waste paper, fallen leaves and other things, and letting them drift freely.

The ground was covered with blood and body parts.

Last night's madness was over. After completing their mission, the dark followers gathered in the central square, leaving only abandoned corpses scattered all over the ground.

Under the influence of the magic circle, everyone in the city lost control last night. When the dark desires in the hearts of humans were aroused, all kinds of disgusting behaviors were everywhere.

The streets are now filled with broken buildings, shattered windows, cars burned to empty shells, and citizens who died in various strange ways. Most of them were caused by ordinary people. They killed each other wantonly, smashed and looted, and the number of people who died at the hands of their own people was even greater than those who died at the hands of dark believers.

Without superheroes to stop them, ordinary people are simply powerless to resist extraordinary powers.

All these actions were isolated within the magic circle, and the outside world knew almost nothing about them.

Even if someone discovered that Greenwich had lost contact, they would just think that there was something wrong with the signal tower. Even if they checked via satellite, they would only be blinded by the magic shield outside and would not know what was happening here.

By the time someone discovers that something is wrong here, Kaecilius' sacrifice should have been completed. By then, with the support of Dormammu's magic, Kaecilius will believe that he can defeat everything and even seize the position of the Supreme Sorcerer.

By then, he will have the Time Stone in his hand and will not be afraid of anyone!
In the center of the square, Casillas took a deep breath, calculated the time, and began the sacrifice to Dormammu.

After decades of hard work, the time has finally come to reap the rewards. Vishanti's white magic cannot help him achieve his goal, but Dormammu's black magic can. Even the Sorcerer Supreme has to rely on black magic to maintain his immortality. Sure enough, only black magic is the strongest!

As Casillas's magic power was steadily injected into the magic circle, bursts of red light shone through the drawn formation, followed by a bloody smell that made people want to vomit. However, this bloody smell was like pure wine to the noses of the dark believers surrounding the formation, making them feel intoxicated and intoxicated.

The corpses, internal organs, blood and other objects that were originally piled up in the magic circle gradually melted and mixed together, turning into some kind of strange medium, connecting Kaecilius' magic and Dormammu in another dimension.

As the magic circle operated, strands of dark magic seeped out from the void and mixed into the magic circle, speeding up the operation of the magic circle and assimilating the environment around the magic circle. The original urban environment was now infiltrated by the dark dimension, rusted everywhere, and the buildings were corrupted and broken.

The dark believers knelt before the magic circle, praising Dormammu's name loudly and feeling the dark magic power growing in their bodies.

Orlo was also among them. He had only been a mage for a short time and his foundation was not solid. Apart from the basic portal, he could hardly use other magic. As for the large amount of reading required by a mage, he had no time to complete it.

He had no idea that these magical powers were borrowed, which was like usury, and he would have to repay them with his soul in the future.

Casillas knew this secret, but in order to resurrect his wife and children, he no longer cared. In order to gain the support of Hydra, he deliberately did not tell Orlo about these things.

Orlo only knew that the magic power in his body was growing rapidly, and many magics that he could not use before could now be used at will. In ecstasy, he accelerated his absorption speed and praised Dormammu even more. For the Hydra, they were all gods anyway, so what difference did it make whether it was the power of the good gods or the power of the evil gods? Anyway, whoever gave the power was the boss!

For the sake of power, it is okay to make a deal with the devil, let alone believe in an evil god?

I guess other dark believers have the same idea!

A group of people happily absorbed the dark magic power given by Dormammu. When the magic circle was running to a certain extent, the concentration of magic power around it reached the standard, and a transmission channel appeared out of thin air above the magic circle. At the other end of the transmission channel, rich dark magic power gushed out like a tide.

Casillas was cheered up. This was a connection with the dark dimension, and Dormammu responded.

On the other side of the transmission channel, a huge giant eye was staring over, and the pressure brought by it was enough to make all the dark believers feel short of breath.

"Great Lord of Darkness!" Casillas called out loudly.

"Your loyal believer, Casillas, has prepared a rich sacrifice for you, hoping to gain your attention and favor!"

A thought came from the transmission channel and reached Casillas' ears.

"Not a bad sacrifice! I can already sense your piety. What do you want?"

Casillas was shaking with excitement, "Great Lord of Darkness, I hope to resurrect my dead wife and children!"

"Rebuilding the body and retrieving the soul in the underworld is not an easy task..." Dormammu did not refuse directly, and there seemed to be room for maneuver in his words.

"I dedicate the flesh, blood and soul of this entire city to you! If that is not enough, I am willing to dedicate the whole world to you!" Casillas shouted fanatically.

A stream of magic swept through the city quickly, and Dormammu had a clear understanding of the situation in the city. He asked in surprise: "Is the Ancient One dead? How could she allow you to massacre a city to sacrifice to me?"

"Too many people have died on Earth recently, and she has never intervened. Moreover, I used a magic circle to blind her eyes. Great Lord of Darkness, you can come here in person now and take over this planet!"

"Forget about the real person coming down... I accept your gift with pleasure."

Dormammu said this lightly, and then no one knew what magic he used, the corpses in the city of Greenwich suddenly melted into liquid, and together with the blood, they formed several rivers of blood, which rushed along the main roads of the city, rushed to the city center, and poured into the transmission channel.

In the city, the souls of the dead bound by the magic circle all screamed and were sucked into the space channel. The speed was so fast that a whirlwind even blew up in the city, blowing up the debris on the ground and making it float freely in the sky.

(End of this chapter)