Chapter 1409

A few years for a cosmic Demon God is just a drop in the ocean, and the same is true for Dormammu. As the ruler of the Dark Dimension and part of the cosmic dark rules, those days of being famous in the universe seemed to have been very far away.

If his experiences over the past few years were to be written into a book, the title might be "Dormammu's Happy Life."

The standards of happiness for Demon Gods are diverse and difficult to define, but for Dormammu, one standard is very important, and that is being full.

It sounds simple, but it is actually very difficult. Filling the stomach of a dimensional Demon God is simply harder than ascending to heaven. Many races regard Dormammu as an incomparably evil god precisely because of his greed that is never satisfied and an appetite that mortals cannot satisfy through any sacrifice.

But he has indeed been very full in recent years, but this has also brought an unavoidable problem, which is getting fat.

Although it sounds a bit absurd, dimensional Demon Gods do get fat. Their absorption of energy is not real-time. It was mentioned before that dimensional Demon Gods need time to absorb energy. They must be very focused for a long time to transform the quantitative change of huge power into qualitative change, which is used to improve their own strength.

For many small Demon Gods with relatively weak strength, they have to fill their stomachs as soon as they get something to eat, work hard to digest, and improve their strength to prevent themselves from being beaten to death. But for dimensional Demon Gods like Dormammu, the need to improve strength is not so urgent. Their main purpose of eating is still to satisfy their instinct to eat.

Plus, the Ancient One stepped down relatively early. Since Kamar-Taj entered the Strange era, whether it was the Sorcerer Supreme himself or the Great Mages under him, they had no free time to find trouble with Demon Gods.

In the past, cosmic Demon Gods were very competitive in strength because the Ancient One hung over their heads like a knife. Whoever didn't work hard would die. Of course, they had to eat big mouthfuls and work hard to become stronger to prevent being beaten up in a single encounter when the bald female mage came to the door.

This was also the motivation for dimensional Demon Gods like Dormammu to become stronger. It was precisely to prevent the Ancient One from reneging on debts that Dormammu desperately wanted to swallow the reality dimension and obtain greater power.

But now without the Ancient One, his pressure has become smaller, and the energy brought back has not been transformed into strength so urgently. The membership gifts obtained are scattered in his dimension, one piece here and one piece there, with only quantitative change and no qualitative change.

Plus, he doesn't have as much work managing Hell as Hell Lord Mephisto. Others hold banquets and he eats, others exercise and he sleeps, causing his body shape to expand by more than five times in just a few years. Now he has completely become a mass of black gas that cannot see any facial features, and even his eyes have been squeezed away.

Hearing Mordo's call, Dormammu stretched out a hand for the first time. That's right, the thick darkness covering the entire Helheim was actually just one of Dormammu's hands.

But almost instantly, there was nothing left in this dimension except darkness. The thick darkness appeared in various natural phenomena. The original gray dark clouds turned into black clouds, and pitch-black ink-like raindrops drifted out of the rain clouds, dyeing everything extremely pure black.

Monster Doctor Strange stared blankly at the violent dark energy in his magical vision, and he shouted in disbelief.

"How dare you? How dare you let Dormammu grow to such a point?!

Aren't you afraid that he will swallow the Earth?!"

Then he turned his gaze to Strange and the Great Mages behind him, looking at the thick energy emitted from their bodies, various energy-intensive spells being thrown out like they didn't cost money, and could only grit his teeth and say: "It must be a problem with this universe. There is much richer energy here than ours. We must conquer this place!

"

"By then, all this energy will be mine! Mine!"

Monster Doctor Strange had been completely overwhelmed. Captain America, who was resisting the fierce attack of the mages on the ground, shouted: "Infect them with madness! No matter how powerful a Demon God is, they cannot resist the madness of the great Lord!"

Hearing this, Strange, floating in mid-air, revealed a strange expression. He took out a mobile phone, cleared his throat, and said to the opposite side: "Mephisto, get ready. If Dormammu goes crazy, you all go up together, chop him up and eat him. If you go crazy, I'll go call someone else."

"The ones who went crazy are the membership gifts, the ones who didn't go crazy are the members, it's that simple."

Only a roar came from the dark void: "I didn't go crazy!

!"

"Oh, then how do you prove it?" Strange picked his ears and said: "I assume that a Demon God who has gone crazy definitely doesn't remember the existence of the Sanctum, while a Demon God who still has reason definitely remembers our renewal rules..."

"Strange, you damn profiteer, I've already paid for twenty thousand years of membership!

"

"Ahem, our Dark Lord is becoming less and less rational. It seems that the boundless madness is constantly infecting his core. It's time to take action, right, Mephisto?"

As Strange's voice fell, the raging Hellfire was ignited in the darkness. The monster superheroes on the ground began to burn spontaneously one by one. Their souls became fuel for the Hellfire, and the pain of directly burning their souls made them start rolling and screaming on the ground.

Huge demon shadows walked out of the flames. Dormammu's darkness faded slightly. At this moment, darkness and fire ruled Helheim together.

"You summoned the Lord of Hell!" Monster Strange shouted: "You are truly crazy. Without sacrifices, Mephisto will tear everything within his sight to pieces!

!"

"I think Dormammu is crazy." Mephisto stomped his goat hooves and said: "He's even started talking nonsense. Twenty thousand years of membership? How do I remember that we both have already paid for thirty thousand years of membership?"

"I remember it's the same." Strange's tone revealed a feigned ambiguity: "He can't even remember his own membership date. He must be crazy. Wong, open the door, get ready to take action!"

"Don't!" Dormammu shouted: "Can't I just pay for another ten thousand years? You damn cunning human!"

"Mordo, go sign the contract." Strange tilted his head with satisfaction and said. Mordo flew over, but Strange still said with some uncertainty: "Is he really not infected? But why is the Dormammu of that universe crazy?"

"I am a dimensional Demon God!" Dormammu roared: "How could that little bit of madness in a few human souls immediately drive me crazy?!"

Strange turned to look at Mephisto. Mephisto glanced at Dormammu, who was attached to monster Doctor Strange, and said: "Dimensional Demon Gods can refuse anything from entering their dimension. This Dormammu was mostly ambushed outside his own dimension."

"Dimensional Demon Gods and dimensions complement each other. Dimensions are the source of power for dimensional Demon Gods. A crazy Dormammu is probably unable to call upon the power of the Dark Dimension anymore, and a dimensional Demon God without a dimension will become very fragile, just like a goat without hooves."

Mephisto crossed his arms, looked at monster Doctor Strange, and said: "The Dormammu of the other universe shouldn't just have this little power. It is very likely that he lost the support of the Dark Dimension and doesn't know how to call upon the power of rules to replenish his energy, so he is starved to be so small."

Hearing this, the mutants in the base couldn't help but look at monster Doctor Strange. Shadowcat Kitty revealed a complex expression and then said: "I know it's a bit bad to say this, but the Dormammu of the other universe... how to describe it? Hmm... quite cute."

In the sky of Helheim, Surtur, who was thousands of feet tall, fought with Thor, and the World Serpent, whose body could even coil around Midgard, was even bigger without boundaries. Even Fenrir, who was on all fours, had a shoulder height about the same as Dormammu. Surrounded by a group of demons and ghosts, the crazy Dormammu really looked... especially cute.

"So, whether madness can infect an individual is related to size?" Strange asked Mephisto.

Mephisto nodded and said: "More and less is also a cosmic concept. More is definitely more than less, less is definitely less than more, more can overwhelm less, less definitely cannot reach more. 1 is less than 2, 2 is more than 1. This is the most fundamental rule of the universe."

"The larger the size, the more madness is needed for infection. Unless the other party's ability to infect madness can be more essential than the cosmic rule of more and less, it must follow this law."

"Then is size determined by the amount of energy or the level of wisdom?"

"It should have nothing to do with the level of wisdom." Mephisto shook his head and focused on Stark, who was constantly flying and dodging in the bombardment of the Great Mages. Strange followed his gaze and understood his words.

So that's it, Strange thought. The best way to deal with this group of crazy superheroes is to increase the intensity, call all the cosmic Demon Gods, and surround them and beat them up. However, there is still one most fatal problem in this plan.

"If unfortunately infected, is there any way to reverse it?" Strange asked.

"It's probably very difficult to clear the madness and retain power." Mephisto frowned: "But you can directly cut off the infected part."

A little light shone in Strange's eyes. He looked at the superheroes below and said: "Then what about them? Can they still be saved?"

Mephisto shook his head and said: "The strength of the human soul cannot compare to that of a Demon God. A tree can be cut off its branches and still live, but if a blade of grass is cut, the probability of death will be very high."

Strange sneered and said: "I will try my best to save them. If they don't survive, it can be considered a decent funeral for them. With me here, none of them will ever think about kneeling to God again."

After speaking, Strange's magic robe fluttered, golden light radiated from his eyes, the Eye of Agamotto flashed, and then a voice like a loud bell spread throughout the battlefield.

"Time Variance Authority entering, freezing the timelines of all invaders, rebels will be exiled directly, take action!"