Dormammu, determined to seize the Xenomorph, immediately focused his power on Duval.
Countless Black Magic particles coalesced into purple spikes, as if a corner of the universe was collapsing, as dense as light, crashing down on Duval with a thunderous roar.
Duval simply raised his head abruptly, his eyes erupting with extraordinarily powerful Heat Vision, while quickly shaking his head, annihilating all of these magical attacks.
His figure was as fast as lightning, almost teleporting, speeding through Earth's outer space, his movements swift, each strike certain to erase large areas of Black Magic.
Duval personally felt his current power, quickly adapting to it, and repeatedly stacking power on this foundation.
For a moment, he subconsciously thought that if it were the real Superman, just fighting in outer space would be a huge advantage.
The sun, floating in the distance, generously transmitted sunlight.
Even if Duval mastered the power of a million stars in the Pocket Universe, it couldn't be said to be the sum of a million Supermen.
"Is this all the power you have? Is this the limit of your Xenomorph master? With this, what qualifications do you have to command a Xenomorph? You might as well become a part of me, along with the Xenomorph."
Dormammu let out a terrifying laugh, each of its tones like the universe itself whispering.
"Don't be deceived by Him. We are fighting on our home turf. He wants to lure you to rush over and be swallowed into the Dark Dimension in one gulp. I won't be able to save you then," Ancient One reminded.
Entering the Dark Dimension would be a huge trouble. Without the power to shatter a dimension, facing the complete Dormammu, there would be no escape.
Ancient One once again used the Time Stone, transforming the power of time into a visible green light, seemingly easily reversing everything before her with a wave of her hand.
Even if Dormammu was as strong as he was, able to stand outside the dimension of time, his traces left in the real universe were inevitably corrected by the direct interference of the Time Stone.
Not to mention the Book of Vishanti, the Cauldron of All Things, and other artifacts, which were also attacking Dormammu simultaneously under Ancient One's control.
Dormammu was filled with disgust for Ancient One, partly because this guy had too many artifacts. No matter how he fought, she could always pull out various powerful artifacts.
In this battle, Ancient One made a strong move, taking on most of the pressure from Dormammu.
"I'm curious, every guy who has set his sights on my Xenomorph, whether human or God, only sees how magical the Xenomorph is, and then wants to take it for himself and transform it into the envisioned form, but has never truly seen why I can control the Xenomorph... I like the title of Xenomorph master, but even you, Dormammu, have never truly understood what this title means."
Duval took a deep breath. He was now equivalent to three times Reynolds' power. Of course, he couldn't deal with the current Dormammu with this power—Dormammu, who had already left the Dark Dimension with half of his body, but this was just the beginning.
He tried to reverse and stack the power of a million stars.
*Rumble!*
Duval's body emitted a sound like countless planets colliding, or like billions of stars suddenly reversing time and magnetic fields.
Duval began to reverse-stack the power of a million stars, and it was this behavior that caused the power on his body to suddenly double again.
But this was still not the end. Duval tried to complete the first box stacking by completing the positive and negative squeezing of the power of a million stars.
His figure expanded once again, becoming taller and stronger, filled with too much energy, urgently needing to find a target to vent.
The immense Dormammu was too suitable.
Duval opened his arms. His figure was so small, but the golden light net that was frantically expanding from his body was expanding rapidly at a crazy speed, forcibly creating a golden area in this endless darkness.
Energy and magic collided, canceling each other out, and finally turned into Void, dissipating into nothing.
Duval accelerated in the roar, breaking through the shackles of Black Magic in an instant, and appeared in front of Dormammu's true form. He was very, very far away, and suddenly punched out. The golden energy in his body was like a stellar explosion of infinite reincarnation. Billions of energies were piled up, and all the destruction was directed towards Dormammu under Duval's control.
Dormammu was hit in the head by this golden energy that tore through time and space and shook the sun. A void without burning flames appeared in his head at that time. After a large amount of Black Magic collapsed, it re-converged and was about to repair the wound on Dormammu's body.
Immediately afterwards, Ancient One also killed synchronously, holding the Book of Vishanti in one hand. The ancient book automatically turned its pages, and strange patterns continued to emerge from it. This was a sacred magic enough to be engraved in the magic hall, and at this moment, it bombarded Dormammu like dense raindrops.
Dormammu's furious roar shattered the distant planets. With a wave of his big hand, he created countless powerful magic storms, wanting to devour everything in front of him.
But Ancient One had already blocked in front of her with the Time Stone at the first time, throwing all of Dormammu's attacks into the corner of time.
"Is this all your strength? You've exhausted all your means, but you've only created a tiny wound on me? With this kind of battle, I can fight for a million years! I don't believe you can live that long!" Dormammu lowered his huge burning head.
"A million years? Do you dare say this to the God of Black Magic and see if He agrees with your nonsense? Only if all the power you use is your own, only if you are the origin of Black Magic, will these words be convincing."
Duval spoke while making ruthless moves. In this short period of time, his power had increased threefold again.
It was already enough to make Dormammu, who had walked out of the Dark Dimension, feel a trace of pain.
Duval's eyes became sharper. He could see every microscopic particle with his naked eyes, watching the movement and reorganization of atoms and molecules. Finally, he crossed space and focused his gaze on Dormammu's body. It was an extremely huge body burning with magical flames, surrounded by countless Black Magic brewing. In the depths of the Dark Dimension, there were even some looming other creatures wandering.
Duval knew that those were things that had run from the borders of Hell into the Dark Dimension. There were so many of them that they could never be killed.
As Dormammu said, with only the power he currently possessed, it was still not enough to truly defeat Dormammu.
Duval assessed his own condition. The mental strain was increasing unprecedentedly, but he estimated he could hold on for a while longer.
He also glanced worriedly at Ancient One, who rarely spoke but was decisive and precise in her actions, each spell aimed directly at Dormammu's vital points. Most outrageously, Ancient One had initially fought with White Magic and demonic magic, but now she couldn't even be bothered to pretend. She was using Black Magic extensively. The more dangerous and vicious the Black Magic, the more frequently Ancient One used it, directing it all at Dormammu.
Duval had initially worried that Ancient One would collapse first, but now it seemed that Dormammu might be the one to mentally break down first.
"At least in this universe, I am the supreme authority on Black Magic. Even your trusted Ancient One is just a thief stealing my power. Look at her face, feel her power. Without my generous gift, she would have died long ago! Now she's actually using Black Magic against me? Oh, finally she's no longer using my power, but directly bypassing me to borrow Black Magic from that guy? Seeking death."
Dormammu's voice entered Duval's mind directly, allowing all three consciousnesses to hear. The Cosmic Demon God was trying to tempt him: "What's so good about following an ordinary human like Ancient One, with a lifespan of only a few hundred years, extended only through theft? Why not think about it from a different perspective and come join me directly?"
"You? So that's what you're thinking, wanting me to become your lackey?"
Duval slammed his shoulder, using the vast energy attached to his body to tear apart several Black Magic spells, expanding the golden area, and slowly said.
"It's not shameful to be a servant of a Cosmic God. Don't forget your human origins! Think of Kaecilius? You can be stronger than him, more noble than him. No matter which planet or world you go to in this universe, all people and gods will treat you with respect, because you are my servant."
Dormammu tempted, "Moreover, you can control creatures like Xenomorphs. As the origin of the Xenomorphs, your human origin is your biggest weakness. Why not take this opportunity to abandon your human identity and worship me as a Xenomorph?"
"Not bad. At another time, I might have been a little tempted," Duval said, "But I've thought of a better way. Wouldn't it better demonstrate my extraordinary nature if I could give you a taste of pain? Because even the ancient Dormammu can't take me down."
Ancient One's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end, because she knew that a person like Duval could not submit to a Cosmic Demon God—even a single universe-level Dimensional Demon God.
"I remember you said you prepared more than one contingency plan." Ancient One clapped forward, using the Time Stone as the core to create a dense web of time in front of them.
Ancient One asked directly, "Do you have any reliable plans to deal with Dormammu? You know very well that the two of us can't hold on for long. We are increasingly relying on the Time Stone. Dormammu's condition is also very bad. Her power has been frantically stolen by me for many years, but she should be able to last longer than the two of us."
"If you mean, power that can directly fight Dormammu one-on-one, no. I am a person, not a god. To be precise, I am just the master of the Xenomorphs. It is impossible for me to kill an enemy of Dormammu's level at this time."
But there are ways to add icing to the cake.
Ancient One has artifacts, and so will Duval.
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Asgard.
Every Asgardian God was closely watching the great battle. Some fearless Asgardians were even desperately clamoring, vowing to go to Midgard to fight.
"The Midgardians helped us when we were in trouble. Now that they are in trouble, we cannot remain indifferent."
"Jotunheim has also withdrawn its troops. This is a great opportunity."
"A bunch of idiots, you wouldn't equate Duval and the Xenomorphs with all Midgardians, would you? This is completely different. Even if we want to help, we should help Duval, not the other Midgardians!"
"What is the God-King doing? We haven't seen him issue an order yet."
The honor of the Asgardians made them know that the road ahead was dark, but they must not retreat.
Thor thought so too. To this end, he brought several Xenomorphs into the palace.
"My brother, do you know what you are doing? You are dragging all of Asgard into a war that is difficult to win! The opponent is a true Cosmic Demon God, not any enemy we have faced in the past."
Loki clenched Gungnir, looking at Thor with a gloomy face.
And constantly shifting his gaze, repeatedly hovering over those tall and strong Xenomorphs.
"When we were at war with Jotunheim, Duval didn't think we could win, but he still provided us with continuous assistance. What have we done for him?" Thor said loudly.
Loki was furious: "You have already given him Mjolnir! That is the Thunder God's weapon, which was originally not something a mortal could touch. Isn't that enough? It is because you command the Xenomorph army that I have not asked him for Mjolnir in the name of the God-King!"
Thor shook his head: "Not enough. He lifted Mjolnir himself, I didn't ask him to lift it. You should be very clear about this. If it was just a Mjolnir, it would not be enough to exchange for the current situation. If the Dormammu invasion of Midgard had not happened, we would have received more Xenomorph reinforcements."
"Is this your reason for declaring war on Dormammu in the name of Asgard? What do we have to deal with Dormammu?"
"We can send some things from the vault to Duval. I heard Heimdall say that Duval used a powerful spell to merge with a Xenomorph. He is now joining forces with the Sorcerer Supreme of Midgard to resist Dormammu. We can transport some artifacts over, just like Duval provided us with help in the first place."
Loki sat on the throne, gripping Gungnir tightly with his hands, his face turning green and white. Sometimes he really wanted to use this artifact to give Thor a hard blow.
He really wanted to pry open Thor's head to see what the hell this stupid brother was thinking. He was being sold by Duval and still helping him count the money! Loki didn't believe that Thor didn't know that Duval sent troops to participate in the war in order to capture more Asgardian prisoners, so as to complete the parasitism and obtain more powerful military units.
Look at those Frost Giants who were captured, the number has reached six hundred.
Loki was even hesitating whether to wake up the sleeping Odin? The situation had collapsed beyond his expectations, but if he did that, everything he had worked so hard to build would be over. He was supposed to prove to everyone that he was the most outstanding heir, at least much stronger than Thor.
"Hiss!"
A Xenomorph suddenly shouted.
"What is this thing saying?" Loki's face was unkind.
Thor lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said, "If I heard correctly, it said it wanted to borrow the Destroyer Armor... No, that's not its idea, it's Duval's idea. Duval needs the Destroyer Armor!"
"The Destroyer?" Loki also fell silent. Although it was an extremely powerful artifact, it wasn't quite on the level of Gungnir. Besides, the Destroyer had long been relegated to the vault, sitting idle for a thousand years.
Thor saw Loki's hesitation. He simply bypassed Loki and went straight into the vault, hauling out the Destroyer Armor.
Loki frowned, suppressing his anger, and used his authority as God-King to lift the Destroyer Armor's control restrictions.
"Let's hope he doesn't tarnish this weapon, so full of history and glory, with humiliation and defeat," Loki said. "If lending out a set of unused armor is all it takes to finally drive Dormammu away, then so much the better."
Heimdall immediately activated the Rainbow Bridge, instantly transporting the Destroyer Armor to Midgard.
Dormammu also noticed this scene, staring intently at the iconic Rainbow Bridge.
If this were a few thousand years ago, Dormammu really wouldn't have extended the Dark Dimension's reach to Earth, causing such a commotion.
Everyone knew how ferocious the elderly Odin was. He truly feared no one, picking up Gungnir and daring to take on anyone.
But now? Rumors of Odin's death were spreading everywhere, and based on the facts, the proud Odin hadn't appeared for a long time. Even with the outbreak of a two-realm war, there was no news of him, indicating that he must be dead. Now, Asgard was sending over a set of Destroyer Armor via the Rainbow Bridge. What use was that?
Dormammu grinned, about to sever the Rainbow Bridge and destroy the Destroyer Armor.
But Duval had already acted at the first moment, transforming into a shooting star and colliding with the precisely traversing Rainbow Bridge.
The Destroyer Armor, which had accompanied Odin in battles against the Celestials, was now worn by Duval.
The red Cloak of Levitation automatically fluttered, draping over the Destroyer Armor's shoulders.
"Is this one of your contingency plans?" Ancient One asked.
"That's right. What did you think a contingency plan was? It's not a wish-granting machine that can solve all problems. Making full use of the limited conditions at hand and maximizing the effect is the true meaning of my battle plan."
The Destroyer Armor brought Duval comprehensive enhancements, from spirit to soul, from cells to body. Everything, under the blessing of this super armor, ushered in an explosive growth amidst countless magnificent surges.
Even though he had only just mastered this armor, Duval could clearly perceive that his carrying capacity had once again ushered in a surge. He finally understood why the elderly Odin dared to wear this armor and lead the various gods of the World Tree to fight against the Celestials.
Duval was like a true celestial being, charging and rampaging in the vast and boundless cosmic battlefield, violently piercing through everything in his path with an impact far exceeding his previous power.
For a time, Dormammu's attacks were difficult to achieve any real effect.
"Again, it's like this again. Why do beings who oppose me always appear on this tiny planet?"
Dormammu had been repeatedly frustrated. His patience was completely exhausted. He really didn't understand. As a cosmic demon god of considerable renown, he should have been high above, but why did these lowly ants repeatedly reject the olive branch he extended? Dormammu just wanted to devour Earth, kill Ancient One, and seize the Xenomorph. Was that really too much to ask? For a Cosmic Demon God, wasn't this a commonplace thing? Even the Celestials were using countless intelligent lives to nourish themselves.
"You're wrong, Dormammu. You're the one opposing me, not conversely."
Duval and Ancient One left the magic circle that protected Earth, step by step forcing Dormammu back into the Dark Dimension.
Dormammu was indeed strong, but his strength was the pinnacle position he possessed as a top Faltine wizard after taking control of the Dark Dimension.
Without the Dark Dimension, Dormammu was ultimately just a powerful wizard. Perhaps, with the accumulation of long years, he was much stronger than Ancient One without using artifacts, but he definitely didn't have the posture of overlooking the universe in his complete form.
Golden power unfolded in endless collisions.
Dormammu attacked again and again, each time in vain. Even when he achieved obvious results, under the shroud of the Time Stone, time seemed to lose its meaning. Only the endless and repetitive battle consumed Dormammu's power.
Dormammu repeatedly tried to swallow Duval into the Dark Dimension. Once inside the Dark Dimension, Dormammu would be a true Cosmic Demon God. He would easily disintegrate Duval's resistance, perfectly integrate the Xenomorph into the Dark Dimension, and ultimately transform it into a dark creature.
But unfortunately, Duval couldn't allow Dormammu to do whatever he wanted to him.
Planets rose and fell under this fierce battle. Some planets even gradually deviated from their original orbits, eventually bursting open, their billions of years of life turning into the dawn in deep space, disappearing forever.
At this moment, no one had the mind to care about the life and death of other worlds. Their eyes were only on Earth.
If it weren't for the fact that Midgard, where Earth was located, had the World Tree supporting its rules, making it unbelievably resilient, the other planets outside Earth, including the sun itself, would have already begun to move towards silence under the aftermath of Dormammu's attacks.
Dormammu looked at Duval, who was clad in heavy armor. He didn't know how long Duval could last, but whenever Duval was about to give out, the light of the Time Stone would flash, and Duval's condition would always recover quickly, which gradually silenced Dormammu.
The Time Stone was in the other party's hands, which made him very passive. Even though he was a demon god who ignored time, the power he could use was not endless.
"Give me the Xenomorph, and I can give you eternal life, tailor-make an exclusive magical body for you. I can bestow upon you whatever you want."
Dormammu tried to brainwash Duval with mental magic. Every word he said was an invasion of Duval's mind.
Dormammu wanted to wash Duval into his own color.
"What's so good about following Ancient One? Being a human who will die after living for a few decades or centuries? Everything she can give you, I can give you. What she can't give you, I can also give you! The means you're using now to mentally descend upon the Xenomorph are very similar to Astral Projection, but they're still far from true Astral Projection. As long as I help you, I can help you perfect this ability. Combined with the magical Xenomorph I've modified, you can control them and instantly appear anywhere in the universe, even in parallel universes."
This was a very beautiful vision, Duval thought. He felt the mental magic that was frantically invading him, trying to dismember him from the level of consciousness and soul, and remained expressionless.
This battle had reached a point where everyone present gradually understood that it was endless. As long as the Ancient One didn't collapse, and as long as the Time Stone maintained the flow of time, they wouldn't lose. The worst outcome would be creating a time loop, repeating endlessly.
But similarly, they couldn't break into the Dark Dimension and beat up Dormammu.
"Dormammu, I think you've misunderstood the purpose of my participation in this battle from the very beginning... Did you think I was showing you my talents to sell myself for a good price, or was I demonstrating the Xenomorph's great potential to demand a bribe from you? Neither."
Duval suddenly laughed. Sure enough, even Cosmic Demon Gods were still a form of life, and as long as there was life, they would inevitably follow certain rules in their thinking.
"In your eyes, what are Xenomorphs? Just tools that you haphazardly modify and drive to achieve your goal of invading Earth?" Duval said, "For me, the greatest significance of this battle is to introduce myself to the entire universe and achieve the goal of pushing Xenomorphs into the cosmos."
"Sooner or later, every planet will have Xenomorphs, and every battlefield will inevitably have my Xenomorph army."
"The rarest races, the most precious memories, and the most secret abilities in this universe will all be mine. I will complete this genetic unification, transforming all the mysteries and beauty in the universe into one word—Xenomorph! If I had to add another word to this, it would be me, Duval!"
Duval's smile carried an extraordinary indifference. He knew that even if he joined forces with the Ancient One, he couldn't kill Dormammu. He could only force this guy to retreat like a stray dog, suffering significant losses.
Xenomorphs were a species born for battle, and only through battle could they obtain a continuous stream of genes to enrich Duval's gene pool and provide a solid and reliable foundation of power.
Reynolds was a typical example. In the future, there would be many people similar to Reynolds.
Mister Blue, after all, had been promoting the plan to establish a Xenomorph gene pool under Duval's instructions.
All genes that could be copied and absorbed by Xenomorphs would eventually become part of the entire Xenomorph race and could be used when needed. This was Duval's goal.
Spreading the Xenomorphs and Duval's own footprints to the most chaotic, cruel, and bloody regions of the universe was also what Duval wanted to do.
Stepping forward to fight Dormammu was the best resume addition to Duval's personal introduction, ultimately gaining the attention of the entire universe.
Look at this battle with Dormammu. He successfully survived and even forced Dormammu to retreat. What an amazing person he must be! Shouldn't the life forms cultivated and promoted by such a person be worshiped and believed in by all war maniacs? Xenomorphs should be vigorously cultivated. Xenomorphs were the truth of the universe, and Xenomorphs were the future of the world.
Duval would also think about one thing: in this endless multiverse, apart from the very few universes with serial numbers, the vast majority of universes would ultimately become the backdrop for one multiverse event after another, turning into sand for assessing the extent of damage in the conflicts of gods, quietly disappearing.
Since there were zombie universes, cancer universes, spider universes, AI universes, and Venom universes, it was very reasonable to have one more Xenomorph universe in this prosperous multiverse.
With an infinite number of base numbers, it would be embarrassing to introduce oneself in terms of multiverse specifications without establishing one's own universe.
Duval was serious about developing Xenomorphs, focusing on leaping to higher specifications and witnessing higher scenery.
"...What a madman, and a low-level creature full of fantasies. That day will never come. Without the support and transformation of a Cosmic Demon God like me, you and your Xenomorphs are just low-level species. You can't even solve the most basic problem of lifespan."
"That's not something you need to consider. But you will see the future sooner or later. I hope you don't die before that."
Duval's body was on the verge of its limit. Even with the Time Stone helping him restore his state regularly, it was impossible to truly reverse Duval to the time node before the fusion of the three consciousnesses. Such a reversal would become a time loop.
For the last time, Duval launched an all-out attack on Dormammu. As the gateway to a Pocket Universe itself, the vast scale of the star now converged on Duval, allowing him to unleash a light in an instant that was enough to scorch all the darkness within sight.
With the Godly Power of the Destroyer Armor added, and the Ancient One timely throwing out the Book of Vishanti, driving the vast magic at all costs, all poured into Duval.
Duval transformed into a golden giant capable of holding a star. The rolling golden energy, with Duval's body as the core, crashed over with a desperate determination. In silence, a golden gap was torn out of Dormammu's massive body.
Dormammu, whose body had mostly left the Dark Dimension, had to retreat a little under this blow.
The vast black cloud finally dissipated slightly at this moment. Along with it, the Dark Dimension crack that seemed to tear the entire solar system in half also began to slowly close as Dormammu retreated.
But Dormammu didn't do nothing. While avoiding the situation of falling into a time loop as much as possible, He constantly crushed the earth with His vast size, repeatedly impacting those magic arrays.
"He took away about hundreds of Xenomorphs," the Ancient One said to Duval.
"Yeah, I felt it. This guy can't grab me, so he can only target ordinary Xenomorphs, trying to gain some results." Duval nodded slightly.
The Ancient One warned, "He and I are both mages, and our thinking has common ground. If I'm not mistaken, He will try to use Black Magic in analysis to reverse-decrypt, from the bottom up, and eventually decrypt the source of you Xenomorphs, thereby completing your brainwashing."
"Brainwashing? I like that word."
Duval slowly dissipated the golden energy that burdened him heavily. In this night sky, countless stars were dotted, and at this moment, it seemed that the entire solar system and the entire World Tree were cheering for his victory, celebrating the dispelling of darkness and the return of light.
But this was an illusion.
Duval pointed to his head. Before his consciousness was about to leave Reynolds' body and return to the main body, he said, "I have many characteristics, the biggest one is my head. Dormammu wanted to invade my brain, but He quickly stopped this behavior and chose to withdraw. I don't know who will brainwash whom in the end."
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