It was as if, as long as he wanted to kill Dormammu even a little, Dormammu would not live a second longer.
Not only was Dormammu's life and death in Blaine's hands, but Blaine also seemed able to locate Dormammu at any time through this connection. This connection could also be used like radio transmission—that is, the kind where, without speaking, they could contact each other anytime, anywhere. It was a bit like thousand-mile transmission.
As for whether there were other functions, Blaine would study it slowly when he had the opportunity in the future. Right now, Blaine had to fulfill his commitment as the host.
As he said that, Blaine stretched his hand into the white ball of light again. No one knew what Blaine fiddled with, but in the next moment, all the magical attacks covering Dormammu's side instantly turned into points of energy light and slowly drifted away. In addition, each node of the integrated magic circle also began breaking continuously. In an instant, all the nodes turned into starlight and disappeared.
"Cuckoo cluck cluck... cluck cluck..."
"I'm out. I'm out."
"Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack..."
"Damn it. Damn the hell."
"I'm finally out."
"Huh?"
"Imp..."
"You..."
Seeing the familiar dark matter energy reappear in front of him, Dormammu couldn't have been happier. Even if it had been trapped for thousands of years, those few hours just now had still felt like years. It had wished it could blow itself up and directly destroy that damned place.
It was just that Dormammu seemed a little too overjoyed. The moment it came out, it saw the person who had locked it in that place and forced it to sign a master-servant contract standing right opposite it. For a moment, Dormammu felt a kind of humiliation welling up in its heart, and its killing intent grew more and more intense. It thought of striking Blaine and killing him directly.
"Hm?"
"You want to do it?"
Sure enough, with this contract, Blaine directly saw through Dormammu's actions. Blaine even knew where Dormammu was attacking from and what ability it wanted to use.
Just in time, Blaine had no reason to ask Dormammu to test this master-servant contract. Taking advantage of Dormammu's desire to kill its master, Blaine used his mental power to directly contact the contract pattern.
The next second, Dormammu let out an exclamation. The expression on its face twisted together in pain, and a mouthful of something black—whether it was blood or dark matter energy—spewed out.
Easy to use. Really easy to use. Blaine had fought hard all night, yet he hadn't seen Dormammu suffer any substantial damage. But just now, Blaine had only used his mind to make Dormammu suffer such a serious blow. And this was the result of Blaine deliberately suppressing it. If Blaine had not been afraid that he would kill Dormammu directly or disable it, making the gain not worth the loss, he would not have held back. This master-servant contract truly lived up to its reputation.
"Remember."
"This is the first time."
"And the last time."
"Next time..."
"It won't be that simple anymore."
"I don't need to tell you how I do things. You should know that too."
"If you don't want to die..."
"Then behave."
After physically inflicting damage on Dormammu, Blaine naturally had to establish the majesty a master should have on a psychological level as well.
"Yes, master."
"Understood."
There was no way around it. Its life was in Blaine's hands, and Dormammu had no choice but to give in.
Just now, Dormammu had only acted impulsively, and Blaine's lesson had happened to wake it up. Because Dormammu knew the horror of this master-servant contract. If it was not careful, it would be destroyed, and Blaine would not even need to move a finger. Thinking of this, Dormammu felt more than a little afraid. Fortunately, it had not really done anything just now.
"Uh..."
"You don't have to call me master from now on."
"I'm not that pedantic either."
"It's the twenty-first century now."
"It's awkward to be called master."
"Be normal."
"Just call me Mr. Hunter."
For some reason, when Blaine heard Dormammu calling him master, every cell in his body felt uncomfortable. Just those two words alone sounded far too awkward.
Just like Blaine said, if he brought Dormammu back and heard it calling him master with every sentence every day, Blaine estimated that he would be so disgusted he would not be able to eat or sleep. If passersby saw it, they might even say that Blaine was a pervert. And Gali—if Gali saw this, Dormammu might suffer.
So, in order for Blaine himself not to be called a pervert, and for Dormammu not to be beaten up by Gali—with all of Gali's abilities exceeding seven, beating Dormammu should be as easy as playing around—it was better to change the form of address.
"Okay, Mr. Hunter..."
"Mm."
"Good."
"Next, I will take you into another place first."
"When you figure things out..."
"Just contact me through the contract."
After speaking, regardless of whether Dormammu agreed or not, he directly took it into the Hunter Space.
Speaking of which, Dormammu was also unlucky. Originally, the Ancient One had imprisoned it in the Dark Dimension for thousands of years, and it had finally endured until the Ancient One died, only for Blaine to appear again. Then, at the price of ten years of freedom, it managed to escape the shackles of the circular magic circle, but it never expected that, in the end, it would be sent into the Hunter Space again...
This was truly life's ups and downs, ups and downs, and more ups and downs. The colorful world of dark matter, a dark circular magic circle, and a white Hunter Space. Who knew how Dormammu's heart would change after going through all this?
No matter what happened to Dormammu, today's battle was over, and the task had been completed. Although the process had been a bit bumpy, the ending was still satisfactory. If Dormammu had not been subdued in the end, it was estimated that a level-five star core would not have been enough to make up for the cost of Blaine's attack this time.
After looking around again, Blaine directly teleported back to Earth, to the sky above the Hong Kong Sanctum.
As for the integrated magic circle, it had originally been a one-time-use magic circle. The raw material, Vibranium, had exploded when it was released, so it could not be recycled. In addition, just now, Blaine had directly destroyed the entire magic circle and dismantled it completely, so naturally, Blaine did not feel distressed.
Looking at the bustling Kowloon District of Hong Kong beneath his feet, Blaine could not help feeling that even a golden nest or a silver nest was not as good as his own kennel. No matter where he went, Earth still carried an indescribable sense of intimacy.
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It was just that, while Blaine was feeling emotional, he seemed to discover something wrong again.
When Blaine had entered the world of dark matter, hadn't Hong Kong been struck by an earthquake?
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