He sneaked into the armory in the middle of the night, and at this moment, it was Victor von Doum himself who stood face to face in front of Michael. However, at this time, Doum was very different from his previous image. The eye sockets on his handsome face were as dark as coke, and his temples were covered with silky stripes. The gloomy aura exuded throughout his body seemed to be several times stronger than the magic power of Casillas before.

Michael leaned against the door frame, looking at him calmly and without surprise. Dum turned to look at him, his eyes turning into ink black.

"Domam, is that? He made a promise." Michael said, "When did it happen?"

"Yesterday." Dum replied. His voice became low and hoarse than usual, but his tone was also calm.

Michael said: "I should have thought of it, but I thought it would be impossible for someone like you to bow his head, even to Domaum. Even for your mother, are you really willing to surrender to that kind of thing?"

"Dum does not surrender to anyone or anything." Duum said coldly, "but I need strength, and the evil god happens to have strength. I promised the deal so that I can absorb its magic and use this power." He stretched out his hand, clenched his fists, and a wave of darkness that could be seen in the naked eye burst out from his hands the moment he clenched his fists, like a strong wind blew Michael's hair and hem, but he still leaned against the door without changing his face.

"Do you think you can defeat Mephisto with the power of Domaum?" he asked lightly.

"I know this is not enough, but it is not my end yet." As Doom said, the black eyes seemed to have ignited again, just like when Michael met him, "This is just the beginning. I will gain more powerful power, even the power that the evil god Domaum itself can swallow. Then I will go to hell again, and I will look straight into the eyes of the demon and tell him that he is a scum. I will defeat him, put him in a cage, and let him feel the pain my mother had felt."

Looking at his crazy appearance, Michael would have completely understood.

Normally, even Domaum with strong willpower like Victor von Domaum cannot be corrupted. With his arrogant personality, it is even more impossible for Domaum to follow Domaum's footsteps willingly. But Domaum is unfortunately in a state of depression recently, and is anxious about the slow progress of his magic and the long-lasting plan to rescue his mother. Domaum at this moment tempted him with powerful dark power, invaded his psychological defense, and distorted his mind, making him unknowingly become a pawn of the evil god.

Dum himself did not realize it now, but he was already blinded by the powerful dark power. Domam was invisibly controlling his thinking through this force, but he thought he was still relying on his will to make decisions.

"Sorry, Mr. Paso." Dum's cold tone seemed to loosen a little, "The time I worked with you - although I have been hard to admit - was really pleasant. Your mind is admirable, you are the best partner I can think of. And you teach me my spells, you promised me that one day I will help me save my mother... All this is always in my heart.

The truth is, to me...you may be the only person I have met in my life who may barely get close to 'friends'."

Michael narrowed his eyes and observed Dum's face and dark eyes.

This kind of words is unlikely to be said by Domaum manipulating him. In other words, perhaps this is the real thought that Victor von Doum has always been hidden deep in his heart.

Then Dum's tone became cold again: "But unfortunately, I have a new direction. So although I am sincerely sorry, this does not affect my accomplishment of what I have to do. I must rescue my mother, and anyone who stands in front of me will only be knocked down. So you only have one chance, Mr. Paso. I sincerely hope that you will get out of this door and let me go out of this door and leave here. Then if there is still a little hope in the future... we may not have to be enemies."

Michael was silent for a while.

"I guess, this is what you mean, right?" he asked suddenly.

Dum was stunned: "What?"

"I bet Domaum was crazy about me and wanted me to die. If he meant, he would definitely hope you could kill me here." Michael said calmly, "That is, the decision of 'give me a chance to go away' is your own right?"

Dum frowned and his expression twitched with difficulty: "I am the only one who can make decisions for me! No one can order Dum!"

"Thank you for your kindness," said Michael, "but I think you know how I will answer."

Dum snorted heavily. He formed seals with his hands and pressed his palm down. The round magic array suddenly opened on the ground. The dark and strange lines outlined the strange patterns in the magic array, which seemed to be a teleportation array. A set of iron-gray armor rose from the teleportation array and stood in front of Dum. The back of the armor opened like an empty shell. Dum walked in, the armor was closed immediately, and the helmet's eyes lit up scarlet light, and the dark green cloak on his back hung to the ground.

"The armor made of Kerry's memory alloy." Michael looked at him calmly, "Should it be worthy of you? It's only two weeks since you proposed this plan, and the finished product has been designed."

Dum raised his right fist, and the front half of the arm armor was shrouded in a dark red light.

"Sorry." His tone seemed to loosen up again at that moment.

The strong light burst into a laser, and the devastating energy instantly swallowed Michael's entire body. The dark red light burst out, and the explosion rushed into the corridor outside the door, making people unable to open their eyes.

Victor von Doom narrowed his eyes.

The light gradually dissipated, but Michael Paso, who was wearing a windbreaker, was still standing calmly, not even a corner of the windbreaker. A huge golden shield was opened in front of him, and a circle of space was also spun above his head. Black and golden armor parts flew out one by one and attached to him for assembly. After a few seconds, the entire set of black and gold vibrating armor stood here.

The golden spell shield gradually disappeared, and the two looked at each other through the battle suit.

Michael spoke slowly.

"The first point I want to say is Victor. Unlike you, I never regard you as a 'friend' or anything close to you. I never need such things either." He said, "but I pulled you on this ship, and I promised to teach you spells, so to a certain extent, you are my responsibility. This is why I want to kick out the evil god Domaum and help you recover. As for the second point I want to say..."

He paused, and a blue light flashed in the V-shaped eyepiece.
Chapter completed!