Latovigna, royal palace.

Victor von Dum opened his eyes under the mask, and his armored eyes emitted a sharp icy blue light.

"Who?" he asked coldly to the empty hall.

A moment later, a translucent phantom really emerged out of thin air. It was a woman in black, wearing a red cloak, black hair, and black pupils, but her whole body was filled with an aura that was as inviolable as a queen.

Dum stood up subconsciously, and for a moment, his eyes showed a sense of surprise. Even if he lived his life, he would never forget this face. The most important woman in his life, Cynthia von Dum, his mother, was the person he tried his best to save from hell.

And now, she was standing here with a calm expression and a calm look, as if it was normal for her to appear here, who should have been trapped in Mephisto's cage.

But Dum soon came back to his senses, his eyes so gloomy that he was about to kill: "Who are you?"

It could not be his mother, he knew. His mother was still in hell, imprisoned by Mephisto forever until one day Dum could free her soul. And one thing that was very obvious was that he had not succeeded so far, which meant that the one that appeared before him could only be a fake.

Pretending to be Dumm's mother, this is probably the worst decision anyone has ever made in his life.

"I want to see your face, Victor." Cynthia said softly, "It's been too long and too long."

Her tone was so natural, even the voice sounded exactly the same as Cynthia in Dum's memory, and this almost perfect imitation only made Dum even more angry. His dark green cloak was windless, and a lilac magic array appeared in the palms of his hands under the cloak, and the powerful magic power swirled around like a sprinting airflow.

"I don't know who you are," Dum said in a deep voice, "but how dare you!?"

He growled, lifted his palms, and the surging magic gathered around like a summoned, gathered in Dum's palm, and flew out with the dancing of his arms. The purple airflow blew up Cynthia's long hair and cloak. The majestic magic was enough to make anyone afraid, but it obviously did not include Cynthia. She still stood there calmly with her expression. She waved her arms lightly, and the dark red magic power was released from her hands, transforming into a gorgeous magic barrier. Dum's magic power bombarded the barrier with a mighty bombardment, scattering like a water flow, and disappeared without a trace.

Dumu's eyes flashed with surprise for a moment, but it was only for a moment. Without saying a word, he began to make seals for more powerful spells. The magic power transformed into purple-black magic array condensed in his hands, and the majestic magic vortex quickly gathered, condensed in his palm and turned into a deep and unfathomable purple-black light ball.

The magic power blasted out, and the purple-black sphere drew a crack-like trajectory, radiating electric energy, and blasted at Cynthia with an unparalleled aura. The witch, the black hair danced wildly, but her face remained calm. Dum didn't even see her forming a magic seal, nor did she recite a spell. She just gently raised her right hand and waved her arm, as if a simple command from the band conductor. A dark red arc was left in the air, and the moment Dum's spell hit the arc, it immediately disintegrated. The purple-black sphere was divided into five, and was dispersed and shot in different directions, bombarding the entire palace with a bang.

Cynthia gently lowered her arm.

"Okay, Victor." She said calmly, "Enough of trouble."

Dumm bit his teeth: "Who are you?"

"You can scan me with your armor, use your X-rays or whatever, whatever method you use. Or use recognition spells to verify. Test my heartbeat, my voice, and see if I'm lying."

Dum frowned.

Needless to say, he had done all these long ago. A complete set of scanning procedures was not missed, but all signs pointed to the same result - the person in front of him was Cynthia von Doom, his mother, as if it were fake.

But that was impossible. The Lord of Hell is not a charity tycoon, and he had no reason to let go of his imprisoned souls—especially a witch like Cynthia.

"I know these are a little difficult to digest for a while, Victor." She continued patiently, "and there are many things to explain, but other things can be discussed later. The important thing is that the person you are facing is indeed me, your mother."

"My mother, I'm gone!"

Dum began to get angry. He floated up, his cloak flying. Magic was like a tide against the current and it was like a cyclone visible to the naked eye.

The entire palace was shaking, as if trembling at the blow that was about to be met.

***

Outside the palaces of Latovigna.

Mars cut out the portal in the air, and Michael and Doctor Strange walked out side by side.

"Magnificent magic energy fluctuations." Michael scanned the palace in front of him with his armor, "and the numerical fluctuations are very large, and someone should be fighting."

"Who? Doctor Doom?"

Michael didn't answer, but frowned slightly as he looked at the readings on the monitor.

"Let's go."

The moment they took the first step towards the palace, the attack suddenly came. The attack was silent, like it came from the void. It was not until the scorching wind swept in front of them with the sound of metal friction that the built-in computer in the battle suit gave a warning.

Without leaving him with too much reaction space, Michael had to take action under conditioned reflex. He stretched his left arm and pulled Doctor Strange behind him. Then he raised his right hand and held the sweeping iron chain with his forearm. The chain was attached to the burning hellfire, and the iron chain was tightly wrapped around his arm armor like a burning snake, and the terrifying heat even faintly penetrated the shell.

The other end of the chain was pinned in the hands of the Ghost Rider without any surprise.

Michael pulled his arm and pulled the evil spirit knight away from the ground along the iron chain. He lifted his right foot and swept him towards him. The evil spirit knight stepped out of his palm, and at the same time he used the force to stop the rushing force, raised his hand and slashed it down with a knife. Michael pulled his right arm, pulling the iron chain wrapped around his arm armor straight, blocking the sword that blocked the evil spirit knight, and even went around with the momentum, and tied the palm of the evil spirit knight's cut down in with the burning iron chain. He then opened his right palm, and took advantage of the moment when the evil spirit knight was entangled with the iron chain and fired it out with a pulse gun. The pulse energy blew on his abdomen, tilting the knight's head over and overturned the somersault, and the chain couldn't help but get out of his hand.
Chapter completed!