Magic Battle

"Ha ha, Doom, you really didn’t disappoint me."

The Eye Demon, whom Doom had plotted against, was not angry at all. Instead, he burst into laughter. Only a soul like this was worthy of being devoured by him.

At that moment, the nuclear energy Doom had fired struck the Artificial Sun. The Artificial Sun exploded outright, turning everything within several miles into a blinding white expanse. Even space itself was burned away, reduced to nothingness.

The army below could not help crying out. Even from so far away, they were still battered by the heat and particle streams, suffering intensely.

Doom did not flee very far. The reason was simple: he wanted to confirm at close range whether the Eye Demon Shuma-Gorath was dead. Even if it cost him a precious defensive artifact, it was worth it.

"Shuma-Gorath isn’t dead."

Doom’s gaze abruptly became incomparably grave. According to his magical senses, the Eye Demon’s aura was still there.

"Sorry, but your luck is pretty bad."

The Eye Demon appeared out of nowhere before Doom, its single eye locking firmly onto him. Doom immediately became unable to move.

This was the Eye Demon’s magic: it could freeze a target with its gaze—as long as it could see the target, it could immobilize them.

Doom did not panic. Frowning, he asked, "Why aren’t you dead? You don’t even have a scratch. That’s not scientific."

"I possess the Chaos Concept."

The Eye Demon patiently explained, "Before leaving, my true body suddenly went insane and stripped off a bit of the Chaos Concept for me. In other words, I have the Chaos Concept within me."

Doom’s mouth twitched slightly. Eye Demon Shuma-Gorath was absolutely capable of doing something like that. Don’t ask why; he did whatever he wanted.

The Eye Demon asked, "Do you know what the highest realm of the Chaos Concept is?"

Doom thought for a moment and answered, "Chaotic time?"

"No, chaotic fate. Just now, I disrupted fate and escaped a fate that guaranteed my death."

The Eye Demon said, "Although I can only use this ability once in a short period of time, that is enough. Doom, I will savor your soul, because it truly is delicious."

"You aren’t qualified to devour my soul."

Doom snorted. The space beside him suddenly exploded, and he used the force to rapidly retreat. Then, with a wave of his hand, nine satellites appeared in the sky and charged straight at the Eye Demon.

Doom was able to move because the Space Storm had blocked the Eye Demon’s line of sight. The Eye Demon’s gaze-locking spell was powerful, but its flaw was obvious—it had to see its target.

"Why did space suddenly explode? That isn’t magic."

The Eye Demon muttered as it fired beams at the satellites one after another. All nine satellites exploded thunderously in midair, flashing with nine dazzling white lights.

Those nine satellites were, astonishingly, nine miniature nuclear bombs.

"If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time."

Doom transformed magic into black mist that shrouded his body. Then he clapped his hands, and gigantic cockroaches flew out one after another, rushing toward the Eye Demon.

The abdomens of those cockroaches glowed with dazzling light. That was nuclear energy—every one of them had been raised on nuclear energy.

That was not all. Doom pointed toward the sky, and satellites appeared one after another. In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred satellites were floating overhead.

These satellites were still nuclear bomb satellites.

Some might wonder why Doom had so many nuclear bombs. The reason was simple: nuclear bombs from the old era had fallen out of fashion, so the six permanent members had tearfully held a massive clearance sale, buy one get one free, selling a huge number of nuclear warheads to Doom—the maintenance costs of nuclear weapons were absurdly expensive.

Of course, these nuclear bombs came with certain conditions, such as not being allowed for use on Earth and so on.

"I am not fighting alone. Earth stands behind me."

Doctor Doom said this. Without a trump card like this, how would he dare challenge an Ancient God projection? That was a projection of an Ancient God! "Interesting, interesting. Doom, let’s have some fun."

Eye Demon Shuma-Gorath burst into laughter. He loved impossibilities most of all, because they represented ultimate chaos. He wanted to see whether Doom could kill this Ancient God projection today!…

Chthon and Adam were old rivals. He could not be bothered with nonsense. As soon as they reached an uninhabited area, he summoned nine clones and had them all unleash Black Magic at the pursuing Adam.

This time, Chthon unleashed not only all kinds of beams, but also skulls, bone spears, dark corrosion, curses of ten thousand poisons, and other Black Magic. Layered together, they swept toward Adam like a storm.

"This is much fiercer than last time."

Adam was somewhat surprised. He clapped his hands, and Black Light burst from his body, transforming into shadowy figures that swept toward the Black Magic.

Every attack swept by the shadows became utterly chaotic, even crashing into the surrounding Black Magic. For a moment, magical explosions rang out everywhere around Adam.

"The same old trick."

Chthon smiled disdainfully. All ten of him raised their index fingers at Adam at once, and then ten streaks of Black Light transcended time and space, shooting directly at Adam.

Adam’s expression changed slightly. This was the top-tier Black Magic, Finger of Death. Last time, only Chthon’s true body had been able to use this move. For some reason, even his clones could use it this time.

Adam waved his hand, throwing the surrounding space into utter chaos. All ten Fingers of Death veered aside and streaked past his body.

Before Adam could breathe a sigh of relief, the Fingers of Death traveled through space and shot toward him again. That was what made Finger of Death terrifying—it would not stop until its target was dead.

Seeing this, Adam dodged while controlling the other Black Magic to crash into the Fingers of Death.

Chthon became even more disdainful. Taking advantage of Adam’s inability to divide his attention, all ten of him began preparing top-tier Black Magic, intending to suppress Adam completely.

A mere newly ascended Satan dared to provoke Chthon? He truly did not know the difference between life and death. Last time, Chthon had merely been insufficiently prepared. This time, Satan would not be so lucky.

"Chthon, why are your clones so powerful?"

Adam asked Chthon—not the Chthon of this universe, but Zombie Universe Chthon. He had been refined by the true body and was now a puppet.

"Those clones are not ordinary clones."

Zombie Universe Chthon answered, "They are special clones Chthon created by sacrificing millions of lives. Each one possesses eighty percent of his projection’s strength and is extremely formidable. However, they have to be controlled at close range and cannot be sent out to act independently."

"Eighty percent?"

Adam was somewhat shocked. No wonder they could use top-tier Black Magic like Finger of Death.

Zombie Universe Chthon said, "Eighty percent is nothing. If Chthon’s true body used those nine clones, their strength could come infinitely close to that of his projection. After all, Chthon’s true body possesses the Black Magic Concept."

"How do I break these nine clones?"

Adam asked. Unless he dealt with the nine clones, there was no way he could take down Chthon.

This time, Chthon had clearly come prepared to deal with Adam once and for all, so Adam would stop getting in his way.

Zombie Universe Chthon said, "For anyone else, it would be nearly impossible. But for you, it is incredibly simple."

Adam asked, "How so?"

"Use the Evil Concept to give the nine clones a sense of self. Then, for their own sake, they will definitely betray Chthon."

Zombie Universe Chthon said, "Only if Chthon dies can they be free."

"It’s a good idea, but the problem is that I can’t do it."

Adam was somewhat embarrassed. He had possessed the Chaos Concept and Evil Concept for too short a time and simply could not bring out their true power.

That was also why Chthon looked down on Adam. Adam was too young.

Both the Chaos Concept and the Evil Concept were immensely powerful concepts. Setting aside the Evil Concept for now, the Eye Demon’s Chaos Concept could even throw fate itself into chaos.

If Adam fully mastered both concepts, destroying Chthon’s projection would be as easy as turning over his hand.

Adam was not the only one with this problem. His true body, Wang Bert, was in a similar situation. Fortunately, through his death battle with Zombie Universe Galactus, he had successfully mastered his concept.

Leaving that aside for now, Zombie Universe Chthon said, "Simple. Use Black Magic to stimulate the concepts’ abilities. I’ll teach you."

"Good."

Adam nodded in satisfaction. His true body had traded a wisp of the White Magic Concept for Chthon’s soul. That had truly been a wise decision.

After Zombie Universe Chthon finished teaching him, Adam slapped his chest, and a figure flew out of his body, drawing away all ten Fingers of Death.

"A projection? Good, I’ll suppress it together with you."

Chthon was not surprised. He snorted and raised his hands along with his clones. A gigantic dark Magic Array appeared in the void, and Adam instantly felt unable to move, as if an entire world were pressing down on him.

"Adam, now I’ll show you just how vast the gap between us is. Black Magic, World of Despair."

Chthon shouted. The Magic Array abruptly transformed into a barren, lifeless miniature world. Then, a powerful suction force emerged from that small world, dragging Adam inside against his will.

Before Adam could clearly see his surroundings, the strength of the entire world crushed down upon him. He was pinned in the air, unable to move.

"There’s something wrong with this small world."

Adam frowned deeply. With his strength, he could destroy even planets. An ordinary small world could not possibly trap him.

At that moment, countless resentful energies rose from the earth below and surged toward Adam.

"You want to play with resentful energy against me?"

Adam smiled disdainfully. Endless Black Light bloomed from his body, then transformed into more than a hundred black dragons that wildly devoured the resentful energy.

As the Hell Lord, how could he possibly fear resentful energy?

Chthon secretly sneered at this. The essence of this spell was not the small world. The small world merely suppressed Adam and prevented him from escaping. The true essence of this spell lay in that resentful energy.

The more resentful energy Adam devoured, the closer his connection with this small world would become. In the end, he would become the world, and the world would become him.

That was no good thing. At that point, Chthon only needed to activate the contingency he had planted in the small world to easily seal, severely injure, or even kill Adam.

In addition, the reason this world contained so much resentful energy was because every living being in the entire world had been sacrificed by Chthon.

"I am the Great Demon God Chthon."

Chthon laughed triumphantly. Then, not wasting any time, he controlled the resentful energy alongside his nine clones to erode Adam.

As for Adam’s projection, Chthon did not underestimate it. Not only did he keep watching it closely, but he also controlled the Black Magic he had previously unleashed, turning it into skulls that surrounded and intercepted Adam’s projection.

"This old bastard really isn’t simple."

Adam cursed as he did his best to dodge the Fingers of Death and skulls. At the same time, following Zombie Universe Chthon’s instructions, he severed his evil self from himself.

Everyone had evil within them, and Adam was no exception. Under the effects of the Evil Concept and Black Magic, a tiny, pitch-black figure brimming with evil appeared in his sea of consciousness, cackling sinisterly.

Adam complained, "Was it necessary to laugh like a villain?"

"I’m an evil clone. I was born to be a villain. What’s wrong with laughing like this?"

The evil little figure picked its nose and said, "Besides, people should do whatever they want. If I were you, I would’ve slept with every beautiful woman in Hell long ago."

Adam said, "Wouldn’t that be letting them take advantage of me? I’m the most handsome man in the universe!"

The evil little figure was speechless. No wonder Adam never touched the beautiful women in Hell—he was afraid of getting the short end of the stick. It complained, "Can you get any more narcissistic?"

Adam said irritably, "Enough nonsense. Hurry up and control those clones."

"Piece of cake. This time, I’ll make Chthon drop a rock on his own foot."

The evil little figure chuckled, silently transferring into one of Chthon’s clones. Then it used evil magic to infect the clone, gradually giving it consciousness and a sense of self.

"I’m alive."

The clone was filled with delight. The evil little figure warned, "Don’t show it, or Chthon will kill you immediately. Pretend nothing happened and secretly take control of his fusion with the small world."

"Understood."

The clone agreed mentally. It was worth mentioning that Adam did not control it. The reason it was helping Adam fight Chthon was that Chthon would never spare it. It had to strike first.

After a clone rebelled, the first one it wanted to kill was its true body. Every clone was the same.

The evil little figure nodded in satisfaction and went to control another clone.

Zombie Universe Chthon warned, "The evil little figure is formed from a concept and magic. Once you are done using it, remember to reclaim it immediately. Otherwise, if it develops a sense of self, it will betray you and become your most terrifying enemy."

"A dangerous double-edged sword."

Adam nodded. He asked, "Magic and concepts seem to work well together."

"Ordinary magic is the application of the power of heaven and earth, while god-level magic is an interpretation of rules and concepts."

Zombie Universe Chthon answered, "After this battle, I suggest you cultivate Black Magic. It will allow you to master the two concepts as quickly as possible."

"I’ll consider it."

Adam nodded and continued acting. Once all nine clones had rebelled, Chthon would be in for quite a show.

Chthon knew nothing of this. Seeing that everything was proceeding smoothly, he became even more pleased. After today, he, Chthon, would become the strongest being in the universe.

Meanwhile, outside the Sealed Temple at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, Odin said to Great Serpent, "Brother, there’s a good show to watch. Aren’t you going to observe?"

"I don’t like watching battles. I like joining them personally."

Great Serpent said with a cold smile. Odin sighed and said, "Brother, I’ve told you many times. Unless you let go of your hatred, I will not release you."

Great Serpent said, "I don’t need you to release me!"

"Brother, you can’t get out on your own…"

Just as Odin spoke, the temple gates exploded with a boom, shattered stone shooting in all directions. Then, the gaunt Great Serpent stepped out one step at a time, wearing a "warm" smile as he asked, "My dear little brother, did you miss me?"