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The cards in Mike's hand turned into specks of light and dissipated.
The moment layers of energy barriers and magical boundaries sprang up to protect them, Mike spoke quickly to the Ancient One, "Go! Go to Asgard!"
Judging by Odin's expression just moments ago, Asgard must be facing a tremendous crisis. After hurriedly exchanging a few words to confirm that Mike and the Ancient One were in no immediate danger facing Dormammu, Odin had left rapidly.
Compared to wasting time here with Dormammu, it was better for them to go help Odin. If something catastrophic were to happen to Odin or Asgard, it wouldn't be worth it even if they managed to kill Dormammu.
The Ancient One nodded; she had the same intention.
After all, this was the Dark Dimension, Dormammu's territory. She understood Dormammu's power very well. Without Odin, if the entity truly decided to fight the two of them regardless of the consequences, it would give her a massive headache. She might even be forced to abandon the plan of draining Dormammu's energy to heavily injure him.
So...
"Let's leave this place," the Ancient One whispered.
While Mike continued to throw out cards to block Dormammu's various energy attacks, she donned her sling ring and quickly began to open a portal.
But just as they were preparing to leave, Dormammu roared.
"Don't even think about it!"
Space tore apart and then folded in on itself; the portal the Ancient One had opened vanished instantly.
Mike's eyes darkened, while the Ancient One gave a bitter smile. "This guy is getting desperate."
Dormammu roared in fury, causing space and matter to descend into chaos under his manipulation.
He had been pressed and rubbed into the dirt by Mike's trio for so long. Now that Odin had suddenly left, it was the perfect time for him to counterattack. How could he possibly let Mike and the Ancient One leave so easily?
Moreover, for Odin to leave so hurriedly in the middle of a battle, something critical must have happened. Although he didn't know what had drawn Odin away, the enemy of his enemy was his friend.
If the Ancient One and Mike were leaving now, it must be to support Odin. He absolutely would not let them have their way.
Thinking of this, Dormammu clenched his hand. Massive fragments of celestial bodies, carrying the weight of mountains, flew toward Mike and the Ancient One.
The Ancient One cast a defensive spell, conjuring a golden array in front of them. As she blocked the attack for both of them, she said to Mike, "Dormammu is manipulating space. The portal cannot be opened for the time being."
Boom, boom!
The celestial fragments crashed continuously against the defensive array, shattering into dust that scattered in all directions.
Mike sighed. A card appeared between his fingers as he said to the Ancient One, "I'll deal with him. You find an opportunity to leave and help Odin."
The Ancient One's expression was grave. "Be careful!"
"Don't worry."
Mike forced a smile. He looked at the card in his hand, feeling a bit of heartache at using it.
Name: Gilgamesh (Enhancement +6)
Ability Introduction: Known as the 'King of Heroes', summoned into the modern world under the class of Archer in the 'Holy Grail War'.
Remark: Mongrels, mongrels, you are all mongrels!
On the card was a tall, slender young man with golden hair and crimson eyes, clad in golden armor. He gazed forward with a look of utter disdain, as if everything before him was an ant, a mere plaything in his palm.
This was an Ability Card. It was one of the few Ability Cards Mike possessed that had been enhanced beyond level five.
Relying solely on Kryptonian abilities to defeat a powerful magical enemy like Dormammu, who lacked a physical form, was wishful thinking. Unless...
A thought flashed through his mind. The card in Mike's hand turned into specks of light and dissipated, and a phantom image flickered briefly before vanishing.
In the next second, under the Ancient One's curious gaze, Mike nodded to her and flew out of the defensive array.
Facing the incoming celestial debris, Mike's eyes flashed. The space behind him turned a brilliant gold, then rippled like water. One by one, weapons radiating powerful auras emerged from the space behind him.
With a wave of his hand, those weapons flew out from the golden void. Accompanied by the shrieking sound of tearing air, they turned into dazzling golden streaks of light. Under Mike's control, they accurately intercepted the flying star fragments.
Boom, boom!
Explosions rang out incessantly, and the surrounding space began to tremble as if wailing.
Seeing Mike block the attack, Dormammu grew even more furious, but Mike was very satisfied with the enhanced attacks. Using the offensive weapons merely for defense was enough to easily block Dormammu's assault.
After being enhanced to +6, the power of this card was truly impressive.
Looking at the space which was still in a chaotic state, Mike frowned slightly.
It seemed that unless he forced Dormammu to focus all his attention on him, the entity would continue to interfere with the Ancient One's escape.
"In that case, enjoy this properly, Dormammu!"
As the thought settled in his mind, the golden space behind Mike suddenly expanded tenfold, illuminating almost the entire dimension.
Gate of Babylon.
After Mike enhanced the ability, the power of this Noble Phantasm had risen to a terrifying level. Every single treasure within the vault had also been enhanced.
Endless weapons appeared continuously.
Every weapon was a divine artifact; every weapon flashed with dangerous light; every weapon possessed its own unique legendary power.
But at this moment, these weapons flew out like common arrows, shooting toward Dormammu.
Everything that stood in front of these special 'arrows' was sliced to pieces by the weapons.
Zzzzt!
It was as if even space itself was being cut with fissures.
When all these weapons flew toward Dormammu, even he had to treat them seriously.
In the next second, endless dark energy transformed under Dormammu's control into a barrage of attacks, meeting Mike's assault like a dense curtain of rain.
A rain of golden arrows against a curtain of black-purple rain—the two sides clashed violently.
Sizzle!
The golden-glowing Noble Phantasms tore through the black energy, but in the next second, more dark energy blocked them.
Mike and Dormammu were like two ruthless monarchs, commanding armies of gold and black to slaughter each other in the dark dimension. In the place where the two armies clashed, nothing else existed but the slaughter.
At this moment, the space previously manipulated by Dormammu returned to normal.
The Ancient One's eyes flashed. She opened a portal and vanished.
"Hah! Now you are the only one left. This place will become your grave!"
Dormammu sneered at Mike.
Mike dug his pinky finger into his ear. "So, you are a dreamer."
Dreamer?
Dormammu paused, then laughed coldly. "Whether it's a dream or not, you'll know once you're dead!"
With a thought, massive amounts of matter transformed under his control into sharp spikes wrapped in dark energy, shooting toward Mike from all directions.
Mike showed no weakness and charged forward to meet them.
Boom, boom!
The two sides bombarded each other continuously, lighting up the entire space with multicolored energy.
"I don't believe your weapons are infinite!"
Dormammu spoke coldly.
Mike shrugged. He didn't explain that his weapons would be automatically retrieved.
Suddenly—splash, splash...
A sound like flowing water echoed in the dark dimension.
Mike's eyes flashed, and he frowned.
Without him noticing, a 'river' formed of energy had quietly taken shape around him. Under Dormammu's control, it constantly shifted into various forms, flowing incessantly like a dragon ready to devour a man. It actually isolated the space Mike was in, turning it into an independent pocket dimension.
Space and matter, under Dormammu's manipulation, became Mike's enemies, constantly shrinking the range in which Mike could move.
Space began to fold and fracture; matter began to decompose and reorganize. Attacks formed from various energies surged out from the river, flying toward Mike like a violent storm.
In this moment, Mike felt as if he were an enemy of the entire world.
"In that case, I'll destroy this 'world'."
With Mike's murmur, he made a grasping motion with his hand. Golden ripples appeared on the ground, and then an object made entirely of gold—resembling a giant key—was gripped in Mike's hand.
Streaks of golden light continued to defend Mike against the attacks, but at this moment, all light paled in comparison to that key.
Mike held it upright and twisted his hand gently, as if unlocking a switch.
In the next instant, the entire key emitted a blinding golden light. Lines resembling red crystal spread out from it, shooting straight into the sky like a magnificent crystalline wall.
Witnessing this scene, Dormammu felt a shock in his heart.
He could feel an extremely powerful force slowly emerging, as if it were about to destroy this world.
A second later, the magnificent red crystal patterns vanished completely. In front of Mike appeared a floating gold-and-red sphere.
Slowly, a hilt—black on the upper half, golden on the lower—emerged from the sphere. As Mike reached out to grasp it, a conical blade composed of black and red cylindrical segments formed rapidly.
Sword of Rupture, Ea.
This was the sword that could cut open the world; the sword that could destroy the world.
Looking at the Sword of Rupture in Mike's hand, Dormammu felt a pressure that made even him tremble.
What is that thing?
He whispered internally, destruction flashing in his eyes as he clenched his fist hard.
Instantly, the river of energy isolating the space began to shrink madly. As it shrank, space shattered inch by inch.
He intended to annihilate this entire pocket of space completely. As for the trapped Mike, he would naturally be destroyed along with it.
However, Mike didn't see it that way.
He raised the sword in his hand high.
"Awaken, EA!"
Mike whispered indifferently.
The blade of the Sword of Rupture in his hand began to rotate.
Immediately, waves of red energy filled with the aura of destruction began to swirl around the blade. As if churning the entire world, the space isolated by Dormammu began to twist and collapse visibly.
"Enuma Elish! (The Star of Creation that Split Heaven and Earth!)"
In the next instant, as Mike pointed the tip of the sword at Dormammu, the space began to collapse. Everything started to face destruction. A pillar of gold-and-red light, filled with the aura of ruin, annihilated everything in its path as it flew toward Dormammu with undiminished momentum.
Dormammu's expression changed drastically. He attempted to manipulate matter and space to form defenses, while simultaneously manipulating space to move himself away.
But the space and matter were instantly annihilated; he couldn't manipulate them at all.
"No!"
Dormammu roared as the gold-and-red energy swallowed him.
Seconds later, when the gold-and-red energy dissipated, space and matter had been completely obliterated. This area had become a void of nothingness.
And within this void, there was a cluster of magical flames slowly regaining a humanoid shape.
Dormammu, composed of magical fire, found the flames on his body burning dimly.
That strike just now—although it hadn't killed him because of the nature of the Dark Dimension—had caused him significant injury.
The obliterated space was slowly recovering, but Dormammu's confidence had disappeared along with the vanished matter.
He glanced at Mike. Seeing Mike raise the Sword of Rupture again, he let out a cry of grief and indignation, then fled rapidly.
Not only had he been insulted by a weak mage trapping him in a time loop, but he had also been gang-beaten by Mike's trio. Just when he wanted to teach Mike a lesson and show off his power, he got slapped in the face by Mike...
Seeing this, Mike blinked and muttered softly, "Why bother?"
He shook his head. A card appeared and instantly turned into light spots, vanishing. Subsequently, a portal leading to Asgard appeared in front of Mike.
Mike stepped through and arrived in Asgard.
Burning flames, shattered earth.
Looking at the apocalyptic scene of Asgard before him, Mike was stunned.
He turned his head and immediately saw the Fire Giant standing as tall as a mountain peak.
"Surtur!?"
Mike whispered, a trace of shock flashing in his eyes.
What is going on?
Why is Surtur here? And how did he get his power back?
No wonder Odin's expression had turned so ugly during the fight earlier; his home was being raided.
Watching Surtur and Odin fighting, Mike squeezed the Sword of Rupture in his hand. Just as he was about to join the battle, Surtur roared, his voice thundering like a storm.
"Be destroyed together! Asgard! Odin!"
Through the battle, Surtur, whose power had been restored to its peak, swung the Twilight Sword and plunged it fiercely into the earth beneath his feet.
The ground shattered. Cracks appeared across the land, spewing fire and magma like blood bleeding from Asgard.
Boom, boom!
Explosions that seemed to make the soul tremble rang out. The entirety of Asgard began to crack and crumble under Surtur's world-ending flames.
The corner of Mike's mouth twitched.
So, he had arrived just in time for Asgard's Ragnarok?
What about the Ancient One?
Didn't she come to help Odin?
Where was she?
He didn't believe that Surtur could destroy Asgard under the combined efforts of the Ancient One and Odin.
But now, the facts were right before his eyes... wait a minute.
Mike's eyes swept around, looking in all directions.
There was no one. Aside from some corpses, there wasn't a single living Asgardian.
A thought surged in Mike's mind. He looked at Odin and noticed the corner of Odin's mouth slightly raised. Mike's eyelid twitched.
That old bastard, could he have...
Boom, boom!
Violent explosions rang out. Under Surtur's immense power, the entirety of Asgard exploded apart.
Terrifying shockwaves and flames swallowed everything.
(End of Chapter)