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"This damn Supreme Council is too eccentric!"

Dormammu looked up at the extremely arrogant Metron and cursed.

Throughout the entire Cybertron star, countless people looked up at the sky, witnessing the strong return of the god of knowledge, Metron - no matter how low-key Metron's small bench is, its functions are still sound, and it is a real artifact, Mitron Long, the god of knowledge, doesn't have much water either.

In Dormammu's view, face is bullshit, and the lining is the most important thing. If Dormammu is allowed to choose, he is willing to lose face and sit on that little bench!

O god of knowledge!

Artifact!

Dormammu looked up at the sky, with Dandan's sadness welling up in his heart.

The dark lord's line of sight has already passed the pretending Metron, and looked at the entire sky, which is the small universe that wraps the Cybertron galaxy.

"My dark dimension..."

Dormammu clutched his chest, heartbroken.

How many years has it been? Even the scumbag Temetron took back his chair, ah no, the small bench, but Downey still occupied his dark dimension and refused to return it.

The entire dark dimension was shattered and reshaped by Downey, turning it into a small universe that exists inside the main universe.

Dormammu was heartbroken, and the way he looked at Metron changed, full of jealousy.

"Master Dormammu was originally a great man in the main universe, a demon in the myths of countless civilizations, and countless lives trembled under my lust..."

But now, Master Dormammu is still just a demigod. He seriously doubts that the current self may not even be able to beat Electron Max and his ilk.

The thirteen ancestors are also looking for the possibility of advancing to the seventh level, and it is said that it is very effective. It seems that the fire in their chests can have even more terrifying potential as Downey becomes stronger.

Only Master Dormammu is still standing still. As an ancient demigod mage who came out of the earth, Dormammu cannot tolerate the days when he loses the dark dimension and is beaten back to his original form.

"Even Metron, a useless trash, can become the god of knowledge again... Even if that small bench is definitely controlled by Downey's hands and feet, it is still a god! Then I, Lord Dormammu, will naturally become the god of knowledge." god!"

"I once fought fiercely with the Sangong Mo!"

"The Downey I once suppressed when he was weak couldn't hold his head up!"

"I'm Downey's lifelong enemy!"

Dormammu became more and more angry, it was too unfair, and the sense of crisis in his heart reached its peak at the moment when Metron became a god again.

Before he knew it, his status on Cybertron was getting lower and lower, as if anyone could step on his feet.

It's okay for that bastard Du Zun to sneer at him at every turn, but the new big dog-like devil tamed by a raven dares to hold his head high in front of him.

Not long ago, in the battle with the Cosmic God Group, he, the dark lord, was not even qualified to participate in the battle... Even Hal's kind of mortal who took off the yellow light ring and was a real deal participated in the battle. He Dormam can fight!

Lord Dormammu has become less and less important.

At this moment.

call out!

boom!

In the air, a white energy lightning slammed down fiercely, hitting Dormammu's body right away, so that the flames on Dormammu's head flickered.

"I know what you're talking about." Metron's lofty voice accurately entered Dormammu's mind, "The power of the God of Knowledge is not for you, a half-person limited to the little master universe. God can figure it out."

Dormammu was so angry that he roared again and again, and rose up into the sky. The power dissipated in the rage caused a large depression on the metal ground under his feet.

Kemetron just sneered, gave Dormammu a look of understanding, and disappeared on the spot.

A group of law enforcement members rushed to the scene and held Dormammu in place on the spot, "Dormamu, you are suspected of deliberately disrupting the order of Cybertron."

"It's either pay or go to jail."

"Given that you caused no human damage, you also have the option of repairing the ground you damaged.

"

"..."

Dormammu leaned down, touched the ground with his hands, and used his powerful force to suck up the sunken ground bit by bit.

"I will definitely become a god, because I am a god."

Dormammu was brooding, and there were bursts of thuds, and the ground was repaired by Dormammu bit by bit.

...

blood domain.

Dormammu's wish will be realized soon if there is no accident, because when the brand-new Cybertron star takes shape, the meaning of the dark dimension will not be great. Cosmic-sized Cybertron.

Therefore, Downey will abandon the dark dimension at that time, and transfer the Nirvana universe to fit into the Cybertron star. It is best to stuff the spirit of existence into the core of Cybertron star, but the spirit of existence will hardly promise.

At that time, Dormammu will naturally be able to take back the Dark Dimension and continue to be his seventh-level Dark Lord.

In the blood domain, a giant planet is slowly taking shape. At first glance, it looks a little rough, but it is constantly being improved at an astonishing speed. This all-metal steel monster just lies quietly in the blood domain.

The innumerable clouds of terrifying matter easily gathered into a ball larger than a galaxy, and under Downey's control, they kept gathering and turned into a part of this planet.

Downey is very serious and meticulous in building this planet.

The observer, Frog Tu, did not know when he entered the blood domain in a spaceship, and stayed not far from Downey, carefully recording the whole process.

"It's really a great handwriting..." Frog Tu recorded, his big head shook from time to time, showing an expression of wonder.

The total matter of one hundred universes is used to build a giant planet in one piece. This move can already be called "creation"

An eighth-level sole god created the world with his own hands. This scene was a grand event. Of course, Frog Tu, who was keen to join in the fun, would not let it go. He personally drove the spaceship to observe the records.

Downey glanced at Frog Picture in surprise, and asked, "How do you know I'm here?"

The blood field is too huge, outside the main universe, ghosts know east, west, north, south, if there is no eighth level, it is easy to get lost in this vast bloody world.

Frog Tu replied: "The Observer family has many means, and your movement is so big, it is not difficult to find your traces. This is what we Observers do."

Downey nodded noncommittally, turned his head away, and continued to focus on the work at hand.

But in my heart, a guess was quietly confirmed.

"Sure enough, the 'Observer Medal', the only eighth-level artifact, has a high probability in the hands of Frog..."

Downey thought silently in his heart.

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