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"Excalibur: The Sword of Promised Victory!"
Even after unleashing the magic taught by Ilúvatar, George wasn't finished. He knew Dormammu was too powerful to be defeated easily. Thus, he projected the strongest Light-attribute Noble Phantasm. Combining his magnetic field manipulation and sword-control spells, he wielded both Enuma Elish and Excalibur simultaneously, raining slash after slash upon Dormammu.
At the same time, his physical body charged at the dark entity.
Melee combat, magic, superpowers—George was firing on all cylinders, engaging in a fierce, chaotic battle within the Dark Dimension. By relying on various magics and Noble Phantasms that operated on laws foreign to the Marvel Universe, George, though technically weaker in raw power, momentarily gained the upper hand.
However, as Dormammu gradually adapted to George's various attacks, that advantage began to fade. It seemed it wouldn't be long before Dormammu turned the tables and suppressed George completely.
At that point, if George wanted to survive, his only option would be to use Enuma Elish to cleave the dimension open and flee in disgrace.
Yet, George showed no surprise at this development. Instead, the corners of his mouth curled upward.
Everything was proceeding exactly as he had predicted.
"Lowly human, I have adapted to your magic!"
Manipulating his colossal body formed of dark energy, Dormammu defended against George's attacks with dark magic while launching a counteroffensive against George's dragon form. He was confident that soon he would defeat George and devour both this human and the world he had created.
"Since you've adapted, then it is time to end this!"
As George's voice rang out, Dormammu's body of dark energy suddenly stiffened. All his dark magic vanished instantly, and the Dark Dimension's suppression on George lifted.
At this precise moment, George played his final trump card.
"Soul Integration!"
The souls of all his clones instantly returned to his main body, causing George's soul power to skyrocket exponentially.
"Sever!"
Seizing the second where Dormammu was paralyzed, George's internal world counter-invaded the Dark Dimension, while his soul invaded Dormammu's essence. Applying pressure on both fronts, he instantly severed a significant portion of the connection between Dormammu and the Dark Dimension.
By the time Dormammu reacted and tried to stop it, it was already too late.
George's soul power now surpassed Dormammu's. Furthermore, Dormammu was not the original creator of the Dark Dimension and could not fully control it. Because he hadn't stopped it immediately, he entered a vicious cycle: the less control Dormammu had over the Dark Dimension, the weaker he became; the weaker he became, the harder it was to stop George, leading to even further loss of control.
The main reason for this outcome, aside from the massive surge in George's soul power, was that single second of stiffness. If not for that moment of total paralysis where he lost all control, George would never have had the chance to complete the first step, let alone the subsequent ones.
As for why Dormammu froze at such a critical moment, it went back to the clone George had devoured.
When George used the Infinity Stones to subdue Dormammu's projection and pulled it into his world, he didn't destroy it immediately. Instead, he decomposed and devoured its energy but preserved that wisp of soul. At the critical moment, using that soul fragment as a medium, he activated various black magic and curses he had learned from different worlds.
He wasn't just skilled in light magic; his research into black magic and curses was equally proficient. While they couldn't truly harm Dormammu, causing a momentary stagnation was achievable.
This teaches a valuable lesson: no matter how strong you are, don't make clones willy-nilly.
Of course, George was the exception. His cloning technique came from Ancestor Hongjun. There was likely no one capable of bypassing worlds and Hongjun to curse him through a clone. Moreover, his clones were no pushovers; some were even stronger than his main body.
"No!"
Dormammu felt his grip on the Dark Dimension slipping away. If this continued, he would eventually lose control completely. Without the Dark Dimension, he might not even be able to maintain the baseline power of a Single Universe Level entity.
"God of the Underworld, save me!"
Things had reached a desperate point. Dormammu knew he couldn't turn the tables on his own. He began to communicate with the God of Black Magic, Chthon, hoping this powerful patron could intervene, help him reclaim the Dark Dimension, and snatch victory from the jaws of defeat.
"He actually came."
As Dormammu cried for help, George immediately noticed a surge of red power appearing in the sky of the Dark Dimension—Chthon's Chaos Magic.
Chaos Magic was one of the three great ancient powers, capable of easily altering reality. Once Chthon made his move, George felt the reality where he seized the Dark Dimension beginning to shift; it was being rewritten into a reality where Dormammu seized George's world.
If successful, the situation would instantly reverse.
"Even if you are Chthon, it won't be that easy!"
George, having anticipated this, rapidly altered the nature of the energy within his body. He converted half of it into identical Chaos Magic to resist Chthon's reality warping, and the other half into the Phoenix Force to accelerate the destruction of Dormammu's control.
Having absorbed the Chaos Magic from Wanda and the Phoenix Force from Jean, he could now convert his internal power into these two forces at will.
Sensing George's resistance, a soft sound of surprise echoed from the sky above the Dark Dimension, as if the intruder hadn't expected George to master two Ancient Forces simultaneously.
Consequently, the Chaos Magic in the sky surged violently. A demon with red eyes and white hair, exuding an aura of elegance and composure, stepped forth.
Chthon's true body had descended.
"Hahaha! Brat, you're dead now!"
Seeing Chthon's true body appear, Dormammu burst into arrogant laughter.
George, however, simply smirked.
"It's a bit too early to say that."
As his voice faded, Dormammu's smile froze instantly. He suddenly sensed several familiar and terrifying energies manifesting within the Dark Dimension.
George looked up to see four figures—or more accurately, four gods—emerging opposite Chthon.
On the left was the great cosmic entity Eternity, who had taken the Ancient One away earlier. On the right was the trinity known as the Vishanti.
The Vishanti was not a single god, but a union of three ancient ones: the Omnipotent Oshtur, the All-Seeing Agamotto, and the Hoary Hoggoth.
Oshtur was one of Earth's Elder Gods; Hoggoth was the last survivor of an ancient, mystical alien race; and Agamotto was born from a tear shed by Oshtur when she returned to Earth and was moved by the birth of humanity.
All three were Multiverse Level entities, and when united, they reached the peak of the Multiverse Level.
(End of Chapter)