"Who said it wouldn't help?"
Peter shot Kaecilius a sideways glance, looking at him as if he were a hopeless idiot.
"Dormammu can control the Dark Dimension through magic, so why can't we?"
"Even if we can't do that, don't we still have Dormammu's sister and her daughter?"
"As long as we can find them, understand how Dormammu fused with the Dark Dimension, we can naturally reverse the process, strip him of the dark energy, or even destroy him completely."
Hearing Peter say this, even Kaecilius and Hela realized the implications.
With that, their objective became very clear: find Clea or her mother, Umar.
Then, learn the secret of Dormammu's fusion with the Dark Dimension directly from them, or help them replace Dormammu.
In this way, the crisis facing Earth would be easily resolved.
...
With the goal set, the subsequent tasks became very easy.
The group headed towards the royal city of the Dark Dimension.
Along the way, Hela was responsible for the killing, while Peter followed behind, reading the memories of the Dark Dimension's natives to find out exactly where Clea was.
After killing about a dozen natives of the Dark Dimension, Peter finally learned Clea's specific location.
According to their memories, Clea had been banished to a prison far from the royal city along with a group of natives because she opposed Dormammu's tyranny.
This prison was guarded by a large number of twisted Mindless Ones and was considered an absolute forbidden zone by the natives.
However, what was a forbidden zone to the natives was nothing more than a stress-free "tourist attraction" to Peter and his group.
Hela and the others might not be able to defeat Dormammu, who was highly bound to the Dark Dimension, but dealing with a group of Mindless Ones was a piece of cake.
Before long, the group arrived at this secret prison.
Hela still acted as the main tank, with Gwen and the Ancient One providing support, while Peter activated Senbonzakura to take on the role of the main DPS.
After a bout of efficient slaughter, about ten minutes later, the entire Mindless One prison had been wiped clean by Peter and his group.
The group of five also saw Clea in the deepest part of the prison.
Clea looked exactly like the image in the post-credits scene of Doctor Strange 2 that Peter had seen before transmigrating.
She wore purple armor, had beautiful long silver hair, and a face that resembled Charlize Theron in her prime.
The moment they saw Clea's rather impressive beauty, Gwen and Hela's "Peter-sense" tingled, and the two women exchanged a glance, a vague sense of unease arising in their hearts.
Sure enough, the next second, Clea's eyes in the dungeon clearly brightened.
Her gaze locked accurately onto Peter in the crowd.
There was no other reason; the Ancient One, Hela, and Gwen were all women, and as for Kaecilius, the guy looked neither human nor ghost due to the erosion of dark energy, clearly not the type of appearance that would make one feel favorable.
Contrasted by this guy, Peter's temperament appeared even more outstanding and his appearance even more handsome.
As mentioned earlier, the physical form of the Orner royal family was quite similar to humans on Earth.
Clea had grown up looking no different from a human, and her father and mother also had human appearances, so her aesthetic preferences were naturally no different from a normal human's.
This resulted in her, having spent years with Mindless Ones, looking at Peter now and feeling that he completely hit the mark in her heart!
"Hey, are you the knight sent by my mother to save me?"
Clea stared at Peter with bright eyes, practically having the words "love at first sight" written on her face.
Sensing the two clearly unfriendly gazes behind him, Peter turned back and shrugged innocently, looking as if it had nothing to do with him, then cleared his throat and said:
"I'm very sorry, Ms. Clea, our arrival has nothing to do with your mother. We are here to eliminate your uncle, Dormammu."
"Eliminate Dormammu?"
Hearing this, Clea was immediately wide awake:
"Count me in! Count me in! I swore a long time ago to kill that damn bastard and avenge my father and mother!"
Hela looked annoyed as she shattered the chains on the prison and Clea, and Clea, like a bird restored to freedom, immediately sidled up to Peter and started asking questions:
"Where are you guys from? Why do you want to eliminate Dormammu?"
Peter roughly explained Dormammu's ambition to invade Earth, then looked at Clea with a sincere expression and said:
"To eliminate Dormammu, we must know how he fused with the magic energy in the Dark Dimension. Can you tell me what the secret behind Dormammu is?"
Hela, standing to the side, couldn't help but roll her eyes when she heard this, and couldn't help but retort:
"Can't you just read his memories directly? Why do you have to ask?"
Peter answered with complete justification:
"If we want to find a spokesperson to rule the Dark Dimension in the future to ensure that the Dark Dimension will never invade Earth again, this Ms. Clea is the best candidate, isn't she? When treating an ally, one must, of course, be sincere and kind!"
Faced with Peter's shameless answer, Hela directly responded with her middle finger:
"I think you're just lusting after her body, you scumbag!"
Clea: Wait, there's such a good thing?! Then I won't be polite!
Although she thought this in her heart, Clea still maintained her princess-like reserve on the surface. She snuck a glance at Peter, then pretended not to understand anything, and revealed her uncle's background completely:
"Dormammu's ability to fuse with dark energy relies entirely on his own special constitution."
"Like my mother Umar, he is an energy race called the Faltine. The Faltine have no physical form and can fuse with any energy system. This is the key to his ability to rule the Dark Dimension."
Hearing this, the Ancient One and Gwen couldn't help but frown:
"If that's the case, then we're in trouble!"
Pure energy bodies cannot be destroyed, and now that he has fused with dark energy, wanting to separate him from it is simply a fantasy!
Just as the two were feeling worried because of Clea's words, Peter, who was on the side, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow:
"Where is the trouble? The situation is much simpler than I imagined."
Hearing this, the Ancient One couldn't help but ask:
"Mr. The Arbiter, do you have a way to completely separate Dormammu from the dark energy?"
Peter shook his head slightly:
"I can't separate them completely, but..."
Speaking of this, he raised the Omnitrix in his hand:
"Unfortunately, I have a way to transform into a Faltine like him. As long as I turn into a Faltine and then devour Dormammu, the crisis we are facing will be resolved, right?"
The Ancient One: ???
There's such an operation?
Clea: Huh? So you're also a Faltine hybrid?
Now we're an even better match!
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