Rumble, rumble!
Because the crowd was growing larger and larger, every time Peter took a step forward, his followers behind him would march in unison with his movements.
The footsteps of tens of thousands of people were perfectly synchronized; when they landed, it felt as if the earth were shaking.
It even made the capital city of the Dark Dimension hum with the vibration.
On the walls of the capital city.
The captain of the native guards, who had been bought off by Dormammu, was issuing the order Dormammu had given to hunt down Peter and his group.
Upon hearing this, the guards at the city gate had originally been prepared to obediently express that they would definitely complete the mission and so on.
But before they could even open their mouths, they heard a sound from below that resembled an earthquake.
They instinctively looked in the direction of the sound, and when they saw the tens of thousands of troops behind Peter, and saw the Flames of Regency above Peter's head.
These soldiers were all struck dumb with amazement.
Immediately after, someone—it was unclear who—shouted something, and the surrounding soldiers suddenly sprang into action, instantly pinning that captain to the ground.
Regardless of how he cursed, struggled, or begged for mercy, the soldiers remained unmoved.
Following that, the guards at the gate immediately raised the city gate. Without Peter needing to say a word or make a move, they let Peter in with the most respectful attitude.
Seeing this scene of such a sudden reversal, Hela, who had previously been relying on dark forbidden spells to carve out a bloody path, was simply stunned.
"No way, this is just too ridiculous!" she couldn't help but remark.
"I was counting on having a big battle with these powerful natives, and this is it?"
"Isn't it better to keep things simple?" Kaecilius whispered a retort, then, before Hela could glare at him, he blended into the crowd and shouted:
"Wibibabu, wao rao~ (Dark Dimension language: Long live His Highness the Supreme God-King Peter~)"
Prompted by his shout, a series of "Wibibabu~" immediately rang out all around.
The sound was so loud that the houses inside the capital city hummed with the vibration, and the noise even carried all the way into the palace hall at the very center of the city.
Inside the grand hall, Dormammu was sitting on his throne, rubbing his non-existent temples.
For some reason, ever since Peter had shattered the interlayer space, he had felt a constant, intense unease.
To avoid any accidents, he had intended to use his control over dark energy to directly lock onto Peter's location.
However, just as he was preparing to mobilize the dark energy, he sensed that his sister, whom he had sealed away, was once again restlessly trying to break through the seal.
With no other choice, he had to temporarily slow down his pursuit of Peter and focus on contending with his restless sister.
At the same time, he issued the order to hunt down Peter and his group, attempting to immediately follow the intelligence from his lackeys to completely finish off Peter and his group after suppressing Umar.
As it turned out, he never expected that he had only just finished reinforcing Umar's seal.
The shouts of "Wibibabu" followed right on his heels, reaching the palace hall.
Hearing the cheers of the Dark Dimension citizens outside, Dormammu was stunned for a moment, then his expression turned incredibly ugly. Without a second thought, he stood up, and his entire being transformed into a streak of light as he rushed out of the palace.
At first, because the sound was still muffled, he hadn't heard Peter's name clearly and had assumed they were calling out Clea's name.
It was precisely because he had long since seen that his niece possessed extraordinary magical talent, and that the blood of the royal family of Umar flowed within her, that she would sooner or later become a major problem for his rule over the Dark Dimension.
That was why he had locked Clea in the Prison of the Deathless, intending to let her wither away there.
But he never expected that Clea would actually fight her way back.
But as he got closer and closer to Peter's group, he finally heard clearly whose name the natives of the Dark Dimension were actually shouting.
When he heard Peter's name clearly, his expression couldn't help but become incredibly strange.
What kind of joke was this? These natives were actually shouting the name of that Earthling?!
He was an Earthling, neither a Faltine nor an Umar; by what right could he gain the approval of these fellows?
With this thought, Dormammu stormed out of the palace, his gaze colliding with Peter, who was being crowded by the masses at the very front.
The moment he saw the Flames of Regency atop Peter's head, Dormammu's pupils constricted, and his face twisted completely out of shape.
The Flames of Regency, the thing he desired most, had actually landed on Peter's head at this very moment.
By what right?!
Why was it that he had strived to merge with the Dark Dimension, even wishing he could transform himself into darkness, yet couldn't gain the approval of the Flames of Regency, while Peter, an outsider, had gained it so easily?
Intense unease and jealousy instantly incinerated Dormammu's sanity.
"Damn it! Hand over the Flames of Regency, you lowly reptile! By what right do you get to have its approval?"
Dormammu roared, and with a wave of his hand, dark energy transformed into a terrifying beam of light that swept toward Peter.
Wherever it passed, those natives of the Dark Dimension who were cheering for Peter were instantly annihilated, turning into clumps of pitch-black charred remains.
But facing this terrifying strike, Peter only opened his right hand with a relaxed expression.
With that movement of his!
He actually caught the light beam, which Dormammu had released in a rage, with just a single hand.
It wasn't a total defense, nor was it a complete destruction, but an unequivocal subversion!
This incredibly violent magic light beam, condensed from dark energy, suddenly became incredibly docile the moment it sensed the Flames of Regency. The feeling… was as if it were a flame that had originally been born from within Peter's own body.
Peter marveled at how useful the effects of the Flames of Regency truly were.
Following that, under the eager anticipation of the natives all around, he raised his hand and flicked it with apparent casualness:
"Returning it to you!"
The moment his voice fell, the light beam was thrown back at Dormammu by Peter as if he were tossing a shot put.
Even more absurdly, the light beam spontaneously changed while in flight, transforming from its plain cylindrical shape into an indestructible dark holy sword, which slashed down toward Dormammu's head.
Dormammu spread his arms, attempting to catch the blade with his bare hands.
But the moment his hands clamped onto the dark holy sword, Peter's figure instantly vanished.
The next second, he flashed directly in front of Dormammu.
Facing the look of utter astonishment on Dormammu's face, he grinned and said:
"Remember this? Dormammu, Za Warudo!"
The moment his voice fell, time across the entire Dark Dimension once again fell into a state of stasis.
Peter, the only one able to move, looked at the shocked Dormammu opposite him. The next second, multicolored black flames instantly ignited on his fist.
Fire Wash + Flame Demon Dragon Form + Human Torch gene + Celestial Energy + Dragon Power + Amaterasu + Phoenix Force + Advanced Conqueror's Haki + Flames of Regency.
Looking at the flame energy on his hand, which had nine layers of buffs stacked upon it, Peter smiled slightly, then activated a Noble Phantasm he had never tried before.
Haymaker. Nine Lives Blade Works!
Ora ora ora ora ora ora... Ora!!!
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