mousepad-d2 Chapter 353 Cynthia Von Doum
Chapter 353 Cynthia Von Doum
Chapter 353 Cynthia Von Doum
Latvinia, Royal Palace.
Victor von Doom opened his eyes under the mask, and the eyes of the armor shone with a sharp ice-blue light.
"Who is it?" He asked coldly towards the empty hall.
A moment later, a translucent phantom actually emerged out of thin air.It was a woman in black, with a red cloak, black hair, and black pupils, but she exuded an inviolable aura like a queen.
Doom subconsciously stood up, with surprise in his eyes for a moment.In another lifetime he would not be able to forget the face of the most important woman in his life—Cynthia von Doom, his mother, the one he had tried so hard to save from hell.
But now, she was standing here with a calm expression and a calm look, as if it was a normal thing for her to appear here when she was supposed to be trapped in Mephisto's cage.
But Dum quickly came back to his senses, his eyes were gloomy as if he wanted to kill someone: "Who are you?"
It couldn't be his mother, he knew that.His mother is still in Hell, imprisoned by Mephisto for eternity, until one day Doom can go and free her soul.And one thing that is very obvious is that he has not succeeded so far, which means that this one that appeared in front of him can only be a fake.
Posing as Doom's mother was probably the worst decision anyone could ever make.
"I want to see your face, Victor," Cynthia said softly. "It's been too long."
Her tone was so natural that even her voice sounded exactly like Cynthia in Doom's memory, and this near-perfect imitation only made Doom more angry.His dark green cloak was windless, and a lavender magic circle emerged from the palms of his hands under the cloak, and the powerful magic power swirled around like a rushing air current.
"I don't know who you are," Doom said in a deep voice, "but how dare you!?"
With a low growl, he raised his palms, and the surging magic power gathered in all directions as if summoned, gathered in Doom's palm, and flew out with the dancing of his arms.The purple air current blew Cynthia's long hair and cloak, and the majestic magic power was enough to make anyone frightened, but that obviously did not include Cynthia.She stood there still with a calm expression, she waved her arm lightly, and the dark red magic power was released from her hand, transforming into a gorgeous magic barrier.Doom's magic power bombarded that layer of barrier, and scattered like a stream of water, disappearing without a trace.
There was a moment of surprise in Doom's eyes, but only for a moment.Without saying a word, he began to seal a more powerful spell.The magic circle transformed into purple-black magic power condensed in his hand, and the majestic vortex of magic power quickly converged and condensed into a deep and unpredictable purple-black light ball in his palm.
The magic power blasted out, and the purple-black sphere drew a trajectory like a crack, radiated electric energy, and blasted towards Cynthia with unparalleled momentum.The witch's black hair danced wildly, but her expression remained calm.Doom didn't even see her sign, nor did she say the spell.She only slightly raised her right hand and waved her arm lightly, as if a simple instruction from the conductor of the orchestra.A dark red arc was left in the air, and Doom's spell collapsed the moment it hit that arc.The purple-black sphere was divided into five pieces, which were scattered and shot in different directions, making the whole palace shake with such a bang.
Cynthia lowered her arms gently.
"Okay, Victor," she said quietly, "enough is enough."
Dum gritted his teeth: "Who are you, exactly?"
"You can scan me with your armor, with your X-rays or whatever, whatever you want. Or with an identification spell to verify. Take my heartbeat, my voice, see if I'm lie."
Doom frowned.
Needless to say, he had already done all of these.A whole set of scanning procedures, without missing a single item, but all signs point to the same result-the person in front of him is Cynthia von Doom, his mother, exactly as it was.
But that's impossible.The Lord of Hell is no benevolent tycoon, and he has no reason to release the souls he imprisoned—especially a witch like Cynthia.
"I know this is going to be hard to digest for a while, Victor." She continued patiently, "And there are still many things that need to be explained, but other things can be discussed later. The important thing is that the person you are dealing with is really It is indeed me, your mother."
"My, mother, is, gone!"
Doom was getting angry.He floated up, his cloak flying.The magic power was drawn into his palms like a countercurrent tide, and the cyclone visible to the naked eye seemed to empty the air around him.
The entire palace was crumbling, as if trembling at the blow it had to face.
***
Outside the palace in Latvinia.
Firestar cuts the portal through the air, and Michael and Doctor Strange step out side by side.
"Powerful fluctuations in magical energy." Michael scanned the palace in front of him with his battle armor, "and the value fluctuates greatly. Someone should be fighting."
"Who? Doctor Doom?"
Michael didn't answer, but frowned slightly looking at the readings on the monitor.
"Let's go."
The moment they took the first step towards the palace, the attack came suddenly.The attack was soundless, as if from the void.The built-in computer of the suit didn't issue a warning until the scorching wind swept across the front with the sound of metal friction.
Not giving him much room to react, Michael had to act reflexively.With a long left arm, he yanked Doctor Strange behind him.Following his right hand, he used his forearm to support the sweeping iron chain.The blazing hellfire was attached to the chain, and the iron chain was tightly wrapped around his gauntlet like a burning snake, and the terrifying heat even penetrated the outer shell faintly.
The other end of the iron chain, without any accident, was pinched in the hands of the ghost rider.
With a jerk of Michael's arm, he yanked the Ghost Rider off the ground along the iron chain and flew towards him.He raised his right foot and swept across his face.Ghost Rider blocked it with his palm, and at the same time used the brakes to stop the charge, and raised his hand with a hand knife to chop it down.With a pull of Michael's right arm, he straightened the iron chain wrapped around his gauntlet, and blocked the ghost knight's hand knife across the top, and even took advantage of the trend, and in turn used the burning iron chain to chop off the ghost knight's sword. The palms were tied in.Followed by his right palm, taking advantage of the moment when the ghost knight was entangled with the iron chain, he released a pulse cannon.The pulse energy slammed into his abdomen, sending the knight into a somersault, and the chain couldn't help but come out of his hand.
"It's really a 'grand welcome', Mephisto." Michael untied the chain wrapped around his arm, threw it aside, and said, "What do you want this time?"
(End of this chapter)