American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

Chapter 158: Dimensional Demon God, Six Minutes

"10:00:15 10:00:14 10:00:13 10:00:00"

Tang Song stroked the tiger's head, raised his left wrist, and glanced at his watch. Half of the time he had allotted had already passed.

"Lane, Kane, take these two Bone Seals to the Ghoul White Bone Banners in the due east and due west. Use your True Qi to activate the White Bone Banners and spur on the entities within!"

Tang Song took out two bone tokens from his Five Yin Wallet and handed them to Lane and Kane.

"Yes, Boss!"

Lane and Kane stepped forward, each taking a bone token from Tang Song.

The palm-sized bone tokens felt smooth like jade. Upon closer inspection, they were composed of countless tiny white bones, square and regular, resembling ancient military command tokens.

On the front of the Bone Seals, a White Bone Spirit Pattern was outlined in white bone! Lane and Kane held the White Bone Talismanic Seals and walked into the black mist area. Radiance bloomed from the White Bone Talismanic Seals, and the black mist in front of them immediately receded like a tide to both sides.

Revealing two paths leading directly to the Ghoul White Bone Banners—

Lane arrived at the Ghoul White Bone Banner in the due east and poured True Qi into the White Bone Talismanic Seal.

A bird-script rune composed of white light appeared out of thin air on the White Bone Talismanic Seal. This rune spun up and flew, directly covering the banner face of the White Bone Banner.

On the Ghost God Feast painting of the White Bone Banner, a materialized golden token appeared in the hand of the black-clothed ghost god.

"By your command!"

A sound like muffled thunder came from the White Bone Banner.

The White Bone Banner moved without wind, and streams of black energy accelerated downwards. The previously stagnant black mist instantly surged towards the Black Market iron gate—

*Clang!*

The surging black mist instantly knocked the heavy iron gate aside—

Inside the iron gate, a group of Half-orcs looked at the suddenly surging black mist and scattered in panic.

"Don't worry, everyone! There's a wizard barrier outside the Black Market that my Great-Great-Great-Grandfather set up. This black mist can't get in!"

Zangiel raised his thick, fat hand and repeatedly comforted the customers, trying to minimize the impact on the Black Market.

However, no matter how loud Zangiel's voice was, these dark creatures showed no intention of stopping.

The miserable state of that unlucky goblin was still vivid in their minds. They wouldn't entrust their lives to Zangiel's Great-Great-Great-Grandfather, who had been dead for who knows how many years.

Believing an old troll whose rotten bones could be used for drumming? They must have lost their minds!

"A bunch of cowards! My Great-Great-Great-Grandfather borrowed the strength of the Lord of the Dark Dimension, the great Dormammu!"

Zangiel muttered with insufficient confidence, while having a few troll guards temporarily acting as sedan bearers lift him up. His gaze was fixed on the black mist. As soon as the black mist showed any sign of breaking through the wizard barrier set up by his Great-Great-Great-Grandfather, he was ready to escape immediately.

*Hiss hiss hiss hiss—*

The black mist destroyed the iron gate like a destructive force and instantly surged into the Black Market—

Just as the few trolls were so nervous they were about to lift Zangiel and run, the black mist encountered a transparent obstruction! An invisible barrier seemed to surround the Black Market, blocking the invasion of the black mist.

"I knew it!"

Zangiel watched as the black mist changed shape, like being trapped outside a transparent bottle, unable to enter no matter what.

He excitedly pulled a human skull pendant from his neck and kissed it twice while hugging it.

Uh, this miniature head, about the size of an infant's fist, was one of the two heads of his Great-Great-Great-Grandfather. The elders in the family/clan, to thank him for his contribution to the family/clan, specifically dug up his Great-Great-Great-Grandfather's corpse from the grave after the Troll Black Market became successful. They hired a voodoo practitioner from Africa to process one of his heads into this kind of human bone necklace, serving as a family heirloom for the Troll Clan.

This miniature head of Zangiel's Great-Great-Great-Grandfather was also the key to activating the wizard barrier.

Normally, the wizard barrier covering the Troll Black Market was only used to shield it from the attention of ordinary people.

But when facing external enemies, Zangiel could use this miniature head of his Great-Great-Great-Grandfather to borrow the strength of the Lord of the Dark Dimension, strengthening the barrier and making it a solid barrier.

Just like outside now,

Zangiel watched the black mist and the barrier intertwine, making hissing sounds and even producing sparks.

However, no matter how the black mist changed, it couldn't break through the transparent wizard barrier! Seeing that the transparent wizard barrier had defended against the black mist's invasion, Zangiel finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank the great Dormammu!"

Zangiel prayed with rare devotion! Well, if it weren't for this trouble, in Zangiel's mind, Dormammu's status was the same as Satan's.

A little awe, but not much.

Zangiel was a standard pragmatist. Seeing that Dormammu was actually useful, he immediately changed his attitude and raised Dormammu's status in his heart by one notch.

Placing him above Satan.

What Zangiel didn't know was that the reason his Great-Great-Great-Grandfather could borrow the strength of the Lord of the Dark Dimension was that the Lord of the Dark Dimension, Dormammu, was originally a wizard himself. He later accidentally discovered the Dark Dimension and entered it, becoming the master of the Dark Dimension.

He abandoned his original physical body and gained incredibly powerful dark forces.

Back then, Zangiel's Great-Great-Great-Grandfather, that Two-Headed Troll, had a relationship with Dormammu when Dormammu was still a wizard, similar to the current Elf Prince and his Giant Ape.

He was his slave and bodyguard.

After Dormammu became a dimension lord, as the absolute ruler of the Dark Dimension, Dormammu possessed unparalleled and super powerful magic ability. He could obtain pure and infinite mystical energy through the Dark Dimension.

And he could convert energy into invisibility, arbitrarily change his size and shape, control elements, telepathy, dimensional teleportation, resurrect the dead, eternal life, distort reality, destroy galaxies, cross-dimensional teleportation, create other dimensions, and other superpowers.

It could be said that in the Dark Dimension, Dormammu was the absolute deity. In the entire Marvel Universe, he was among the top Skyfather level.

However, after Dormammu became a dimension lord, it became extremely difficult for him to enter the reality world. First, he had to correctly find the position of Earth among countless dimensions.

Just like demons from the Hell Dimension need believers to perform evil rituals to descend, they are also looking for the Dao markers and passages to Earth.

For Dormammu to return and devour the Earth Dimension, the first thing he needs is believers to guide him and show him the way.

Perhaps this was also the reason he lent strength to the Two-Headed Troll after his sudden rise to power—

For Dormammu, the Two-Headed Troll borrowing his strength was like pointing him in a direction.

However, what Dormammu didn't expect was that before he could fully control the Dark Dimension, the Two-Headed Troll had already died of old age! The descendants of the Two-Headed Troll, fattened by the benefits brought by the Troll Black Market, had no intention of studying the dark forces he left behind.

They weren't even his believers. If it weren't for this trouble, Zangiel wouldn't even bother to pray.

"Someone is praying?!"

In the vast, immeasurable Dark Dimension, a nebula opened its eyes. Its huge, planet-sized eyes flickered with blue-purple radiance.

"Let me see which dimension it is?"

With a thought, Dormammu, who was omnipotent in the Dark Dimension, instantly crossed countless dimensions with his gaze and saw, "That damned Sorcerer Supreme, Ancient One, it's you again!"

Three beams of white light soaring into the sky blocked Dormammu's sight, making his eyes blur.

"Hehehehe—another unlucky soul who wants to enter the reality dimension. Let me see who this is?"

Outside the Earth Dimension, a horned demon let out a mocking laugh. Rolling rivers of lava flowed in the grooves of its horns, and countless souls struggled in the lava rivers.

Although this demon only revealed a single head, this head alone looked much larger than Earth.

The entire Earth looked like a small cake that could be swallowed in one bite next to its mouth. From its sheer size, it was clear that it was an existence completely on par with Dormammu.

"Dormammu, tsk tsk tsk, how many times have you tried to enter the Earth Dimension now? The thousandth time, or the two thousandth? Oh, you're getting old, can't even remember anymore?"

Dormammu looked at the horned demon. Even across hundreds of dimensions, he seemed to still smell the pungent odor of sulfur.

"Satan! If I remember correctly, you also want to enter the Earth Dimension. But I didn't expect the dignified Lord of Hell to be a softie who doesn't even dare to face the Ancient One!"

Satan, this demon whose name is as famous as God on Earth, the legendary Lord of Hell, showed no sign of anger in the face of Dormammu's insults.

"Dormammu, the smartest wizard in Earth's history. I wonder who is stronger, you or the Ancient One? Or perhaps, the Ancient One is the most outstanding mage on Earth?"

Satan's words carried a power that could bewitch people's hearts—

Facing Satan's provocation, Dormammu did not fall for it: "Satan, you are not Mephisto. In terms of cunning and deception, you are far from that Old Devil!"

Mephisto,

Hearing Dormammu mention this name, the smile on Satan's face instantly froze. A wave of destructive radiance burst from his two horns, shooting directly towards the Dark Dimension where Dormammu was located.

Thousands of miles of crimson radiance were like a linear eraser, wiping directly towards the Dark Dimension where Dormammu was. Countless dimensions in its path were flattened by this crimson light.

"Is that all you've got, Satan!"

Facing Satan's attack, Dormammu showed no weakness. He opened his mouth, and a blue-purple radiance wave also pushed towards Satan's direction.

*Boom!* A crimson and a blue-purple radiance wave clashed. A single blow from two top Skyfather level dimension lords.

Instantly destroyed countless nearby dimensions—

Hell Dimension, Dark Dimension, the Pantheon, some ancient beings were instantly awakened by this huge commotion.

Even from the golden palace roof of Asgard, a raven cast its gaze towards this.

"Hmph!"

Facing the scrutiny of so many ancient beings, Dormammu directly made the Dark Dimension disappear from their sight.

*Hiss!*

In the Dark Dimension, Dormammu watched Earth, looking at the barrier white light emanating from the Three Sanctums, and vaguely felt his chin hurt.

Just as Satan said, he had his eyes on Earth not once or twice, and each time he was stopped by the Ancient One, even getting beaten!

However, what Satan didn't know was that he didn't devour Earth for its meager material energy and souls.

He wasn't like the demons in the Hell Dimension who needed souls. What he wanted were the things in Earth's core. As long as he devoured the things there, he could leap from a Skyfather level dimension lord to one of the strongest existences in the Universe.

Feeling the aftershocks of the prayer from Earth, and remembering the astonishing scene he saw in the Subterranean World when he was still a wizard! Dormammu, unwilling to give up, sent a wisp of Dark Dimension strength through the defense gaps of the Three Sanctums.

This wisp of dark energy wasn't much. Too obvious dark energy wouldn't be able to bypass the defense network of the Three Sanctums, and might even alarm the Ancient One. "Lord Satan, are you gazing at Earth again? Not long ago, my clone on Earth accidentally crushed a few guys who called themselves Sons of Satan. Those fakes weren't your sons, were they?

If they really were your Sons of Satan, then I am truly sorry!"

Satan was about to return to his Hell Dimension when an annoying voice sounded.

"Mephisto!"

Satan looked towards a Hell Dimension separated by who knows how many dimensions. A red-skinned demon with curved horns like a cow's on its head was sitting on a throne, greeting him.

Satan uttered the demon's name, or perhaps calling him a demon wasn't appropriate. Mephisto was an Old Devil from the Abyss.

He was also one of the few Hell Lords in the Hell Dimension who could contend with him for the position of Lord of Hell.

An annoying and nauseating Old Devil, which was also the reason Satan became furious when Dormammu mentioned Mephisto's name.

But facing this old rival, Satan showed no intention of making a move.

"My Sons of Satan are countless, Mephisto. I heard you've developed a few Ghost Riders in the reality dimension. How many are left now?"

"Lord Satan, are you saying you have many Sons of Satan? My clone on Earth doesn't mind helping you clear out some eyesores!"

"A clone on Earth? Be careful you don't run into the Ancient One as soon as you step out!"

Some ancient beings who were originally watching with wide eyes and ears perked up, planning to see two Hell Lords have a big fight and maybe pick up some scraps.

Unexpectedly, these two guys started a verbal spat across dozens of dimensions—

Except for a few utterly bored individuals, some ancient beings directly sealed off their dimensions, closed their eyes, and entered a state of slumber.

*Splash!*

Zangiel watched dumbfounded as the black mist condensed and transformed into two huge ghost god phantoms, one black and one white.

The two ghost gods faced the wizard barrier that the black mist couldn't infiltrate, and raised the two rods in their hands, one black and one white, wrapped in paper strips! The two thick dirge cudgels struck down!

*Splash!*

Zangiel seemed to hear the sound of shattering glass. Immediately after, rolling black mist surged directly into the Black Market!

"Run!"

Zangiel yelled at the top of his lungs.

His four Demon Guards were obedient enough; they threw him down and ran! "Come back, you four idiots! Carry me!"

The four trolls looked at the black mist close behind them and the fat Zangiel, who was as big as an elephant. The four of them looked at each other.

The troll guards, who usually had insufficient brain capacity, were surprisingly smart for once. As if they hadn't heard Zangiel's shouts, they not only didn't stop but also quickened their pace.

"You damned idiots, and Dormammu, what a load of crap Demon God—"

Amidst a stream of curses, Zangiel was directly swallowed by the black mist.

Without any surprise, the Ghoul White Bone Banner instantly devoured his soul. Streams of black energy hung down from the banner body, wrapping around his corpse.

It was about to be disassembled, skinned, its bones integrated into the banner, its soul nourishing the restriction formation, and its flesh and blood nurturing the ghost god phantoms formed by those restriction formations.

Just as the black energy wrapped around Zangiel's corpse, a wisp of dark energy, at this very moment, passed through a certain faith channel from the depths of his consciousness and entered his physical body.

Unfortunately, before this Dark Dimension energy, comparable to a high-rank demon, could be absorbed by Zangiel, the troll's soul had already been chewed, gnawed, and digested by the Ghoul White Bone Banner!

*Crunch crunch crunch—*

Amidst a chewing sound, this ownerless dark energy, along with the troll's corpse, was quickly digested!

This mass of energy from the Dark Dimension was comparable to the Ghoul White Bone Banner absorbing the souls and flesh of thousands of people. Soon, deep within the Ghoul White Bone Banner, restriction formations rapidly took shape.

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen

Inside the Ghoul White Bone Banner, six restriction formations formed in a row before this mass of Dark Dimension energy was completely digested.

"Huh?"

Tang Song felt the change in the Ghoul White Bone Banner, immediately got up, and looked at the banner pole segments on the Ghoul White Bone Banner with some surprise.

Eighteen joints! One joint on the Ghoul White Bone Banner represents one restriction formation. Eighteen joints means eighteen restriction formations.

Are these dark creatures so plump? Boss Tang stroked his chin, "Let's go! Let's go in and take a look!"

Tang Song, smoking a cigar, walked into the Ghoul White Bone Banner formation shrouded in black mist. The black mist parted before Tang Song like the parting of the Red Sea. To his right side followed a white-browed fierce tiger over three meters long.

A group of gunmen holding firearms followed behind Boss Tang, their complexions pale, but their hands holding the guns remained steady, guarding Boss Tang vigilantly.

The black mist squeezed towards the center of the Black Market from the east and west directions. The dark creatures in the Troll Black Market were like mice in a hole being poured with boiling water, frantically fleeing towards the center of the Black Market.

Soon, people fleeing from the Black Market's main entrance and exit collided.

The area of the Troll Black Market was not small, arguably half the size of a small town, but it couldn't handle half its area being suddenly enveloped by black mist.

Coupled with the space occupied by some houses and stalls, the remaining space seemed a bit crowded to accommodate thousands of dark creatures! Everyone wanted to squeeze towards the center as much as possible to get away from the murderous black mist behind them.

Some small-sized goblins, halflings, and dwarves were even crushed and trampled to death by the crowd.

"The black mist has stopped, the black mist has stopped!"

Amidst the noisy curses, shoving, and wailing, a sharp voice filled with joy and tears rang out.

Everyone looked to both sides.

On the east side. A long-eared forest sprite jumped up and pointed at the black mist that had stopped in front of him, excited. The black mist had indeed stopped!

"Abe Sapien! What's going on?"

Anu used his arm to create a barrier for Abe Sapien in his arms, lest he be squeezed into a fish jerky.

This Hellboy had been avoiding the pursuit of the troll guards and had no idea what was happening. Seeing the mist wall composed of black mist and these panicked dark creatures, he lowered his head strangely and asked Abe Sapien.

"Someone has surrounded this place with black magic. Everyone who entered these black mists is dead!"

Abe Sapien answered Anu without raising his head, while adjusting the communicator in his hand.

After all, raising his head at this moment would make the atmosphere quite strange.

"Black Wizard, is it Urnos?" Hellboy Anu immediately thought of their mission target in the Troll Black Market.

"It's not me!"

A cold, exasperated voice sounded above Anu's head! Anu looked up. A black wizard completely covered in a hooded cloak was hovering in mid-air. Two ghost fires under the cloak were staring intently at him! "Urnos!" Anu looked at the mission target above his head, leaped up, and was about to rush up to drag him down and capture.

But the surrounding crowd of trolls squeezed him tightly, making it impossible for him to move.

Urnos just glanced at the red-skinned monkey and turned his attention to the two mist walls in the east and west.

"If there's only this kind of black mist on the east and west sides, then can we get out from the north and south sides, or break through the roof and fly out from above!"

*Thump thump thump—*

As Urnos was thinking, a sound of smashing walls echoed from the southernmost side. Several troll guards, about three meters tall, were frantically smashing the wall with several giant hammers and axes.

In just a few moments, they had smashed this wall into shattered pieces!

As the smoke dissipated, the cheers for breaking open the wall came to an abrupt halt. The few trolls looked at the rolling black mist in front of them, dropped the hammers in their hands in fright, and retreated frantically.

Several orcs standing behind the trolls were caught off guard and were squeezed breathless.

Fortunately, because it was too crowded, they didn't fall down and get trampled, but were squeezed in the middle like beef in a hamburger.

Just when everyone was at a loss! The black mist wall on the east side receded like a tide to both sides. A man in a white suit walked slowly out of the black mist, leaning on a cane. Beside him followed a snarling fierce tiger.

Behind him were more than a dozen human soldiers holding firearms. A Training Camp Gunman respectfully placed a chair behind Boss Tang. Tang Song raised his cane, sat down leisurely, raised his wrist, and looked at his watch.

"You have eight minutes left!"

"Human, who are you? Did you create this black mist!"

"Get rid of the black mist and let me out!"

"Damn guy, the black mist you released killed my brother—"

Tang Song took out a cigar and quietly listened to the curses and shouts. *Ding!*

Seeing this arrogant Human calmly take out a lighter and light his cigar, a troll could no longer hold back, swung his fist, and lunged forward.

*Splash!*

Before the troll could reach Tang Song, a chain condensed from black mist whipped out from the black mist behind Tang Song. The arm-thick black mist chain struck the troll with a snap.

The several-hundred-pound troll was whipped into the air like a spinning top. The black mist chain agilely wrapped around it, dragging it directly into the black mist.

"You have six minutes left!"

In the dead silence, only Tang Song's voice slowly sounded.

Daily six thousand, uh, I just mean, the word count might stay around 6000 these two days. The company has some matters. I'll try for eight thousand. I won't drop the novel, after all, I have such good readers like you.

Thank you, every time I'm tired after work and don't want to move, seeing your comments is what keeps me going.

Daily six thousand, uh, I just mean, the word count might stay around 6000 these two days. The company has some matters. I'll try for eight thousand. I won't drop the novel, after all, I have such good readers like you.

Thank you, every time I'm tired after work and don't want to move, seeing your comments is what keeps me going.

(end of chapter)