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Chapter 232: The Power of Despair, The Death of Dormammu and Satanish!
🕑 Added 2025-04-10 20:32:41 +0000 UTCIn truth, this entire Dimensional Lord invasion was orchestrated by Aaron.
When Illyana told him that Mephisto and the Dimensional Lords had been secretly preparing to use the Matrix family as a distraction, Aaron began laying the groundwork for this very day.
The only miscalculation was how close the Matrix family came to utterly crushing the Kree Empire.
To be fair, Aaron hadn't expected the Kree to be that vulnerable.
Still, for his plan to proceed smoothly—and to ensure the magic net could extend freely across the Galaxy—he intentionally dealt with the Matrix family first, fully aware of the looming Dimensional Lord invasion.
He crushed their arrogance, bought the Kree some breathing room, and—incidentally—encouraged more civilizations to join the magic net.
Once the Matrix family was eliminated, he turned his attention to the Dimensional Lords.
Lure them into the real universe—and wipe them out in one strike!
Neither Mephisto nor the other Dimensional Lords realized their long-conceived invasion was unfolding entirely according to Aaron’s design.
And so far, everything was going according to plan.
Not a single misstep.
Aaron was playing both sides and eliminating two threats in one move.
Today would mark the fall of many demon lords.
Led by the Dimensional Lords, none would escape!
Now, in full panic, the demons unleashed every last ounce of power they had.
They no longer cared about hiding their strength.
They knew: if this kept up, Dimensional Lords would fall.
Aaron’s strange power had completely thrown them off.
Satanish fully activated his energy, transforming into a colossal giant towering into the sky.
Mephisto struck with a scream that split the air.
Dormammu dispersed his physical body, becoming a giant of pure energy, his vast hands swinging with enough force to shake the heavens.
Seeing the three Dimensional Lords take action, Nastil forced down his fear and soared into the sky on his wings.
The rest of the Dimensional Lords followed, four more taking flight.
In moments, black mist blanketed the sky. All of North America was plunged into darkness.
The sight of demons raging across the heavens stunned everyone witnessing the battle.
Amid the chaos, Aaron—surrounded by enemies—stood as the center of it all.
He didn’t move.
Instead, it was the others who began to sweat for him.
"Supreme, should we help him? That's four Dimensional Lords and a horde of demon lords!" asked Wong and Mordo in hushed voices, glancing at the Ancient One.
"No. He’ll handle it," she said calmly, still brimming with confidence in Aaron.
Wong and Mordo exchanged a look. Honestly, they knew Aaron was strong, but this?
This was unknown territory.
Aaron had never truly revealed his full strength.
To the outside world, he was a mysterious force, someone who seemed powerful… but no one knew how powerful.
And now he faced real Dimensional Lords.
And not just that—they were going all out.
If it were them in his place, they would have been torn to pieces instantly.
This battle would redefine the very concept of combat.
Whether god, man, or demon, all would see “power” with new eyes after today.
With Iv9’s Energy Absorption combined with Iv9’s materialization magic and Iv8’s atomic restructuring magic, Aaron wielded world-ending power.
And with an enormous energy reservoir backing him up…
This was his home turf.
Unless someone used powers rooted in destruction or dominion—forces higher than magic itself—there was no defeating him.
Aaron didn’t even activate his Magical Superman form.
He didn’t move.
He just stood and watched the Dimensional Lords approach.
His decomposition and absorption magic intensified as they drew near.
Demons disintegrated as they got closer, unable to withstand the energy.
The distance between them became a chasm—utterly impassable.
The closer they came, the deeper their despair.
It was hopeless.
Led by the three Dimensional Lords, they pressed forward.
Only three sanctums remained in New York.
Destroying them would open a channel between their dimensions and Earth.
From their own realms, they’d be invincible.
Even Aaron would have to step into their territories to fight them.
And in their domains, they feared no one.
But now, just as they were about to succeed, Aaron stood like a god of gateways, barring their path.
They couldn't accept this.
Earth’s growing power had them truly frightened. Several dimensions had already sent reinforcements, but even they couldn’t hold out much longer.
Delay any further, and Earth would close its doors to them—forever.
This was their last chance.
Now or never.
Kill or be killed.
No retreat.
But Aaron’s conceptual magic was overwhelming.
One of them cracked.
Surprisingly, it wasn’t Nastil, the weakest.
It was Dormammu—the strongest on paper.
This powerful Dimensional Lord, who was once repelled by Doctor Strange wielding the Time Stone, didn’t last any longer than mid-level demon lords.
Half of the Dimensional Lords still managed to endure, yet Dormammu, who charged ahead, faltered.
Why?
Because he’d converted himself into a pure energy form to unleash greater power.
But he forgot—this wasn’t the Dark Dimension. He had no endless energy to draw from here.
True, he could fight more freely in this state.
But it also made him especially vulnerable to Energy Absorption.
More so than any other Dimensional Lord.
Dormammu froze.
His distorted face twisted further in agony.
Mephisto and Satanish saw it—and were shaken.
“Dormammu! What’s happening?!”
“Damn it! He’s stealing my energy! I can’t hold on!”
Dormammu dared not move forward.
One more step, and he feared he’d lose all control over his energy—and be completely devoured.
Outrageous!
Why was the God of Magic’s power this absurd?
It reminded him of another being—one who devoured planets.
But that one was unstable. Aaron had no such flaws.
He was more independent, more composed—more dangerous.
Dormammu tried to stop—but Aaron wouldn’t let him.
Whether or not he wanted to be absorbed was no longer his decision.
Aaron intensified the pull, and with a scream of despair, Dormammu’s energy was wrenched from him—devoured completely.
“No! How is this possible?!”
“Can we even beat him?! Not even Dormammu…”
Dormammu’s fate sent shockwaves through the demon horde.
If he could fall so quickly, what chance did they have?
Dormammu was a symbol of power, a central figure in this invasion.
And he was gone—before even reaching Aaron.
What hope was left?
The morale of the alliance shattered.
Panic spread. Some demons began to flee.
Others looked desperately for escape routes.
But the Ancient One and her allies had anticipated this, surrounding them.
High-ranking magic net users blocked every path.
There was nowhere to run.
“It’s not over! Dormammu’s down, but we still outnumber him! He’s alone!” Mephisto shouted, trying to rally them.
Seeing Dormammu fall, he and Satanish exchanged grim glances—and charged again.
The other demons hesitated—but followed.
Then, Satanish collapsed.
Maintaining his massive size had drained too much energy. Facing Aaron’s absorption, he couldn’t last.
His giant hands tried to strike—but as he neared, his body began disintegrating from the hands inward.
Like dominoes, the collapse spread.
His massive form broke apart, energy rushing helplessly toward Aaron.
Satanish flailed.
“Stop it, you fool!” Mephisto yelled—but it was too late.
Even the farther hand couldn't hold out. It dissolved.
Satanish grew weaker. Aaron only grew stronger.
Absorbing their power cost less than maintaining his own magic.
Once again, the demons stopped in terror.
Hearts pounding, eyes wide.
It’s over.
“You idiot!” Mephisto seethed. “Charging in when you knew you’d fail… You’re just like Dormammu!”
Still, he had no choice but to keep boosting morale.
Alone, he couldn’t beat Aaron. He’d learned that a long time ago.
Only the combined might of the assembled demon lords stood a chance.
And Aaron had to be burning energy fast. Maybe he couldn’t even move while casting this spell.
If they could interrupt him before he finished converting Dormammu and Satanish, maybe they could salvage something—maybe even use them against Kamar-Taj.
“Don’t panic! We still have the numbers! He’s just one man!”
He didn’t care if anyone believed it. He charged ahead anyway.
Nastil followed—he had no other option.
He hadn’t had time to fully merge with the Purple Dimension. He was a Lord in name only.
If this invasion failed, Mephisto and Dormammu would lose energy and reputation.
But he would lose his life.
This was do-or-die.
His resolve sparked some response in the rest.
Demons hesitated, glanced at the blocked exits, then reluctantly followed.
Unlike the Dimensional Lords, most of them didn’t have true immortality.
They’d been manipulated into this war—and now they had no choice but to see it through.
Aaron was ready.
He intensified the spell again.
With fewer enemies left, he could focus more energy on each one.
And more demons, unable to resist, were broken down and absorbed.
The Dimensional Lords’ numbers thinned rapidly.
Still, they hadn’t reached Aaron.
Even Mephisto was starting to waver.
His eyes flicked to Nastil—and a plan formed.
He pulled out the cross-modal virus and, ignoring the cost, plunged the needle into himself.
On the battlefield, his body began to transform.
Matrix demons, due to their altered biology, were more resistant to absorption.
That’s how Nastil—despite being the weakest—held out longer than some Dimensional Lords.
He stayed compact, avoiding the massive forms that consumed too much energy, and his mechanical body offered extra resistance.
Mephisto saw this—and followed suit.
For the sake of victory, he’d gamble everything.
