"What did you say?" Dum stared at the woman in front of him, with his extremely familiar face, but he was quite sure that he should be a fake woman, and his cold and gloomy voice almost trembled.

If anyone else told him in such a decisive tone that this was undoubtedly his mother, Dum not only had no chance of believing it, but also had a high probability of crushing the guy who spoke to pieces. But in this world, Michael subconsciously trusted him from the bottom of his heart. If Michael said so confidently, no matter how ridiculous he would not be able to accept it.

So no matter what the woman said in front of him, no matter how all the scans of the armor and the certification of the spell told him the same conclusion, Dumm never believed that this person was Cynthia von Dumm, his mother. But when he heard that even Michael Paso told him in person, he seemed to have to start accepting this possibility.

Cynthia was obviously a little surprised when she heard Michael's words. She looked at the black armor that was walking up from behind Dum and nodded slightly: "Thank you. I know about you, Mr. Paso. I know the great help you have provided to Victor over the years..."

Her pupils suddenly shrank slightly.

She didn't expect that Michael's right palm suddenly raised, and a blue pulse beam of light roared, and the energy beam was filled with abundant divine power, like a rolling thunder.

Cynthia reacted very quickly. She immediately sealed her arms, and a scarlet magic array appeared in front of her to isolate the beam of light. She frowned and asked in a deep voice: "What do you mean?"

Michael ignored him and followed him like a shadow. The steel armor turned into a blurry afterimage and approached her in the blink of an eye. He leaned forward with his left arm and grabbed it with one hand. A blood-like red light appeared in Cynthia's hand and turned up. But Michael's grab was just an illusion. He suddenly turned his left hand halfway, and a golden magic circle was slashed towards Cynthia's wrist. Cynthia's wrist was pulled and deflected, and the red light in his hand suddenly fell to nothing else.

Michael suddenly attacked, and his move was as lightning as he pressed step by step. Cynthia was completely passive since she met. Michael raised his right hand, and a blue light in his palm burst into pieces. The magic circle suddenly opened, and the stream of light flew straight into Cynthia's eyebrows. Cynthia raised her arm to block it, but she was finally one step late. The blue light penetrated her eyebrows, and her whole body suddenly froze, and all her spirit suddenly lost in her pupils.

She lowered her arms and subconsciously lowered her head, like a doll with a battery removed from her body.

"What's going on?" Dum walked forward and asked anxiously, "What did you do to her?"

"It's nothing, I just made some interference." Michael replied lightly, suddenly increasing the volume, "Is it almost time to come out? Or are you planning to continue to shrink like this for the rest of your life?"

A moment of silence. Then ripples suddenly appeared in the solemn air of the hall, the space slowly rotated and twisted, and then a scarlet crack was torn open. The boundless darkness seemed to be released by a physical storm, and Cynthia von Dum's body seemed to have become a transparent feather, which was sucked in weakly.

The old man in black appeared in the hall, wearing a top hat, leaning on a crutch, and a seemingly gentle but murderous smile on the corner of his mouth.

Mephisto.

At the first glance at him, Dum recognized the identity of the demon. He turned his face dark and said coldly in a voice that was as low as if he was about to freeze the air: "Mephisto..."

Mephisto looked at him with a smile: "Victor von Doom, it's been a few years, and it should be 'long time no see' for your short and small life."

He looked at Doum carefully and nodded as if he was approving.

"Your progress is beyond my imagination, and you are almost starting to become interesting." He smiled. "When you came to me, you were just a fragile, powerless, scared and scared little brat, one of the insignificant human beings. But look at you now, the magic you have cultivated...tsk tsk, it's impressive."

Michael narrowed his eyes: "That's why you came to Victor?"

"Yes, he was just a tiny reptile at the beginning, and even if he was crushed to death, it would be meaningless." The old man shook the crutch in his hand. "But now, he began to attract my attention. He reminded me of Cynthia and such a dirty son, and he desperately wanted to save his mother's soul from me. So I briefly released Cynthia von Dum's soul, and my memory of her was slightly moved, making her think she had gained freedom. It would have been a very interesting drama..."

He paused, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Michael coldly with a smile.

"...You just don't want to be a little more contented, mage?"

"Mephisto..." Before Michael could answer, Dum spoke somber, his voice almost lost its normal state due to anger.

Mephisto chuckled calmly and enthusiastically: "Oh? What are you going to do?"

Without a word, what answered him was a terrifying cyclone as vast as the ocean. The dark green magic cyclone pressed down like a mountain, like thousands of layers of waves slamming the shore of the Shanghai shore. The extremely terrifying aura collapsed the floor, shattered the roof, and even overflowed the hall. Even all the guards outside the door were affected by this force, and they were crushed to pieces when they were swept by the aftermath of the magic.

Victor von Dum is worthy of being a genius. Even in the Temple Kama Taj, only the "Supreme Mage" can match such a powerful magic. Only a few mages in the entire dimension can reach this level.

Of course, that refers to the category of magicians after all. But the enemies Dum is facing now are far more than the level of "magicians".

That was a demon, a real demon who ruled hell and had the power of heaven!

The light curtain was torn apart, and the magic power quickly dissipated with one point as the center. The magic power flowed away, and it was as if it was fearful that it avoided the hell lord from afar. The hall had been completely destroyed, and the old man in black was hanging out of thin air, but the clothes on his body were not damaged at all, and even a grain of dust was not even stained.

Mephisto turned the crutch in his hand lightly.

"Although it's very stupid to do this, I still expect you to do this." Mephisto chuckled sarcastically, "because you can discover with your own bodies next. Even in this human dimension, it's still a dream to win me if you want to!"
Chapter completed!