The Dark Lord Dormammu!
The ruler of the Dark Dimension, the lifelong enemy of Doctor Strange!
Even Thanos, with his grand ambitions and mastery in population control, wouldn't be able to match him without the Infinity Gauntlet.
Compared to Dormammu, even the most notorious Hell Lords on Earth pale in comparison.
Some call him the King of Hell Lords, but Dormammu himself dislikes this title, considering the other Hell Lords unworthy of standing alongside him. He prefers to call himself the Dark Lord.
Only entities like the Shuma-Gorath, who were born outside the multiverse, could perhaps challenge him.
Raymond had always thought that one day, he would inevitably cross paths with this Dark Lord, who ruled an entire alternate dimension yet constantly had his eyes on Earth.
However, he never expected it would happen due to such an unexpected event, and in such an awkward manner.
Looking at the black fog face floating in the distance, though its voice was imposing, Raymond couldn't bring himself to feel much fear.
"What's going on here?"
John Constantine's Sub-Personality, noticing that Raymond seemed somewhat familiar with the name Dormammu, quietly asked.
"You could think of him as another version of the The Triumvirate of Hell," Raymond replied after thinking for a moment, describing it in a way that John Constantine's Sub-Personality could understand.
Even John Constantine's Sub-Personality, known for his reckless behavior, couldn't help but inhale sharply, left speechless for a moment.
The Triumvirate of Hell were major demons in the DC world, a super-dimensional demon who also ruled an entire dimension!
John Constantine's Sub-Personality of course knew how terrifying the Triumvirate of Hell were!
Although he had secretly manipulated and used the Triumvirate of Hell a few times—and had once tricked them badly, nearly losing everything—it was precisely because of this experience that he understood how utterly hopeless the power of the Triumvirate of Hell was!
Even someone like him, who thrived on risky stunts, wouldn't dare face a super-dimensional demon of that caliber without being thoroughly prepared.
So when Raymond suddenly told him that the evil god before them, Dormammu, was on the same terrifying level as the Triumvirate of Hell, John Constantine's Sub-Personality immediately panicked.
He had only wanted to collect the residual evil god aura here to track down some cultists. He never expected that the tiny remnants of that aura would attract Dormammu's attention, resulting in part of Dormammu's will being projected into their world, catching him off guard.
Normal evil gods couldn't do something like that—projecting their will with just a bit of residual aura.
But if Dormammu was truly on the same level as the Triumvirate of Hell, then it made sense.
"No wonder... no wonder," John Constantine's Sub-Personality finally relaxed a bit.
He had originally thought he was the one who had caused the trouble, but now he realized it wasn't entirely his fault.
Still, understanding the situation didn't solve the problem at hand. What should they do now?
He knew the power that Raymond currently possessed, but he didn't think any Sub-Personality could have much of an impact when facing an entity of this level—an evil god of Dormammu's caliber.
If given preparation time, he might have been able to come up with a plan.
However, facing Dormammu so suddenly, without any prior warning, he had absolutely no idea how to deal with it.
He was skilled at tricking gods, but digging a hole still required time.
Without having prepared beforehand, he was no more capable than the Exorcist Sub-Personality, let alone being able to face an evil god like Dormammu.
But speaking of the Exorcist Sub-Personality...
This guy had no clue who Dormammu was, nor did he have the habit of gathering information before a fight like John Constantine's Sub-Personality did.
He had seen John Constantine's Sub-Personality confront the Shadow King and had judged him to be a powerful ghost king.
So when the Exorcist Sub-Personality saw Dormammu's form, which resembled the Shadow King from the other day, he instinctively thought that Dormammu was just a weak imitation of the Shadow King, a lesser evil spirit.
If it wasn't for the fact that Dormammu seemed to have gained some intelligence, he would have assumed it was just a malevolent soul, not even a real evil spirit.
Because Dormammu, as he appeared, didn't seem very credible—he resembled a comical ball of fog.
Had Raymond not known his identity, it would have been impossible to connect this to a super god.
The Exorcist Sub-Personality was utterly unaware of who Dormammu truly was, and ignorance often breeds fearlessness.
He wasn't scared of Dormammu at all.
"Human, how dare you disrespect the mighty Dormammu?!" Dormammu, the comical fog ball, was enraged by the Exorcist Sub-Personality's disrespectful words.
"Hey! How dare a little evil spirit act arrogantly in front of your grandfather?!" The Exorcist Sub-Personality retorted without hesitation.
"You're quite bold!" Dormammu's comical face, seething with fury, spoke again, "If you have the guts, tell me your name!"
"I don't change my name or alter my title. I am the Exorcist of the Northern Dipper and the Five Elements!"
"It's been a long time since anyone dared speak to me this way. The last one who provoked me was tortured for three thousand years before finally dying... As for you, I will torment you for thirty thousand years, making you beg for death yet unable to die!!"
"Threats ? I stopped playing this game decades ago. Thirty thousand years? Why not say three hundred million years?" The Exorcist Sub-Personality wasn't impressed at all and didn't bother wasting more time with this dramatic ghost.
With a swift motion, he began to make his move:
"Heaven and Earth boundless, the universe lends its law, Northern Dipper Five Elements Seal!"
His hands traced a Tai Chi formation in mid-air, and with lightning speed, he enclosed Dormammu's comical form in it!
Dormammu, shocked and furious, struggled, but since he was merely a projection of residual energy, he stood no chance against the Exorcist Sub-Personality. He was completely trapped!
In the blink of an eye, the Exorcist Sub-Personality held a translucent crystal orb, which resembled amber, black and white swirling within it.
Dormammu was sealed inside this orb, still angrily cursing, but his voice didn't escape.
Through the orb's surface, his furious face was clearly visible, as though he was about to devour the Exorcist Sub-Personality alive.
"Hmph, little evil spirit, too arrogant!"
The Exorcist Sub-Personality casually tossed the translucent crystal orb back and forth in his hands, a look of disdain on his face.
He then turned around, almost like showing off, and smiled widely as he was about to present the orb containing the sealed Dormammu to Raymond.
It was only then that he noticed both Raymond and John Constantine's Sub-Personality were staring at him with wide eyes, their faces frozen in disbelief...