Chapter 132 Forty-Three Years Late

A few gravels hit her head, causing pain, but Madam Mask dared not speak out in anger, and still looked extremely submissive.

"Go" Doctor Doom on the throne picked up a handful of yellow stones and pressed lightly. The latter immediately crushed into powder and spread in the wind.

He turned his gaze to Madam Mask, who was kneeling on one knee. Her body seemed insignificant in front of his power. Doctor Doom's voice was cold:

"Send some robots and ask them to find the group of 'superheroes' in Hulk Land."

The masked lady lowered her head slightly, and the golden mask shone with a faint cold light in the light. Her eyes flickered through the gaps in the mask, elusive.

Then, without hesitation, she responded: "As commanded, Emperor Doom."

On the surface, she has absolute obedience to Doctor Doom, which is known to everyone in Doom Tower. Madam Mask's loyalty to Doom can be seen from day to day.

In order to show her loyalty, she even drove her father, Count Nefara, to Rock Springs to become an old drunkard. Although neither father and daughter were good people, this still caused quite a controversy.

Loyalty is loyalty, but deep down in Madam Mask's heart, there is another consideration.

She was thinking about how to use this opportunity to subtly gain more power and a higher status.

Originally, she planned to wait for Doom to die of old age before finding a way to inherit La Tovillia's legacy, but who would have thought that Doom would live more vigorously every day, and the production line of Doom's robots would never stop.

But today. Today may be an opportunity.

After the woman wearing the golden mask walked out, Doctor Doom was still sitting on the throne, and the disfigured face under the mask was cold and emotionless.

This yellow stone throne was made from the corpse of one of his old rivals. It was Ben Grimm, the stone man in the Fantastic Four. The Red Skull originally took away a hand to place on him. Collection and viewing in the exhibition hall.

He sat quietly on the throne, looking far away, as if recalling countless duels with the Fantastic Four. Those battles and conflicts shaped him and made his desire for power stronger.

But now, how dare anyone challenge Doom's status and everything Doom has taken?

It’s simply asking for death!

"Master, I'm sorry to disturb you but we think you may be interested in some things we just observed." Suddenly, a slightly obsequious voice came from the communicator on the wall, breaking Doom's tranquility.

The figure on the throne raised his head and said impatiently: "What makes you feel the need to interrupt Doom?"

One time it was Madam Mask, and the other time it was these people. Is it over yet?

When asked by Doom, the voice in the communicator sounded a little nervous, but he continued: "We have just discovered some abnormal energy fluctuations in the monitoring, and these fluctuations seem to come from a specific area."

"Although we are not sure what it is yet, based on the energy characteristics, we think you may be interested in it."

Doctor Doom frowned slightly. He had always paid close attention to the observation of energy fluctuations. He stood up, walked over to the communicator, and looked down at the data displayed on the screen.

"Go on." His voice was cold and authoritative.

The voice in the communicator continued: "These energy fluctuations seem to have unique characteristics, which are different from what we have seen before. Although we are still conducting further analysis, we think this is likely to be related to."

".About the Baxter Building."

"That's enough." Doctor Doom interrupted the voice on the communicator, his eyes sharpened, revealing strong interest.

He waved his hand gently, and the picture on the screen changed instantly, showing a scene that he was all too familiar with.

Under the collapsed ruins of the Baxter Building, there was a huge human skeleton. These images had appeared repeatedly in his sleep countless times.

"Time flies so fast." Doctor Doom whispered to himself, and the words slipped from his lips with a faint meaning of vicissitudes of life. His originally cold eyes revealed an emotion that shouldn't have appeared - nostalgia.

However, this look of nostalgia lasted only for a moment, and was immediately replaced by Doctor Doom's calm control. He withdrew his eyes and sealed his emotions deep down again. In Doom's world, feelings are a kind of weakness, and he does not allow himself to have any weaknesses.

Doom is supposed to be indestructible, Doom is unbeatable.

"Real-time video." As the owner of the Head of Destruction spoke again, the picture on the screen flickered, and the original ruins disappeared, replaced by the ruins of today's Baxter Building. On the screen, a colorful semicircular cover appeared, making a buzzing sound.

The colorful semicircular cover is like a brilliant rainbow, visually creating a fantasy and mysterious feeling, and the buzzing sound seems to announce the extremely powerful energy contained in this cover. It completely envelops the remains of the Baxter Building, rendering everything blurry and indecipherable.

Doctor Doom's eyes were fixed on the picture on the screen, his eyes flashing with intense interest. He had a premonition that there was incredible power behind this cover, and it might be one of the answers he had been looking for.

Or rather, it was the two people he had been looking for.

"This is..." Doctor Doom murmured to himself, the excitement in his eyes getting brighter.

"The crack in the space-time continuum, my master." The voice on the other end of the communicator responded again, with a hint of restrained tension in his voice, "It is said that Mr. Fantastic and the Invisible Woman disappeared in this strange phenomenon. At least That’s what most people say.”

"However, some scholars believe that it is a lie used by desperate people to deceive themselves."

It's not a lie, it's the truth, Doom said silently in his heart.

He killed the Human Torch and defeated the Thing, but not being able to personally defeat Reed and Sue has been his biggest regret for many years.

"Prepare the aircraft, Doom wants to go there in person!" Doctor Doom's voice was firm and majestic, echoing in the hall like an irreversible order.

Following his order, the atmosphere on the take-off platform outside the hall instantly became tense. The staff quickly began to take action, operating the console and preparing for the departure of the aircraft. Doctor Doom's decision is their absolute order, and no one will hesitate.

Doctor Doom turned and walked towards the door of the hall, his green robes fluttering behind him, and his tall figure was shrouded in a deep shadow.

He was going to a banquet that was forty-three years late.