Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

I found it especially funny to notice the dark mark on the other person's forehead.

A person who has been deceived by Dormammu and reduced to a servant and puppet actually puts on this posture.

“I have no interest in what you’re trying to do, but your behavior just gives me a legitimate reason to beat you up. It’s that simple. So, stop talking nonsense, beat me, and you can leave.”

Rumble!!

Matthew raised his right hand, and in an instant, the library shook violently. The surrounding bookshelves, magic books, tables, and floor seemed to be manipulated and rolled up, as if they were about to crush Casillas into a pulp.

Secret manipulation.

It is the most basic skill in magic, and also the application of magical power.

Similar to telekinesis, it allows one to remotely interfere with and manipulate external things through thoughts and gestures.

The more skilled a mage is, the more adept and precise they can be in manipulating the magic.

"Arrogant idiot." Even Casillas, with his indifferent nature, was speechless at Matthew's words.

He even planned to bewitch the gifted sorcerer in front of him and have him join the great darkness, so as to deal a heavy blow to the Ancient One. He never expected that the other party was just a fool who worshipped battle.

So Casillas decided to let Matthew, this frog in a well, know the greatness of darkness.

Faced with the overwhelming bookshelves and wooden planks pressing in, he raised his hand and slammed it hard on the floor beneath his feet.

hum! !

An invisible ripple swept across the entire area in an instant, causing everything to freeze in place before being manipulated in reverse and swept back towards Matthew.

The floor beneath his feet surged and rolled toward Matthew like waves.

After doing this, Casillas stood up and raised his palm, which had been pressed against the floor, clenching it as if pulling a weapon from the ground.

It is a long, sharp, crystal-clear thorn.

This is a sharp blade composed of fragments of spacetime, a product of the tearing apart of the structure of reality, and it is extremely sharp.

Over there, Matthew's right hand is raised in a clenched fist as the object reversed after being manipulated by Casillas's counter-magic.

Everything returned to normal.

However, when he saw Casillas charging towards him with a transparent spike in his hand, Matthew's lips curled up slightly.

He now lives in Bengbu.

A mage wielding magic, armed with a weapon, was about to engage him in melee combat.

I almost laughed myself to death at him.

So when Casillas rushed up to him and raised the Blade of Time to stab him, he casually slapped him across the face.

Bang! !

The slap was so powerful that it seemed to shatter the air itself. Casillas watched helplessly as the slap landed, and time seemed to slow down countless times.

In a daze, he seemed to see a word written on the palm.

die! ! !

Then a sharp pain shot into his brain, shattering his Time Blade and sending him flying like a cannonball.

His body slammed heavily onto the bookshelf on the left, which contained countless ancient magical books, with a loud "boom" as he crashed into it.

The bookshelf collapsed from the impact, and countless books completely engulfed Casillas.

Chapter Sixty-Eight Casillas: Can We Reconcile?

A satisfying slap shattered Kaecilius's melee mage fighting style.

Lying in a sea of ​​books, Casillas felt dizzy and half of his face was tingling and almost numb.

Intense pain kept assaulting my brain.

But he remained expressionless, and quickly recovered, the bright red mark on his forehead emitting a faint glow.

Dark and evil forces surged within his body, repairing his nearly necrotic head.

"Such power."

Even with his cold and aloof personality, the sight of death still instilled in him a slight fear of Matthew, and he was equally shocked.

That was simply inhuman strength.

In fact, if it weren't for his allegiance to the darkness and the great Dark Lord granting him power, he would probably have had to go and meet his master just now.

Casillas realized that something was wrong with Matthew.

He suddenly realized that he didn't know much about Matthew. Now he realized that Matthew must have something special to be valued by the Ancient One, and it wasn't just that he had outstanding talent.

Can we win?

Casillas made a quick decision: he couldn't win, so he had to run.

From recovering from the injury to thinking and making a decision, it took less than a second.

Casillas moved his right hand, and sparks instantly appeared around the floor where he was lying, extending to form a ring large enough to accommodate two people—that was a portal.

Just when he thought he could escape using teleportation magic, he was shocked to find that the teleportation magic had failed.

The ring of sparks that had been swirling around the object suddenly collapsed.

There is some kind of magical force interfering with space.

Casillas's face darkened, and then he heard Matthew's voice: "I told you, you can only live if you beat me."

"It's too late to run now."

Casillas suddenly stood up, and the countless books pressing down on him were blown away by the power manipulated by the secret technique.

A surge of magical power continuously overflowed from his body, surrounded by dark purple energy. Combined with his gloomy face, he appeared extremely terrifying, and the overwhelming pressure swept through and filled the entire Mirror World Library.

"Your so-called loyalty is worthless in the eyes of the light, child."

Casillas said in a slightly hoarse and low voice.

However, Matthew thought he was just putting on an act.

"Perhaps our understanding of light is not quite the same."

Matthew raised his right hand upwards, and a dazzling golden orb appeared in his palm, radiating a brilliant halo that dispelled the darkness swept in by Kaecilius.

The entire library, which had been shrouded in shadow, suddenly became bright and colorful.

Does Matthew have loyalty?

Of course there are, but Kaecilius believed that he was loyal to the Ancient One, the white magic god Vishanti, and the light faction.

But Matthew knew that he was only loyal to himself.

Or rather, it is only when others offer him loyalty, and no one can gain Matthew's loyalty, that this pure and soaring ambition can make his Conqueror's Haki grow stronger day by day.

A person's domineering aura and conviction determine the upper limit of their power.

Matthew previously confirmed that there was no limit to domineering aura because of his own ambition and overly high aspirations.

From the perspective of his current level of strength, it seems somewhat laughable that someone who hasn't even reached the level of the Earth's surface has already set his sights on the vast universe, and even on those great gods who only exist in legends.

However, ambition and belief are like this: setting a very high goal and charging towards it is the most powerful fuel on the road to growth.

Kaecilius was willing to turn to the darkness and Dormammu, turning himself into a slave and puppet.

He suffered from a lack of vision, and of course, his stubbornness.

He believed he had seen through the essence of the world, the Ancient One, and the light, but he was the one who was truly blinded, blinded by his own prejudice and limited perspective.

This kind of person has already gone down a dead end. Matthew is too lazy to talk to him about those grand principles, nor does he intend to try to correct him.

This person was merely a touchstone for him to test how far he had come on the path of magic.

"Your time is running out. Your master can't hold off the Ancient One for long. So, your best option now is to use all your knowledge to defeat me."

"Your haughty attitude makes me want to vomit, you arrogant bastard."

After being provoked by Matthew's series of provocations, Casillas finally broke down, and anger flashed in his eyes.

Knowing he had no way out, Casillas erupted.

He raised his hands high, quickly made hand seals in front of his chest, and pushed his palms out to both sides.

Rumble!

The world spun around, and the entire library began to fold and deform. The wooden structure of the bookshelf, countless books, the floor, the ceiling, the wooden ladder, and so on were all manipulated and deformed, instantly turning the already small library into a terrifying rotating meat grinder.

The parchment scrolls were altered; the fluttering pages eventually formed chains that rolled backward toward Matthew.

Gear molds connected these parchment chains, with torque exceeding the world's heaviest. Once the chains entangle Matthew, a terrifying force awaits him, enough to easily tear a train apart.

Casillas believed that even Matthew, with his powerful physique, would be torn apart.

Not only that, but those chains were also wrapped with arcane runes, glowing with a golden aura, which would render Matthew unable to use any magic and turn him into a lamb to the slaughter.

The most talented sorcerer in Kamar-Taj has reached the pinnacle of his arcane magic.

Matthew's eyes lit up.

This is the true style of mages in battle; melee mages are just too ugly.

With those tiny arms and legs, to someone with his physique, reflexes, and nerves that far surpass those of ordinary people, it was no different from a shamanistic ritual.

Faced with the chains made of parchment raining down from all directions, and the dizzying space around him constantly shrinking his range of movement.

Matthew's solution was simple.

With his hands crossed, a circular red magic circle appeared on his wrists, covered with mysterious runes.

boom!!

Suddenly, a raging, powerful wind appeared out of nowhere and began to rage. The strong wind transformed into a storm that swept across the land, and the surging air currents tore the parchment chains apart and shredded them out of thin air.

Matthew, positioned in the eye of the storm, is like a storm god, summoning storms to block the constantly pressing floor and walls around him and push them outwards.

Those twisting gears were also destroyed in the storm.

Caught off guard, Casillas was thrown into the air by the storm's gusts of wind, slamming against the floor and walls in the confined space, quickly becoming covered in wounds.

Fortunately, Casillas reacted quickly, rapidly using magic to stabilize his body, pinning himself to the floor, and summoning magical shields to protect himself.

.....

I had insomnia last night, and it went even later!!

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Facing Dormammu (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Seraphim's Shield.

Matthew recognized the magic used by Casillas as an advanced version of the basic magic, the Ring of Laggardor.

It belongs to a type of advanced magic.

It possesses extremely powerful defensive capabilities and can even form large-scale magic arrays or multiple magic arrays stacked together.

The effectiveness of the protection depends on the mage's use of magic and magical power.

Just like Matthew.

The summoned storm is called the Winds of Vatum.

It is a type of weather magic that can create hurricanes out of thin air.

However, if you don't have enough skill or enough magic power, the hurricane can easily turn into a hurricane cub, small and weak.

Matthew was more concerned about Casillas's rapid recovery from his injury.

Clearly, by siding with the dark Casillas, one will also receive the protection of darkness.

After all, since Dormammu wanted Kaecilius to do something, he naturally had to offer him something in return.