Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

That's better.

It's even more durable now.

Matthew was terrified of crushing Casillas, so he deliberately held back his strength when he slapped him earlier.

The outcome of a mage's battle is often quite simple and straightforward, determined solely by their magical prowess.

If you have enough magic and enough mana, you can suppress your opponent.

The former allows you to counter the magic used by the opponent, while the latter requires sufficient magic power to continuously apply it.

This is the complete opposite of having a gorgeous visual effect.

Casillas knew that Matthew's physique was monstrous, something he couldn't match, but he was quite confident in his magic, not to mention that he had the favor of the great Dark Lord.

He knelt on one knee, raising one hand to support the Shield of Seraphin and withstand the hurricane's onslaught.

He slammed his other hand down on the floor.

Countless black and purple sparks splattered, and sharp spikes transformed into a thicket of thorns that spread toward Matthew, writhing wildly. Each spike carried a terrifying, corrosive dark power.

This is black magic, which utilizes darkness and is reversed through white magic.

Compared to white magic, the most terrifying aspect of black magic lies in its destructive power and lethality.

Black and white may seem like opposites, two extremes, but in reality, the transition from white to black is just a matter of a single thought. Especially for a genius mage like Kaecilius, reversing white magic is a piece of cake.

This also means that Casillas has started to fight desperately.

At the center of the storm, Matthew clasped his hands together horizontally and then pressed his palms down.

The hurricane exploded with countless bolts of lightning, the raging lightning intertwined with the hurricane, the power of the storm annihilated everything, and most of the thorns and spikes were immediately blown away.

However, this is not the real killer move.

Casillas raised his hand, which was pressed against the floor, and aimed it at Matthew.

Several strangely shaped venomous snakes suddenly sprang out from the scarlet magic circle.

It was able to ignore the Seraphim Shield enveloping Casillas and the surging power of the storm, rushing towards Matthew at an astonishing speed.

Strong winds cannot move it, and lightning strikes cannot destroy it.

Casillas's move was both stealthy and swift, but unfortunately it still couldn't escape Matthew's perception.

Even without using Observation Haki, Matthew's reflexes are far beyond those of ordinary people.

"Valtor's serpent?"

Matthew smiled and his hands ignited with green flames. With a gentle wave of his hands, the green flames swept towards the venomous snake.

In an instant, the venomous snake was ignited, and it emitted a fierce, piercing screech.

The snake's body was instantly burned, but countless venomous snakes quickly grew back. However, the flame had the characteristic of being eternally inextinguishable; no matter how many venomous snakes grew, the flame would continue to burn them.

Eventually, it spread along the snake's body towards Casillas.

"Damn it, Farting's fire powers? Did this guy really only study magic for two months?"

Casillas's expression changed drastically.

Matthew knows a great deal of magic, and he uses it with ease. He can counter any magic that Matthew uses, which shows his decisiveness and strategic thinking in battle.

It's no different from a seasoned master who has cultivated for decades.

If Casillas is a genius, then what is Matthew, who only studied magic for two months?

Casillas felt a chill run down his spine.

A sense of powerlessness had already crept into my heart.

He hated this feeling and knew he couldn't go on like this any longer.

He then stopped summoning the Valtor serpent spell, his eyes glazed over, the dark mark on his forehead began to flow faintly, and his eye sockets began to turn black as if they were being burned.

“Great Dark Lord, your loyal servant needs help.”

"Please allow me to borrow a little of your strength."

Casillas murmured to himself.

The next moment, a majestic and unfathomable figure vaguely appeared in my mind.

"allow!!"

boom!!

In an instant, the previously chaotic and cramped space began to freeze, and a sound like a mirror shattering exploded outwards.

Matthew, who had been relaxed and carefree, immediately became serious.

He suddenly looked up at the library ceiling.

It's as if you can see through the ceiling to the dark sea that stretches across the sky.

The dark ocean writhed and transformed into an enormous head.

A huge eyeball, shimmering with seven-colored darkness, was filled with coldness.

Dormammu!!

Matthew recognized the guy; Kaecilius was actually able to directly borrow Dormammu's power in a sacred place like Kamar-Taj.

Even if it's just a tiny bit.

It was clearly possible to do this through the bridge of Casillas's soul and body.

The cost of summoning will inevitably be very high.

You could tell from Casillas's extremely listless demeanor.

Otherwise, Casillas could have used it from the beginning.

"The Ancient One's lackeys, tiny insects, attempting to hinder the footsteps of darkness, deserve to die."

Dormammu's deafening roar echoed through the sky, and the explosive sound waves tore a huge hole in the library's ceiling. Not only that, Dormammu's massive head opened its blood-red maw.

With a loud "boom".

A terrifying, dark purple energy pillar descended from the sky, tearing through layers of air and heading straight for Matthew inside the library.

As for Casillas, his figure vanished without a trace as darkness descended.

Matthew no longer had time to deal with it.

The crisis had arrived; the head was tilted back, and the pupils reflected the falling dark purple energy pillar.

He quickly formed a hand seal with both hands, then raised his right hand high, placed his left hand on his right arm, and pointed two fingers towards the sky.

boom!

The intense energy exploded at his fingertips, transforming into a stream of light carrying golden-red sparks.

Instead of blasting it out directly, it began to spin in an almost bizarre trajectory.

First, an arc of light lashed out like a flaming whip. Then, a second and a third arc of light appeared one after another, overlapping in mid-air and twisting into several interlocking golden rings.

The halo spun rapidly, like a gear controlled by an invisible hand, compressing the surging energy into a straight and thick golden beam of light.

The beam of light passed through each rotating ring, being polished and accelerated layer by layer, tearing through the air with a sharp sound, shooting towards the sky like a burning star.

The air along the way was ignited by the high temperature, leaving long trails of flame, and tiny sparks rained down like a storm, turning the entire space crimson.

Chapter 70 Dormammu's Sky Has Fallen (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The moment the dark purple and golden energy beams collided, everything seemed to freeze.

It took a while to recover.

There was no sound, only the enormous aftershocks of two completely different forces colliding.

The library in the mirror world was annihilated by the monstrous waves that swept across the sky.

The entire replica of Kamar-Taj was destroyed; flowers, trees, vegetation—everything was reduced to dust.

The entire mountain was in turmoil. The continuous mountain peaks were cut in half, crushed and blown away the moment they crashed down.

The ground beneath Matthew's feet was cracked in a large area, with dense cracks spreading wildly, reaching a diameter of several kilometers.

He stood still, raising his right hand and continuously channeling energy.

The pupils were unconsciously tinged with red.

The surface of the ground around him was filled with pebbles and dust, which danced wildly with his tousled hair.

There was no fear; Matthew had only one thought at that moment.

He was merely using a wisp of Kaecilius's energy projection. If he couldn't defeat him, how would he face Dormammu's true form and attempt to reach higher dimensions?

Retreat?

nonexistent.

He grew step by step from nothing to something, and he believed in his own strength.

In fact, the power Matthew unleashed was something Dormammu could hardly believe.

Who is he?

The supreme ruler of the Dark Dimension, an existence on the scale of a single universe, even if it is just a projection, it is definitely not something that ordinary mages can contend with.

But Matthew faced himself head-on, and instead of being afraid, he unleashed a terrifying power.

How can this be?

Even Kaecilius, whom he had bewitched, might not possess such magical skill. Compared to the Ancient One, Matthew's level was naturally insufficient; it's just that Matthew was young.

Dormammu could naturally see how young Matthew was.

To have such skill at such a young age, could it be that Kaecilius is not the next Sorcerer Supreme whom the Ancient One has chosen, but this brat is?

"Damn reptiles, damn Ancient One."

Dormammu was furious.

The Ancient One is old, and he understands very well that the Ancient One has been fighting against him for countless years, constantly preventing him from coming to Earth.

But the Ancient One was just a human, and her body was too weak.

Whether it's lifespan or the weakening caused by years of using magic, these are unavoidable issues.

Otherwise, why would Dormammu repeatedly try to descend to Earth even though he knew that the Ancient One existed and that he could not succeed?

It was because he saw this problem that he decided to use a high-level confrontation to force the Ancient One to continuously use magic and reduce her life force.

He even bewitched Kaecilius, the next Sorcerer Supreme.

After a few more years, Dormammu believed that no one on Earth could stop him.

But unexpectedly, an even more talented mage has emerged, and he's even younger.

If Matthew doesn't die, wouldn't he have to wait for hundreds or even thousands of years?

Dormammu has never been a patient ruler; he was a complete tyrant in the Dark Dimension.

So now that Dormammu has "discovered" the Ancient One's conspiracy, his murderous intent is fully revealed.

Even at the cost of burning Kaecilius's life force, they were willing to mobilize more dark forces to extinguish the Ancient One's hope.

Rumble!!

The dark purple energy pillar, powerful enough to easily destroy a city, expanded once more, constantly squeezing the golden energy beam that Matthew was unleashing, attempting to completely annihilate him.

This approach, however, did not deter Matthew; instead, it ignited his fighting spirit.

The All-Seeing Light, also known as the Seven Suns of Synebus.

Originally, the caster invoked the power of the seven suns of Seneca in the Peace Dimension to unleash an extremely dazzling light that could illuminate all darkness.

Through layers of compression and superposition of the magic array, its power can be increased exponentially.

It is the most powerful of all white magic.