Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

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 lack proficiency or don't have 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.

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 flames were eternally burning; no matter how many snakes grew, the flames would continue to consume 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 only possible through the connection between 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, dare to try to hinder the footsteps of darkness, they 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, he 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 left 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.