Chapter 1926: 543 Volcano Mage

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“Eh?”

The moment Matthew saw those figures dressed like spellcasters, a strong sense of familiarity surged within his Insight.

This familiarity was not towards the spellcasters themselves.

It was towards the ether swirling around their bodies and the environment!

Two seconds later.

Skyfire surged tumultuously, the red fire clouds descended slowly like a Forbidden Spell determined to burn the Shadow Castle to ashes in the next moment.

However, the spellcasters did not seem afraid.

One of them, a skinny figure, flew forward seven or eight meters.

His face was obscured by a thick black mask, with only two rough holes carved around the eyes, revealing his slightly small eyes.

“Your Blasphemy?”

“Since when did the Demoness of Desire master Barthor’s Skyfire Domain?”

The man’s voice was young, but his tone was heavily taunting,

“Or is this just a shoddy illusion?”

As his voice fell,

a sudden short burst of low whistle came from his throat!

Instantly,

a massive amount of ether emerged from his torso.

The wind blew his mage robe from bottom to top; amidst the fierce wind, countless tiny Magic Runes like blades stabbed toward the sky’s fire clouds.

Before long,

the wind carrying blades collided with the Skyfire.

The moment they touched,

the once ferocious “Skyfire” instantly disappeared!

“‘Wind-breaking Spell’?”

Matthew’s mood became somewhat intricate.

On one hand, he could finally confirm the source of that familiarity–

The spell used by the opponent was the renowned illusion-countering Wind-breaking Spell from the Seven Saint Alliance.

This was not a particularly rare spell; it could be learned for very few points and was extremely effective against illusions.

Matthew hadn’t learned it,

simply because this spell required a certain mastery in the domains spellcasters excelled in.

One must have considerable proficiency in both the domains of illusions and harmonize spells to master it and perform well in real battle.

Clearly,

both domains had little to do with Matthew.

On the other hand,

“The opponent is a spellcaster from the Seven Saint Alliance…”

Matthew’s mixed feelings stemmed from this.

An Alliance Wizard teaming up with the Lord of Darkness?

According to Glasia, the Lord of Darkness, Beckman, was colluding with Jassiliven, Galan, and Babasha, wasn’t he?

Matthew was pleased to see them fighting among themselves,

but with the Alliance’s involvement, the situation became even murkier.

Matthew was eager to clarify whether this was merely a private act by these spellcasters or if it represented the will of some Superior Legend or even a Heavenly Mage?

Meanwhile,

Glasia obviously also recognized their origin:

“The Seven Saint Alliance?”

“Who among the Seven Saints is your mentor?”

The man laughed without replying,

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The Demoness of Desire snorted coldly.

The next second,

she gently plucked a bright red flower from her shoulder, then extended her tongue and curled it into her mouth to chew meticulously.

Meanwhile,

her pupils reflected very profound scenes–

In the scene,

numerous red flowers grew on the bodies of those spellcasters, their bodies becoming the nurturing soil for the Purgatory Flowers, alive but forever enduring the extraction and absorption by these flowers!

“Blasphemy: Curse Flowers!”

Matthew knew.

This was a rather formidable curse; released by Glasia, its effects were definitely above ordinary legends.

It could extract stamina, energy, mental power, and more terrifyingly, mana from living beings.

This curse was initially developed to counter spellcasters.

Once entangled by these Curse Flowers, even if one did not lose mobility immediately, their mana would gradually be consumed, a very bad sign for any spellcaster.

In fact,

Matthew had already noticed that many spellcasters on the castle wall were starting to sprout dry flower buds on their bodies!

But these spellcasters remained calm.

None of them panicked.

They just silently cast resistance buffs on themselves and their companions.

A few seconds later,

their leader stepped forward again.

He scornfully taunted,

“Is that all the tricks you have?”

Then, he rotated his head around his neck through a full circle, and on the second rotation, he brutally twisted his head off!

The head bounced twice in the spellcaster’s hand, then suddenly disappeared.

Subsequently,

countless similar heads emerged from the body of the Demoness of Desire.

They frenziedly tore at every part of Glasia, not only her dress and flesh but also those scenes reflected in her pupils were devoured clean by these heads!

“Get lost!”

Glasia shouted angrily.

Instantly,

countless black flames surged through her body.

Her body also grew from human size to over three meters tall; three sets of wings slowly unfolded behind her, signaling that the Demoness of Desire had now entered her second form unique to herself!

Yet, that head was crafty.

Facing Glasia, whose attributes had soared, he did not engage further but, after consuming most of the Curse Flowers, quietly turned to dust, vanishing without a trace.

Moments later,

the spellcaster’s head returned to its original place.