Marvel's Superman

The Book of the Vishanti.

It was also called 'The Encyclopedia of White Magic and Defense Magic'.

The cover had the seal left by the first Sorcerer Supreme Agamotto, which could transmit many attack spells and was a powerful magic weapon in itself.

It contained the world's most powerful known white magic and defense magic.

Each of the spells written down could only be used for defense, never for attacking others.

The reason for the existence of this magic book was to counter the Darkhold written by the ancient god Chthon -- every white magic and defensive magic could dissolve the black magic and lethal magic created by Chthon.

It was precisely because of this that the masters of the three sanctums were invincible in the face of Darkholders and sorcerers -- at the same level.

"General Cavill, it's good to be confident, but once you encounter a setback, you're likely to fall into a slump."

Master Russell was worried.

He had seen many geniuses who had gone unrecognized.

Most of the reasons for failure could be attributed to arrogance and conceit.

The temple of magic favors the humble ones with a reverent heart.

The original version of the Book of Vishanti was from the Trinity of Vishanti.

Later, through generations of great masters, new spells had been added to make the content even more profound.

Generally speaking, apprentice-level beginners in magic...

Not to mention studying spells, even reading them was a luxury.

This was equivalent to letting a junior high school student studying calculus and linear algebra vigorously. No matter how hard he worked, it was useless.

Magic knowledge and mathematics were similar in the sense that they were like science.

They don't lie, and they don't theorize. If you don't understand, then you don't understand. If you can't learn, then that's it.

Although it is said that people who have the drive can do anything.

But math problems are different!

If you can't do it, you never will!

And so was magic!

"I'd like to know the progress you make, General Cavill. If there is anything you don't understand, I can explain it to you."

With his hands behind his back, the old master walked slowly to Luke's quarters.

The other party chose to stay in Kamar Taj, saying that he would concentrate on practicing for some time.

And the search for Kang's whereabouts had been handed over to S.H.I.E.L.D

"General Cavill, did you get anything?"

Master Russell saw Luke sitting in the courtyard and smiled.

Considering taking care of Superman's self-esteem, he didn't directly ask how far he had learned.

It usually took anywhere from a few minutes to a few days to perceive the power of magic and accept their presence, using Kamar Taj's previous student's achievements as a reference.

It wasn't easy to break the old concepts and accept new things.

For example, Strange, whose hands were disabled, had to let the Sorcerer Supreme take him on a trip to dimensional space before abandoning his inner confusion.

Then, drawing on magic and learning to control, use and manipulate it was another threshold that would screen many people.

The sign of completing this step was the ability to infuse magic into the Sling Ring and open a portal.

So far, the best student at Kamar Taj had a record of 7 hours and 6 minutes.

No one had been able to break it!

As for the future Sorcerer Supreme, he was thrown to Mount Everest and almost froze to death before he learned this skill.

"I have a deeper understanding of the soul, the self, and magic."

Seeing the old master, Luke's frowning brows slowly spread out.

He seemed to be thinking about something and asked softly, "But one thing, I'm puzzled about."

"The power of magic in the modern world is rather meager, and in a metropolis like New York, it's almost non-existent."

"That's why masters sign contracts with dimensional demons to borrow power."

"Am I right?"

Master Russell nodded his head. It was precisely because of the decline of magic power that those ancient gods would leave and hide in other dimensional worlds.

"Is there a problem, General Cavill?"

The white-bearded old master asked smilingly.

"If you find it difficult to absorb the magic power, you can use the 'spell' in the Book of Vishanti to sign a contract with the Trinity of Vishanti."

"The cost of releasing white magic is much smaller. Generally speaking, there's no problem, as long as it's not consumed excessively."

Luke shook his head and rejected Master Russell's suggestion.

He didn't like being controlled by others, even if the Trinity of Vishanti had a good reputation and a hard enough background to be able to talk and laugh with the five gods.

But he had no intention of becoming a master. He just wanted to learn some extra knowledge and improve his understanding of this aspect.

And by the way, getting rid of the Sorcerer Supreme's possible peeking!

"I mean, without signing a contract with a dimension demon, it should be difficult to complete the process of casting spells."

The expression on Luke's face became a bit odd.

"This is especially true for the higher-level spells, which are even more impossible to perform."

"But why don't I feel anything?"

Master Russell was puzzled at first. Then he saw Superman pressing his hands into the void like a master.

Boom!

Space seemed to shake!

The red lines shining with magic sparks spread out instantly and formed rapidly, interwoven into a round shield covering the courtyard.

The Shield of Seraphim!

Defensive magic that only high-level masters could release!

Doctor Strange, Iron Man, and Spider-Man, together with a spaceship, fell to Titan and used this technique to save their lives.

"After reading 'The Key of Solomon,' I probably understand some of the basics."

Luke ignored the shocked look on the old master's face. He was a genius ordained by the Ancient One.

It was easy to throw out a few high-level spells without any problems.

Those profound knowledge crammed into his brain, not even waiting for himself to understand, would rapidly be digested.

"Long spells and obscure language aren't difficult to understand. It's just ..."

Luke paused and wondered, "Why do I hear the sound of someone speaking every time I cast a spell?"

Looking at the shining Shield of the Seraphim, Master Russell accepted that Superman was a Master of the Mystic Arts.

The shocked look in his eyes retracted with great difficulty.

When he heard Luke's question, his brain crashed!

"General Cavill ... When you cast spells, would you hear a voice?"

The old mage's throat rolled a few times, and with difficulty, he said, "Are you sure it's not hallucinations? When you meditate, do you find that many stars shine in the spiritual world?"

Luke frowned for a moment and nodded, "They seem to be."

He sat in the courtyard and went into meditation almost instantly.

Immediately afterward, the soul form, which was no different from the real body, broke free.

"This is ... the Astral projection?"

Master Russell felt numb.

In just two days, this Lieutenant General Superman had completed a 2-week or even 2-month progress of the students in Kamar Taj.

"Master, do you see these?"

The ethereal voice reached the old master's ears. He raised his head with a stiff face to see a huge star emerging in the form of a shadowy projection.

"Cyttorak ..."

"Chthon..."

"Dormammu..."

"Snake God Set ..."

"..."

Master Russell woodenly said the names of the ancient gods and multi-dimensional big shots.

How strong was Superman's talent to be able to attract their attention!?

'Could it be that ... Cavill was the next Sorcerer Supreme candidate?'

The old master looked at Luke with a sharp glint in his eyes.

'It must be so!'

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