Spellcasting Gods

Suddenly, the crystal at the top of the tower released a dazzling light. The defending troops, who had been retreating, were transformed after being illuminated by the light. They were no longer afraid of death and continued to charge upwards even under the dragon's breath.

Meanwhile, many residents in the city were also affected, and they all grabbed weapons and joined the melee. Blood splattered everywhere, and in no time, corpses were piled up everywhere. The level of carnage was beyond the limits of human endurance.

One of the smaller young dragons was pierced by dozens of spears, screaming as it fell into a pool of blood, spewing out blood like magma from the inside out. Finally, its entire body burst into flames, engulfing all the unfortunate creatures within dozens of meters.

Looking at the chaotic and frenzied scene below, Eric took a deep breath and said through gritted teeth, "Madman! Absolutely a madman! Do you want to destroy this place and have hundreds of thousands of people die with you?"

"Buried alive? No, no, no." Zhang Cheng chuckled and shook his head. "You simply can't understand my actions, can you? Let me tell you the truth, I've turned the old town into a testing ground, and everyone, including you, is a subject. You don't naively believe that you and I will have an evenly matched battle, do you?"

"Arrogant!" Sensing the mockery and contempt in the tone, Eric could no longer contain his anger. He quickly transformed into his half-dragon form, raised his gleaming spear, and charged forward.

“A fool who’s easily provoked by words… I like enemies like that…” A playful glint flashed in Zhang Cheng’s eyes as he immediately ordered Kuro Kerba to climb higher and avoid a head-on collision with the enemy.

Keep in mind that he is a mage, and there is no class more suited to fighting on the back of a dragon than a mage.

Instead of immediately chanting a powerful magic spell, he took a small potion bottle from his pouch and tossed it down gently.

boom!

The falling bottle collided head-on with Eric, shattering and causing a violent explosion, its power no less than that of a fireball.

The shockwave from the explosion nearly caused Eric to fall off the dragon's back.

Perhaps the hard scales covering his body could protect him from the scorching of flames, or even the slashing and piercing of swords, but they could not prevent the powerful force from affecting his brain. The only way to force himself to regain consciousness quickly was to keep shaking his head.

However, Zhang Cheng, who was experienced in combat, would not give his opponent a chance to catch his breath. He took out all sorts of colorful bottles and jars and threw them down.

moment!

Unlucky Eric was immediately engulfed by all sorts of energy explosions.

Fire, acid, lightning, frost...

There are even fast-growing vines created through research into the Forest Children's magic system.

In less than a minute, these seemingly inconspicuous plants spread around the dragon's wings, greatly limiting the frequency at which Drogon flapped his wings.

Despite trying several times to remove the annoying little thing, it failed each time and could only struggle to lower itself until it finally crashed into a house with a thud.

Gazing at the wooden house crushed by the dragon's size, Zhang Cheng calmly pulled out his notebook and muttered to himself as he took notes: "Aside from the No. 1 experimental throwing agent, which cannot be specifically assessed due to its immunity to flames, the remaining ones are all quite effective. Although they cannot play a decisive role, they are sufficient as auxiliary restraint measures. Next, it's time to move on to the second phase."

The words had barely left his mouth!

A dazzling burst of light suddenly erupted from the center of the ruins of the houses!

"Ah!!!! Bastard! I'll kill you! I'm going to kill you!" Enraged, Eric raised his spear and plunged it deep into Drogon's back.

puff!

The scorching dragon blood gushed out more than two meters high on the spot!

Bathed in dragon blood, his scales emitted a color that was indescribable!

Zhuo Geng lay on the ground, emitting pitiful howls, but made no move to resist until he breathed his last.

When it died, Eric's body began to inexplicably swell, and a pair of exaggeratedly large dragon wings grew from its back.

"Sacrifice? Blood magic?!" Zhang Cheng's eyes gleamed with excitement.

Although he had already obtained the record of this magic from that stone tablet, this was the first time he had seen it today.

Without a doubt, through cruel stripping, the spellcaster can gain all the abilities a dragon possessed in its lifetime, including flight, breath control, and strength and physique far exceeding those of humans. Combined with the abilities Eric himself possessed in his half-dragon form, he is simply a perfect killing machine.

As someone who considers power his ultimate pursuit, Zhang Cheng couldn't wait to capture it immediately and take it to the basement for dissection, research, and testing.

His gaze was so fervent and terrifying that even Eric, enraged, felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had encountered a natural enemy, and abruptly stopped when they were less than ten meters apart.

Chapter 242 The Testing Ground (Part 2)

"Oh? Why did you stop?" Zhang Cheng asked with a half-smile.

Faced with his aggressive opponent, he didn't even move a finger; only his mount seemed somewhat nervous and uneasy.

Although Kuro Kerba was already protected by magic and would not be affected by the "Dragonbinder" horn, the blood of Kronada flowing in the half-dragon's body still gave it a strong sense of fear.

After all, most of the dragons in the entire A Song of Ice and Fire universe are inherently deficient in energy because they cannot absorb enough, so they are naturally unable to contend with this Mother of Dragons who has lived for countless years.

In fact, dragons are magical creatures that are extremely sensitive to power, so when they sense that an enemy is several times stronger than themselves, they will choose to flee or submit.

The so-called arrogance of dragons is always relative; no dragon would be foolish enough to risk its life against an invincible opponent.

Fortunately, the well water, rich in arcane energy, compensated for some of Kuro Kerba's congenital deficiencies and even altered its physique. Although Zhang Cheng wasn't entirely sure what this change meant, at least it wouldn't be controlled by the power of its bloodline.

Eric stared with his two wild, pale yellow vertical pupils, trying to figure out whether his opponent was truly fearless or just putting on an act.

A full minute passed before he suddenly threw the spear in his hand.

With terrifying muscle strength, the spear and air magic erupted with a piercing sound, flying more than ten meters in an instant.

At such a speed, let alone chanting spells and casting magic, even making a dodge is an impossible task.

However, Zhang Cheng neither chanted any incantations nor showed any intention of dodging; he simply smiled and raised one finger.

moment!

The icy ice completely enveloped him from top to bottom, leaving not a single gap!

next second...

The spearhead, carrying immense kinetic energy, crashed into the ice with a bang, but instead of causing any damage, it broke and shattered on the spot.

Without a doubt, this is no ordinary ice, but one of the trump cards that mages in the world of Azeroth hold dear – the Ice Barrier.

Let alone a mere ordinary steel spear, even a powerful demon from the Burning Legion wielding fel energy wouldn't be able to break it easily.

Although this skill in reality is not like in the game, where it can withstand almost all forms of damage for a short period of time, it can still destroy something if its destructive power is strong enough.

However, unlike in the game where it only lasts for a few seconds, it can remain for several minutes unless the caster cancels it, until the energy can no longer maintain the hard ice layer.

Staring at the smooth, mirror-like ice at the point of impact, Eric's pupils rapidly contracted and dilated, finally settling into a sneer with a grim expression: "This is your trump card? An incredibly hard tortoise shell? Are you planning to hide inside forever?"

"Why not? Haven't you realized that an interesting experiment has already begun? Feel the boiling death energy of this city beneath your feet. I don't even need to confront you directly. Before long, you'll become like them, a mindless beast that only knows how to kill. When that time comes..."

At this point, Zhang Cheng paused suddenly, his eyes once again revealing a chillingly fanatical light: "When that time comes, I will come back to complete the final part on you. At that time, you will understand how ridiculous you are in the face of true knowledge and power, just like a clown making people laugh in the palace."

"What exactly do you want to do!" Eric shouted, glancing down at the blood-soaked hellscape at the docks.

Even with his almost dull senses, he could sense a chilling and eerie atmosphere permeating the battlefield.

Especially as more and more people died, the entire city seemed to be shrouded in a gray shadow, and even the originally clear sky became gloomy, with the sun completely covered by black clouds.

He didn't understand what this strange change was, or why it made him feel so uneasy and wary.

"You want to know? Then try your best to survive this experiment! Only those who survive to the end will see the ending. Oh, by the way, a word of advice: don't think you're invincible among these ordinary people. To make this experiment more interesting, I've added some fun gadgets. Please enjoy them and have fun."

After saying that, Zhang Cheng ignored the other party's reaction, crushed the teleportation rune in his hand, and disappeared into thin air with Kuro Kerba in the blink of an eye.

Eric was just trying to stop the teleportation process when he was suddenly pulled from mid-air to the ground by an invisible force.

Before he could even react to what was happening, a colossal creature pieced together from corpses lunged at him, its gaping maw ready to swallow him whole.

"Damn it! What kind of monster is this?" he cursed in terror as he tore apart the blood-soaked corpse and fled.

Of course, this wasn't what frightened him the most. What frightened him the most was that the soldiers on both sides were completely ignoring the monster that was right in front of them, still immersed in their frenzied killing and unable to extricate themselves.

As the death toll continues to rise, the number of similar terrifying creatures is also rapidly increasing; every hundred meters or so, one or two enormous carcasses of varying sizes can be seen.

Some of them had already devoured countless corpses, and were almost as large as the ships in the harbor. They exuded a strong aura of death, and some of the corpses had even completely fused together, forming heads, torsos, and limbs.

Eric simply didn't know how to describe what was happening before his eyes. If there really was such a place as purgatory in the world, then Old Town at this moment would undoubtedly be the most fitting example.

No reason whatsoever!

No thought!

There was no conquest as imagined!

All that remained was frenzied killing and death!

In order to survive, he had to fight with all his might against these endless, unknown monsters, and if he was not careful, he would be swallowed up.

He now understood what the so-called "testing ground" really meant...

Meanwhile, Zhang Cheng, who had returned to the towering tower, was looking down at everything happening outside. Without turning his head, he ordered, "Go and let the little guy out of the basement. He will definitely love the feast I have prepared for him."

"As you wish, Master." Moroya wore a cruel smile, bowed with one hand on her chest, and then turned and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

About ten minutes later, a young silver-gray dragon silently left the tower and began to hunt the monsters pieced together from corpses. Before it finished devouring the souls inside the corpses, its size would swell up a bit. Coupled with the omnipresent death energy, in just about half an hour, it was no longer satisfied with human souls and turned to attack its own kind.

Chapter 0243 Delhi

Although it has not yet evolved the ability to think independently, this newborn dragon of death is like a wild beast, possessing amazing intuition and insight.

It cleverly avoided Eric, who posed the greatest threat to it, and instead targeted the most severely injured young dragons, specifically attacking their vital points and never giving them any chance to retaliate.

In just ten or twenty minutes, it successfully hunted down three dragons that were much larger than itself and devoured their souls.

Through the blurry influence transmitted back from the central water curtain of the Tower of Heaven, Zhang Cheng discovered that this little guy seemed to be becoming smarter and stronger, especially the cold light flashing in his eyes, which revealed a hint of cruelty and cunning.

Undoubtedly, it thoroughly enjoyed the process of killing and devouring, and even more so, the thick aura of death that enveloped the entire old town, as well as the pain and despair remaining in the numerous souls.

As the creator, Zhang Cheng could vaguely sense that the Cataclysm Stone in his hand, which connected to the spiritual world of the Death Dragon, was constantly conveying emotions of excitement and joy to him.

Just as he was about to send this dangerous little guy to test Eric, Moroya suddenly burst in, shouting in a panic, "Master! It's terrible, Master! Someone is stealing the energy stored at the bottom of the tower! At the current rate of loss, we won't be able to maintain a large-scale group charm for at most an hour."

"Huh? What's going on? Didn't I tell you to drive everyone out of the tower?" Zhang Cheng turned around and asked with a frown.

In fact, to ensure that the plan would not be interfered with by external factors, he had sent all the servants and guards outside several days ago, leaving only Morroia to help, and even completely sealed off the entrance.

In this situation, there is no other way to get in except by going through the top of the tower guarded by Kuro Kerba.

He couldn't imagine anyone who could sneak into the bottom of the tower and steal the energy stored up over thousands of years without alerting the dragon.

"I'm sorry, Master, I don't know. That guy sealed off the only entrance, and I'm not capable of breaking it," Moroya explained, her head bowed and her voice trembling.

“Interesting! Let’s see who has the audacity to steal what belongs to me…” Zhang Cheng leaned on his flint staff and walked up the spiral staircase to the bottom of the tower.

About six or seven minutes later, he saw the so-called "obstacle" in the dark passage.

It was a black shadow that defied description, like a blob of ink spilled on the vast canvas of the air. Anyone who got close would instantly lose their sense of space and time, and the next second they would find themselves back on the same path.

“Shadow magic? No, that’s not right. This isn’t just simple shadow magic; it’s mixed with something else. But that’s no problem for me.” With that, Zhang Cheng took out a small bottle of dragon blood and began casting a spell.

Amidst the low, hoarse chanting, the dragon blood in the bottle rapidly boiled, turning into a red mist that surged into the shadows.