Spellcasting Gods

Bane, age 35, male, abilities include possession, curses, and totems...

Morat, aged 140, male, possesses superhuman strength, speed, and regenerative abilities; a leopard-man exiled by the Voodoo religion in Africa…

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar names in the notebook, Zhang Cheng felt that he was finally beginning to unveil the veil of this mysterious world.

In particular, those species and sects that should only exist in myths and legends are now fully displayed before his eyes, and each sect has its own history, knowledge system and heritage, just like a huge treasure waiting for him to seize and study.

Just as he was engrossed in reading the information Miles had gathered, the car, which had been moving at a steady speed, suddenly stopped.

Francis, who was driving, opened the car door and said in a slightly apologetic tone, "I'm sorry, sir, although I didn't want to interrupt you, you've already arrived home. Besides, I still need to go back to help my master with the distribution of the estate and the funeral, so time is really tight. Please understand."

"It's alright, go ahead and do your thing, I understand." Zhang Cheng nodded understandingly and stood up from the back seat.

"Thank you very much!" Francis gave a meticulous bow before returning to the driver's seat, starting the car, and heading back the way he came.

Watching the white-haired old man disappear around the corner, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but smile and sigh, "Now I finally understand why all the nouveau riche yearn to hire a true aristocratic butler. Loyal, dutiful, and impeccably courteous, having such a person help manage daily chores is an absolute luxury."

Despite his lament, he knew he could never gain Francis's loyalty, even after Senator Miles' death.

He closed the thick notebook in his hand, and walked slowly across the lawn towards the entrance of the living room, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Before he could take more than a few steps, Polman suddenly rushed out of the garage, shouting impatiently, "Sir! Something terrible has happened! Tracy is missing! And I found this in her room!"

As he spoke, he handed over a stack of papers covered in messy doodles.

Zhang Cheng took the document and glanced at it briefly. His face immediately turned grim: "Damn it! I was careless! That guy actually hypnotized Tracy right under my nose!"

These drawings on the paper depict the various misfortunes and sufferings the girl has experienced since childhood.

By stimulating these hidden sufferings deep within the mind, demon worshippers can drive people to despair and extremism, leading them to commit insane acts or even end their lives by suicide.

He absolutely could not tolerate a mere small fish eating the "bait" he had carefully prepared, so he inadvertently released naked murderous intent.

You must know that in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, he personally orchestrated the deaths of tens of thousands of lives. His malice, so real, was like the north wind in the dead of winter, instantly lowering the surrounding temperature to freezing point.

Birds and small animals, which are usually very sensitive, seemed to have spotted a predator and immediately fled desperately into the distance, while Polman, who was standing next to him, felt the hairs on his body stand on end and couldn't help but tremble.

Although he was quite experienced in the underworld, he had never felt this kind of aura before, as if he would be crushed and killed the moment he made the slightest move.

Suppressing his fear, the lawyer mustered his courage and suggested, "Sir, I don't think now is the time to lose your temper. You'd better go to the restaurant where Tracy works and ask her colleagues where Richard Phil is taking her. Perhaps we can still stop the sacrificial ritual."

"Here, these are the car keys. You can drive." Zhang Cheng took a deep breath and tossed the car keys from his pocket over.

According to his original plan, he intended to prepare the relevant experimental tools first, and then capture this audacious demon worshipper.

But to everyone's surprise, even after witnessing his power, the other party still dared to take the risk of kidnapping Tracy.

No nonsense!

Polman chose the fastest sports car, completely ignoring traffic rules and speed limits, and sped across the road at an extremely high speed, unmoved even when police sirens sounded behind him.

He understood that while dealing with the police behind him might be a bit troublesome, the level of danger was on a completely different level compared to his master, who exuded murderous intent.

Meanwhile, in a warehouse at the docks of New York Harbor, Richard Phil sat in a chair, sipping red wine and admiring Tracy's vacant, lifeless eyes.

After a long while, he reached out and gently stroked the girl's cheek, whispering, "What a beautiful and pure soul! No wonder a powerful demon coveted you! My dear, today you will be a sacrifice, offering your life and even your soul for my power and immortality..."

The words had barely left his mouth!

A person wearing a red cloak suddenly burst in, shouting in a panic, "Quick! Run! We're under attack!"

"What? What's going on? Who dares to attack us!" Richard suddenly stood up from his chair.

"It was...it was a woman! An incredibly beautiful woman! Ike just kissed her! And he turned into a...a dried-up corpse!" the intruder stammered.

Before he could explain the whole story, a dark figure caught up with him, hugged the unfortunate man from behind, and kissed him on the lips.

next second...

His body began to age and wither, eventually turning into a mummy-like state!

Once the corpse had completely lost its moisture, the dark figure raised its head and let out a groan that could make any man's blood boil: "Ah—this feels amazing! Maybe I should take him to bed and enjoy him before eating him. But never mind, I'm too hungry right now, I'll fill my stomach first."

With the crisp sound of her high heels clicking on the ground, she finally emerged from the shadows, revealing her true self.

With her long, golden hair as bright as sunlight, a figure with near-perfect proportions, and a face so beautiful it takes your breath away, she resembled Helen of Greek mythology, the woman who sparked the Trojan War; every move she made captivated men's senses.

Even someone like Richard, who had devoted himself entirely to the devil, couldn't help but breathe faster, a voice in his heart urging him on—"Conquer her! Possess her!"

Chapter 0268 The Banshee Patty

Sensing the burgeoning hormones in the air, the woman slightly raised the corners of her mouth, sucking on her right index finger as she softly seduced, "My little darling, what are you waiting for? Come here quickly, I promise I'll give you the ultimate pleasure..."

"Get out...get out of here! Who are you? Don't you know the consequences of attacking us?" Richard roared, his breath coming in short gasps.

He couldn't describe his current state at all. It was as if a flame called desire was burning brighter and brighter inside him, threatening to break through his remaining rationality and turn him into a beast. Even the demonic blood flowing through his veins couldn't stop him.

"Heh, consequences? A mere underground cult that worships demons dares to talk to me about consequences? Perhaps it's because I've been gone for too long, the New York underworld has forgotten my name. It doesn't matter, soon everyone will know that the succubus Patty is back."

As the last word fell, a silver light suddenly flashed in the eyes of this woman who exuded amazing charm, and then she slightly beckoned with her finger.

Richard immediately felt his body lose control and began to slowly move forward. To avoid ending up like his accomplices, he did not hesitate to activate the demon blood flowing in his veins!

In the blink of an eye!

He transformed from a young, handsome white man into a monster over three meters tall, with horns on his head, a tail behind his rear, and skin covered in pustules and hard tumors.

Although his face still vaguely retains the features he had when he was human, his sharp claws, his mouth full of fangs, and the acidic saliva dripping onto the ground with a hissing sound all prove that he has been corrupted by the bloodline of hell.

Perhaps the change in appearance brought some extra confidence, or perhaps the worship of demons overcame reason...

In short, once Richard realized that his body was no longer affected by external forces, he immediately grinned and roared, "I don't care who you are! I don't care how famous you are in the New York underworld! You've messed with the wrong person today! I will prepare a special sacrificial ritual for you! During the ritual, I will repeatedly rape you until the lustful demon Asmodeus appears to reap your soul."

"Oh, really? I hope you can keep your word. You know, men who only talk the talk don't win women's hearts," the beautiful woman who called herself "Patty the Succubus" said provocatively with a smile.

"Hmph! Laugh now, while you can still laugh." Richard clearly wasn't going to waste any more words. He shoved Tracy, who was blocking his way, and charged forward at lightning speed.

Since his legs had become like the knees of a feline, they were full of explosive power. In the blink of an eye, he covered dozens of meters, waving his claws to pounce on his opponent.

"Tsk tsk tsk! Should I describe you as innocent and cute? Or should I call you brainless?" Patty curled her lip in disdain and snapped her fingers.

Snapped!

As the crisp sound echoed in the air, Richard suddenly felt something unknown being stripped away, and then all the strength in his body vanished instantly. He fell to the ground with a thud, rolling four or five meters before barely managing to stop.

Before he could figure out what was happening, Patty's ten-inch high heels landed on his chest.

Unsurprisingly, the sharp silver metal heel easily pierced the skin and muscle, embedding itself deep into the gap between the ribs, and may even have damaged the fragile lungs.

"Ahhhh!!!!!!"

The intense pain caused Richard to scream like a pig being slaughtered, while he struggled desperately to remove the foot covered in black stockings from his body.

Unfortunately, for some reason, he couldn't muster any strength at all. His strong arms, which he could usually lift with ease, now felt extremely weak and sore even with the slightest movement, as if he had lost all his strength.

"My little darling, don't struggle. The more you struggle, the more pain you'll feel. There's a saying that goes, since life is so short, why not enjoy it while you can, even if that fleeting pleasure leads to death? Just like countless addicts who know the dangers of drugs but still choose to continue indulging in them."

After saying that, Patty bent down, dipped some of the gushing blood into her mouth and sucked it, her face full of enjoyment.

Just as she was about to devour this most "nutritious" prisoner, she suddenly sensed danger and quickly retreated several steps, trying to figure out where the threat came from.

next second...

boom!

A fireball powerful enough to melt steel flew in through the warehouse window and struck unfortunate Richard squarely.

He was like a tattered rag doll, first thrown into the air by the terrible shockwave, and then slammed hard onto the shelf.

If it weren't for the powerful vitality and fire resistance granted by his Hell Bloodline, he would probably have died instantly upon being hit by the fireball.

Without a second thought, Richard realized the situation was beyond his control. Without saying a word, he clutched his bleeding chest and ran straight to the back door of the warehouse.

To his utter surprise, after taking only two or three steps, an ice arrow radiating a chilling aura pierced him from behind.

Moreover, after piercing his body, the ice arrow shattered into countless fragments, causing not only terrible secondary damage but also nerve damage, forcing him to stand still for several seconds without being able to move.

Seeing Richard's miserable state, Patty raised her eyebrows in surprise and whistled: "Wow! Amazing frost and fire magic! Darling, it seems you've messed with someone you shouldn't have."

Because his nerves were frozen, Richard was unable to speak or make any facial expressions or movements. He could only watch helplessly as two newly appeared figures drew closer and closer to him.

It goes without saying that the two intruders were none other than Zhang Cheng and Polman, who had just arrived from more than ten kilometers away.

The former, in particular, exuded an undisguised killing intent. With each step it took, it left white footprints on the ground, which were the result of water vapor being affected by the overflowing magical energy. This also proved that its owner was in a bad mood.

At least Polman chose to maintain a relatively safe distance to avoid being vented on his own terrible rage.

In contrast, Patty was much bolder. Instead of backing down, she took the initiative to tease him, saying, "Hey! Handsome guy with black hair and black eyes, would you mind telling me your name? Of course, it would be even better if you could leave your contact number and address. I like strong and handsome men the most, and I guarantee I can let you experience the pleasures of being a man."

"Get out of my way! If you don't want to die!"

Zhang Cheng was completely unmoved by the woman's beauty, turning his head to give her a cold, deathly look...

Chapter 0269 Value

"Huh?! Are you threatening me?" Patty seemed to sense that she had been provoked, and narrowed her eyes with a dangerous smile.

"A threat? No, ma'am, I'm merely stating a likely fact. Besides, I sincerely advise you not to test my patience at this time. I'm in a terrible mood right now because some pesky little fish stole the bait I carefully prepared to catch a big fish when I wasn't looking. Think about it, if you were in my shoes, how would you react?" Zhang Cheng questioned with a cold smile.

Instead of backing down because of the other party's hostile attitude, he took a step forward and unleashed the surging magical energy within him without restraint.

Perhaps it was because he had been suppressing his feelings for too long in this world, or perhaps it was because he had been tricked by a nobody whose strength was far inferior to his own. In any case, he was currently desperate to find a jinx to vent his anger on, whether that person was Richard or some woman of unknown origin.

Patty clearly sensed this as well, and promptly stepped aside to let him pass, while also gesturing for him to proceed: "Of course, I understand how you feel. But please remember, you owe me a favor today, and you'll have to repay it someday."

“Thank you very much! I assure you you won’t regret the choice you made today.” Zhang Cheng nodded slightly, then walked straight towards where Richard had fallen.

Realizing that the end of the world was coming, the latter suddenly opened its mouth and spewed out a cloud of orange-yellow mist with a strong sulfur smell.

Any steel shelves that get rusted will instantly begin to rust and rot, eventually turning into a patch of brown metallic rust.

Unfortunately, these eerie mists did not harm Zhang Cheng in the slightest. To be precise, before he could even get close, he was blocked by the surrounding ice barrier two or three meters away, and could not take another step forward no matter what.

Without uttering a single word, he raised his hand and unleashed a continuous stream of frost power, freezing Richard's hands and feet into solid blocks of ice. He then used a fireball spell to smash the frozen parts to pieces!

In just a few minutes, the unfortunate man was reduced to only his head and torso. Because the biting frost had frozen his wounds, not a single drop of blood flowed out, and he felt no pain. All he felt was a chill rising from the bottom of his heart.

He had absolutely no idea what the other person would do to him.

Kill him?

Cruel abuse and torture?

As the saying goes, the unknown is often the most terrifying thing; it can lead to endless speculation, especially when imagining the worst-case scenario...