Spellcasting Gods

He had been praised for his intelligence and wit since childhood, and he never dreamed that he would leave such an impression on others.

"Haha! Just kidding, don't take it too seriously." The girl laughed and shrugged.

However, Zhang Cheng did not give up and patted the lawyer who was driving: "Polman, what do you think?"

The latter hesitated for a moment before cautiously replying, "Your Excellency, I believe you should not compare yourself to an ordinary person's mental state; the two are simply incomparable."

The reason is simple: you possess unparalleled magical power, while they do not. In the underworld, many powerful individuals often have numerous eccentricities.

For example, Senator Myers likes to keep all sorts of dangerous, highly venomous reptiles and then eat them at a specific time;

Ms. Catherine enjoys toying with young, handsome men, winning their hearts before discarding them.

The witch Anthea loves to collect mirrors, and anyone who dares to break a mirror in front of her will have bad luck for a whole year.

In fact, it's not just the underground world; some politicians and wealthy people in the ordinary world also have some unknown special hobbies, which are all manifestations of their inner desires.

But you seem to have deliberately suppressed your desires, trying to be as rational as possible, or rather, too rational. Your rationality is somewhat inhuman and frightening...

Polman racked his brains to avoid using words that carried a supervisory or sarcastic tone, for fear of inadvertently offending the person he was loyal to.

"Too rational?" Zhang Cheng repeated the word in a low voice, a mysterious smile quickly appearing on his face.

He finally realized where his problem lay: his thinking had been too focused on quick results lately, and he had even used emotions and desires as tools to gain personal benefits.

To outsiders, this behavior is undoubtedly quite terrifying. If a person can give up their own feelings and desires at any time, then what is there that they cannot give up?

This is both a weakness in human nature and the basis for building relationships between people.

If a person handles events around them solely based on self-interest, completely disregarding the feelings of others, then even if their decisions are correct and bring significant benefits to their group, they will still face rejection and isolation.

Unfortunately, in his pursuit of endless power and knowledge, Zhang Cheng had been acting in accordance with this set of behavioral standards, and inadvertently, he was labeled a "dangerous element" by some people.

Just as he was considering how to reverse this disadvantage, the car suddenly stopped.

Not far ahead, on an empty road, an old man with a cane blocked the way. He was none other than Kane, the "Elemental Messenger" who had been personally visited not long ago.

"Sir, what should we do?" Polman turned around and asked uncertainly.

"Relax, maybe he just wants to talk to me." Zhang Cheng calmly opened the car door and got out, greeting me with a smile, "Good evening, Lord Kane, what can I do for you?"

“Good evening, young wizard. I heard you met with Councilor Miles a few hours ago, so I came to ask about the medium. So, have you acquired the ability to create it?” Kane cut to the chase and stated his purpose for blocking the way directly.

“Of course! As long as you need it and can afford the price, I can provide a sufficient supply at any time.” Zhang Cheng nodded without hesitation.

Although he hasn't had time to study what those colorful pebbles are yet, he believes that with the recipe, he can perfectly replicate them within a few days.

"Oh? It seems you've made some kind of secret deal with Miles. If I'm not mistaken, it must be related to his family, right?" Kane probed with a half-smile.

“I think this is between the two of us, and has nothing to do with you, right?” Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows and retorted without any politeness.

As a time traveler who has hidden many secrets, he instinctively rejects anyone who pries into his privacy.

Kane shrugged nonchalantly and explained, “Don’t be nervous. I have no intention of inquiring about the details of your deal. I’m just offering a friendly reminder: if you need to protect his family, you should turn around and head to Miles’s house right now. Just half an hour ago, the succubus Patty recruited a group of outlaws in the territories of several lords in Brooklyn. Given her vengeful nature, there are probably very few survivors left there.”

"What?!" Zhang Cheng's expression changed drastically in an instant.

"You don't know yet, do you? Miles humiliated this dangerous woman severely back then, not only stripping her of her titles and lands but also banishing her to the desolate South American rainforest. Now she's back, filled with endless rage and hatred. How could she not seek revenge, especially since her enemy is so weak that she's teetering on the brink of death..."

Chapter 0275 A Blood-Red Night

As midnight approached, dark clouds suddenly gathered over the outskirts of New York for some unknown reason. In the blink of an eye, lightning flashed and thunder roared, followed by a downpour of raindrops the size of soybeans.

At this moment, inside the manor villa registered under Miles' name, a horrific massacre is taking place under the cover of a torrential downpour.

No mercy!

No mercy!

There is absolutely no moral bottom line!

All that exists is the painful death!

Dressed in a black evening gown and wearing a black wide-brimmed hat, Patty is like a goddess of death from the underworld, allowing the men she has recruited to do whatever they want without restraint, whether it is robbing wealth, sucking the blood of young girls, or tearing out bloody entrails and eating them.

In short, these cruel and tyrannical inhabitants of the underworld have completely unleashed their suppressed nature.

Because they knew that with Miles' death, all the order and rules he had established would disappear, and Brooklyn would descend into chaos and war before the war game was decided, and no one would care about the rules that had been followed before.

Moreover, Patty, the "Succubus," was originally a very powerful lord. If she could reclaim her title and territory, everyone who participated in the operation today would have an opportunity to improve their social standing.

After all, according to the laws of the council, each lord could appoint six knights to assist in the management of his territory. These knights not only held considerable political status but also enjoyed numerous privileges.

In the underworld, few of the lower classes can resist such temptations, so they are willing to risk their lives for an opportunity that could change their fate.

“Madam, we have cleared the entire villa and only captured six immediate family members. It’s clear he knew you would return and has likely scattered his descendants all over the world,” a young man with dark red blood still smeared on his lips reported in a low voice.

As a vampire, his greatest use is that he can distinguish between hired security guards and staff, and Miles's relatives, by drinking their blood.

“Hmph! Old fox! Tell me, how many of these prisoners are people he cares about? I believe you understand what I mean, right?” Patty licked her lips, which were stained with bright red lipstick.

It must be said that the contrast between the all-black outfit and the bright red lips did not make her appear vulgar; on the contrary, it added a strong allure, even amidst the hellish surroundings.

“Of course! As far as I know, there’s a girl who’s old Miles’ granddaughter, and the two are very close. She just came back from the intensive care unit a few hours ago. If you can kill her in front of old Miles, he’ll be devastated.” The pale-skinned young man explained with a look of ecstasy.

Although vampires should strictly be classified as undead creatures, they are physiologically closer to ordinary humans than most undead creatures. They can enjoy a range of external stimuli, including alcohol and tobacco, and have a very low ability to control their desires, especially when the other party is a powerful ability user.

“Then what are we waiting for? I can’t wait to pamper this poor little thing. Also, notify the others to kill the rest of the prisoners, and don’t forget to record it. I hope to give Miles an appetizer before I officially visit him.” With that, Patty raised her index finger, which was covered in a black lace glove, and gently scratched the other’s chin. Then, holding a black umbrella in one hand and leading the shivering girl by the hand in the other, she gradually disappeared into the rainy night.

Due to the rain, a large amount of blood plasma was washed everywhere, slowly converging into a glaring river of blood.

After watching the succubus leave, the young vampire immediately turned around, grinning maliciously as he shouted, "You all heard what the lady said! What are you all standing there for?! Go get the cameras ready! Then kill everyone alive here!"

Suddenly, the killing, which had been gradually ceasing, began again...

When Zhang Cheng arrived by car, all that remained inside the manor villa were unrecognizable corpses and a shocking scene.

"Oh my God! What... what on earth happened here?!" Tracy covered her mouth, trying hard not to vomit.

Not to mention her, even the well-informed Polman stared wide-eyed, seemingly unable to believe that someone would dare to do such a crazy thing before a congressman breathed his last.

Sensing the lingering stench of blood in the air, Kane took a deep breath and sighed in a very solemn tone, "She finally did it! And she went so far! Now tell me, what are your plans to do?"

“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth! Tell me, does Patty have any relatives or friends still alive?” Zhang Cheng’s expression was frighteningly gloomy.

He had no idea that he had just signed a demon contract that afternoon and would have to fulfill its contents before the very next day.

“As far as I know, before her abilities awakened, she apparently had a close aunt and several good sisters who cared for and looked after her. But I must warn you, if you mess with them, it's tantamount to making Patty your mortal enemy. This crazy woman will do everything in her power to get revenge, and the people you care about will be dragged into it,” Kane warned seriously.

A chilling glint flashed in Zhang Cheng's eyes as he sneered self-deprecatingly, "A fight to the death? I'm already at war with her to the death! As for the people I care about, I'm sorry, they're all gone from this world. The only person I truly care about is myself. Give me their addresses. Now I'm going to do some things Patty just did."

"Sigh, it seems the bloodshed in Brooklyn is officially starting tonight. I thought it would last until Miles' funeral. Come on, I'll take you there myself." Kane sighed as he climbed into the driver's seat.

No one knew better than him what tonight's killings meant.

With the roar of the engine, the car quickly drove along the main road toward the city.

Watching the car's taillights disappear into the distance, Polman immediately took out his phone and dialed one of the numbers.

After a brief chat, he said to Tracy, who was completely panicked, "Let's go. The cleaners will be here to clean up soon. Remember everything you saw today. This is the real underworld, a world full of chaos, violence, and death. If you can't handle it, you might as well shoot yourself in the temple; at least it'll be a quick death."

"No! I won't die! I will live! I will live longer than anyone else!" The girl bit her lower lip and said to herself with unwavering determination.

Although her voice trembled slightly and her lips kept shaking, her eyes were unusually resolute, as if she had made an important decision.

Chapter 0276 Hatred

Some say that there is nothing more painful in the world than waiting for death to come, especially when a person knows that their death is coming and they are powerless to stop it.

But as a prominent figure in New York's underworld, Miles did not feel much pain or fear at this moment. Instead, he felt a strange calm, as if all his previous passion for power and strength had vanished, leaving only a deep attachment to life.

If he had a choice right now, he would not hesitate to exchange all his wealth, power, and authority for ten years of his life.

Unfortunately, even in the underworld where all sorts of strange and supernatural forces roam, very few people can bring the dead back to life or forcibly extend someone's lifespan, and even if they could, it wouldn't be something they could enjoy.

Watching the raindrops pattering against the glass outside, Miles sighed softly and turned to the servant who had been by his side the whole time, saying, "Francis, are all the arrangements for my funeral made?"

“Of course, sir. And as you requested, I will delay the announcement of the death by one day and notify the council to prepare for the start of the war game.” The latter bowed calmly.

Hearing the answer he wanted, Miles nodded slightly: "Very good! Remember, be careful when distributing the estate, and make sure my children can never be traced. Tell them that after I die, they should not contact each other, not lay flowers at my grave, and not try to get close to the underworld."

"Rest assured, I have converted all your stocks, properties, and land into bearer bonds. Once your children are settled, they will immediately have ample start-up capital through these bonds, which they can use to invest in businesses or receive interest on time and live a peaceful life. In short, no one will be able to find any clues through financial means. In addition, your sons and daughters have all stated that they will absolutely not get involved in the conflicts of the underworld, so there is nothing to worry about," Franciscu assured with a bitter expression.

This was the fifth time he had heard a similar question within an hour, and he had answered it five times. But after a few minutes at most, Miles would forget everything, as if he had fallen into some kind of strange time loop.

Clearly, the once-powerful New York councilman is now nearing death, and his memory is rapidly deteriorating. He may soon become a senile, ordinary old man.

As a witness to this process, Francis was undoubtedly saddened. He even had an impulse to kill his master immediately, at least in that way he could preserve the image of the other person in his mind, instead of watching him weaken little by little and eventually die.

Miles was clearly unaware of this, continuing to mutter to himself with his head down, it was unclear what he was saying.

Just as he looked up, preparing to repeat the previous topic, a dark shadow flashed past the window, followed by a loud bang as the glass shattered.

A black DV camera, soaked with rainwater, fell from the sky and landed right next to the hospital bed.

"Who?! Who is it?!" Francis rushed to the window and peered out.

But apart from the vast darkness and torrential rain, there was no sign of any living person. If the DV camera hadn't been there, he probably would have thought he was just hallucinating from exhaustion.

On a whim, Miles bent down to pick up the DV camera that was right in front of him. In less than ten seconds, his calm and peaceful eyes turned into a raging fire. At the same time, he spat out a mouthful of blood and roared, "How dare she!!!"

"What! What happened?" Francis quickly grabbed the DV camera and checked what was playing on it.

Within a minute, he too was trembling uncontrollably. With a snap, he crushed the DV camera to pieces, gritting his teeth as he said, "Sir! I think it's time to activate the backup plan. Patty must die! She needs to pay the price for her arrogance and ignorance!"

"Oh? What's the price? Tell me."

With the crisp sound of high heels clicking on the marble floor, the succubus in a black dress pushed open the door and entered the intensive care unit.

Beside her stood a little girl, about ten years old, trembling with fear.

“Elfrida!” Miles’s pupils contracted sharply.

"Grandpa...Grandpa! Save me!" The girl opened her arms, trying to rush to the bedside.

In her memory, her beloved grandfather was always omnipotent, and no matter how terrible the disaster that befell the family, he could easily resolve it.

Unfortunately, before she could even take two steps, Patty snapped her fingers.

moment!

The girl seemed to lose all her strength and fell to the ground with a thud, an abnormal excitement and agitation appearing on her freckled face.

"You bastard! She's just a child! How could you do this to her!" Miles stood up, furious.