Spellcasting Gods

Zhang Cheng muttered to himself as he flipped through the slightly yellowed parchment scroll in his hand.

Nearly two months have passed since he made his request, and he has already obtained some of what he wanted from Elasdra.

Of course, as a price, the Grey Dwarves also began to gradually withdraw from Mithril Hall and settle in an underground mine less than forty kilometers away from Luskan.

That place was originally a fine iron mine that the Arcane Brotherhood used slaves to mine, and it was handed over to them for management and mining.

After all, the grey dwarves are naturally excellent miners and blacksmiths, and they are also skilled in night fighting and ambushes. With more than four thousand grey dwarves stationed nearby, anyone who wants to send ground troops to attack Luskan should be careful.

As for whether there will be any dangers along the way, there is no need to worry at all. With the help of the dragon lich who has mastered the power of the shattered magic crystal, a portal connecting the two places can be built.

In fact, Zhang Cheng planned to have these gray dwarves slowly build a huge underground city to store things that couldn't be seen in the light of day, or to conduct dangerous large-scale magical experiments.

After all, the parchment hasn't specified how long he'll stay in this world yet, but judging from the fact that the body given is a dragon, it definitely won't be short.

Moreover, in about six months, the continent of Faerûn will enter a year of turmoil. The gods will lose their proud identities and be imprisoned in the bodies of mortals. During this time, many gods will die, including even the second-generation goddess of magic.

Mages, sorcerers, and bards will directly confront the primal energy unbound by the magic net. Some will go mad, some will die from the frenzied magic, and a very small minority will feel the greatness of the most primal magical energy, thus mastering the power that a true spellcaster should possess.

Similarly, priests and a small number of druids who rely on the gods of nature to obtain divine spells also face an insurmountable obstacle: they must follow their own gods in order to acquire divine spells.

Although all of this lasted for less than a year, its impact on the world has been profound.

Most importantly, this was a rare opportunity to have close contact with God.

Zhang Cheng, constantly wavering between madness and reason, yearns to kill a relatively weak god and unravel the mysteries of divine power.

He even secretly compiled a list of the weakest and least followed gods in Faerûn.

Kill gods!

No one who craves power can resist such an allure!

But before that, he must have a weapon that can harm the gods, and that weapon is legendary magic, a violent force that transcends ninth-circle spells and is completely free from the control of the magic network.

Just as he was completely immersed in the joy of absorbing new knowledge, there was a sudden knock on the closed door.

boom! boom! boom!

"Who?" Zhang Cheng put down the scroll in his hand, his tone full of impatience.

“Master, it’s me.” Xini’s voice came through the crack in the door.

Is there something important?

Upon hearing that she was a female apprentice, Zhang Cheng's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

He knew that unless something major happened, the other party wouldn't easily bother him.

"A mysterious and powerful mage wishes to speak with you face to face."

"Looking for me? Where is he?" Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes, revealing a strange expression.

It should be noted that with the Battle of Neverwinter coming to an end, he was no longer an unknown figure. The name of the Chaos Dragon, along with the songs of the bards, had spread to every corner of the West Coast.

In particular, the dragon's breath infused with magical energy is enough to instantly disrupt the stability of the surrounding magic network, temporarily transforming it into a chaotic magic zone, making it a nemesis and natural enemy for spellcasters.

He couldn't fathom what kind of mage would be so tired of living as to dare to come knocking on his door; even Ellasro was unusually cautious when they met.

"He's in the lobby on the first floor. Judging from his expression, he won't give up until he sees you."

……

A few minutes later, in the public area of ​​the lobby on the first floor of the Mage Tower, Zhang Cheng finally met the mysterious mage who wanted to see him.

He wore a long black velvet robe, black gloves, and several rings on his fingers that shimmered with intense magical light. A neck brace made of some unknown metal covered his entire head, leaving only two cold, sinister eyes visible.

Most importantly, he exuded a tyrannical aura, as if anyone who dared to disobey his orders would be brutally killed.

"Hello, mighty dragon. I have heard many stories about you recently, so I have come to pay you a visit." As he spoke, the mage placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly.

"Who are you?" Zhang Cheng looked the other person up and down with great interest.

"Me? My name is Mansong. I'm sure you've heard of that name before, haven't you?" The monk winked playfully.

“Manson? The lord of Santirburg?” Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Although he had been searching his mind for the name of a powerful spellcaster from the North, he never expected it to be Manson.

It's important to know that Manson is no small figure. He is not only the lord of Santirburg, but also the supreme leader of the Zantalin Society, which is on par with the Harpists' Alliance, and controls one of the largest intelligence networks in the land.

Moreover, Manson secretly joined forces with the church of Bane, the god of tyranny, in an attempt to spread the majesty of the Dark King throughout the world.

"Hahahaha! That's right! It's me. To be honest, I'm very curious about how you transformed from a white dragon into what you are now, and even more curious about what you're doing. If you don't mind, could you share your story?" Mansong laughed as he revealed his purpose.

Gazing into the other man's eyes, which were filled with ambition and desire, Zhang Cheng slightly curled the corners of his lips and replied in a meaningful tone, "Sorry, I don't intend to share any secrets about myself with anyone. But you, coming to Luskan alone, you wouldn't be just to satisfy your own curiosity, would you?"

Manson shrugged nonchalantly: "No! Of course not! On the contrary, I believe we share common goals and interests and can work together to strike at the Harpists' Alliance and those pesky chosen ones of the Goddess of Magic, especially that troublesome old man, Elminster."

"Oh? Cooperation!"

"Yes! You don't know yet, do you? Some people have started to see you as a terrible threat. They're trying to plot an assassination to solve the problem once and for all."

"Assassinate me? Don't tell me it's those idiots from the Harpists' Guild!"

"Unfortunately, according to my intelligence, it's the higher-ups of the Harpists' Alliance. To resolve this problem once and for all, they've even prepared a powerful magical weapon specifically designed to target dragons..."

Chapter 0483 Working Together

"Heh, an assassination attempt? Sounds interesting. I'm really looking forward to the Harpists' Alliance assassins' performance. I hope they can please me." Zhang Cheng revealed undisguised contempt.

Assassination?

If he had a human body, he might have been a little more cautious.

But now, let alone a mere magical weapon, even a divine artifact would be useless against him.

The reason is simple: the vitality of a dragon's body is so immense that it won't die even if hit head-on by a legendary spell; at most, it will only suffer serious injuries.

Furthermore, he entered this world as a soul, so even if this body is destroyed, he can easily find another body.

As the saying goes, when a person doesn't need to worry about their own death, they naturally become more and more reckless.

Manson, who had clearly seen much of the dragons' pride, shook his head with a smile: "No, my friend, please do not underestimate the assassins of the Harpists' Alliance. In addition, the power of the Dragon Slayer Sword is far greater than you imagine; it can easily tear through tough scales, causing wounds that cannot heal in a short time."

“I never underestimate anyone, nor do I overestimate anyone. Please remember, I am not one of those idiots whose minds are filled with plunder, treasure, food, and sleep, but a powerful spellcaster who has mastered the ninth-circle arcane arts.” As he spoke, Zhang Cheng released the terrifying magical power within him without any reservation.

As a traveler who has experienced several worlds, his talent in magic has already surpassed that of more than 99% of mages.

Especially after peering into the memories of the Eredar demons, his mind was filled with knowledge from advanced magical civilizations, and he knew how to store and utilize energy more effectively. As a result, his spell slots were more than twice that of a normal mage in Faerûn.

Moreover, he was secretly studying the powerful runic technology of the Eredar, intending to emulate Deathwing and forge himself a full-body suit of armor using gems and magical metals.

On the one hand, it can store more magic power and increase the power of evocation spells; on the other hand, it can increase resistance to physical attacks, which is a win-win situation.

"Incredible! How did you do that?" Sensing the suffocating energy in the air, Manson's face finally showed a look of horror.

It should be noted that he is usually known for his calmness and ruthlessness, and rarely shows any signs of losing his composure.

“It’s very simple! Knowledge is power! I have a few interesting new spells here. You’ll understand them after you’ve seen them.” Zhang Cheng casually pulled a few pieces of parchment from his pocket and handed them over.

Without saying a word, Manson immediately opened it and examined it carefully.

After a full ten minutes, he finally raised his head again, his face serious, and asked, "Who exactly are you? These spells are definitely not creations in the ordinary sense! They originate from a completely different magic system! You merely released them by converting them into a magic net!"

"Hahahaha! That's right! In fact, I'm not the white dragon Ingrokastimitrian at all. It's long dead, its body possessed by my soul. Simply put, I come from another world, a world completely different from this one, possessing profound magical knowledge. How about it, interested in joining forces with me to conduct research in this area? Oh, and by the way, it would be even better if we could invite those red-robed mages of Sel along..."

As Zhang Cheng spoke these words, his eyes revealed boundless madness, causing even Mansong to involuntarily take two steps back.

madman!

A complete madman!

Manson simply couldn't put his feelings into words!

He had seen many mentally unstable mages, including the mad mage Hyrast Blackcoat who kept digging tunnels beneath Waterdeep, but none were as terrifying as the dragon before him.

This madness isn't on a spiritual level, but comes from the very soul!

A kind of madness that is unrestrained and has no limits!

Crazy enough to not care even if it means destroying the whole world!

"What do you want?" Manson asked cautiously, his guard on high alert.

"I want knowledge! Forbidden and powerful knowledge! In return, I will provide you with some very interesting things, such as this..."

The words had barely left his mouth!

A burst of green evil energy suddenly shot out from Zhang Cheng's left palm, while a ball of black shadow energy appeared out of thin air in his right hand.

"This is!!!!!!!!"

As a true legendary mage, Manson instantly realized that both fel energy and shadow energy belonged to energy forms he had never seen before.

The former is incredibly violent, filled with destructive and corrupting forces;

The latter is like a shadow in the darkness, frantically devouring everything around it.

“Yes! This is the magical energy I brought from another world! Powerful! Evil! It can even grant the user the power to destroy the world! Now tell me, are you willing to cooperate?” Zhang Cheng asked with a half-smile.

Perhaps the term "transmigrator" is something that can never be mentioned in many worlds, but in Faerûn, it is the opposite.

Because there are countless time travelers here.

The famous elves traveled from a world on the verge of destruction using powerful magical teleportation technology;

The ancient Imasca Empire also opened interdimensional portals, plundering a large number of slaves from unknown worlds, which directly led to its own demise.

Even Tyre, the god of justice, came from another world...

It is precisely because of so many "time travelers" that the people of Faerûn no longer care whether someone comes from another world or not, and they will not make a big fuss about it.

On the contrary, they thoroughly enjoyed the sights, knowledge, and technology brought by travelers from various worlds.

Therefore, Zhang Cheng was never worried about his identity being exposed. Even if it were exposed, it would only add some gossip to his life, and no one would care.

Manson narrowed his eyes, cast several detection spells in succession, and finally nodded solemnly: "It is a great honor! A powerful being from another world, please allow me to apologize for my previous offense and rudeness. Perhaps we should take this a step further and form an alliance. Believe me, this would be beneficial for both of us."

"An alliance? No, it's too early to talk about that now. Let me deal with the Harpist Alliance assassins first. Finally, don't forget to inform the red-robed wizards of Sel and tell them that I have some very interesting things on hand, enough to allow them to build an army of constructs."

"Understood! I will relay your words verbatim. However, please forgive my bluntness, but the Red Robes are used to being arrogant, and they probably won't make any promises easily."

"Hehe, don't worry, I'll take care of that..."