Spellcasting Gods

"Hehe, sorry, wrong answer. You have twenty seconds left." Zhang Cheng directly rejected the other party's suggestion.

As someone skilled at observing and analyzing mental states, he sensed that the young paladin before him was only one step away from falling into depravity, and he could not allow him to pull back from the brink.

On the contrary, he wanted to give it a push.

"Ten seconds!"

Nine seconds!

Eight seconds!

……

As the final countdown began, the two poisoned individuals turned pale and foamed at the mouth; the half-elf, whose constitution was slightly weaker, even experienced a cardiac arrest.

"No! Please! Let them go! I'll do anything for you!" Eleanor was clearly panicked and began to plead frantically.

However, Zhang Cheng did not react at all and continued to count down in a completely emotionless voice.

With less than three seconds left, the young paladin finally broke down, raised his sword, and stabbed it fiercely into the cage where the dwarf was imprisoned.

puff!

Dark red blood splattered everywhere!

The sword pierced through the mithril chainmail, leaving a gaping hole in the fragile heart.

"Sini! Detoxify that druid!" Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Zhang Cheng chose to keep his promise without hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, a bottle of specially prepared antidote was forcibly poured down his throat.

The half-elf, whose heart had stopped beating, suddenly convulsed, recovered from his state of apparent death, and began to vomit profusely while lying on the ground.

When she saw the dwarf being pierced through the heart by a sword not far away, she immediately roared, "Damn it! What have you done?! Why did you let the enemy fool you? Don't you know they are forcing you to fall into depravity?"

“I’m sorry, but I had no other choice…” Eleanor was like a lost soul as she slowly drew her sword, closed her eyes and trembled uncontrollably, as if communicating with some unseen being.

A few minutes later, when she opened her eyes again, a ball of evil red light descended from the sky.

"Dark Blessing?! You...you actually fell!" The half-elf druid stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Degenerate? No, I don't think so. I've just seen through Tyre's pale and hypocritical justice." Eleanor's eyes blazed with boundless rage as she stabbed her last surviving teammate.

Before the half-elf could react, he felt a sharp pain in his chest and slowly fell backward into a pool of blood.

After doing all this, Eleanor knelt on one knee and said in a melancholy and sorrowful tone, "Great master, please allow me to kill all the werewolves present, otherwise the anger in my heart will never be quelled."

"Of course! Please do as you please, they're no longer of any use to you anyway." Zhang Cheng shrugged nonchalantly.

"No! No! No! That's not what you promised before!" the leader of the werewolves shouted nervously.

"Oh, sorry, I've changed my mind. She's clearly more valuable than you guys," Zhang Cheng replied with a playful expression.

Thank you so much!

Having received permission, Eleanor slowly stood up, raised her weapon, and loudly chanted a crude and evil incantation.

Less than half a minute later, a huge portal appeared out of thin air, and a warhorse with red flames emanating from its entire body stepped out.

"Oh? A Hellfire Horse!" Sini showed a hint of surprise.

It's important to know that a newly fallen paladin needs to be at least level seven in his class to summon Infernal Servants.

Moreover, the creatures of the purgatory are far more powerful than those of the material world; a single purgatory horse is enough to overwhelm the werewolves.

Because of their emotional connection, Eleanor immediately mounted the werewolf and, using the acceleration from its running, began a frenzied slaughter.

Under her overwhelming power, several unarmed werewolves were quickly hacked to pieces, and the pungent smell of blood spread along the sewers, attracting some predators.

Zhang Cheng paid no heed to these monsters driven by instinct, and smiled as he said to the fallen paladin on horseback, "Well done! Now come with me, and I'll teach you what true power is..."

Chapter 0489 Sazastan

Having resolved the minor troubles on his own territory, Zhang Cheng quickly devoted all his energy to the research of legendary magic.

Because he understood that with the year of turmoil drawing ever closer, he had little time left.

Although the Saint form severely limits a god's true power, even a weakling like Cyric can defeat the infamous God of Murder, Baal, his personality dictates that he will never relinquish the initiative to his opponent.

Regardless, a god is a god after all, an evolved being that transcends all forms of life in the mortal world, a special being with near-endless lifespan and superior power.

Without restrictions, they can create one or more avatars that are slightly weaker than their original bodies, depending on the strength of their divine power, and each avatar can go and do different things, but they will not kill each other because their consciousnesses are relatively independent.

It's important to know that the "cloning technique" frequently used by high-level mages can lead to a bloody melee if an unexpected situation occurs, causing all the clones to awaken simultaneously. The result will inevitably be a bloody battle among all the clones until the final victor survives.

Even the blood, organs, and corpses of dead gods can be used to create powerful magical items and undead puppets.

Zhang Chengcai couldn't believe that a life form as powerful even as a corpse could be so weak when alive that it could be easily killed by ordinary people.

Just as he was about to complete his first legendary spell model, Manson finally arrived at the spire with an elegant lich.

"Hello, mighty black dragon, I am Sazastan, chief necromancer of the Crimson Wizards Guild. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Upon meeting, the lich, who exuded a strong aura of death, took the initiative to introduce himself.

“I am also very pleased to meet you, Your Excellency the Great Mage.” Zhang Cheng bowed calmly.

Outsiders may not know who Sazarstan is, but he knows very well the development of the Forgotten Realms over the next few decades. He knows that this powerful mage specializing in necromancy will eliminate all competitors and bring the Sel Empire under his control.

Even more terrifying, he attempted to evolve himself from an undead creature into a god through a horrific magical ritual. Although he ultimately failed due to an accident, he was still a brilliant and talented figure nonetheless.

In addition, it is said that this guy also possesses the Death Moon Orb, an artifact created by the Wizard King Larok, which was left over from the Netheril era.

“Incredible! I’ve always thought dragons were arrogant! But you’ve shattered my preconceived notions!” Sazarstan’s tone revealed intense surprise.

He had expected the other party to be very assertive during the conversation, and even to use some insulting words.

But the reality was quite the opposite; Zhang Cheng behaved like a well-mannered nobleman.

"Hahahaha! I told you so, didn't I? It's very special!" Manson laughed loudly, and while the chief of the Necromancer Department wasn't paying attention, he winked slightly.

Clearly, he did not tell his old rival that Zhang Cheng came from another world.

Sazarstan nodded thoughtfully: "It is indeed very special! I even have an urge to study it in more depth. But before that, I must confirm whether you really have what I need. After all, the Red Robe Wizarding Association is not ruled by me alone. The leaders of other major factions are all watching closely, waiting to see me make a mistake."

“Of course! A very reasonable request.” With that, Zhang Cheng raised his hands and released fel fire and shadow energy into his palms.

Although he no longer had Eredar demons within him, he had a firm grasp of the birth and composition of these two energies in his mind, and could easily create them through the Twisted Magic Web.

"This...this is!!!"

Sensing the ferocious destructive power of fel energy and the terrifying devouring properties of shadow energy up close, Sazarstani revealed an excited expression. He even broke off a small section of his finger bone and placed it into the two energies respectively to observe the subtle changes inside.

Several minutes passed before he came to his senses and solemnly said, "Perfect! Tell me, what do I need to give up if I want to exchange knowledge about creating these two energies?"

“It’s simple! Help me complete the research on a legendary magic.” Zhang Cheng offered his terms without hesitation.

"Research into legendary magic?" A hint of surprise appeared on Sazarstan's almost completely withered face.

Zhang Cheng nodded slightly: "Yes! I hope to create a spell that can ignore divine power and kill gods directly. But unfortunately, it's not easy. I'm missing the most crucial part, which is the composition of divine power."

"Godslayer?! You're insane!"

"No! I'm not crazy! You don't know yet, but I just received some shocking news from a prophet. Next year, due to some event, the Supreme God will banish all the gods of the Pantheon to the mortal realm, where they will appear in the material world as saints, and they will only retain their mortal bodies. With your wisdom, I believe it shouldn't be difficult for you two to understand what this means, right?" Zhang Cheng dropped this bombshell.

"What?! How is this possible!" Manson couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Why is it impossible? Haven't you heard of the prophecy of the wise man Arlando?" Zhang Cheng continued to guide the conversation with a smile.

But the madness that flickered in his eyes revealed that he was not at peace.

"Prophecy? What prophecy?!" Sazastan frowned instinctively.

Clearly, he felt the situation was more complicated than he had anticipated.

Zhang Cheng paid little attention to the two archmages' puzzled reactions and lowered his voice to chant, "In the days when the saint walks the earth, the King of Slaughter will create many offspring. These offspring will be both righteous and evil, but all will have the blood of chaos flowing within them. When these monstrous offspring of the beast reach adulthood, they will bring terrifying carnage to the Sword Coast. One of them will defeat the others and inherit his father's power. This heir will change the history of the Sword Coast for hundreds of years..."

He paused deliberately, licked his lips, and explained, "As the name suggests! The Saint refers to the impending descent of the gods! The King of Slaughter is Baal, one of the three gods of death! This allegory not only clearly points to the upcoming major event but also describes the fall of a god. Think about it, if we could take advantage of the opportunity when the gods' power is greatly weakened to kill one or two of them, and use their corpses for experiments, could we unravel the mysteries of the gods, or even replace them?"

moment!

Manson's breathing began to quicken!

As for Sazarstan, although liches don't need to breathe, the two cold glints in his eyes kept flashing, as if foreshadowing the intense turmoil within him at that moment...

Chapter 0490 Godslayer Alliance

"I'll join!"

After a long silence, Manson was the first to give an affirmative answer.

He was originally an ambitious man. Although he had a very deep cooperation with the church of Bane, the god of tyranny, and even Zobel, the second-in-command of the Santalinist Church, was a chosen one of Bane, he still retained an attitude of distrusting no one in his heart.

In fact, this is a common problem among many high-level mages in Faerûn.

They are autocratic and domineering, trusting no one but themselves. Their attitude towards gods is completely different from that of ordinary people. They have no devout faith; almost every one of them longs to replace the gods.

Even someone like Elminster, who wholeheartedly serves the goddess of magic, has his own thoughts and plans, rather than blindly following Mystra's lead.

"I'll join too!"

After a moment's hesitation, Sazarstan quickly made his choice. After all, his ambition for godhood was no less than Manson's.

Seeing the intense desire in the eyes of these two powerful spellcasters, Zhang Cheng slightly curled the corners of his mouth and said in a slightly playful tone, "In that case, we can discuss how to kill a god. Of course, to avoid unnecessary losses, I think we should avoid those powerful gods with a large number of followers in the material world, and specifically choose relatively weak gods who lack allies, such as the god of vengeance, Hall; the god of cruelty, Gagas; the goddess of joy, Lira; the god of song, Miriel; the god of hunting, Mara, and so on."

“I think we should add that traitor’s name to the list as well!” Sazastan suggested meaningfully.

Without a doubt, the traitor he was referring to was Veshalon, the lich god who had successfully defected from the Red Robe Wizarding Association with the help of the storm god Talos.

Because mentioning a god's specific name and title in Faerûn allows the god to hear the next few words or even sentences depending on their divine power, most people avoid directly addressing gods by their names when discussing important matters.

Although gods don't always have time to listen to mortals talk about them, it's never a bad thing to be careful.

Given that Vesalon and Sazarstan almost became mortal enemies back then in their struggle for the position of chief of the Necromancers, it's not surprising that they would make such a suggestion.

Given the chance, Sazastan will not easily let go of his former enemies.

“No problem!” Zhang Cheng nodded without hesitation.

In any case, not long after the start of the turbulent year, the second-generation goddess of magic will be killed by the guardian god Heim, which will directly cause the magic network to lose control, greatly weaken the power of every spellcaster, and make killing Vesalon possible instead of impossible.

For him, it didn't matter which god he killed; what mattered was uncovering the extraordinary mysteries of the gods.

"Hehe, that's fantastic! I wish us a pleasant collaboration!"