Spellcasting Gods

Bane clearly didn't want to fight the terrifying black dragon before him and tried to ease the tense atmosphere with words.

The reason is simple: through Tom's death, he realized that he was no longer the high and mighty, omnipotent tyrannical god he once was; to be precise, he could not even use one-twentieth of his usual power.

Leaving aside how difficult it is to replenish divine power after being forcibly severed from the divine kingdom by the supreme god, the most fatal weakness is simply the mortal body.

Under normal circumstances, the incarnation of a god is not a mortal being. The strength of its skin and muscles is enough to withstand the sharpest swords and the most powerful magic in the world. Many spells of the seventh ring or higher, which can instantly kill an enemy, are only fit to tickle the incarnation of a god.

Samaster, the legendary mage and founder of the Dragon Cult, one of the most favored chosen ones of the Goddess of Magic, and hailed as a genius among geniuses, once clashed head-on with the incarnation of the Lord of Dawn.

As a result, countless powerful spells only managed to scratch the avatar of the god, causing a few drops of divine blood to flow. To this day, the blood is still enshrined in temples and worshipped by priests as a sacred artifact.

The true form of the gods is so powerful and terrifying that most of the time mortals are simply unable to harm them.

But now, it's just like the old saying goes: a dragon in shallow water is mocked by shrimp, a tiger fallen to the plains is bullied by dogs, a cat that has achieved its ambitions is more powerful than a tiger, and a phoenix that has lost its feathers is no better than a chicken...

The mortal body means that one can get hurt, get tired, and most importantly, die!

No intelligent life is unafraid of death!

Even the gods are no exception!

Although there are many cases of gods being resurrected after death, there are also many gods who disappeared into the long river of history and never appeared again.

Bane is not one of those ancient gods who are thousands or thousands of years old. The reason he was able to become one of the most powerful gods in the dark world is entirely due to the generous gift of the ancient god of death, Jaeger.

Although he still doesn't quite understand why Jaeger, who once completely ruled over all the divine offices in the realm of death, would suddenly make such a bizarre decision, it doesn't mean he's unaware that he's facing a huge threat.

"You're afraid? Hahahaha! The god of tyranny, Bane, is actually afraid!" Zhang Cheng burst into laughter as if he had discovered a new continent.

Only now did he understand why the turbulent years were also called the War of the Gods, or the Cataclysm of the Saints.

The root cause is that the gods have lost most of their power and means of survival, just like warriors who have been stripped naked and are walking bare-handed in a primeval forest full of monsters, where the slightest carelessness will lead to their death.

The form of a saint is far too fragile, so fragile that no matter how powerful one's divine power is, one can be killed by a mortal wielding a sharp weapon.

Of course, most mortals wouldn't be like Zhang Cheng, recklessly hunting down gods without any regard for their future retaliation.

Clearly, the laughter was extremely grating to Bane, who gritted his teeth and demanded sharply, "What exactly do you want?"

"It's simple! I'm not here to negotiate! Nor am I here to engage in verbal sparring! I have only one goal: to kill you..."

As the last word escaped his lips, Zhang Cheng's entire body erupted with dark green evil energy, and he lunged at his opponent once more.

Given the current instability of the magic network on the continent of Faerûn, he did not intend to risk using too many spells in battle. In any case, the body of the divine dragon was the best weapon, and with the freely changeable alloy armor plates and psychic abilities, it was enough to crush most gods in the form of a wanderer.

"Arrogant! You will regret your choice today!" Enraged, Bane cursed as he raised his jewel-encrusted iron gauntlet, attempting to unleash his "Divine Power" with his remaining strength.

Unfortunately, before it could even take effect, the chaotic and deadly dragon breath completely disrupted everything.

Ever since studying Nefarian, the black dragon prince of Azeroth, and his minions' frequent use of Shadowflame, Zhang Cheng has been trying to incorporate various magical energies of different attributes into his breath. Recently, he even added his newly acquired divine power to it.

His dragon breath was less of a spewing of energy and more of a distortion and corrosive effect on energy.

It may not seem very powerful on the surface, but what's truly terrifying is that wherever the eerie flames have been scorched, the energy stability is instantly shattered, plunging into an unpredictable state of chaos.

In this state, let alone casting complex and precise spells, even releasing spell-like abilities has a high chance of failure, or even triggering a terrible disaster.

"Fozor Cherbury! Help me!" Bann, disregarding his divine dignity, turned to his chosen people for help.

"I'm sorry, dear god of tyranny, he cannot save you."

With a mocking tone, Zhang Cheng appeared directly in front of his opponent through the flames, opened his mouth full of sharp teeth, and snapped Bane in half at the waist, swallowing him whole.

After he finished doing all this, he turned around, staring at the priest with his two golden eyes, who had a look of terror on his face not far away. He then asked with a half-smile, "Do you also want to avenge the god you serve?"

"No! I don't want to!" Fuzor felt his blood freeze and hurriedly shook his head desperately.

Perhaps he genuinely agreed with the ideas of the god of tyranny, but he had no intention of dying alongside Bane.

The good thing about the clever people in the evil faction is that they know when to back down and will never change their stance like the paladins in the good faction, even when faced with the threat of death.

"Very good! You can get out now!"

Zhang Cheng was clearly satisfied with the guy's reaction. He quickly flapped his wings and slowly rose into the air. He carried Tom and Bane's mutilated corpses around Tantrys Harbor twice, threw them directly at the entrance of their respective temples, and then disappeared into the clouds in full view of everyone.

It goes without saying that his purpose in doing this was to humiliate and anger the gods.

After all, even if the relationship between gods is tense or hostile, they would not do something so heinous.

It is foreseeable that the other gods traveling on the continent of Faerûn will be furious when they learn that an evil black dragon has not only killed them but also displayed their corpses.

Before long, they will emerge from their hiding places, begin to contact each other, and eventually form an alliance to make the madmen who dared to kill gods pay the price.

Similarly, this is exactly the result Zhang Cheng wanted...

Chapter 505 Unbridled Recklessness (Part 2)

In the deepest chamber beneath the Luskan Mage Tower, several dragonkin mages were busy using necromancy to embalm a radiant female corpse on the ground.

The owner of this corpse was none other than Charis, the goddess of cats and dances, whose beauty was said to rival only that of Eros, the goddess of love.

It goes without saying that this goddess, who was keen on enjoying life to the fullest, unfortunately encountered Zhang Cheng, who had no mercy for women, and was killed on the spot. Her body was then brought back to be used to make a demigod mummy.

In fact, given Zhang Cheng's recent reckless hunting, many gods who hadn't even realized what was happening have fallen victim to his cruelty. Including the cat and dancing goddess Xia Ruisi, who is currently in production, there are already six.

Although these undead, wrapped in bandages, are far from being as powerful as true gods, the divinity remaining within them and the forbidden magical rituals used in their creation give them unimaginable physical and magical resistance and spell-like abilities.

In addition, the rune weapon replacement system designed and manufactured by Zhang Cheng himself is enough to pose a fatal threat to the gods in their saint form.

After all, since he had decided to be an enemy of the gods, he naturally had to make the corresponding preparations, at least to ensure that even if the owner behind the parchment scroll did not take action, he would still have a chance to escape when besieged.

As for simply killing all the gods of Faerûn, that was not an option in his mind at all.

Putting aside whether the supreme god Aio would intervene, the sheer number of gods united is an irresistible force.

Although killing a god seems as simple as slaughtering livestock, Zhang Cheng is very clear that the reason he has achieved such a terrifying record is entirely because the god was used to arrogance and did not realize how fragile the saint form is.

But now, since the tyrannical god Bane and the loyal god of courage Thom were both killed, some of the gods have begun to call on their friends and gather together in twos and threes.

In particular, the gods of justice, Tyr, and suffering, Ilmat, actively sought to contact allies of the good faction, seemingly intending to avenge Tom.

As many scholars like to say when recording history, "The battle horn has sounded, and the great battle between justice and evil is about to begin."

However, as the madman who instigated this war, Zhang Cheng didn't care about what was happening in the outside world, nor did he pay attention to the army and gods that were constantly gathering in Waterdeep. Instead, he devoted all his energy to studying the magical knowledge left behind by the Archmages of Netheril.

Because he wasn't a fool, he knew he was destined to lose the war, so he never intended to mobilize Luskan's military forces.

This unsettling silence continued until news arrived that Baal, the murderer, had been killed by Cyric. Only then did he finally put down his research, leave the spire alone, and slowly fly towards Waterdeep, dragging his massive body.

With absolutely no intention of concealing the truth, the entire Deepwater City descended into chaos within just over ten minutes.

……

"It's here!"

Argus, the god of mages, sat solemnly at the table, informing the other gods of the news the Harpists' Alliance had just received.

As the nominal husband of the goddess of magic, the first preacher in history, and the great spellcaster who defeated the god of prophecy Sulfuras with a mortal body, his power and status are beyond question.

"What exactly does this dragon want? Is it true, as the rumors say, that it is extremely hostile to the gods and wants to exterminate us?" The goddess of love, Shuni, smoothed her dazzling fiery red hair, her beautiful eyes revealing a charm that was irresistible to many people and gods present.

“No! I always felt it was hiding some unspeakable secret. You know, we’ve seen madmen who oppose the gods before, but this one is clearly different.” The moon goddess Suren gently shook her head, denying the guess.

She is one of the earliest twin goddesses to be born in this world. She existed since the beginning of life and has witnessed many crazy individuals and organizations that are hostile to the gods. But none of them have ever been like this black dragon in front of her, hanging over the gods like a dark cloud.

Admittedly, the current situation is largely due to the punishment of the God above the God, but what is even more terrifying is the meticulous plan revealed behind the whole thing.

Let's take a look at which gods were the first to die.

Gargos, the god of cruelty!

Myriel, the goddess of song!

Without exception, they were the weakest of all the gods, and also the ones with virtually no allies.

In addition, there's that legendary magic that can instantly shatter divine power shields!

Anyone who isn't an idiot can clearly see that the other side had already made ample preparations long before the start of the turbulent year!

A madman with a calm mind and a brilliant brain?

Suren had no idea what words to use to describe it, and he couldn't understand why anyone could know in advance about the coming of the turbulent year, or even foresee the intense reaction of the God of Gods after the loss of the Tablet of Destiny.

In contrast, Tyr, the god of justice, was much more direct.

He slammed his hand on the table and said with a serious expression, "Whatever its purpose may be! We must prepare for battle! It would be best to leave Waterdeep to avoid innocent civilians being affected."

“Agreed! I think the banks of the Desharin River are a good place,” Ilmat, the god of suffering, agreed without hesitation.

“In that case, let’s all move to the banks of the Desharin River and wait for the dragon to arrive.” Azus hesitated for a moment, then quickly made his choice.

After all, once the gods launch a full-scale attack, it will inevitably cause enormous destruction. If it were in Waterdeep, this ancient and populous city would probably be reduced to ruins in just a few minutes.

Watching the gods rise and depart from the conference room, the God of War, Tempas, grinned, gently stroking a nicked black greatsword, and murmured to himself in a voice only he could hear: "To start a war against the gods alone? This feeling is unparalleled! My blood is boiling! Come! Let's have a fair contest!"

war!

Slaughter!

death!

For an ancient god who ruled over all the wars and battles of the world, nothing could excite him more than his current state.

So what if a few gods died?

So what if you want to kill all the gods?

War is inherently chaotic, disorderly, and full of surprises; no one knows what will happen in the next second.

The wonderful feeling of narrowly escaping death is definitely a true warrior's favorite.

Tempas couldn't remember the last time he had experienced this feeling, but he knew that the approaching black dragon was absolutely capable of making him taste defeat and death.

This is the real battle!

The battle he craved!

The act of crushing the weak with superior strength and experience is not worthy of being called a battle at all...

Chapter 0506 God of War Tempas

The Desaline River is an important river that runs through most of the Northland, connecting the towns of Longtown, Yata, Red Pine, Golden Plains, and Waterdeep.

It can be said that without it, Deepwater City would not have been able to support such a large population, nor would it have been able to extend its influence to the surrounding areas.