Spellcasting Gods

Today, however, this wide river will be remembered by history in a different form.

More than a dozen gods have gathered here, patiently awaiting the arrival of their adversary.

Of course, there were also some curious onlookers.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they probably wouldn't have believed that a mere dragon could cause the gods to go to such lengths, even to the point of losing face and joining forces to attack it.

Just as many people began to mutter under their breath, a black dot appeared on the horizon.

In no time, the black spot grew rapidly and eventually appeared before everyone's eyes.

huge!

ferocious!

The shimmering armor plates emitted a dazzling golden light, as if something strange was flowing within them!

When Zhang Cheng slowly landed with his enormous wings flapping, the entire riverbank fell silent, as if everyone had been simultaneously struck by a collective silence and a collective freeze.

A few less timid individuals were so terrified by the unconscious dragon's might that they fainted, their eyes rolling back as they lost consciousness.

The atmosphere was heavy and oppressive. His mere presence caused extreme discomfort among ordinary people, and quite a few even lost control of their bladders on the spot.

Undoubtedly, this far exceeded the power that a dragon should possess, and many experienced adventurers showed expressions of tension and awe.

But Zhang Cheng clearly had no time to pay attention to these idle fellows. He calmly approached and said sarcastically in a disdainful tone, "Fourteen gods in total, I should feel honored, shouldn't I?"

"Of course you should feel honored! Evil black dragon! No matter what, I will kill you today, even at a great cost." The god of justice, Tyr, was the first to stand up and express his attitude.

It's clear that although he was filled with grief and anger over Tom's death, he did not lose his mind because of it.

"Heh! Meaningless threat! And I guarantee that in a fair one-on-one situation, you will die by my hand, just like the god of loyalty and courage." Zhang Cheng retorted without backing down, while turning his gaze to Tempas, who was constantly releasing his fighting spirit.

The King of War, clearly unable to contain his lonely warrior spirit, stepped forward, raised his black greatsword, and shouted, "Duel! I demand a one-on-one duel with you! No one else shall interfere!"

"Damn it!" Upon hearing this, the moon goddess Suren's expression changed drastically.

Although she had known for a long time what kind of person the God of War was—to put it nicely, he was brave and fearless, but to put it bluntly, he was all muscle and no brains—she never expected him to make such a childish move at the crucial moment.

You must know that God is an extremely capricious being; once He sets his mind on something, He will never turn back until He dies.

Since Tempas has proposed a one-on-one duel, no other god can interfere before a winner is decided, or they will become the mortal enemy of the god of war.

In fact, not only Suren, but also other gods looked rather grim.

After all, in the original plan, the God of War was one of the main combat forces, and almost every god knew how terrifying his black greatsword full of nicks was.

"Oh? A duel!" A hint of amusement flickered in Zhang Cheng's golden pupils.

He had originally planned to launch a full-scale war, but who could have imagined that the God of War, with his peculiar way of thinking, would actually give up his numerical advantage?

Does this mean that God's way of thinking is different from that of normal people?

“Yes! Just you and me! No rules! It will continue until one of us dies! Don’t worry, if anyone dares to interfere, I will kill them myself.” With that, Tempas swept his aggressive gaze over the gods behind him, the warning clear.

"Hahahaha! Alright! I agree! I didn't expect that not all the gods are trash and useless! At least you have the courage to fight fairly! In that case, let's begin..."

After a deafening burst of laughter, Zhang Cheng began chanting incantations loudly, and in the blink of an eye, ancient dragon language echoed in the air.

"kill!!!!!!"

Tempas, with his vast combat experience, would never give his opponent a chance to cast a spell. He immediately roared and charged forward, raising his black greatsword and slashing down fiercely.

Just as the sword was about to collide with the armor plate, the black dragon's body suddenly vanished.

phantom?!

The God of War quickly realized that his eyes had been deceived and began to search for traces of the enemy.

After all, the Saint form is a mortal body and cannot directly see through various illusion magic like the incarnation.

"Got you!"

Tempas, being an experienced warrior, quickly found Zhang Cheng's hiding place by following the sound and swung his weapon towards the dragon's heart.

This time, however, Zhang Cheng did not run away. He raised his right forepaw, which was covered by armor plates, and grabbed the black greatsword. Then he threw a black sphere out.

next second...

boom!

The sphere, no bigger than an adult's palm, suddenly shattered, releasing a dark, unidentified substance.

Before the gods could react, the dark object expanded rapidly without warning, generating a huge suction force that forcefully sucked Tempas's left arm in.

Despite his desperate efforts to unleash his divine power and break free from being dragged out.

Unfortunately, this strange force came and went quickly.

After the black, unidentified substance completely disappeared, the brave and fearless war god was left with only half a bloody left arm.

As for the other half, it was naturally sucked away and severed while still alive.

"What exactly did you just do?!" Feeling the excruciating pain from his broken arm, Tempas stared wide-eyed and looked up to demand an explanation.

“It’s very simple! I used magic to create a black hole with a very short duration! It might not be enough to deal with a true incarnation of a god, but it’s sufficient to deal with a god in his saint form. As for what a black hole is, I think you can ask the mage god Azus later, provided you can survive my attack.” Zhang Cheng explained, deliberately feigning nonchalance.

He knew perfectly well that the gods watching from the sidelines were observing in secret, trying to find his weaknesses and trump cards in this duel, so it was best to conceal his close combat abilities as much as possible to lull his opponents into a false sense of security...

Chapter 0507 All-Out War

"Magic? As a powerful dragon, you actually chose to use magic as a weapon of war instead of your own sharp teeth and claws?" Tempas's eyes revealed undisguised surprise.

Clearly, he didn't care about losing a hand; instead, he was interested in Zhang Cheng's bizarre fighting style.

After all, in Faerûn, dragons have always been a symbol of power, and even dragon mages and warlocks with high spellcasting levels will not easily give up their size advantage.

Once it finds an opportunity, it will absolutely pounce on its opponent to tear it apart, or unleash a deadly dragon breath.

"What's the difference? Claws and teeth are weapons, and so is magic. Besides, you don't actually think I'd choose to fight the most experienced god in the world by hand, do you? Sorry, I'm not that stupid." Zhang Cheng released the nicked black greatsword with a half-smile and took a few steps back to maintain a safe distance.

As the saying goes, the most valuable quality in a person is self-awareness.

He wasn't the kind of idiot who would get carried away and think he was invincible after gaining some power. He was very clear about his weakness, which was close combat.

Although the current dragon body has made up for this deficiency to some extent and even puts great pressure on the opponent, it also depends on who the opponent is.

Take the God of War Tempas right in front of us, for example. Charging in for hand-to-hand combat would not only fail to gain us an advantage, but could also result in a great loss.

After all, his close combat ability is second to none among the gods, and with the terrifying black greatsword in his hand, only a fool would approach him easily.

"Hahaha! You're very clever! And you don't have the arrogance of your kind. Well, it seems we won't be able to have a proper fight." Tempas laughed and shrugged, channeling his divine power into his weapon.

In the blink of an eye!

The greatsword in his hand was then enveloped in a layer of bloody mist!

"War Zone!"

Zhang Cheng was no longer the novice who knew nothing about divine power; he quickly recognized that the other party was using the power exclusive to the God of War.

“That’s right! Don’t even think about using those boring little tricks anymore.” With that, Tempas raised his greatsword high and slashed it down fiercely.

next second...

boom!

With a deafening roar, the entire earth cracked open under the impact, creating a 40-meter-long, 2-meter-deep ravine that fully demonstrated the terrifying destructive power of the gods.

As for Zhang Cheng, who was hit head-on, the armor plates on the right half of his wing were completely shattered. Although it was slowly repairing itself with the help of runes, it was estimated that it would not be fully healed for a while.

At the same time, many of the scales beneath the armor plates were severely broken, exposing the bloody muscle and bone underneath.

"Interesting! So this is how you use divine power!" Zhang Chengliang's eyes lit up slightly. He forced the second heart in his body to beat rapidly, and in less than a few seconds, the hideous wound was completely healed.

Without a doubt, compared to these established gods, his level of skill in utilizing divine power and divinity was as poor as that of a kindergarten child.

"Super-fast regeneration?!" Tempas's pupils contracted sharply upon seeing this.

In the past, he wouldn't have cared about the issue of regeneration, because many incarnations of gods have very strong self-repairing abilities.

But now, all the gods are imprisoned in mortal bodies. Forget about rebirth; even a small cut that isn't treated quickly will lead to death from excessive blood loss.

“You seem surprised? I’ve said before, in a one-on-one duel, no god can beat me unless you can smash my head in. Even if my heart is pierced or my head is cut off, I can recover quickly.” Zhang Cheng said as he tried to inject divine power into the armor plates.

moment!

The severely damaged areas seem to have come back to life!

To be precise, all the armor plates covering its body surface seemed to come alive, completely turning into flowing molten metal, and could even change their shape constantly according to one's will.

To confirm the thing's power, he suddenly swung his thick tail without warning.

boom!

With a muffled thud, the God of War, who had tried to block with his greatsword, was sent flying sideways, crashing into two trees and then collapsing to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

It turns out that at the moment of the attack, most of the molten metal gathered at the tail and solidified into a spiked chain hammer the size of a basketball.

Tempas had no time to react and was sent flying by the terrifying inertia; one of the spikes even pierced his right lung.

"Aha! Looks pretty powerful! Thank you, thank you for teaching me another move." Zhang Cheng showed no mercy, constantly trying out various new tricks.

What were originally just armor plates meant for protection were transformed under his control into a meteor hammer, a spear, and a rain of arrows.

In less than ten minutes, Tempas was on the verge of death. No matter how rich his combat experience was, he could not change the most tragic aspect of a warrior: when faced with an opponent he could not close the distance to, he could not win the final victory.

Several times, he tried to throw the weapon infused with divine power, but unfortunately, after suffering a loss once, Zhang Cheng kept moving and never gave the God of War a second chance.

that's it……

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, Tempas finally collapsed to the ground, his body turning into a cold corpse due to excessive blood loss.

There was neither the expected thrilling battle nor the dragon-slaying performance that adventurers often talk about!

It was nothing more than a childish massacre!

Moreover, the victim of this torture and murder was none other than Tempas, the god of war revered and admired by countless warriors!

Gently picking up the war god's riddled corpse, Zhang Cheng sneered, "Look at this, the war god worshipped by mortals! Without his power, he performs no better than a mortal. Gods are far less powerful and omnipotent than you imagine! I will soon prove that again!"

“Evil black dragon! Lay down the body of Tempas! You are blaspheming the gods!” Tyr, the god of justice, finally could not hold back and was the first to step forward.

"Blasphemy? No, I'm merely stating a fact. Haven't you noticed why His Majesty the Supreme God, Aio, cast you down to the mortal realm, forcing you to walk in the material world in mortal bodies? It's both a punishment and a trial. Yet you haven't grasped this at all, still endlessly fighting among yourselves. I think perhaps creating a world without gods would be better..."

As the last word escaped his lips, Zhang Cheng crushed the teleportation gem in his palm without hesitation.