Spellcasting Gods

In an instant!

Six demigod mummies wrapped in bandages appeared out of thin air, their eyes gleaming with a hungry, evil light...

Chapter 0508 Massacre

"That...that's Sharis! It turned Sharis's corpse into a necromancer!" Eros Shuna recognized her friend at a glance, her beautiful eyes blazing with fury.

how many years?

For so many years, no mortal has dared to challenge the majesty of the gods!

Not to mention killing a god directly and then turning her corpse into a necromancer!

Even the abyssal demons, who are known as the most hostile to the gods, would not dare to do this lightly!

"Hahahaha! What, you feel angry? Why? Just because you slightly used the corpse of a god, you think you've been offended? Then what gives you the right to order your believers to kill mortals indiscriminately and forcibly awaken them from their slumber? Just because you are gods, do you have special privileges? Foolish gods! Today is your death day! I declare that Ragnarok has officially begun..."

The words had barely left his mouth!

Zhang Cheng lunged at the mage god.

If there was anyone among the many gods present who could inspire genuine fear in him, Azus would undoubtedly be at the top of the list.

Of course, if the goddess of magic hadn't died, she would have been the first target of the attack.

Six demigod mummies, each wielding a different runic weapon, received orders almost simultaneously and joined the siege, ignoring attacks from other gods behind them.

Damn it!

Arzus was completely unprepared to be the first target of the attack, and hurriedly activated all the trigger-based protective spells in one go.

He couldn't understand why he was being attacked so fiercely when he hadn't said a word or shown any hostility.

"Sorry! Although I would love to find some time to sit down with you, brew a pot of tea, and chat privately about magic, it seems impossible now. Because you pose too great a threat, I can't let you hide in the back and launch a sneak attack..." With that, Zhang Cheng quickly activated a scroll radiating rich magical energy.

moment!

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The protective spells cast upon the Mage God were dispelled, and for some unknown reason, many magical items began to shatter one by one. Only a very few divine artifacts and legendary magical items survived.

Without a doubt, this was no ordinary anti-magic spell, but the infamous "Duncan's Great Disintegration Spell".

It is said that the leader of the Eight Leaves, the strongest spellcasting group in the Greyhawk world, was not very wealthy when he was young. He was often bullied by rich mages who were covered in all kinds of magical items, scrolls, rings and potions. So he held a grudge and eventually invented this insane ninth-circle magic.

Of course, these are just rumors, and no one knows if they are true.

However, any unlucky soul hit by the Great Disintegration spell will not only have 99% of their protective and buff spells dispelled, but all their magical items, scrolls, and potions will also have a very high chance of being destroyed. It is said that even artifacts are no exception.

However, the higher the enchantment level, the more complex and stable the magical structure becomes, and the greater the chance of resisting the Great Disintegration spell.

But undeniably, this is the spell that countless "tycoons" hate the most.

Can you imagine what it would feel like if, in a game, a player decked out in top-tier gear were suddenly hit by a Disintegrate spell, turning all their priceless equipment into a pile of junk?

That tangy flavor, once you've tasted it, you'll never want to taste it again...

No! You won't succeed!

Azus wasn't a fool. He quickly realized what losing his protection meant for his mortal body, and hurriedly added another layer of divine power shield to himself.

He believed that this divine shield alone would buy him enough time to chant incantations and cast spells.

Unfortunately, he clearly overlooked a weapon, a weapon that mortals used to kill gods.

The half-mummy brandished an inconspicuous little dagger, easily piercing through the divine shield and plunging the vengeful blade into the heart of the mage god.

puff!

The dazzling golden divine blood splattered everywhere!

Arzus stared wide-eyed, unable to believe until his last breath that his divine shield had failed to withstand a crude iron weapon!

"Zasman's Dagger! It's Zasman's Dagger!"

As expected of one of the oldest gods in the world, the moon goddess Suren immediately named the weapon that killed the mage god.

"Shouldn't this thing be in Bane's hands?" The face of the God of Justice, Tyr, immediately turned ugly.

There's no way it can not look good!

Perhaps before the beginning of the turbulent year, when the gods descended to earth in their avatars, this dagger could only cause limited damage at most.

But now they are all mortals. If the divine power shield cannot protect them, then a single blow will be fatal!

Seeing the intense fear in the eyes of the gods, Zhang Cheng calmly controlled the brain cells within his skull that were fused with the Mind Flayer's main brain, forming several white tentacles that directly pierced into Azus's brain through his eyes and other parts, devouring the rich knowledge within his memory area.

After doing all this, he took a deep, satisfied breath and grinned as he asked the other gods, "Who's next?"

“My dear friend! I think we must make a great sacrifice to defeat this evil and terrible enemy!” Tyr said solemnly to his most steadfast ally, the God of Suffering.

“I understand! In that case, let me be the first victim.” Ilmat wore a gentle smile, as if pain and death meant nothing to him.

Because the image seen through the eyes of this god was that of an old man whose entire body was covered with wounds and scars, whose legs were even lame, and whose short and thin body was covered only by a tattered loincloth, so pitiful that it was unbearable to look at.

As the oldest and most steadfast of the three gods of justice, the god of suffering rarely displays his power. His followers are mostly idealists who give selflessly and without expecting anything in return, with their minds filled with thoughts of saving the suffering people of the world, especially protecting children from abuse and torture.

Few people know that this kind and benevolent god, when angered, could make even the tyrannical god Bane and the storm god Talos retreat.

Because the pain and torment he endures on behalf of the world in his daily life can be transformed into an extremely powerful divine force when he is enraged, instantly destroying everything around him.

As Ilmat slowly walked towards him, Zhang Cheng suddenly had a bad feeling and abruptly opened his mouth to exhale a hot breath.

But what happened next sent chills down his spine!

The God of Suffering made no attempt to dodge or use his divine power to resist, allowing the scorching flames to burn his skin, muscles, and bones. Even after losing his legs and hands, he still moved forward with great difficulty, bit by bit.

His eyes held no fear of death, no physical pain, and no hatred; only a chilling calm...

Chapter 0509 Appearance

"Evil black dragon, have you ever felt pain?" Ilmat asked, dragging his broken body and looking up.

"Pain?" Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes, watching the other party warily.

He could sense that a terrifying power was being nurtured within the nearly crippled god.

However, the god of suffering didn't pay any attention and nodded to himself: "Yes! Do you know how many people in the world suffer from hardship and torment every day? Do you know how strong a will it takes to transfer all this suffering onto yourself and keep your spirit from collapsing?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's very simple. You will now bear the suffering that the whole world is going through!"

As the last word was uttered, a surge of divine power erupted from Ilmat's body.

Zhang Cheng had no time to react before he was engulfed and collapsed to the ground with a painful scream just seconds later.

"Ahhhhhhh! Damn it! What did you do to me?"

Although he didn't have a single wound on his body, his nerves sent pain signals to the brain's central nervous system that were completely indescribable.

It felt like being torn to pieces, as if every bone in the body was shattered and the muscles were twitching uncontrollably.

"It's nothing. I'm just transferring the suffering I endure every day onto you." Ilmat used his leg, which was almost burned to ashes, to support his body and slowly stood up.

Although he appears to be someone who could be blown over by a gust of wind at any moment, no one doubts his inner strength.

"Hmph! You think this little bit of pain can defeat me?" Zhang Cheng quickly used his psychic powers to sever his brain's connection to pain.

He was not a psychopathic madman like the god of suffering, nor did he intend to constantly temper his will through terrible pain.

Ilmat smiled calmly and shook his head: "No, I just want you to understand that the meaning of God is not as superficial as you think. I admit that some gods are indeed a bit outrageous, not only forgetting their duties but even attempting to rise above all others, but there are still many more gods who are diligently fulfilling their duties. Can you imagine what the world would be like if all the gods were lost? I guarantee it would only become more chaotic, not better."

"You want to convince me?" Zhang Cheng slightly curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a playful expression.

"No, I just want you to realize you were wrong before you die. Alright, it's time to bind you completely and end this catastrophe once and for all..."

The words had barely left his mouth!

Suddenly, Ilmat opened his arms as if to embrace something, and then his body began to gradually transform into endless light, completely enveloping the dragon's massive body.

Seeing this, Tyr, the god of justice, couldn't help but shed a few tears. He drew his longsword and shouted, "Our friend, the revered god of suffering, has given his life! Now the enemy can neither move nor use any magic. Let us together slay this blasphemous dragon!"

"Get out of the way! I will avenge Sharis!" The goddess of love, known as the Fire-Haired Lady, was the first to rush out, instantly piercing the black dragon's massive body with a spear formed entirely of divine power.

puff!

Visible blood splattered everywhere!

No one knew what kind of power Ilmat had used, but no matter how Zhang Cheng struggled or tried to distort the surrounding magical energy, he couldn't move an inch.

He couldn't even blink, let alone move!

He could only watch helplessly as the gods recklessly squandered their divine power and launched a fatal attack on him.

In just a few minutes, large areas of bloody muscle, internal organs, and even bare bones were exposed in many places.

Without a doubt, if things continued like this, even with his powerful regenerative abilities, he would die soon. The six demigod mummies were also purified under Tyr's terrifying positive energy, turning into a pile of useless bandages and dust.

death!

Never before have I been so close to Zhang Cheng!

Just as he was about to abandon this body and flee!

The owner behind the parchment could no longer contain himself and released a dazzling golden light.

moment!

The light barrier that had been holding him firmly in place suddenly disappeared, and then a terrifying crack tens of meters long appeared out of thin air, sucking the entire massive body of the black dragon into it.

……

dark!

An endless expanse of darkness!

There was neither light, nor sound, nor taste or touch!

Zhang Cheng felt as if he were in an endless void, with nothing around him, and he couldn't even be sure if he was still alive.

Fortunately, this state, which was a thousand times more terrifying than death, only lasted for a very short time, and a ray of light dispelled all the darkness.

In less than a minute, land slowly formed beneath his feet, and the endless darkness around him was replaced by mirage-like phantoms.