Spellcasting Gods

Iron Man sat at the bar, sipping a bottle of whiskey worth tens of thousands of dollars, and asked questions with great interest.

Although he initially dismissed magic, through simple learning he discovered that magic was not the kind of nonsense superstition he had imagined.

On the contrary, like science, magic has a unique and rigorous system, and in many ways it is very similar to the most advanced quantum physics.

As a result, I became engrossed in learning and began to immerse myself in another ocean of knowledge.

Zhang Cheng nodded slightly and explained, "That's right! In fact, I once went to a world with a highly developed magical civilization. There, the model of every spell was meticulously crafted by countless mages, so they could cast more spells than their counterparts in other worlds, and the spells were more powerful."

So you've been to many parts of the world?

Wearing a sexy black dress, the Black Widow, who was responsible for mixing drinks behind the bar, keenly grasped a key point.

"Yes, I've been to many places, seen countless intelligent races of all kinds, and even personally turned a city of hundreds of thousands of people into the undead. Slaughter, death, deception, threats, intimidation, pain, despair—what I've experienced is far beyond your comprehension. So in my eyes, the struggle between S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra is just a somewhat interesting game, nothing more."

After saying those words, which elicited surprise, fear, or disgust from many present, Zhang Cheng picked up his glass and downed it in one gulp. He then casually took out a spellbook that had already been deciphered and tossed it to Tony Stark: "Here, take this. There are quite a few spell models in here. You can study them first. I hope that when we meet again, you will be a powerful mage, and we can discuss our insights about magic together."

"Uh... thank you!"

Iron Man hesitated for a moment, then quickly made his choice.

Although those bloody and cruel words made him very uncomfortable, no matter what, knowledge is knowledge, and only by understanding the power of magic can we better protect the world.

"You're welcome!"

After exchanging a few polite words, Zhang Cheng stood up and went to the empty space in the middle of the hall. His entire body rapidly expanded, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to his enormous dragon form. He then said to Nick Fury, "Director, if you don't mind, I'll be leaving now. Is there anything else you'd like to say to me?"

"Those dragon people created with your blood, won't suddenly betray us just because you left?" the one-eyed bureau chief asked with a worried expression.

After all, since recruiting these super soldiers into the Avengers, they have privately resolved many crises, and many terrorists are as vulnerable as babies in front of them.

It is foreseeable that as long as the current state continues, it will not be long before the world enters an unprecedented period of peace and tranquility.

"Don't worry, they will obey my last order, which is to pledge allegiance to the Avengers. But one thing to note is that if the Avengers ever split, they will choose to join one of the factions based on their own will. So you need to be careful in the future, and make sure there are no disagreements..."

The words had barely left his mouth!

A meaningful smile appeared on Zhang Cheng's ferocious face. Then, a terrifying force tore through space, dragging his massive body into it.

In the blink of an eye, a colossal creature, hundreds of meters long, vanished into thin air from the living room of Avengers Tower.

"Jarvis! Tell me! What just happened?"

Tony Stark was the first to react and quickly summoned his smart assistant.

"Sir, we have detected an unidentified energy interference, which appears to have severed time and space, creating a passage to an unknown location."

"So, he really comes from another world?"

"Uncertain, sir. But the probability is over ninety percent."

"Shit! I actually missed the chance to have a close encounter with a wise being from another world! Especially since he possessed so much interesting magical knowledge!"

"Don't get excited, Tony. Judging from his tone just now, he may very well visit our world again."

"Oh, right! And this magic book! Jarvis, analyze what's recorded in it."

……

While chaos reigned inside Avengers Tower, Zhang Cheng had already traversed the gap between worlds and returned to the entrance of the Tower of Time.

Moreover, the woman who claimed to be the creator did not take away his dragon body, allowing him to control and choose freely.

Gazing at the original human body submerged in the flowing water, he hesitated noticeably for a moment before finally deciding to let the soul return to its original form.

But before that, he needs to make a few minor optimizations.

Without any hesitation!

Zhang Cheng first controlled countless tentacles growing from his brain, pried open his human skull, and injected a large number of Mind Flayer main brain cells into it. Then, enduring excruciating pain, he pulled out the shattered demon crystal, shrunk it to the thickness of a finger, and carefully inserted it near the nerve center until the Mind Flayer main brain cells continued to divide, causing the shattered demon crystal to merge with the entire brain.

Once the skull is covered, the only abnormality is the lens, which is about the size of a fingernail protruding from the top of the forehead, and is completely invisible when covered by hair.

Finally, a portion of divinity and divine power was squeezed out from the dragon's body to transform the weak bodies of humans.

After doing all this, his soul slowly detached itself and plunged into his sleeping body.

next second!

boom!

An energy ring that defies description erupted!

Zhang Cheng felt as if his brain had exploded, suddenly flooded with countless mysterious pieces of knowledge he didn't understand, as if a seed had taken root and sprouted in his soul...

Chapter 0533 The Authority of the Creator

I don't know how much time passed, maybe a few minutes, maybe a few hours...

When Zhang Cheng regained consciousness from the shock of the mysterious knowledge, he was surprised to find that his frail human body had gained a power he had never felt before.

Although extremely faint, it was exceptionally pure and full of vitality that defied description.

To confirm that this was not an illusion, he raised his right hand and tried to use the power.

In just a few seconds, an unknown seed appeared out of thin air in my palm, quickly taking root, sprouting, flowering, and bearing fruit.

Gazing at the heavy, purple fruit, he picked it up and took a small bite.

moment!

The sweet taste travels through your taste buds to your brain!

Without a doubt, this is not some kind of energy or illusion, but a real fruit.

Combining the strange feelings he'd been experiencing lately with the power seed that the woman claiming to be the creator had repeatedly mentioned, Zhang Cheng finally realized what it was.

It's creation!

A creation from nothing!

From simple to complex!

Create everything!

Even the supreme power of intelligent life!

Although this creative power is currently very rudimentary, only able to barely produce some simple inorganic matter and plants, its potential is frighteningly high.

Imagine, how many of the gods in myths and legends around the world could create mountains, rivers, animals, plants, and humans from nothing?

You can count them on two hands if you put them all together!

No wonder that woman said that those chosen by the parchment were all her children.

The seed she injected into the chosen one's body was none other than the power of creation, the authority of the creator!

"Okay, now I believe you really are the creator of this world..." Zhang Cheng said to himself with a wry smile.

As a person with a strong sense of suspicion, he never truly trusted anyone, not even the owner behind the almost omnipotent parchment.

But now, a stark reality has proven that even if he has cracked the mysteries of divinity and divine power to some extent, in the eyes of the other party, he is still a manipulated pawn.

It's just that its status has changed from insignificant to relatively important.

Looking at the dragon's body lying on the ground in a deep sleep, Zhang Cheng suddenly remembered that he hadn't summoned Kuro Kerba in a long time. He decided to take this opportunity to give it some divinity.

Just do it!

The Dragon Clan's Oath is activated!

In less than a second, a colossal dragon, its entire body shimmering with violet light, passed through the dimensional portal and appeared before the tower's gate, bowing its enormous head and saying, "Father!"

"It's been a long time since I've seen you, and you've grown quite a bit." Zhang Cheng raised his hand and touched the hard scales near the other person's mouth.

This little guy, hatched in A Song of Ice and Fire, has now grown to an astonishing fifty meters tall, with his two eyes gleaming with amazing arcane brilliance. Even if the archmage of Dalaran came, he probably wouldn't be a match for him.

"Queen Daenerys has been very good to me, always providing me with plenty of food. However, she seems to be in trouble lately, and she always looks worried..."

Compared to the last time he was summoned, Kuro Kerbal's intelligence has improved significantly, and his logical thinking is exceptionally clear, far exceeding the intelligence level of a normal adult.

"Oh? What trouble has she run into?"

As Zhang Cheng asked the questions, he drew divinity and divine power from the dragon's body and slowly injected them into Kuro Kerba's body.

The latter had no idea what these strange liquids were, and answered to himself, "It seems to be a political matter. It is said that some nobles in the north and west are still unwilling to acknowledge the restoration of the Targaryen dynasty and are gathering troops. War is about to break out again."

"Hahahaha! A bunch of short-sighted idiots! Let them fight! Before long, the real enemy beyond the Wall will march south, bringing terrible destruction and death. Then they'll know how foolish and ridiculous their actions have been."

"A real enemy?" Kuro Kerba blinked, somewhat puzzled by the implication.

"Don't worry, I'll go back and help. Okay, you should go back and rest. It's best to stay away from places where people gather for the time being."

After saying this, Zhang Cheng ignored Kuro Kerba's reaction and activated the counter-summoning, sending the enormous dragon back to Westeros. He then left the Tower of Time and appeared out of thin air on the busiest street in Manhattan, New York.

Before he could even figure out the date and time, two other men in black suits and sunglasses rushed over from the corner and said in a low voice, "Mr. Zhang! We are executors sent by the North American Congress. You'd better not try to resist or run away, or we have the right to take some violent measures."

"Don't worry, I won't resist or run away." Zhang Cheng smiled and shrugged, indicating that he posed no threat.

He had long anticipated that he would be summoned by the council as soon as he appeared, so he was not flustered at all.

"Thanks for your cooperation! Gavin! Prepare to teleport!"

"Teleportation preparation complete! Three! Two! One!"

brush!

A blinding white light flashed!

The world is spinning!

After their vision returned to normal, the three of them left New York and arrived at a completely sealed room.

There were no windows around. An old U-shaped table stood in the center of the room, with thirteen chairs arranged in a row. In front of each chair was a lit candle, providing a dim light.

With his keen magical senses, Zhang Cheng quickly realized that these burning tinder were no ordinary items, but powerful magical artifacts.

Just as he was about to lean closer to see what kind of magic was contained within the candle, the candlelight flickered suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, thirteen mysterious hooded figures appeared out of thin air on the chair.

The person seated at the head of the table picked up a small wooden mallet and gently tapped the table. In a slightly weary voice, he said, "Given that all the lords in the Brooklyn district have been wiped out in this war game, and the fragmented world has completely collapsed, I, as the speaker, hereby declare the hearing officially open. First, please have our only surviving witness, Lord Zhang, describe what exactly happened."

Clearly, the thirteen mysterious figures sitting in the room were not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry, but thirteen members of parliament who held the highest power over supernatural forces in North America.

Judging from the look in their eyes, this incident has had a significant impact; otherwise, such a large-scale mobilization would not have been possible.