Spellcasting Gods

He had been in a similar situation before, so he knew exactly what to do.

In fact, it is not necessary to completely control the monster's mind; it is only necessary to increase the Black Dragon Prince's aggro level.

In less than two or three seconds, Malhoth, who had been charging at him, immediately stopped, slowly turned around, and stared at Nefarian with wide eyes filled with hatred and anger.

Before the latter could react to what was happening, it leaped up and pounced, using hundreds of claws and tentacles to grab its opponent tightly, and opened its mouth, dripping with acidic saliva, and bit down.

"Ahhhhhh!!!! Damn it! How dare you!"

Caught off guard, the Black Dragon Prince immediately reverted to his dragon form, flapping his wings and slapping the monster's head hard, trying to push it away.

"Roar!!!!!!"

But Marlos was now in a frenzy, showing no fear of pain. His sharp barbs easily pierced the tough dragon scales and dug deep into the flesh.

At the same time, he opened his mouth and spewed out a deadly golden flame.

Despite the black dragon's high magic resistance and immunity to most fire burns, Nefarian was so frightened by this flame that he quickly turned his head to the side to dodge.

All the scales and muscles that had been scorched by the flames showed signs of rapid aging and death.

Without a doubt, this is no ordinary flame, but a flame imbued with the time power of the Bronze Dragon, which accelerates the local flow of time to make enemies experience the pain of rapid aging and death.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Cheng immediately smiled knowingly and sighed softly, "The flames contain the passage of time! How incredible! My dear prince, it seems you've shot yourself in the foot. I just reminded you that chaos means infinity, that anything is possible, and that no one can truly control chaos, not even the supposedly supreme Titan."

"Shut up! I'll kill you! I'll tear your soul out and torture you for ten thousand years!"

Enraged, Nefarian spewed deadly shadowflames as he struggled to move toward the railing of the top balcony of Blackrock Spire, intending to call upon the young black dragon perched in the sky above the tower for help.

"Hahahaha! Sorry, you probably won't have that chance." Zhang Cheng laughed and took out a stick about the thickness of two fingers, shimmering with dazzling magical light.

Its power was so great that as soon as it was taken out, it began to frantically absorb the surrounding magical energy, thus forming a huge magical vortex.

Undoubtedly, this is no ordinary stick; it is the Core of Mysera, crafted using the ancient Netheril civilization technology of the Forgotten Realms—a special device capable of continuously drawing energy from the most primal magic…

Chapter 0613 Supreme Authority

Clearly, this improved version of the Mysera Core, shaped like a stick, was personally crafted by Zhang Cheng based on the knowledge he obtained from Iolem.

Although its stable energy output is far less than that of the true Mysera Core, which can support a huge floating city, it has the advantage of being able to bear energy of different attributes.

This means that through it, all kinds of magical energy, whether positive, negative, evil, arcane, or elemental, can be greatly enhanced, or even directly absorbed from the spells cast by enemies, converting them into energy and transferring them to the holder.

In addition, as a huge energy source, it can also grant spellcasters effects similar to the artifact "Focusing Rainbow".

Of course, the maximum limit may be slightly lower than the latter, but it should not be underestimated.

Most importantly, this thing is still a work in progress. Zhang Cheng plans to use the powerful bloodline power inherited from Deathwing within the Black Dragon Prince to infuse it with a soul, and also to stabilize some powerful magic.

"Damn it! What...what do you want to do?"

Nefarian was not one of those young dragons who only relied on brute force to fight; he had a very deep understanding of shadow magic and immediately sensed the terrifying power contained in the Core of Mysera.

"What am I going to do? I'm going to pierce your heart, of course! You know, many people mistakenly believe that blood and scales are the most valuable things about a dragon, but in reality, the soul is what's truly valuable. As one of the most powerful species in the world, dragons are born with a soul power that mortals can never attain. I'm going to use the energy released when this soul power is destroyed to create a powerful artifact, a staff that will drive all spellcasters mad..."

With the last one uttered!

Zhang Cheng teleported to the Black Dragon Prince's side, raised the Misera Core, which was only about 1.4 meters long, high in his hand, aimed it at the chest and heart, and plunged it in hard.

puff!

"what!!!!!!!!!!!"

With a heart-wrenching scream, Nefarian's scalding dragon blood splattered everywhere, and the dragon began to roll, thrash, and bite desperately, trying to vent its pain in this way.

Unfortunately, no matter how much he struggled, he was unable to remove the stick that was embedded deep inside his body, and could only watch helplessly as the thing continued to drain his magic, blood, and life force.

It wasn't just him!

Even the entangled Marlos could not escape their terrible fate!

In just three to five minutes, the two enormous beasts gradually withered like dead plants, as if their life force had been drained, leaving them emaciated.

Under the predatory absorption, exquisite patterns resembling scales quickly formed on the surface of the Mysera Core.

Seeing this, Zhang Cheng immediately realized that the time had come. He took out a stone slab covered with countless magical symbols from his pocket and threw it into the air.

moment!

This stone slab, which was originally only the size of a palm, rapidly expanded to a massive six meters long and two meters wide in less than a second, emanating a cold and mysterious aura.

Without any hesitation!

He immediately began chanting incantations, activating the runes on the stone tablet one by one.

Each one activated!

The rune will then disappear from the stone slab and appear in the huge crystal embedded at the top of the Core of Mysera.

Before long, hundreds and thousands of runes were arranged in a neat sequence.

The moment the last rune was engraved!

The crystal suddenly released a terrifying energy storm, directly tearing apart the barely alive bodies of the Black Dragon Prince and Malos.

Through magical vision, it can be clearly observed that their souls are being torn apart by a terrifying force, bursting forth with unimaginable soul energy.

Even a powerful magical weapon like Locamil Ilomansis couldn't support the pillar, shattering into tiny particles in the blink of an eye, which were slowly absorbed by the awakening artifact.

"No! Let me go! You damned madman! My father will not let you get away with this!" Nefarian's spirit roared in mid-air.

"Your father? I apologize, this may be hard to accept, but it won't be long before he becomes just like me, a material I use to forge a divine artifact. Farewell, dear Prince. In truth, there are no personal grudges between us. It's all for profit."

After saying that, Zhang Cheng raised his right hand and made a grasping motion.

next second...

boom!

Accompanied by a piercing roar!

Nefarian and Malhoth's souls exploded, bursting forth with a brilliance beyond description!

Unlike magical energy in the ordinary sense, this power generated by the soul is not a pure energy release, but an invisible vibration.

All living beings, including those in Blackrock Spire, and even the Dark Iron dwarves and fire elementals in Blackrock Depths, felt a strange tremor, their bodies completely still, their minds blank.

The young dragon, which was soaring in the sky, fell directly from a height of hundreds of meters, breaking its neck and dying instantly.

However, Zhang Cheng, who possessed psychic abilities, was not affected in any way. He quickly took two steps forward, caught the staff that was slowly falling, and felt the surging power contained within it. He slightly raised the corners of his mouth and murmured to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Pure and powerful! This is a weapon worthy of me! From today onwards, your name is Supreme Authority."

hum!hum!

The crystal at the tip of the staff shimmered with white light, as if responding to its master.

Without a doubt, it is not an inanimate object, but a divine artifact with a soul and self-awareness.

"Hehe, it seems you like your new name, don't you? Don't worry, I know you're just like me, with an insatiable ambition. When the time is right, I'll give you a second, third, and fourth upgrade." Zhang Cheng said, while carefully examining the exquisite patterns on the surface of the staff.

After all, Nefarian was carrying quite a few powerful magical items, some of which were made of extremely hard elementite ingots. Who knows what kind of unexpected situation might occur?

It's important to understand that Elementium Bars are not ordinary magical metals. Even Deathwing's armor was made from them. Generally, just a few pieces are enough to make Azeroth's top blacksmiths ecstatic, allowing them to forge a true artifact.

The Supreme Authority is entirely black, with its exquisite magical runes occasionally flashing with a violet light.

The crystal at the top is a special substance created out of thin air using alchemy. In order to better accommodate and transform different types of energy, a trace of divinity was also infused into it.

Finally, the addition of the Source Ingot and the soul energy generated by the explosion of the Dragon Soul gives it the power to amplify mental strength.

Simply put, as long as Zhang Cheng wields this staff, he can amplify or reduce the power of any spell (including his own and his enemies') within a 100-kilometer radius centered on him by a factor of 100. He can also convert any spell below its maximum limit into stored energy and alter the spell's properties, such as turning a fireball into an ice ball, an arcane missile into a shadow missile, or a holy light missile...

Chapter 0614 Dragon Clan Alliance

Constant truth!

Constant higher acceleration!

Constant advanced stealth!

Constant form change!

Constant High-Level Dispel Magic!

……

In addition to its main function, Zhang Cheng also permanently added dozens of magical effects to the Supreme Authority, making it more versatile and capable of handling all sorts of situations.

In particular, the constant form change allows the staff to change its shape at will, even transforming it into a sharp longsword or scimitar.

Because its surface is covered with a special metal source ingot, its sturdiness is in no way inferior to those legendary artifacts.

Of course, not many mages would be foolish enough to engage in hand-to-hand combat with a skilled warrior while wielding a staff.

"Is this your purpose? To create a powerful divine artifact?"

Onyxia had somehow recovered from the shock of the soul explosion and stood beside Nefarian's shattered corpse, a faint sadness in her eyes.

She never dreamed that her once arrogant brother would die in such a tragic way.

“That’s right! In fact, according to the original plan, I originally intended to use your father Deathwing to complete the Supreme Authority, but unfortunately I couldn’t wait that long, so I had to use Nefarian as a temporary substitute. I must say, his soul is really powerful; he actually awakened the artifact’s consciousness in one go.” Zhang Cheng gently stroked the crystal at the very top of the staff, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips.

There's no way I can be dissatisfied!

It's important to understand that the Supreme Authority is not a staff in the ordinary sense in Azeroth, but rather an amplifier and memory that can be compatible with any magical energy.

No matter the world, as long as magical energy exists, it can play a huge role.

In places like Faerûn, where magic networks exist, their power becomes even greater, and they may even temporarily wrest control of the magic networks from the goddess of magic.

Onyxia nodded thoughtfully and continued to press, "You said before that you could take me away from this world, could you explain the details?"

“I can only tell you that it’s not as complicated as you think. Sign a contract, and then after I leave Azeroth, I can summon you to my world, just like Kuro Kerba.” As he spoke, Zhang Cheng glanced at Chromie, who had just jumped off the airship, with a half-smile.

This somewhat mischievous bronze dragon was now pretending to be serious as it searched for fragments of quicksand in the Black Dragon Prince's treasure vault.

But her casual movements revealed that she was clearly eavesdropping on the conversation.

"A contract? What kind of contract?" Onyxia frowned instinctively.

“Of course, it’s a soul contract! You must hand over a part of your soul to me for control, and from then on, I will be your master.” Zhang Cheng made no attempt to hide his ambition and purpose, giving the answer directly.

Although he himself did not understand how the "Dragon Pact" worked, or why a dragon could cross the barriers between universes and be directly teleported to his side, he could only classify it as a power unique to the Creator.

"Damn it! You mean I have to become your slave before I'm even eligible to leave?" Onyxia's eyes flashed with anger.