Spellcasting Gods

boom!

He slammed his fist into the floor, creating a small dent, and then proudly boasted, "See that? That's power! You can still regret it now!"

"Hmph! Fool, you know absolutely nothing about power." Seeing the other party's transformed appearance, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but sneer.

Despite not knowing much about the underworld, he could tell at a glance that "Big Black Fool" was just a hybrid human with some monster blood.

These kinds of guys are basically at the very bottom of the underground pyramid structure. Maybe a very few with special abilities are quite dangerous, but most of them are destined to be cannon fodder.

However, Paul didn't seem to see himself as cannon fodder at all. Instead, he thought he was very powerful and continued to show off, "Rookie! Stop talking! When my fist hits your face, you'll realize what a huge mistake you've made."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's begin!"

Suddenly, dazzling silver lightning crackled from Zhang Cheng's hands!

After a full two weeks of research, he had become proficient in converting arcane energy into electrical energy, and this was a good opportunity to test its power.

"Damn it! Don't even think about it!" Bohr roared, grabbing a chair and throwing it, trying to interrupt the increasingly powerful surge of electrical energy.

He may be foolish and greedy, but he is not stupid; he understands what would happen if he were struck by the terrifying arc of electricity.

Unfortunately, before the flying chair could even hit its target, it was stopped by an invisible force half a meter away, bounced off, and rolled to the side.

At the same time, Zhang Cheng finished his preparations and said in a meaningful tone, "Sorry, the game is over..."

The words had barely left his mouth!

The terrifying energy ball in his hand instantly transformed into a blinding bolt of lightning, striking "Big Black Fool" in the chest with a crack.

The latter collapsed to the ground, its entire body convulsing uncontrollably. The areas directly hit by the bullet showed charred, black marks, and the air was filled with a pungent, burnt smell.

quiet!

Everyone in the hall seemed to be frozen in place, staring in disbelief at what was happening before their eyes.

Some gazes revealed deep awe and fear, and they all lowered their heads, not daring to meet Zhang Cheng's sharp eyes. Only a few scantily clad female vampires licked their lips, showing off their alluring figures and making no attempt to hide their desire for magical blood.

The eerie atmosphere lasted for a full minute before Karls slowly stood up, clapping and praising, "A truly powerful strike! I haven't seen a wizard who can manipulate energy so skillfully in many years. Moreover, you are so young. The lady is right, you do indeed have the potential to become a lord."

"Thank you for your praise, but I have a small question: why didn't you step in and stop this idiot sooner?" Zhang Cheng asked, narrowing his eyes.

"It's simple! First, if you want to gain status in the underworld, the only way is to demonstrate your strength. Just look at their expressions now, and you'll know how respected you are. I guarantee that from now on, no one in this place will dare to cause you trouble. Second, Paul is an annoying guy, and I've always wanted to teach him a lesson, so why stop him from courting death? Finally, and most importantly, I have a mission to complete, and before handing it over to you, I want to have a general understanding of your abilities," Karls explained calmly.

"A mission?!" Zhang Cheng frowned instinctively.

His mind was currently filled with all sorts of obscure and difficult arcane research, and he had no desire to take on any of those damn missions.

“Yes! A mission! Not only is the reward generous, but it's also directly related to you. Come on, let's go inside and talk.” With that, Karl turned and walked towards the exit on the right side of the bar.

But before he could take a few steps, Zhang Cheng pointed to the motionless "Big Black Fool" on the floor and asked, "What should we do with this corpse?"

“A corpse?” Karls stopped, a half-smile playing on his lips. “No, dear Zhang, Paul isn’t dead. He’s just in a state of suspended animation. He’ll slowly regain consciousness in a dozen minutes at most. Otherwise, how do you think an idiot like him could survive this long in the perilous underworld…”

Chapter 0062 Mixed Race (Part 2)

"What?! He's still alive?" Zhang Cheng turned around in surprise, staring at Boer lying motionless on the ground.

Others might not know how powerful the lightning was, but he, who had done the tests, knew very well that even a werewolf, known for its superhuman regenerative abilities, would be 100% killed on the spot if struck by it, let alone a mere hybrid human.

Because at the moment of impact, the contact area will be burned by a temperature of over 1,000 degrees Celsius, and all organs in the chest cavity, including the heart and lungs, will rapidly fail, ultimately leading to the target's death.

The power of lightning is so terrifying that humans have revered it since ancient times, and in many myths and legends, only the most powerful gods are qualified to wield it as a weapon.

But now, a guy took a direct hit from a lightning bolt and didn't die?!

Zhang Cheng felt that his worldview, outlook on life, and values ​​had been severely impacted. He quickly went to the "corpse," bent down, and carefully examined the chest, which was emitting a strong burnt smell. He then discovered a shocking scene.

The muscles, skin, and bones that had been completely carbonized were now regenerating at an extremely slow rate, as if some mysterious force was continuously causing the remaining healthy cells to divide and grow.

The damaged parts gradually fell off, and within three to five minutes, bright red muscle tissue grew back in many places.

Although his heart hasn't started beating again yet, it's pretty much confirmed that "Big Black Fool" is indeed alive and will wake up soon.

This peculiar physique aroused Zhang Cheng's strong curiosity and desire to study it.

He completely ignored the horrified looks of those around him, and took out a wooden box full of scalpels, tweezers, test tubes, needles and other tools from his suit pocket. He tore off a large amount of tissue from around the wound as a sample, then drew a tube of blood before standing up with satisfaction.

It has to be said that his behavior just now was quite like that of a mad scientist, which directly frightened the customers in the bar.

After all, those who can sit here drinking all possess some special abilities or bloodlines, but none of them are willing to be studied.

Seeing Zhang Cheng's behavior becoming increasingly outrageous, Karls's lips twitched as he reminded him, "Zhang, that's enough. If you're interested in Bohr's bloodline, you can simply order him to come to your house to study it at your leisure. I believe he wouldn't dare refuse. But right now, we have more important things to do."

What is his lineage?

Completely piqued by his curiosity, Zhang Cheng ignored the other party's urging and continued to ask questions with great interest.

“Damn it! Nobody knows exactly what his bloodline is, but I think he’s either a toad monster or a troll. Anyway, there aren’t many creatures with such strong regenerative abilities. Alright, come with me, Ralph, you come too.” Karls forcibly pulled Zhang Cheng’s arm while waving to the middle-aged white man drinking and chatting with his companions not far away.

Upon hearing his call, the latter quickly put down his cup, picked up a hunting rifle engraved with mysterious silver symbols, and followed.

The three of them quickly passed through the back door of the bar and arrived at a private room that was only about ten square meters in size.

The middle-aged man called Ralph casually closed the door, bowed slightly, and cautiously inquired, "Master Witch Doctor, what brings you here?"

"You wait here!" Kars ignored him and pulled a few photos from his pocket, throwing them on the table. "Zhang, take a look. After you've looked at them, I'll tell you what the mission is."

Zhang Cheng picked up the photo with a puzzled look, but the moment he glanced at it, he was immediately drawn to the person in the picture. At the same time, his eyes revealed a chilling light, and he asked directly, "Who is this guy? Where is he hiding?"

“Ah, it seems you still remember him, don’t you?” Kars smiled and shrugged. “Don’t rush. All I know so far is his name, Salas, a werewolf leader who recently smuggled himself from Latvia into the United States. He’s very likely behind the recent series of attacks on ordinary people. Your task is to find him and uncover the truth. In return, I’ll pay you thirty gold dinars upfront, and another thirty afterward.”

“Okay! I’ll take this task!” Zhang Cheng agreed on the spot without any hesitation.

However, it wasn't for the gold dinar, but for revenge, to make that bastard who had once led his men to chase him for several blocks and almost killed him pay the price.

“Heh, I knew you wouldn’t refuse. Here, this is thirty gold dinars, and I’ll also arrange some assistants for you.” Carlos said, turning his gaze to the middle-aged man standing motionless. “Ralph, your mission and your teammates’ task is to assist Zhang in finding the guy in the photo. As for how to deal with him, that’s entirely up to him. My offer for this mission is one million US dollars. Any objections?”

“No! No! It is our honor to serve you and Your Grace! Besides, I have already witnessed the abilities of this young wizard, and I would never dare to have any improper thoughts.” Ralph lowered his head and solemnly assured her.

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, the same job should be paid the same, and even if there are differences, they should not be dozens or even hundreds of times different.

But he was very clear that the underworld was never a place that valued fairness, but a hunting ground that followed the law of the jungle: "survival of the fittest."

Half-demon hunters like them, who don't possess any particularly powerful abilities, have no chance of earning gold dinars. They are already quite content with earning a few dollars to improve their lives.

Carlos nodded with satisfaction: "Very good! Get to work, the lady will be waiting for your reply."

After saying that, he got up and left the room, disappearing into the dimly lit underground passage.

Once Carlos was out of sight, Ralph's tense nerves relaxed a little. He turned around and said with a smile, "Mr. Wizard, if you don't mind, could you come back to the bar with me? I need to introduce you to my teammates."

“No problem! But before that, I have a question. What exactly do you do? Do you have any special abilities?” Zhang Cheng looked them up and down with a slightly curious gaze.

As a mage, he could clearly sense a mysterious energy within the other person's body. Although it was very faint, it gave off a dangerous feeling.

"Us? We're just a group of magic hunters, specializing in dealing with unruly monsters or half-human hybrids. In fact, we ourselves are half-human hybrids, so our abilities are all sorts of strange. Take me, for example, I can use magical symbols to imbue melee weapons or bullets with energy, causing a violent explosion upon impact, severely injuring the enemy." Ralph didn't try to hide anything, stating it frankly...

Chapter 0063 Secret

"Magic symbols? Enveloped in energy?" Zhang Cheng keenly grasped the two key words.

In fact, on the continent of Azeroth, mages also use various magical symbols to add extra attributes to items.

The high elves even invented a technique for crafting weapons from pure energy, with famous examples in the game such as the "Silver Dawn Avenger" and "Teeb's Blazing Longsword" being outstanding examples.

Their defining characteristic is that they utilize the impact generated by energy bursts to inflict fatal burns of varying properties on enemies.

Although not as sharp as metal, its destructive power is much greater than that of metal, especially against special life forms such as elements, shadows, and souls that have no fixed form, often causing damage several times that of ordinary weapons.

Zhang Cheng hopes to find common ground between the two worlds, or even establish some kind of connection, through different magical symbols and techniques of imbuing them with energy.

He always felt that there was a secret hidden behind that mysterious parchment, a secret about why he had been thrown into this familiar yet strange world, and that to uncover it, he would need to keep researching and exploring...

Ralph was clearly unaware of Zhang Cheng's thoughts. He drew a silver-plated dagger and infused it with a little energy.

moment!

A mysterious energy, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, rapidly formed a closed loop along the blade through the dozen or so symbols carved on its surface.

Once the energy flow stabilized, he smiled and explained, "Look, this is my ability. Generally speaking, any specially treated silver-plated dagger can cause great damage to dark creatures such as werewolves, vampires, and ghosts. After my enhancement, the dagger will cause a violent explosion when it pierces the target's body, like this..."

The words had barely left his mouth!

The middle-aged man raised his dagger and stabbed it fiercely into the table.

next second...

boom!

Accompanied by bright flames, a fist-sized hole was blasted into the hardwood table on the spot, and the charred parts around it continued to burn, the intense heat could be clearly felt even from several meters away.

Zhang Cheng first gently touched the scorching burn marks with his right hand, then picked up the dagger that had lost its energy enhancement. He quickly seemed to understand something, looked up and asked, "Where did you learn these symbols on the dagger?"

"Uh—you might not believe it, but these symbols suddenly popped into my head when I was fourteen, during the first time I slept with my first girlfriend. I was so excited. I consulted some knowledgeable wizards, but they couldn't seem to recognize the meaning of these symbols, and finally defined them as bloodline inheritance. That is, the special bloodline I possess stores a portion of knowledge in my genes and passes it on to my offspring. It is said that only powerful ancient races that have gone extinct could do this. Of course, as you can see, I am neither powerful nor special now, and can only make a living as a magic hunter by relying on these little tricks."

When talking about these things, Ralph's tone revealed a hint of self-deprecation.

After all, in the special profession of Demon Hunter, it is quite difficult for someone with physical qualities that are no different from ordinary people to survive. If he is not careful and encounters a stronger monster, he may die a violent death.

Zhang Cheng silently stared at the mysterious symbols on the surface of the dagger, then compared them with the mysterious symbols used in Azeroth in his mind, and soon found several similarities.

First, in terms of energy attachment, nearly one-eighth of the symbols are very similar in shape.

Secondly, he attempted to infuse arcane energy into the dagger, and although he ultimately failed to form a closed circuit, a certain degree of resonance did occur. This implies that the two worlds share common ground in the fundamental principles of energy.

Finally, the meager energy stored within Ralph's body, like arcane energy, also possessed immense plasticity, capable of simulating many forms. However, he himself was unaware of this, simply choosing a brutal fire impact based on his subconscious.

After figuring this out, Zhang Cheng chuckled and shook his head, explaining, "No, Ralph, the blood flowing through your veins is far more powerful than you imagine. You know, energy is a very mysterious substance. Everyone has some of it in their body, but very few can actually control it. And you, you can not only store energy in your body, but you can also control it to release energy."

"You mean... I'm special?" Ralph's eyes immediately flashed with a terrifying light.

"Hehe, that's right, you're special, and even have some potential. If you'd like, you can come to my place and assist me with some small research. In return, I'll teach you how to control energy and make it have more variations, such as... frost!"

After saying that, Zhang Cheng suddenly released a white cloud of freezing air from his right hand, completely freezing the table that was still sparking.

Although his research and practice over the past half month were not enough to raise his mage level, his control over energy became increasingly adept.

"Can I have such an ability too?!" Ralph stared in disbelief at the frozen wooden table.

Zhang Cheng nodded without hesitation: "Yes! So, how about it, do you want to cooperate with my research?"

“Is that even a question? Of course I agree! Thank you, young wizard, you have given me new hope,” Ralph replied excitedly.

He could sense that his once calm heart was stirring again, yearning for something called power.