Spellcasting Gods

After all, in the underworld, power means authority, wealth, and almost everything.

“Great! It’s settled then! Now, take me to meet your teammates. I might find some of them have abilities that interest me.”

Having gotten the answer he wanted, Zhang Cheng's lips curled up slightly, a hint of amusement flashing across his face.

The other party will never know how dangerous his research will be, let alone how terrifying the results will be.

"Hahaha! Please follow me! I'm sure they'll all be vying to show off in order to win your favor. Oh, by the way, is there anything you need to tell me about this mission?" Ralph asked with great interest as he pushed open the door and led the way.

“No, it’s nothing. I don’t have much experience in tracking, so you guys can handle that. I’m only responsible for dealing with the guy in the photo. We have a score to settle between us.” Zhang Cheng glanced down at the photo in his hand, a chilling glint in his eyes.

Ralph instinctively shuddered and muttered to himself, "Well, I guess I should start praying for this guy now. Choosing to be your enemy was the biggest mistake of his life..."

Chapter 0064 Waiting

Late at night, in a dilapidated alley in North Brooklyn, a neighborhood rife with gangs, drugs, and crime, two tall white men nervously observe their surroundings, glancing back at the run-down house every now and then, as if waiting for something.

They were completely unaware that, from the top of a three-story building fifty meters away, several people were closely watching their every move...

"So, has the target appeared?" Zhang Cheng asked without looking up as he flipped through his worn-out notebook.

About ten hours had passed since he accepted the mission. With the help of Ralph, a local strongman, he finally found a clue about the target: the dilapidated house not far away.

According to a clue provided by a homeless man sleeping next to a garbage can, terrifying tearing sounds and piercing howls could be heard coming from inside in recent weeks. A pungent smell of blood could also be smelled when approaching the door. All of these are characteristics that only occur when werewolves gather together.

Clearly, most of the werewolves who originally lived in New York had registered their identities under various lords, and they would never risk being punished and expelled to gather together and cause trouble.

Therefore, this werewolf pack must be from outside, and the werewolf leader, Salas, is probably hiding inside.

As for the notebook in his hand, it was a research record made when Ralph's ability had just awakened. It contained nearly 2,500 mysterious symbols, with only a very few accompanied by brief explanations. He himself only understood the combination of "explosion".

It must be said that when Zhang Cheng obtained the notebook, his first thought was "what a waste of such a precious resource".

That's right!

Even though he hasn't deciphered the meaning and function of any of the symbols yet, just based on these 2,500 symbols that can generate magical resonance, he can tell that this is an extremely complex system, no less than the research results of the Dalaran mages, and perhaps even stronger.

But Ralph, on the other hand, casually created an explosive combination and then stopped his in-depth research. He picked up his self-modified hunting rifle and embarked on a journey, accepting missions to earn a lot of money and improve his impoverished life.

Perhaps, as the saying goes, poverty severely limits a person's vision and imagination. Often, the poor simply don't realize how precious what they've given up is. After all, they're already doing everything they can to survive; they have no energy left to think about the future.

Ralph, oblivious to the pity in Zhang Cheng's eyes, lowered his voice and replied, "Not yet! But I'm certain that the two guys standing at the door are one hundred percent werewolves."

“Yeah! If they’re not werewolves, I’ll eat the socks I haven’t washed in three days.” A young man in his early twenties chimed in.

"Oh? How did you identify it? I can't see it at all," Zhang Cheng asked, closing his notebook with a curious expression.

In any case, he was still a complete novice in the underworld, with absolutely no experience. Now that he had met an expert, he naturally wanted to ask for clarification.

“Hehe, wizard, identifying a werewolf is quite simple. Just look at their arms. Because they often transform, all werewolves habitually place their arms in front of them, instead of at their sides like normal people. In addition, werewolves rely heavily on their keen sense of smell and often twitch their noses. Usually, if a person has both of these characteristics, then he is almost certainly a werewolf.” Another young mixed-race black girl leaned over to explain.

Zhang Cheng nodded thoughtfully: "I see. So how much longer do we have to wait? We've been waiting for six hours now, since this evening. If the target doesn't appear, we'll have to keep waiting?"

“No, no need. If the target doesn’t appear after midnight, we’ll launch an attack and capture a few prisoners for interrogation. Although werewolves are known for their loyalty to their pack, we can still get some information from the weaker ones if we spend a little time.” As he spoke, a cruel expression appeared on Ralph’s face.

Undoubtedly, his implication was to subject the werewolf to repeated and cruel torture and abuse until the werewolf could no longer endure the torture and spoke up on its own.

At this point, the werewolves' proud super regenerative abilities not only fail to save them, but instead become a terrifying burden.

It is important to know that many excellent interrogators must consider a combination of factors, such as the prisoner's youth, health condition, and psychological resilience, when torturing prisoners, in order to prevent the prisoner from suddenly dying or having a mental breakdown halfway through the interrogation.

Werewolves, however, do not need to. Unless they are killed outright, no matter how severe their injuries, they will recover completely in a very short time.

Zhang Cheng raised his arm, glanced at his watch, and chuckled, saying, "Alright, there are still ten minutes until midnight. Hopefully, that guy in the photo will show up, otherwise I'll have to go around asking around for information again. Earning sixty gold dinars is really not easy."

"Yes, it's really not easy..." Ralph's lips twitched incessantly as he lowered his head and reluctantly agreed.

What he really wanted to say was: Sixty gold dinars and you're still being picky! If you offered me that price, I'd even dare to assassinate the President of the United States!

In fact, this middle-aged man had been in the underworld for many years and had rarely received a commission to pay gold dinars; he earned dollars most of the time.

If someone actually gave him a task, he would choose to give it up.

The reason is simple: high rewards mean high risks, and he doesn't want to die in some unknown corner because of greed.

Time flies, and ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye. Just as the Demon Hunter team was about to leave the rooftop and launch a surprise attack on the old house, a black truck suddenly drove out from around the corner and stopped in front of the old house.

Without saying a word, the two guys guarding the door ran over, opened the back door, and dragged out four young girls whose mouths were taped shut from the carriage.

Zhang Cheng recognized one of them; she was the white girl who had blocked the apartment door a few days earlier, demanding that he reveal who had killed her sister.

"Hehe! The goods tonight are pretty good! Where did you get them?" The slightly fat werewolf stuck out his tongue and licked the face of a terrified girl.

“The usual place! Especially her, she actually dared to rush into our hunting grounds and try to kill me with a revolver.” Another werewolf jumped out of the driver’s seat and pointed to his shirt, which was stained with bright red blood.

"Hahaha! Interesting! You were forced to transform by a little girl?"

“Shut up! I swear she’s a complete lunatic! She barged in without saying a word and just pulled the trigger. I swear, I’ll teach her a lesson in a minute.”

"Calm down! The leader needs twenty virgins to complete the ceremony. No one can touch her before then, understand?"

……

Chapter 0065 Attack

Watching the three werewolves forcibly drag the girls one by one into the old house, Zhang Cheng, who was hiding not far away, suddenly lowered his voice and turned around to ask, "How do you usually deal with ordinary people during missions? For example, what if they see something they shouldn't see?"

“Uh… there are generally two ways to handle this. One is to get rid of him as soon as possible, solving any future troubles once and for all; the other is to become a guarantor, making the other party swear never to tell a third party. Once he does, you must kill him, and at the same time kill anyone who knows, otherwise the council will send assassins to handle the whole matter, including you.” Ralph replied, licking his dry lips.

Judging from his constantly flickering eyes, he probably uses the first method most often.

"A person who keeps secrets? Interesting..."

A half-smile appeared on Zhang Cheng's face. He stood there, neither ordering a surprise attack nor choosing to retreat.

The young mixed-race Black girl seemed to have made a connection to something, and instinctively shuddered. She cautiously probed, "Wizard, you're not waiting for the werewolves to kill those girls, are you?"

"Oh? Do I look that cold-blooded and cruel?" Zhang Cheng asked in a half-joking tone.

"No! That's not what I meant!" The Black girl quickly shook her head.

After all, she didn't want to offend a powerful and unpredictable wizard for the sake of a few complete strangers.

Zhang Cheng shrugged dismissively: "Think what you want, I just wanted to do a little test."

I'm sure you've all heard many descriptions of fate.

According to theological interpretation, mortals are always controlled by an invisible hand. Whether they succeed or fail, it is all arranged by fate. Even birth, aging, sickness and death are part of fate, and no one can change it.

Today I just want to know, if we had gone in a little later, how many of those girls would have died, and how many would have survived?

If they all lived or all died, it shows that fate is indeed not something mortals can change.

My intervention did nothing to change their predetermined fate.

But if some died and some survived because of my intervention, then it shows that fate can be interfered with to some extent…

"But how do you know that the survivors and the dead aren't part of fate's arrangement?" the Black girl asked a pointed question, her brow furrowed.

"Hehe, good question. To be honest, I can't prove it. I can only judge by feeling through repeated attempts. Alright, let's end this small talk. It's time to go in and see what these outside werewolves are up to." With that, Zhang Cheng ended the conversation, quickly cast a magic shield on himself, and led the way towards the entrance.

As a transmigrator who was thrown into a strange world by a mysterious force, he always felt uneasy, as if everything around him lacked a sense of reality, and he always felt that someone or a god was secretly planning everything.

After walking about ten meters along the narrow, dark alley, Ralph suddenly stopped and gave his teammates a tactical hand signal.

Without saying a word, the mixed-race Black girl quickly pinched the bone necklace hanging around her neck, muttering something under her breath.

In the blink of an eye, a black, semi-transparent leopard appeared out of thin air beside them, especially its two eyes that emitted a green glow, giving people a fierce and hungry impression.

She gently stroked the leopard's forehead and whispered, "Go! Karak! Make a big commotion!"

"Waaah..."

The leopard growled in response, its body rapidly fading until it vanished without a trace.

About two or three minutes later, a scream suddenly came from the old house, followed by someone yelling, "Damn it! I've been attacked! There's a big cat in the house! Find it!"

"What? Are you kidding me? This is New York! Not some wild forest teeming with wildlife! How could there be large animals here..."

Before the other person could finish speaking, he also let out a scream, then cursed, "Damn it! There really is a big cat! Quick! Grab it!"

"Here! I see it! It's running towards the basement!"

"Awooo!!!"

"Awooo!!!"

……

Accompanied by loud wolf howls, clattering sounds came from inside the old house; it was obvious that all the werewolves had transformed.

This was undoubtedly the first time Zhang Cheng had witnessed the Black woman's abilities. He smiled and praised her, "Well done! If I'm not mistaken, your necklace is possessed by an animal spirit, isn't it?"

The latter smiled and nodded: "Yes! Its name is Karak. It is said to be the companion of my great-great-great-grandmother, a powerful witch doctor. However, with the development of technology, no one in the family was willing to learn the ancient witch doctor's way anymore, and the inheritance was eventually lost. I found the necklace by chance in the storage room, and I successfully summoned Karak on the first try. Later, I met the captain who invited me to join his team and became a witch hunter."

“That’s all old news. Let’s go, let’s deal with these troublemakers.” Ralph said, opening the box, taking out a hunting rifle, and grinning as he led the way inside.

Less than two seconds later, a loud gunshot shattered the tranquility of the night.

boom!

The unlucky guy who was hit was sent flying into the air and crashed hard into the wall behind him.

The enchanted silver-plated bullet ripped a hole the size of an adult's fist into his chest, his heart long gone, and he breathed his last on the spot.

"Intruder! Intruder!"

The werewolf wasn't stupid. Upon hearing the gunshot, it immediately realized what had happened and rushed towards the main entrance from all directions.

Staring at these tall, sharp-toothed men, Ralph calmly reloaded his gun and waved behind him.

The young man in his early twenties in the group clenched his fists, took a sudden step forward, and opened his mouth to emit an inaudible sound wave from his throat.

moment!

All the glass in the room was shattered, and the werewolf stopped in his tracks, lying on the ground in pain, covering his ears.

At this moment, their acute hearing system once again became a burden, while Zhang Cheng, being a pure human, felt nothing at all.

Of course, seeing his enemies lying on the ground, he showed no mercy. He immediately cast an Ice Spike spell, leaving the four closest werewolves bloodied and mangled. The biting ice shards, in particular, made the wounds heal extremely slowly, and they wouldn't be able to stand up anytime soon...

Chapter 0066 An Amazing Discovery