Spellcasting Gods

"Mortals! Why have you trespassed into my territory?" Icarette, her entire body wreathed in green flames symbolizing fel energy, pretended not to recognize Zhang Cheng and glared at him with chilling eyes as she questioned him.

Clearly, they had planned this all along: one would stand in the open to attract attention, while the other would hide in the shadows to observe, thus joining forces to deceive their opponent.

Yvonne, however, was unaware of this. Her clothes were instantly soaked with sweat from nervousness as she carefully explained, "Ancient spirits! The great King of Fire! We are members of the highest council of North America, and also envoys representing humanity to negotiate."

“Emissary? Negotiation? Hahahaha! You think you’re qualified to negotiate with me?” Icarette burst into laughter, her laughter filled with contempt and disdain.

It must be said that under the influence of evil energy, its personality is becoming more and more distorted and manic. It is no longer able to maintain its wisdom and calmness as before. It may launch an attack without regard for the consequences like a madman if it is slightly stimulated by external factors.

"Great King of Flames! This is no longer the era tens of thousands of years ago, when gods ruled the sky, the earth, and the sea. Humanity has long since broken free from the influence of the gods and established its own civilization. Especially in recent decades, they have invented something called nuclear weapons, capable of instantly creating temperatures higher than the sun. Their immense power would severely injure even one or two of them. Moreover, we, a special group of people who possess magical power, are not as weak as you imagine. Together, we are absolutely capable of sealing you away."

With that, Yvonne drew back her magical shortbow, which condensed into a sharp arrow that shimmered with a blinding light.

She was clearly aware of her current situation and immediately adopted a fighting stance.

As the saying goes, negotiations are always based on the premise that the opposing sides are roughly equal in strength. If one side is far superior to the other, then negotiations cease to exist, and instead, the strong will have the power of life and death over the weak.

If you want to negotiate, the first thing you must do is prove that you have the ability to injure or even kill your opponent.

"Arrogant! Perhaps I should show you what true power is." Icarette sneered, waving her large hand and sending a massive cloud of scorching lava hurtling toward the edge of the crater.

"Light!"

Yvonne deftly dodged backward, simultaneously launching the energy-based arrow.

next second!

boom!

A huge hole suddenly exploded in Icarus's chest!

This blow might have been fatal to an ordinary life form, but for a life form whose body is made of fire element, it would at most be considered a scratch.

Within seconds, lava surged in and filled the hole.

"Foolish half-elf! Do you think an attack of this magnitude can hurt me?" Two white flames suddenly shot out from Icarette's eyes, instantly engulfing Yvonne, who was floating in mid-air with the help of magic.

"not good!"

The latter had no time to dodge and could only erect a semi-circular protective light barrier, like a magical force field.

Just as the flames made contact with the light membrane!

The surrounding rocks instantly turned into gas and vanished without a trace.

Ultimately, the light membrane could not completely withstand the terrifyingly hot flames. Yvonne's entire right arm was completely charred in the blink of an eye, turning into dust and drifting away with the wind.

Before the King of Flames, a mere member of the Supreme Council is utterly insignificant.

Although Zhang Cheng wasn't entirely sure whether Icarus or Ragnaros, the Firelord of Azeroth, was more powerful, they shared a common characteristic: they both wielded the oldest flames deep within the cores of their respective worlds, flames with temperatures even higher than the surface of the sun.

Under such intense heat, unless one is completely immune to the flames, defeating them is virtually impossible.

"help me!"

Feeling the suffocating heatwave hitting her, Yvonne disregarded their previous conflict and shouted a distress signal.

“As you wish, madam.” Zhang Cheng, as usual, bowed slightly, then raised his hand and frantically absorbed the magical energy in the surrounding air.

Before the other two could react, he raised a finger and gently poked the air.

Boom!

Thick smoke, volcanic ash, and clouds billowed in the sky, then suddenly emitted a deafening roar.

Then, hailstones the size of an adult's fist fell down as if they were free!

The crackling sound covered every inch of land within a radius of several kilometers!

The dozen or so boiling volcanoes of varying sizes were rapidly cooled by the hailstorm, eventually solidifying into hard, black rock layers.

As for the largest crater, it was slowly cooling down under the hailstorm, emitting a hissing sound.

The green fel flames burning fiercely on the surface of the Flame King's body gradually weakened.

"An alchemist?!" A hint of surprise appeared on Icarette's ferocious face.

This wasn't an act; he was genuinely very surprised.

Although alchemists have existed since ancient times, their numbers have always been quite small. It could hardly believe that the young man who had made a pact with it was not only a powerful wizard, but also a master of alchemy.

Such terrifying power, capable of directly altering the climate and natural environment, is beyond the capabilities of ordinary alchemists.

“That’s right! I sincerely suggest you calm down and talk to us. You know, violence is usually only used when you have an absolute advantage or when you are forced into a corner. We don’t seem to have reached that point yet, do we?” Zhang Cheng said as he landed on the scorching lava surface.

Wherever your feet tread, they release a bone-chilling cold that rapidly cools the nearby magma, forming large, hard, white ice layers.

It might be nearly impossible for other alchemists to convert fire into frost so quickly and over such a large area, but with the aid of his magical soul, divinity, unique alchemical stone, and the supreme authority of his artifact, it was effortless for him.

In no time at all, the entire erupting Yellowstone volcano was covered by a thick layer of ice, with almost all the flames and lava covered by a white frost.

Feeling the sudden drop in temperature to freezing, Icarette didn't answer immediately. Instead, she squinted and looked hesitant.

It goes without saying that it is currently having a secret conversation with Zhang Cheng through a telepathic connection. Only Yvonne, who has lost an arm and is hiding not far away, is completely unaware and remains in a state of high alert for battle.

After about three to five minutes, the ancient King of Fire finally shifted his body, reactivating the volcano beneath his feet, and responded in a deep voice, "Alright! I agree to negotiate..."

Chapter 0670 Report

An hour and a half later, in a secluded room of the North American Supreme Council, Zhang Cheng and Yvonne, who had lost an arm, took out a contract with some kind of magical binding force and placed it in full view of everyone.

Cosmo, wearing glasses, read through all the clauses word by word, then slowly nodded in satisfaction: "Well done! To be honest, I really didn't expect you two to resolve such a big problem so quickly. You know, the speakers of the European Parliament and the South American Parliament were asking me for help with a gloating tone just over thirty minutes ago, and I was even prepared to fully declare war. But you gave me a pleasant surprise, while also saving face for the North American Supreme Parliament."

"It's my pleasure! If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now." Zhang Cheng gave a slight bow.

To be honest, if he wasn't forced to, he wouldn't bother getting involved in these struggles involving various rights and interests, and he certainly wouldn't want to put himself in the spotlight for others to admire or study.

In the underworld, it's always been the case that whoever can protect their secrets and trump cards to the greatest extent will remain invincible.

“Wait! I have one more thing to ask you to do. Here, take this and go to Washington, D.C., to give General Wright a brief report on what happened and what happened.” As he spoke, the Speaker pulled a very old-fashioned silver badge from his pocket.

The image above depicts a soaring eagle with outstretched wings, its feet gripping a two-headed snake.

"General Wright? Does Congress still have any cooperation with the US government?" Zhang Cheng asked, raising his eyebrows in slight surprise.

“Strictly speaking, the US government is unaware of our existence. But you must understand that to ensure the secrets of the underworld are never exposed, we inevitably have to cooperate to a limited extent with governments in the ordinary world. In fact, without the help of the underworld, do you think those ragtag militia could have withstood the magical power controlled by the British Crown? Furthermore, General Wright and his family have maintained close contact with us since 1780, and the Emergency Crisis Management Office he leads is a special agency under the National Security Agency, which even the president has no authority to interfere with, solely for resolving panic caused by supernatural forces. As a member of the Supreme Council, it's time for you to meet with him,” Cosmo explained succinctly.

Zhang Cheng nodded thoughtfully: "Oh, I see. He is our biggest supporter and cover within the government. No problem, I will go there myself."

The words had barely left his mouth!

He grabbed the badge from the table and vanished from his seat in an instant.

No sooner had Zhang Cheng left than Cosmo turned around and looked into Yvonne's eyes, probing meaningfully, "Is there anything else you'd like to add?"

"No! No! I just want to remind you that the power Zhang possesses far exceeds that of everyone here. He can even subdue a fire spirit like Icarette, who was born in ancient times."

"What do you mean?!" A Latino man who looked to be around thirty years old frowned instinctively.

"Literally! I suggest you go and check the news reports right now to see just how terrible and drastic the changes have been around Yellowstone, and then you'll understand what I mean."

After saying this, Yvonne also disappeared from her seat, leaving eleven members of parliament staring at each other, exchanging glances quickly.

Interestingly, no one engaged in any verbal communication, and they all left the meeting room one after another.

After the last person left, Lavern stroked his beard and muttered to himself, "Subdued the ancient fire spirit? That sounds a bit unbelievable! But what interests me more is why Icarette suddenly appeared. Is it related to the start of a new cycle? Will more powerful creatures return in the future? No, I need to talk to Faust about this..."

As the last word escaped his lips, this son of God, with divine blood, quickly stood up and activated the constant teleportation spell on his ring.

Meanwhile, far away next to the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, D.C., Zhang Cheng suddenly appeared out of thin air, startling a seven or eight-year-old boy who jumped up from the ground and shouted, "Mommy! Mommy! Look! That person has superpowers! He can teleport!"

"Shut up! Hunter! You're so rude!" The little boy's mother immediately turned around and scolded her son, then explained very apologetically, "I'm sorry, sir, my son is a bit of a daydreamer."

"Hehe, it's alright, madam. Who doesn't like to fantasize when they're little?" Zhang Cheng smiled and winked at the little guy.

"No! I really saw it!" the boy exclaimed, his eyes wide as he tried to argue.

But Zhang Cheng didn't give him any chance and disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

Without a doubt, most teleportation spells have one thing in common: they require a stable coordinate system.

Obviously, it would be inappropriate for places like the White House and the Pentagon, which are equipped with various surveillance devices, to suddenly appear out of thin air.

But the Lincoln Memorial, which is a tourist attraction, is a different story!

There were neither many surveillance devices nor vigilant secret agents protecting the area; it was practically a natural teleportation and location coordinate point.

With a rather pleasant mood, Zhang Cheng quickly crossed the street and, following the address given by the Speaker, arrived at an office building about 400 meters away from the Pentagon.

After showing the oddly shaped badge to the parking attendant, he followed him into an elevator that led to an underground bunker at least one or two hundred meters deep.

Finally, the black guard, who seemed to possess some kind of special ability, led him into a room whose walls were covered with densely packed magical symbols, and then immediately turned and left.

It's easy to see from the way the symbols are arranged that this is somewhat like a place that suppresses magical power; all curses, attack magic, mind detection, and control will be strongly suppressed.

Before Zhang Cheng could finish admiring the side wall, an elderly man in his sixties pushed open the door behind him and said with a smile, "Welcome, esteemed councilor. If I'm not mistaken, you must be the alchemist master who's been the talk of the underworld lately?"

"Yes, General. The Speaker has asked me to explain the unexpected situation that occurred at Yellowstone yesterday."

"So, is it resolved?"

Upon hearing this, Wright's face immediately showed a tense expression.

"It's resolved! We've signed a pact with that ancient Flame King. As long as humanity doesn't provoke it, it guarantees it won't take any extreme actions, and it certainly won't allow that generation of supervolcanoes to erupt completely..."

Chapter 0671 Complete Lockdown

"You mean... the military needs to seal off the entire area?" General Wright's face immediately showed a rather unpleasant expression.

It's important to know that there are already four similar places in the United States. The emergency crisis management office he controls has to keep secrets under pressure from both the outside and the inside every year. If another one is added, the Department of Defense or the White House might take this opportunity to get involved.

"That's right! If you don't want to see half of North America torn apart by violent volcanic eruptions and slowly sinking into the sea, you'd better do as the council says. I need to remind you that this time we're not facing ordinary magical creatures, but the Flame King—Icarette—born in the same era as the gods. If it wants, it can detonate any volcano on Earth at any time. With your professional knowledge, you should know how terrible the disaster that would be for the human world, right?" Zhang Cheng deliberately put on a serious expression and spoke alarmistly.

Undoubtedly, he hoped to make the old man in front of him understand the seriousness of the situation through threats, so that he wouldn't do anything underhanded after he left.

The wreckage of the two jet fighters that crashed at the foot of the volcano, in particular, shows that the supporters within the US government are not as obedient as the Supreme Council imagined, but rather they yearn to gain their own power and then slowly break free from control to form a semi-independent state.

Of course, this does not mean that the US government wants to fight the North American Supreme Council. They simply hope to obtain a relatively equal status and the ability to protect themselves. Otherwise, anyone who knows that there is such a powerful supernatural organization hiding in the dark and controlling everything will be filled with worry and unease.

General Wright, clearly not receiving a warning from a member of the Supreme Council for the first time, quickly forced a smile and replied, "Of course! Rest assured! I guarantee that within forty-eight hours at most, the surrounding area will be like Area 51, where not even a fly can get in."

"I hope so! Remember, General, we can ignore the US government's underhanded tactics, and we can ignore some of you secretly colluding with forces like Heaven, Hell, vampires, and werewolves to satisfy your own desires. But one thing is certain: whoever dares to cross the Supreme Council's bottom line, I guarantee they will receive the punishment they deserve."

As the word "most crucial" slipped out, Zhang Cheng raised his supreme authority and gently tapped the wall.