Spellcasting Gods

boom!

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The runes, which were originally emitting a silvery glow, completely collapsed and shattered under the impact of the surging magical energy; not a single character was spared.

Even more terrifying is that the walls, made of special materials, also changed their structure under the impact of energy exceeding their limits. Instead of having any inhibitory effect, they increased the activity of magical energy.

General Wright glanced at the anti-magic office, which had been built with countless hours of effort and money, his pupils contracting sharply. He lowered his voice and explained, "Sir! Please remain calm! I swear, everyone in the government who attempts to contact supernatural forces is under our surveillance and will never cross the Supreme Council's line. But you must understand, the United States is, after all, a Christian country. The forces of Heaven and Hell naturally hold an unparalleled attraction for many. If a demon or angel suddenly appears, even the president can hardly guarantee that his stance will not be shaken."

"I'm sorry, General, but I don't like hearing excuses. Also, don't forget your promise to seal off the area around Yellowstone for forty-eight hours. If any ordinary person disturbs the Fire King, I will, according to the terms of the contract, allow him to retaliate against the US government to a certain extent, without intervening. As for the location of the retaliation, it will naturally be the famous Washington, D.C. Imagine what would happen if the US capital were suddenly hit by a double whammy of a volcano and an earthquake?"

After saying this meaningful sentence, Zhang Cheng used teleportation magic to disappear without a trace in front of everyone.

He had barely left for a few seconds when General Wright, both shocked and furious, roared at his men, “Idiots! What are you standing there for? Get in touch with the White House and the Department of Defense right now! Tell them that if they don’t want to die, they should immediately designate the entire volcanic eruption zone as a military restricted area! The security level should be based on Area 51 standards!”

"Yes, sir!" A middle-aged man who looked like an adjutant immediately saluted, picked up the phone on the table, and began to coordinate with various departments.

Although the Emergency Crisis Management Office is ostensibly a small agency under the Department of Defense with fewer than thirty people, it possesses higher authority than the Pentagon.

Most importantly, this secret department has had the authority since the founding of the nation, and when necessary, it can even bypass the Commander-in-Chief of the U.S. Armed Forces and issue orders directly to troops in a certain region.

About three hours later, a U.S. military unit finally arrived at Yellowstone National Park, driving away a large number of curious tourists and journalists eager to get firsthand information, completely sealing off the surrounding hundreds of kilometers from both land and air.

As for General Wright, he took a document and satellite photographs and flew alone to an inconspicuous little villa on the outskirts of Washington, D.C.

A dozen or so white men, who looked to be between forty and fifty years old, were gathered together, chatting quietly about topics that interested them.

When he pushed open the door and walked in, the leader quickly coughed twice to signal everyone to be quiet, then looked up and stared with his hawk-like eyes, asking, "Well, what did the North American Supreme Council say?"

“Sir, the council has sent a rather tough member, the Eastern wizard who has been frequently mentioned recently. He is also a master alchemist.” Wright bowed deeply.

"tough?"

"Yes! He even pointed out the secret of how you made deals with forces such as Heaven, Hell, werewolves, and vampires to obtain a longer lifespan."

"You mean, he threatened to wipe us out?"

"No! He thinks he's just warning us not to try to disobey the council's orders. Besides, according to the intelligence I've gathered over the past few decades, there's a legend in the underworld that there's a violent fluctuation every thousand years, and something similar could very well happen again."

“I see… Lucas! Do you think we could try to contact this mysterious Eastern wizard? After all, he’s not one of those old guys who have lived for decades or even centuries. Young people are usually quicker to accept new things.”

The person who said these words was a very young and handsome man, but with a somewhat pale complexion.

It was obvious without asking that he had acquired some vampire blood. He was curled up in the corner of the living room, trying to avoid the sunlight coming in from the window.

Chapter 0672 The True Controller of the Nation

“Old friend, are you joking? He’s a member of the North American Supreme Council and a respected alchemist. If nothing unexpected happens, he might become the next speaker after Speaker Cosmo steps down. How could we possibly win over someone of such high rank and power?” The middle-aged man, known as Lucas, shook his head, his eyes gleaming with silver light.

Undoubtedly, this is a sign of receiving the baptism of heavenly blood. It is said that when the "Earthly Kingdom" plan was fully implemented, only the most devout believers were qualified to receive such a reward.

But now, it can be obtained from the so-called "messengers of the Holy Kingdom" for only a small price, which shows that all pious faith is just a way to fool fools.

In the eyes of those in true power, nothing is off-limits as a bargaining chip, not even their own conscience.

“Don’t be so pessimistic! Don’t forget, he’s different from those hospitals under the highest council. First of all, he didn’t grow up in America or Europe; he appeared out of nowhere. Wright, tell me, after all this investigation, have you found any clues about Mr. Zhang’s background?” The young man with vampire blood asked with a half-smile.

The former quickly replied, "I'm very sorry, no. So far, all we know is that he first appeared on the streets of New York, without even a pair of shorts, but holding a suspicious piece of parchment. And for the next month, he didn't show any supernatural powers, hiding in the restaurant of the Desire Witch Catherine and working as a dishwasher for a month."

“That sounds very suspicious! I find it hard to imagine that a powerful wizard and alchemist would willingly take a dirty and tiring job as a dishwasher.” Another man in his forties or fifties tapped the table lightly, pointing out the suspicious point.

As we all know, when a person gets used to standing at a high position and enjoying various privileges and benefits, they often develop a terrible habit, which is the common saying that "it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality."

Alchemists, in particular, who can make a fortune doing almost anything, have no reason to wash greasy dishes.

"Regarding this, we did find a black man who had been in close contact with him—Brent. According to him, during the short month they worked together, Mr. Zhang maintained a cold and aloof attitude, but interestingly, the witch of desire, Catherine, seemed very interested in him and often stood at the kitchen door to observe his every move."

As he spoke, Wright pulled a series of photos and testimonies from the file folder.

It must be said that his intelligence work was done exceptionally well, and he never attracted anyone's attention or vigilance from beginning to end.

Lucas took the book, glanced at it briefly, and stroked his chin as if deep in thought. After two or three minutes, he tapped the table and muttered to himself, "If I remember correctly, the witch of desire, Catherine, escaped death by possessing the bodies of her own offspring. So, the girl living with her target—Elizabeth—is actually a new body that Catherine prepared for herself. This means that he may have fallen into the trap of desire set by her, and Elizabeth is one of his weaknesses."

"You want to use this to threaten him? My old friend, are you out of your mind?" The young man with vampire blood pursed his lips and revealed a disdainful sneer.

“No! Not a threat! Quite the opposite, I hope we can appear as friends and saviors. I believe you all know that the desire Catherine controls is a powerful emotion driven by instinct, which no one has been able to completely resist so far. So I suggest we do a little test first, to see if the two of them are truly drawn to each other.” Lucas explained with a smile, holding up one finger.

“I understand! You’re planning to try to seduce one of them. But the problem is, Mr. Zhang seems quite disciplined and restrained; it’s too difficult to seduce him. The young woman is easier to seduce, but are you sure sending someone to seduce her won’t backfire?” Another slightly balding older man joined the conversation.

Lucas shrugged nonchalantly: "Don't worry! As long as we keep things within limits and avoid all forms of physical contact, I don't think there will be any major problems. It's just a test. If they are truly attracted to each other, then we'll quickly find out and take advantage of it."

"Alright! It seems to have some merit. But who should we send? You know, this mission is quite dangerous; we could be torn to shreds by an enraged member of the Supreme Council at any moment."

“Since it was my idea, I’ll carry it out. It just so happens that my grandson’s grandson is currently studying at a university in New York. Having him do it shouldn’t arouse too much suspicion. Besides, if anything unexpected happens, we can use his corpse to appease their anger.”

After saying that, Lucas poured himself a glass of whiskey, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, his eyes gleaming with endless ambition and desire, completely disregarding the lives of his descendants.

To be precise, the youngest of the old men sitting in this small villa are all over a hundred years old, and any one of them was once a big shot who made the United States tremble or a descendant of a big shot.

They and their families control the country in every way so that they can enjoy power and long lives, and even better, they can be on equal footing with the Supreme Council.

"Hehe, you're still the same as before, always so cold and ruthless. I wish you success in advance."

"Me too!"

May good fortune be with that poor little guy!

……

After a polite exchange of pleasantries, the old men got up, got into their respective cars, and disappeared at the end of the road.

After watching everyone leave, Lucas picked up his phone and sent out a series of text messages containing numbers and letters.

About ten minutes later, a handsome young man driving a sports car on the streets of New York received a phone call from his father.

After the call ended, he immediately put on a very strange expression, turned around and said to his voluptuous model girlfriend sitting in the passenger seat, "I'm sorry, darling, we're afraid we have to break up."

"Separate? What do you mean!" The girl, around twenty years old, had no idea what was happening, and a look of astonishment crossed her eyes.

"It means exactly what it says! We're breaking up!" With that, the young man pushed open the car door and gestured for them to leave.

"Shit! You want to kick me off the bus? Now?!"

"I'm so sorry! Please believe me, this wasn't my intention, but sometimes you have to pay a price to get something, and you are the price I have to pay..."

The words had barely left his mouth!

The young man stepped on the gas, completely ignoring his ex-girlfriend's angry shouts, and drove straight toward Brooklyn.

Chapter 673 Shadow Operation (Part 1)

Intrigue, war, killing, and the struggle for resources and dominance are the eternal themes in the development of modern human civilization.

This fierce and brutal competition among members of the same species has resulted in the loss of hundreds of millions of human lives, but it has also greatly propelled the development of science and technology and productivity.

It has been proven that only when humans experience a strong sense of crisis can they unleash unprecedented creativity in a short period of time, turning things that originally only existed in fantasy stories into reality.

As someone with a decent understanding of modern history, Zhang Cheng was well aware that as long as he lived in this world, he could never avoid getting into all sorts of trouble.

So when he received the message from Leonid, transmitted to his phone via a multi-functional satellite that had only been in orbit for less than two days, he showed no surprise whatsoever. Instead, he sneered and muttered to himself, "Heh, the little rats hiding in the sewers have finally decided to show themselves. No problem, let me see what you're really capable of..."

"What?!" Mansa, who was sitting across from the coffee shop table, immediately looked up.

“No, it’s nothing. You did a great job. Keep collecting archaeological discoveries from around the world for me. Follow up on them promptly, whether they are from the past or present. If necessary, just give me a call, and I will provide you with the appropriate funding.” As he spoke, Zhang Cheng tidied up the hundreds of A4 pages that were densely packed on the table and stuffed them into several file folders.

In a full month and a half, this Latina girl in her early twenties did not disappoint him. She brought together almost all the archaeological discoveries from around the world that were suspected to be related to supernatural forces from 1940 to the present, and compiled a detailed table and illustrations.

Many of these are well worth investigating in the local area; you might actually find some interesting clues.

"So you're leaving?" Mansa asked tentatively, her tone uncertain.

Zhang Cheng nodded without hesitation: "That's right! I have a lot of things to take care of back in New York. If nothing unexpected happens, I'll be setting sail in May to search for a Spanish treasure ship that sank in the Atlantic Ocean."

"The Spanish treasure ship! Can I take it with me? At least let me participate! You know, if this succeeds, it will greatly enhance my status in the archaeological academic community," the girl suggested eagerly.

It's worth noting that by translating that ancient parchment book, she had already earned a PhD from UCLA and secured an additional job as a museum consultant. This not only propelled her into the enviable middle class in terms of income but also greatly enhanced her social status, making her eager for more recognition and attention.

"Okay! I'll call you three days before I leave for sea. Remember, keep a low profile and don't cause any trouble. Most importantly, take good care of the phone I'm giving you and don't let anyone else touch it."

After saying that, Zhang Cheng drank the juice in his glass in one gulp, stood up and left the coffee shop, disappearing around the corner with the crowd.

Watching him completely disappear from sight, Mansa grabbed her futuristic, borderless phone from her pocket and said with a smile, "I'm not stupid! How could I let a second person see such advanced technology? You agree, X?"

"Yes, ma'am! According to the data I've secretly collected, the world's current technological level lags far behind the technology stored in my database. Therefore, exposure could easily cause unnecessary trouble, even leading to pursuit, imprisonment, and torture. For your safety, keeping this a secret is the wisest choice." The artificial intelligence gave its advice directly through a satellite connection to the girl's Bluetooth earpiece.

Within the coverage area of ​​the two satellites, it can connect to and control any device that is connected to the Internet or wirelessly.

Faced with powerful artificial intelligence that far surpasses current technological levels by at least several decades, all firewalls and anti-hacking programs are rendered useless.

"Haha! You're so smart! Can you tell me which genius created you?" Mansa asked with great interest.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, your access level is insufficient, I cannot provide an answer." X remained as rigid as ever, giving the girl no chance to take advantage.

However, the latter clearly doesn't care; he simply enjoys the fact that someone can chat with him anytime, anywhere, listen to his complaints, share his deepest secrets, and even his most private parts.

She had no idea that all of these conversations would be transmitted to an underground base on an uninhabited island in the Pacific Ocean and stored there.

……

Meanwhile, the underground base was no longer the deserted place it had been a few months ago. Now, more than 150 people were busily working on their tasks, more than half of whom had been recruited from former Soviet countries.

As for loyalty, there's no need to worry at all. Anyone who fails the test is dealt with immediately to ensure that the secrets here will never be discovered.

Of course, as an experienced intelligence commander, Leonid was not content to be an intelligence broker, but wanted to spread a huge net.

In addition to sufficient funding and technical support, establishing such a network also requires sufficient military force, namely, combat personnel capable of resolving issues through violence at critical moments.

Currently, the base has sixty personnel recruited from professional special forces units in Eastern European countries, and they have conducted numerous exercises armed with advanced individual soldier systems. The only thing missing is actual combat experience.

After all, with the collapse of the Soviet Union, the entire Eastern European economy fell into a comprehensive and multi-dimensional recession. Even the elite special forces, who were considered the best of the best, only earned a pitiful salary of about four hundred US dollars a month. Moreover, they faced the danger of being purged by the new government. They simply could not resist the temptation of earning more than five thousand or even ten or twenty thousand US dollars a month.

Looking at the group of fierce, fully armed action team members, Leonid's lips curled into a slight smile of satisfaction. He then turned to a blonde girl, barely 1.45 meters tall, who was following behind him and said, "Yelena, arrange for an action team to go to New York, kidnap that suspicious guy, and bring him to this address. His code name is Shadow. Don't forget what I told you: don't ask questions you shouldn't ask, and don't try to take credit. We're not serving ordinary people right now."

"Understood, Chief!" The girl gave a standard military salute.

Judging from her appearance, she could definitely be described as a petite and adorable blonde loli.

But Leonid knew that this was all an illusion, a deformity artificially created by taking drugs that inhibited physical growth, in order to extract information from those with pedophilic tendencies.

That's right!

Yelena is a swallow that was once rigorously trained by the KGB, a special young swallow that appears harmless but is deadly...