Spellcasting Gods

“No…not an enemy? If he’s not an enemy, why did you treat Kasa like that! He’s just a child! Yet you ruined him! You made him wish he were dead!” Eric, filled with anger and fear, trembled uncontrollably.

“拜托！你的儿子在勾引我的女友！试探我性格和心里方面的弱点！告诉我，如果有谁勾引你的妻子长达数个月，并且还不断测试这个女人是不是你内心深处的挚爱，你会怎么做？别告诉我你会仅仅是给对方一个警告，亦或是派人揍他一顿就完事了。以哈里斯家族的作风，这个倒霉蛋恐怕直接人间蒸发的可能性比较大一点。千万别露出这样的表情，在我的眼里，哈里森家族跟普通人没什么两样。”

After saying that, Zhang Cheng turned around and nodded to Yelena and the special operations team members who had boarded the Quinjet, indicating that they could retreat.

Because at this moment, police helicopters could be vaguely seen flying rapidly toward the villa in the distance, and there were not just one, but six, almost all the helicopters that Boston could mobilize.

If we don't leave now, they might have to prepare to launch missiles and shoot them all down.

Despite the Quinjet's world-leading dual stealth system (radar stealth + visual stealth), it should have no problem carving out a path to victory.

But that would mean that a jet aircraft with technology decades ahead of the current world would be exposed to the public eye, which would be very troublesome to resolve.

The Quinjet pilot was undoubtedly well aware of this. Without a word, he closed the hatch, activated the stealth system, and quickly flew towards the sea. In no time, he disappeared without a trace, as if he had never been there at all.

As the police helicopter drew closer, Eric knew he didn't have much time left. After a moment's hesitation, he finally made up his mind, gritted his teeth, and pulled a crumpled photograph from behind the amulet hanging around his neck: "Here! There's an address on this! My great-grandfather, Benjamin Harrison, lived there."

"Benjamin Harrison? The 23rd President of the United States! If I remember correctly, he was announced to have died in 1901, which means he was 170 years old this year. That doesn't seem like the lifespan of a normal human being!" Zhang Cheng deliberately feigned surprise.

In fact, from the moment they met, he had been using his psychic abilities to probe the other's thoughts and memories, and had already obtained a lot of useful information. If he wasn't afraid that forcibly breaking through would trigger some special magical effects, he would have directly and violently read it long ago.

“My great-grandfather made a deal with an angel, which was to exchange continued support for and expansion of the church’s influence for heavenly blood. So normally, he should live for at least five hundred to a thousand years,” Eric explained quickly.

“I see! Very good! On behalf of the North American Supreme Council, I thank you for the intelligence and support you provided, and I assure you that our feud ends here. Remember, from today onwards, your great-grandfather is dead, and I am the true backer of your Harrison family, understand? Also, you should know how to deal with the approaching police and news media. I don’t want the news to report on it extensively the next day.”

After saying this meaningful sentence, a blinding light suddenly flashed from the lens at the top of the supreme authority in Zhang Cheng's hand, and then he suddenly disappeared.

Realizing he was out of danger, Eric instinctively breathed a sigh of relief. Despite the pain from his broken leg, he struggled to crawl back to the living room, wrapped a handgun that had fallen to the floor in a tissue, aimed at his son who was dazed and chuckling incessantly, closed his eyes, and pulled the trigger.

boom!

After a gunshot, Kasa collapsed into a pool of blood.

"I'm so sorry, child, I can't save you. The only thing I can do is end your suffering and send you away from this filthy and sinful world..."

After doing all this, Eric forcefully threw the gun towards the fountain not far away, closed his eyes, and patiently waited for the police to arrive.

He understood that revenge was almost impossible, so he constantly hypnotized his brain, forcing himself to forget his anger and hatred, and carefully observed the situation.

If the great-grandfather who was hiding behind the scenes and controlling everything was really killed, the next thing to do would be to completely side with the murderer who killed his son. Only in this way could the continuation and survival of the family be ensured, and the power in his hands not be lost.

Otherwise, those old monsters hiding behind the scenes wouldn't mind standing on the corpses of the Harrison family to complete a new division of wealth and power...

Chapter 0679 Rats

In an unassuming cabin deep in the Wisconsin forest, a man with an unusual silver gleam in his eyes sat facing a woman with a solemn expression at a table, sipping hot, bitter coffee without speaking or exchanging any eye contact or gestures.

Clearly, the former was none other than Lucas, who had recently traveled to Washington, D.C., for an emergency meeting.

Of course, like all the old monsters who hide behind the scenes and manipulate the United States of America, Lucas was just one of the aliases he used to conceal his identity after faking his death. His real name was Benjamin Harrison, the 23rd President of the United States, and the one who laid the foundation for the Harrison family to the top.

However, in the years before he ascended to the presidency, a friend led him into the underworld, where he suddenly realized that neither power nor money mattered in the face of absolute power.

Often, a single decision by the North American Supreme Council can lead to the instant loss of everything, even one's own life and the lives of one's family.

Driven by ambition and desire, this ambitious man began to desperately collect things related to supernatural powers, hoping to find a way to gain power and prolong his life.

Not long after, an envoy from heaven came to their door and signed an agreement with them to expand the church's influence.

The reward is receiving a portion of holy blood from the highest angel before death, granting a long lifespan of five hundred to one thousand years.

He has not seen the angel since the transaction ended.

Because Lucas knew that the North American Supreme Council was the true supreme ruler of this land. Even with the rapid development of human technology and the creation of powerful weapons like the hydrogen bomb, the chances of winning a direct war against the underworld were no more than ten percent.

But today, the angel who had disappeared for over a hundred years suddenly came to his door, and he was unsure whether there was some unspeakable secret or conspiracy hidden behind it.

And so, under the bright moonlight, the two remained silent for more than ten minutes, until the entire pot of coffee was finished. Only then did the angel, disguised as a human woman, put down her cup, crossed her hands, and rested her chin on them, saying, "Faithful believer, Heaven needs your help."

"Help? What kind of help?" Lucas asked, narrowing his eyes with a wary expression.

You must understand that he was not a devout believer, but a complete egoist. He wouldn't risk working for an angel without sufficient benefits.

"It's simple! I want to find out what exactly happened in the war game in Brooklyn, New York a while ago, and why the angels that have been active in the New York area recently have been disappearing one after another." The woman stated her purpose directly.

Her stiff and indifferent expression revealed that she had just forcibly taken over this body through some forbidden magic, and was still unable to control it well.

“I’m sorry! There’s nothing I can do about this! You should know that there was only one survivor from the last war game, and that was a young wizard who was recently promoted to a member of the North American Supreme Council and also possessed master-level alchemy skills. He is an absolutely dangerous person, and I don’t want to joke with my life.” Lucas shook his head quickly without hesitation.

Although he was always very bold, he knew that investigating such matters would inevitably arouse the vigilance of many people in the underworld, which was basically equivalent to walking into the line of fire and he would definitely die a terrible death.

The angel was undoubtedly well aware of this as well. He forced a very awkward smile and raised his left hand to stop them, saying, "Wait! Don't be so quick to refuse! Don't you want to hear the conditions we're offering this time?"

"No, it's not a matter of conditions, it's that I don't want to..."

Before Lucas could finish speaking, he suddenly heard a low knock on the door, and his eyes immediately showed tension and unease.

After all, the cabin was located deep in the primeval forest, and very few people knew its location. They would not visit it without prior notice. In addition, despite having the powerful physical qualities and magical talents bestowed upon him by his Heavenly Bloodline, he had almost never actually engaged in a life-or-death battle with anyone.

The angel clearly sensed the other party's tense nerves and gave them a reassuring look. Instantly, a beautifully decorated rapier gleaming with divine light materialized in his palm. He then stepped into the doorway, opened it a crack, and revealed half his face with a smile, tentatively asking, "Good evening, sir. Who are you looking for?"

"Wow! An angel who entered the world illegally! I thought only demons would use such a despicable method to enter the human world." Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows in an exaggerated manner and said sarcastically.

Clearly, with the address on the back of the crumpled photo in his hand, he found the hiding place his target used to evade tracking in less than an hour and a half.

It must be said that, with Wisconsin's vast primeval forests, rivers, lakes, and swamps providing cover, finding a house built of wood is virtually impossible.

Fortunately, thanks to the coordinates provided behind the photo, the satellite finally discovered this quiet and secluded place.

"You're a resident of the underworld?!" The angel's pupils contracted sharply, emitting a faint golden light.

"Relax. I'm not here to cause you trouble, but to discuss some personal matters with the gentleman behind you. If you turn around and leave now, I'll pretend I didn't see anything. What do you think?" Zhang Cheng completely disregarded the strong hostility the other party was displaying and offered a suggestion in a slightly playful tone.

To be honest, as an outsider, he didn't harbor much hatred towards the forces of Heaven and Hell; he simply found the balance and infighting between them quite interesting.

"Personal matters?" The angel subconsciously turned around and glanced at Lucas.

“That’s right! He did something stupid and now he has to pay the price. Believe me, you don’t want to get involved in our feud; it won’t do Heaven any good.”

After saying this, Zhang Cheng raised the supreme authority in his hand and lightly tapped the other party.

moment!

The angel's consciousness was temporarily expelled from the body, and the woman whose body was possessed immediately fell into a deep coma, collapsing to the floor with a thud.

Zhang Cheng ignored the woman lying on the ground, pushed open the door and walked into the cabin. He smirked at the old man sitting in the chair and said, "Hello, you little mouse who's always hiding, I've finally caught you. Tell me, do you prefer me to call you Benjamin Harrison, or your current name, Lucas?"

“You…you are!!!!!!!!!” Lucas clearly recognized the intruder’s identity, and his face immediately turned ugly. One of his hands instinctively grabbed the antique hunting rifle placed on the shelf next to him.

Chapter 0680 Deterrence

The silver barrel engraved with ancient and mysterious magical symbols, the stock and barrel made of oak over a hundred years old, and even the bullets in the chamber exude a divine power from heaven—it is clearly a demon-hunting weapon made by the most skilled craftsmen hundreds of years ago.

Especially when dealing with powerful magical targets such as wizards, witches, and vampires, it can unleash 200% of its power.

Such antique items would be priceless treasures even two hundred years ago, let alone in today's technologically advanced world.

Admiring the gun's exquisite craftsmanship and constant magical power, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but exclaim, "A very good weapon. You must have gone to a lot of trouble to get your hands on it. However, I sincerely suggest you put it down, because this weapon can't hurt me. Once you pull the trigger, your fate will be ten thousand times worse than death."

“Mr. Councilor! I swear! I did not reach any agreement with that angel! I did not violate the laws of the Supreme Council, nor did I align myself with the forces of Heaven,” Lucas pleaded, his voice trembling.

There was no doubt that he had misunderstood something, thinking that his deal with the angels had brought punishment from the Supreme Council.

"Hahahaha! You still don't understand why I've come to see you, do you?" Zhang Cheng laughed as he closed the cabin door and strode to the table, sitting down. "As I said before, I'm here today for some personal matters. You know, just recently, I visited Eric Harrison. To get your hiding place, I had to kill all his bodyguards and servants, and incidentally, I tortured his son—the one you sent to seduce Elizabeth—until he suffered a complete mental breakdown. Now, guess what my purpose is?"

“You’re retaliating for my provocation!” Lucas wasn’t a fool; he immediately realized the mistake he had made.

He always felt that such minor actions, even if discovered, would at most result in the elimination of a few contacts, and would not warrant a major response.

Unfortunately, he misjudged the situation and Zhang Cheng's strong sense of self-preservation.

Anyone who tries to delve into psychological weaknesses will face the most insane and terrible retaliation.

“That’s right! You seem to be very smart! But why make such a foolish decision? Haven’t you heard what I’ve done in New York? Or do you think you’re more powerful than all the vampire families in New York State combined? I’m curious, what gave you the courage to go against me? And what makes you think that after what happened, I’ll still let you live in this world?” Zhang Cheng tapped the table lightly with his fingers, his eyes flashing with sharp light.

moment!

The powerful force of psychic abilities directly tore through the mind's defenses, and began frantically searching for any useful information and intelligence.

"Ahhhhhhh! No! I was wrong! Please! Stop! My head is going to explode!"

The result of the violent intrusion was that Lucas knelt on the ground, desperately banging his head against the floor. His painful screams echoed throughout the cabin, causing many birds and small animals such as squirrels that had landed on the surrounding trees or under the eaves to scatter and flee.

Nothing is more agonizing than stimulating the brain and mind.

soon……

The unfortunate man's nose, mouth, ears, and eyes began to bleed uncontrollably, and his limbs twitched uncontrollably. Even though the Heavenly Bloodline was constantly repairing the damaged cells, it could not prevent the collapse of the entire central nervous system and transmission system.

After about seven or eight minutes, he could no longer endure this seemingly endless torment, and his consciousness and personality deep within his soul began to become chaotic.

Noticing that the other person's thoughts were becoming increasingly disordered and illogical, Zhang Cheng stopped the intrusion, directly stomped on Lucas's hands and legs, and tied him to the top of the flagpole standing outside the wooden house.

Because the United States is a country that likes to hang flags everywhere when it has nothing else to do, from the American flag to state flags, city flags, school flags, and so on, almost everything is available, so many houses have flagpoles in front of them.

After securing the prisoner, Zhang Cheng took out a pen and paper, wrote down an address, and used magic to stick it firmly to the prisoner's head. Then he picked up the phone that had fallen to the ground, which originally belonged to Lucas, and called each of the contacts he found, but said nothing.

After doing all this, he immediately used teleportation magic and disappeared from the spot.

About ten minutes later, the banished angel once again possessed the woman's body, rushed out, and stared dumbfounded at the completely insane Lucas. In the end, it did nothing and fled the dangerous place as well.

She had only been gone for less than twenty minutes when several helicopters descended from the sky and surrounded the cabin in layers at an extremely fast speed.

After fully armed soldiers repeatedly confirmed that there was no danger, the guys who had recently appeared in Washington, D.C., cautiously landed to observe Lucas's miserable state up close.

"Damn it! Who did this? His soul and consciousness have completely collapsed! I can't even imagine the terrible torture he suffered before that." The man in the top hat cursed through gritted teeth.

“Look at this note! They demand that each of us stab Lucas once and then go to this address to see him, or we’ll be next.” Another middle-aged man pointed to the note stuck to his forehead.

Without a doubt, this was the worst news imaginable for everyone present.

The reason they are able to control the country from the shadows is that they have built a web, and everyone is a spider in this web, responsible for controlling a part of it.

But now, one of the spiders is useless, and the enemy has also learned the location of all the other spiders.

An unprecedented panic quickly spread through the hearts of these old men!

After a good three to five minutes, the young man with vampire blood took a deep breath and suggested in a low voice, "We have no choice! We can only do as the note says! Anyone who can torture Lucas to this extent must be very important in the underworld. Fortunately, they clearly don't intend to eliminate us, but have offered negotiation terms. Everyone, let's do it. Hopefully, we can escape this time..."

As the last word fell!

He suddenly plunged his sharp fingernails into Lucas's abdomen and pulled out a bloody section of intestine.

At the same time, the note flickered, revealing a name written in blood.