Spellcasting Gods

“Don’t rush to refuse, young man. You have no idea how much forbidden knowledge I possess, including the ability to extend lifespan and resurrect the dead. As long as you hand over everything about that magical energy, I will give it all to you,” the demon who called himself Boruen continued to tempt him.

"I'm sorry! First, I will never make a deal with an enemy; second, I'm not interested in your proposal; third, I'm going to banish you from this world right now. Goodbye, Boruen. I hope you can quickly pass the council's approval process and appear before me in your true form, so that I can kill you with my own hands."

The words had barely left his mouth!

Zhang Cheng took out a spell rune stone from his pocket and activated the divine energy stored inside.

In the blink of an eye, a golden light emanated from within the rune, expanding outwards continuously. Any female corpses that collided with it trembled uncontrollably and began to burn violently within ten seconds, eventually turning into clumps of ashes.

As for the demon, he screamed in agony, cursing loudly, "Aaaaaah! Bastard! Lowly mortal! How dare you! I'll remember you! One day you'll pay for what you've done!"

Zhang Cheng shrugged indifferently: "I'm waiting for you! If your strength is half as good as your words, then I'm afraid I'll have to find a place to hide right now, won't I?"

The demon's curses didn't last long; they disappeared once the golden energy had completely purified the entire basement.

Without a doubt, the golden spell rune stored not the arcane energy that mages were proficient in, but the holy energy that priests and paladins possessed.

Because Azeroth had just experienced the Scourge and the Burning Legion's invasion, many priests and paladins were working overtime to produce these runes to prevent similar situations from happening again and to ensure they wouldn't be powerless to fight back. As long as you have the money, you can buy them from any church.

Of course, due to the special nature of divine energy, this rune is only effective against races with strong evil tendencies, such as the undead and the demons of the Burning Legion.

As for the demons of this world, Zhang Cheng had never tried them before, so he wasn't very clear about them. But after witnessing the desecration of corpses, he immediately confirmed that divine energy was absolutely the natural enemy of these demons.

As expected, a single, ordinary holy energy runestone was enough to banish it from this world.

"It's...it's over?!" Looking at the thick layer of ashes beside him, Ralph asked uncertainly.

“Yes, it’s over. Let’s go. Don’t forget to take a live prisoner with you. It seems this foreign werewolf leader has big plans. After all, summoning demons in private is a serious crime, punishable by death according to the highest law.” Zhang Cheng said as he kicked open the door to the basement exit.

hell!

Heaven!

parliament!

There are also lords who wield powerful supernatural abilities, monsters, and countless hybrid humans!

Only now did he truly realize how deep the waters of the underworld ran. Although the considerable combat power provided by the mage template meant he wasn't completely helpless, it was at best enough to protect himself. If he wanted to explore the secrets hidden behind it all, he would need to acquire more and stronger power.

Leaving the old house filled with the smell of blood, the group quickly drove the truck parked at the door back to the bar under the restaurant's back door.

As soon as he stepped inside, Karls, who had been waiting in the corner, quickly approached and questioned him with a frown: "What happened? Why did you bring back a severely injured werewolf and an ordinary girl? Where is Salas? Did you catch him?"

After listening to this series of questions, Zhang Cheng shrugged helplessly and explained, "The specific process is a bit complicated, but to put it simply, we found a hiding place of Salas, launched an attack, and discovered that this guy was secretly holding a ritual to sacrifice to a demon who called himself Borun in order to obtain a half-werewolf baby with hellish blood."

"What?! Demons? You've encountered demons?!" Karls was clearly taken aback and quickly turned his gaze to the demon hunter squad.

Ralph, as the team leader, took a deep breath and nodded vigorously: "That's right! We've encountered a demon! If it weren't for the wizard's presence, the three of us probably wouldn't have been able to return alive to report the news. Please forgive my bluntness, but this task is far beyond our capabilities. You should find someone else."

“Wait! I need to report to the lady immediately. You bring the prisoners and come with me. As for this ordinary girl, who is willing to be her confidant?” As he spoke, Karls glanced at the young girl who was still in a daze.

“I’ll do it! Don’t worry, if she can’t keep the secret, I’ll kill her myself.” Zhang Cheng stepped forward.

He only now realized that the survivor was the young woman who had cornered him at the apartment door not long ago.

Presumably because her sister was brutally murdered and the killer couldn't be found, she chose to take a gun and search the streets herself, accidentally stumbling into the territory where werewolves roam...

Chapter 0069 Conspiracy

A few minutes later, in the deepest underground chamber of the restaurant, the witch Catherine lay on the sofa, listening expressionlessly to Ralph's description, occasionally glancing at the werewolf kneeling on the ground, trembling.

Even someone completely unaware of the situation could clearly sense that a flame of "anger" was rising within her.

To avoid being accidentally injured by the mistress's furious rage, Kars subtly moved towards the door, keeping himself as far away from the prisoners as possible, so as not to be accidentally dragged into it later.

He had personally witnessed the terrifying state of the mistress when she erupted in anger; getting even a little too close could be life-threatening.

In this extremely oppressive atmosphere, Ralph recounted the group's encounter in the basement of the old house in detail, without missing a single detail.

The moment the last word fell!

A frenzied force dragged the werewolf, who was kneeling on the ground, to his feet. Despite his desperate struggle to breathe fresh air, he was like a newborn baby, utterly powerless against the witch's terrifying power.

"Tell me! What exactly does your leader want to do? Who is behind this? The sooner you tell me, the easier it will be for you to die. Otherwise, I will make you taste pain ten times worse than death." Catherine's eyes gleamed with a pale purple light, clearly furious to the extreme, giving her captives no hope of survival.

"I...I don't know..." the werewolf managed to utter a few words haltingly from his throat.

The suffocation and poor blood circulation caused his brain to become oxygen-deprived, making it impossible for him to think; he could only give subconscious answers.

However, Catherine was clearly not satisfied with this answer, and raised her right arm and made a spinning motion in the air.

moment!

The prisoner's arm was twisted 180 degrees on the spot, like a pretzel, and made a crisp cracking sound.

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

As expected, the werewolf began to let out heart-wrenching howls. The intense pain forced him to transform, and he opened his mouth full of sharp teeth to frantically bite the mental force that was choking him.

Unfortunately, thoughts have never had a fixed form, and they can never be touched by teeth or claws.

In less than three to five minutes, his fierce eyes began to turn white, drool began to flow from his mouth, and he eventually stopped struggling and went into shock.

"Hmph! Useless trash!"

With a flick of her arm, the witch slammed the unfortunate man against the solid wall, the force of which caused him to cough up a mouthful of blood.

Looking at the half-dead prisoner lying on the ground, Catherine exuded a dangerous aura. After a long while, she finally spoke, "Karls, tell me, what do you think this damned werewolf leader is up to? Is he planning to use a dozen or so hellish demon infants to seize territory in New York?"

“No, madam, the council would never allow such a thing to happen. I personally believe that someone knew that Representative Miles was nearing the end of his life and secretly plotted a scheme to create some chaos before the war game began, so as to deepen the suspicions among the lords of Brooklyn, and ideally, a few of them would be unable to resist taking action.” Karls analyzed with a serious expression.

"You mean... this is a conspiracy against me?" The witch's lips curled up slightly, revealing a playful smile.

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't; no one can be sure until we find this guy. I suggest we inform the council and, while we're at it, alert your allies to prepare; the war might already be underway..."

As he said this, Karls' eyes gleamed with undisguised excitement and anticipation, as if he were particularly looking forward to a scene of bloodshed.

“Excellent! If the war has already begun, then let us use the enemy to get rid of that little bitch Cassandra first. She has been secretly working against me all along. Inform the werewolves who have sworn allegiance to me to launch an attack on Cassandra's territory starting tomorrow. Let's see who can gain the upper hand in this chaos.” Catherine licked her alluring red lips as she gave the order.

Without a word, Karls immediately bowed deeply: "As you wish, my supreme mistress. Oh, by the way, Zhang also told me that the demon he encountered called himself Borun. You can ask someone to help check the application records. Although I don't think this is the demon's real name, it might give us some unexpected clues."

Catherine nodded slightly: "Okay, I understand. It seems my little wizard is quite useful, isn't he? Don't be stingy, give him more rewards. Right now, I need his power."

“Hehe, I would have done it even if you hadn’t said anything. You know, these days it’s so hard to recruit a wizard who is both capable and not too greedy.” With that, Karls turned around and waved to Ralph.

The latter quickly bowed respectfully to the witch and then followed him into the dimly lit tunnel.

A few minutes later, the two returned to the bar entrance one after the other.

Just as Ralph was about to walk in and greet Zhang Cheng, who was sitting at the bar drinking juice and chatting idly with a young girl beside him, Karl grabbed him and threatened in a low voice, "Remember! Don't reveal a single word of what you heard in the lady's room, especially not to Zhang, or you know what will happen."

“Of course! I am your man, and I will never betray you and the witch,” Ralph said, bowing deeply and making a solemn promise.

“Very good! I like smart people! I hope you won’t be too clever for your own good. Stay as close to Zhang as possible, keep a close eye on his every move, and don’t forget to tell me if you find anything suspicious. Here, give this to him for me, and tell him it’s an extra reward from the lady for his mission.” With that, Karls handed over a bracelet inlaid with green gemstones.

Ralph held it in his hand and immediately felt the faint energy emanating from the gem. He couldn't help but exclaim, "A...magical item!"

"Yes! The lady values ​​him highly, and you could even say she wants to win him over, but only if he isn't a spy sent by someone else. Alright, I have other things to do, you can handle the rest yourself."

Watching Karls's slightly aged figure disappear into the darkness, Ralph sighed with a wry smile, "Golden dinars, magical items, is this the treatment a wizard wielding great power can receive? It's worlds apart from mine. If... if only I could have such power."

With a hint of resentment, he took a deep breath, quickly composed himself, and strode toward the bar.

Chapter 0070 New Mission

Undoubtedly, Zhang Cheng, sitting near the bar, was unaware that he had been unwittingly drawn into a conspiracy and a power struggle.

He was currently busy checking the new tasks given on the parchment scroll, and while he was at it, he gave the young girl beside him, who had just regained consciousness, a brief introduction to the underworld, especially emphasizing how powerful the council was and how it dealt with informers.

Under a tone that was half threatening and half intimidating, the girl, who was not yet eighteen, was completely gripped by terror. Coupled with what she had experienced just over an hour earlier, she trembled uncontrollably, muttering to herself in a very low voice, "So werewolves, vampires, ghosts, angels, demons, and countless monsters from myths and legends are all real! And they're hiding right among us? It's terrifying...it's terrifying..."

"So, Gracey, do you have any more questions?" Zhang Cheng asked without looking up, taking a small sip of freshly squeezed orange juice from his glass.

The girl named Grace quickly shook her head: "No, no. But I want to know, why did you save me? What happened to the three girls who were kidnapped like me?"

"There are two main reasons for saving you. First, you showed an extraordinary will to survive; second, I think you might be a good bait. After all, having almost become a sacrifice, you would inevitably be marked by the demon, and if he comes to this world, you will be the first person he seeks out. As for the other three girls, unfortunately, they were all engulfed in flames in the violent explosion, leaving only charred corpses."

After explaining, Zhang Cheng ignored the other person and focused intently on the few lines of small characters on the parchment scroll.

Unlike the clear objectives given before, this mission is very vague, with the core meaning being just two words: integration.

Where should we integrate?

Is it the underworld or the faction to which the witch Catherine belongs?

To what extent should it be integrated?

Is it enough to just dabble, or is it necessary to gain certain rights and status?

No detailed standards were provided at all.

The mission reward is also quite bizarre; it's a portal to a new world!

He knew that what he brought back from Azeroth was enough to digest for a long time. Before he finished digesting it, he did not plan to absorb any new knowledge. Anyone with a little common sense knows the principle that you can't bite off more than you can chew.

Of course, in addition to the main task, the parchment also provides several supplementary tasks. For example, killing the werewolf leader Salas will increase the body's maximum energy capacity and reward two talent points upon success; another example is deciphering the notes obtained from Ralph, with corresponding rewards for each stage completed.

It could be said that this parchment was consciously guiding Zhang Cheng to learn knowledge, improve his strength, and defeat his opponents step by step, just like doing quests, leveling up, and fighting bosses in countless RPG games. As long as he didn't do anything reckless, there would never be an enemy he couldn't defeat.

Just as Zhang Cheng was racking his brains trying to figure out what the bastard who had dumped him here without his consent was up to, Grace finally snapped out of her shock and couldn't help but shout, "I...I've been marked by a demon?!"

“That’s right! Look at your shoulder. If I’m not mistaken, there should be a fairly obvious mark on it. I’ve seen several guys with this mark on their bodies, and without exception, they were all killed by demons in the end.”

With a slightly pessimistic reply, Ralph plopped down in the chair next to him, his eyes revealing undisguised sympathy.

"No! No! No!" Gracie frantically ripped open her T-shirt and, sure enough, found a claw-shaped red mark on the back of her right shoulder.

Although the mark looks like it's caused by blood stagnation from being squeezed by something hard, it doesn't actually disappear no matter how much the girl rubs it. Even after scratching her skin, the mark is still clearly visible.

“Sigh, don’t struggle, child. Even if you tear off the whole piece of skin, it won’t help; the mark will just move from one place to another. If I were you, I would start enjoying life from now on and try to be as happy as possible,” Ralph sighed helplessly and advised.

As a demon hunter, he had witnessed too many partings and deaths, and seen countless human tragedies. He had even killed ordinary people who were accidentally caught up in the tragedy with his own hands, so he didn't have much of an emotional reaction. He just felt a little regretful.

"No! I don't want to die! Save me! There must be some way to save me, right?" Gracie was so excited that she was almost incoherent.

The thought of her soul being imprisoned in hell and subjected to endless torment after death sent chills down her spine.

"Hehe! Little girl, I have a way to help you escape the demon's pursuit. How about it, want to give it a try?" A pale-faced male vampire appeared beside the bar at some point.

"Damn Jesse! Get out of here! Don't think I don't know what you're up to." Ralph rolled his eyes in annoyance.

The vampire, known as Jesse, shrugged nonchalantly: "Don't be so prejudiced. Being my subordinate is much better than being killed by a demon, isn't it?"

"Hmph! Don't think I don't know. Newly converted low-level vampires are basically no different from slaves. Not only do they have to satisfy all sorts of morbid desires of higher-level vampires, but they also have to go out and find their own food. More than 90% of them go insane before they even get promoted." Ralph sneered, mercilessly exposing the other party's sinister intentions.