Spellcasting Gods

“I want to know what you and my father talked about! And what happened last night? Who was the guy who tortured and killed my brother?” Jervis clenched his fists, his face full of anger and resentment.

“I’m sorry, I can’t tell you. Some things are better known the more you know; in fact, the more dangerous it is. If you’re so eager for revenge, why don’t you ask your father?” With that, Zhang Cheng blinked and turned to walk towards a black car.

Before he could even take out his keys to open the car door, one of the bodyguards, at the employer's signal, rushed out and pointed a gun at his head: "Hey! Buddy! I suggest you answer the questions honestly and don't try to play tricks."

"Hehe! Is this how you ask questions?" Zhang Cheng turned around nonchalantly and teased with a smile.

Jervis, seemingly oblivious to the playful undertone in the other's voice, explained with a serious expression, "I'm sorry to talk to you this way. But I swear, if you tell the truth, you'll receive appropriate compensation, at least six figures."

"Six figures? Wow! That sounds like a lot of money, doesn't it? But unfortunately, it's not even enough for my weekly allowance. Besides, I'm a very busy person, I don't have time to play childish games with you, goodbye."

With a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye, Zhang Cheng swiftly turned and grabbed the bodyguard's right hand, snapping his wrist with a crack. He then opened the car door, started the car, and sped away.

Because the whole process was so fast, taking only seven or eight seconds, Jervis didn't have time to react. He stood there, stunned, seemingly unable to believe what he was seeing.

Not only did he not believe it, but the bodyguard whose wrist had been broken also couldn't believe it. It wasn't until the car disappeared from sight that his brain nerves felt intense pain.

Meanwhile, Zhang Cheng, driving southwest along Boston's main road, dialed his satellite phone and issued an order to his secret base in the South Pacific: to eliminate the mercenary group that was tracking him.

Without hesitation, Leonid dispatched a 20-man elite squad and two Quinjet fighters.

Several hours later, as the sun was setting, the two vehicles finally collided on an interstate highway outside Boston.

Bullets, missiles, shells, and machine guns flew everywhere, and bright orange eggshells covered the entire road. To the uninitiated, it looked like World War III had broken out on American soil...

Chapter 0686 Prophecy

boom!

As a grenade exploded nearby, a mercenary was thrown into the air, crashed into the door of the Hummer with a bang, and then fell heavily to the ground, motionless. It was unclear whether he was dead or stunned.

Seeing this, his companion immediately burst out cursing, "Fuck! Who are these guys? Why did they suddenly attack us? And where did they get all that heavy weaponry and high-tech equipment? This is American soil! Even we can't get legal heavy weapons and large quantities of military explosives here!"

“Shut up! You ask me? How should I know? Look at that plane in the sky. I’ve served in the military for so many years and I’ve never seen one before. These guys are definitely big shots. I suggest we split up and retreat immediately, otherwise we can’t hold out for long,” another mercenary shouted.

Just as the two were talking, the sides of a Quinjet fighter jet suddenly opened, revealing two Vulcan cannons hidden inside, which began to fire wildly at the enemy hiding behind one of the Humvees.

In the blink of an eye, the car and its occupants were riddled with bullets.

Especially people, who were ravaged by large-caliber bullets and turned into pieces, will probably find it difficult to identify them when the forensic doctors arrive.

Upon discovering this, the other two vehicles immediately turned around and left the main road, attempting to escape into the dense woods.

Unfortunately, there were two planes in the sky, and both of them were shot down halfway through the flight. The combat personnel even went down to confirm the death of each person before calmly withdrawing.

Zhang Cheng, who had watched the entire massacre from a distance, immediately dialed a number and said to his men, "Your men did a good job! It seems I can look forward to their performance in future plans."

“You can certainly expect them to perform as I promised. Also, I heard you’re about to set sail to salvage those Spanish treasure ships. Do you need me to provide some necessary personnel and technical support?” Leonid appeared at the top of the phone screen using projection technology.

Compared to his dejected and helpless state when we last met, he now seems to have been reborn. Not only are his eyes bright and piercing, but he also exudes an aura of authority.

Perhaps, as the saying goes, for some people, rights are equivalent to life, and once they lose their rights, they will quickly die like fish out of water.

"Technical and personnel support?" Zhang Cheng paused for a moment upon hearing this, then quickly shook his head. "No, it's not needed. My ship is the most advanced nuclear-powered ship in the world. Once it's ready, all we need to do is download an X auxiliary system, and we can control the entire ship via voice."

"What? Nuclear-powered! You have a nuclear-powered submarine?" Leonid's eyes gleamed with excitement and anticipation.

"No, not a nuclear submarine, but a nuclear-powered cruise ship, with some interesting experimental equipment. Oh, I almost forgot, if you have the chance, you'd better stir up as many wars and conflicts as possible around the world. I need a relatively chaotic situation."

Without a doubt, in order to collect more souls in a short period of time, Zhang Cheng has decided to target the ordinary people of this world.

The reason is quite simple!

He needs countless fragments of souls to resurrect the millions of demons in the Grimoire of Domination who originally belonged to the Burning Legion, especially the powerful demon lords.

As someone who felt a sense of urgency, he had a strong premonition that, starting a year from today, the world would undergo an unprecedented upheaval, and he would be right at the center of that vortex.

……

Just as Zhang Cheng was busily preparing for the impending war, Ancia, the prophetic witch, was sitting in front of a mirror on the top floor of a skyscraper in New York, seemingly waiting for something.

Just half a minute later, a cloud of black smoke appeared out of thin air and slowly coalesced into a mysterious man wearing a black cloak.

"So, what have you observed during this time?" The witch picked up her cup, took a small sip of tea, and asked without looking up.

"Observe?" The man sneered. "Are you kidding me? His power is now almost comparable to that of a god, even stronger than some deities. How could I dare to approach him?"

"Damn it! Don't tell me you haven't gotten any intelligence in the past six months." Ancia frowned subconsciously.

The man seemed quite afraid of the witch's power, carefully maintaining a safe distance, and whispered his defenses: "It's not like I gained nothing! At least I know that he disappears into thin air every now and then, as if summoned by some incredible, incomprehensible power, vanishing right before my eyes. In addition, I personally witnessed his battles with angels, demons, and Faust in the Fragment World, which should satisfy your curiosity."

"Wait! You said he could disappear into thin air? Could you describe the scene?" Ansia narrowed her eyes, strands of silvery-white threads undulating around her.

"There's nothing to describe! I just feel an indescribable will descending upon me, and even I can't move an inch. I can only wait for that will to leave," the man answered directly.

He was neither a wizard nor a learning-type ability user, but an alien life form from the cracks between the world of the living and the world of the dead, whose knowledge of magic was limited to how to hide himself and kill his opponent.

The witch stood up on tiptoe from her chair and paced around the room for a good seven or eight minutes before a faint smile appeared on her lips. She muttered to herself, "It really is him! That's right! It seems I need to meet him and give him that thing. After all, he is the chosen one of destiny. If I can get close to him, I can gain more power of fate..."

"Approach? Are you sure you want to approach such a dangerous guy? You know he destroyed an entire fragmented world, and even a necromancer like Faust was no match for him." The man warned with a look of surprise on his face.

In his memory, Ancia had always been a very quiet person who hated trouble. Whenever she performed divination for others, she would immediately give up if she sensed any danger.

But today, this witch has changed her ways and wants to get close to a dangerous individual who can be labeled as bloodthirsty, cruel, and ruthless.

"No, you don't understand. The gears of fate have begun to accelerate. Before long, it will roll forward like a chariot, crushing all obstacles that dare to stand in its way. Many will die, and even more will fight each other. A tremendous crisis will loom over everyone, and only the lucky ones with enough power of fate will have a chance to escape. Do you remember the prophecy I made by chance when I was ten? The sleeping gods will awaken in the next millennium, and they will use their lives and blood to forge monsters that surpass all others..."

Chapter 0687 The Fourteenth

Night fell, and as New York was once again shrouded in darkness, Zhang Cheng finally drove his cheap, beat-up secondhand car back to the city.

Before he could decide whether to deal with the two potentially troublesome cars first or return to his Long Island villa, he suddenly saw a familiar figure standing beside the empty road, smiling and waving.

Driven by curiosity, he immediately slammed on the brakes and asked in a somewhat uncertain tone, "Ms. Ansia? Were you waiting for me on purpose?"

“That’s right! I have some very important things I’d like to discuss with you privately.” The prophetic witch nodded without hesitation.

Clearly, for someone who wields the power of destiny, knowing in advance where someone will appear is as easy as eating or drinking.

"Oh? How important is it?" Zhang Cheng probed casually.

After all, the only person in the entire state of New York that he couldn't quite figure out was this woman who rarely went out and was almost completely isolated from the outside world.

Of course, another point is that he has a strong aversion and distrust of prophetic magic in his bones. Although he is not a complete novice who knows nothing, he is not much better. Therefore, he never likes to spend a lot of money to do divination when he encounters troubles and problems, like other people.

In fact, he trusted information obtained through searching, researching, and inference more than prophecy or divination.

This is like some rigid and outcast people in the underworld who are extremely resistant to modern technology products. There is no logic or reason for it; it is simply that they cannot accept it due to their subjective ideology.

Ansia was clearly well aware of the prejudice this young man, who exuded powerful magical energy, held against prophecy magic. She shrugged indifferently and took out a strangely shaped stone from her white handbag: "See this? This is a mold, used to forge the key to open the seal. A long, long time ago, it was held by another man who looked very much like you. I believe you understand what I'm trying to say."

"Mold? Key? Seal? You seem to know some secrets you shouldn't know, don't you?" Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed with a dangerous light, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on the supreme authority.

"Please don't be nervous! I'm not your enemy! On the contrary, I'm your ally, a truly close ally." The witch noticed the subtle movement just now, and her pupils contracted sharply.

Unfortunately, Zhang Cheng had long abandoned the precious quality of trust. Not only did he not relinquish his supreme authority, but he also pushed open the car door and jumped out of the driver's seat, advancing step by step: "Explain! I need a very convincing explanation. You'd better not take too much time, because my patience has never been very good."

“Wollent! You’re familiar with that name, aren’t you?” Ancia quickly threw out a name.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Cheng froze on the spot. He then raised his right hand and made a grasping motion, using magical energy to create a giant hand that lifted the witch into the air. With a serious expression, he asked, "Tell me! Where did you learn this name?! If there is even the slightest falsehood, I guarantee I will pull your soul out of your body and torment you for ten thousand years."

Because Warrent was none other than the person he had met with the woman who claimed to be the creator, the one who had mentioned breaking the first seal, and also the creator and true master of the demonic sword—the Soulbinder.

"Cough! Cough! Cough! Let... let go... I'm not your enemy... I... I'm your ally..." The intense feeling of suffocation made Ansia's face turn purple, and she coughed violently incessantly.

She could even feel that there was less and less air in her lungs and that the blood flowing to her brain was becoming increasingly sluggish. She estimated that she would lose consciousness and gradually fall into a coma and shock in a little while.

Gazing into the witch's clear eyes, Zhang Cheng finally withdrew the magical hand that had appeared out of thin air and said bluntly, "Alright, I'll believe you for now. But you only have five minutes to explain. If your answer doesn't satisfy me after five minutes, then I'm sorry, I will kill you without hesitation and obtain the information by my own means. Believe me, you won't like that method."

Ancia lay on the ground, breathing in the fresh air. It took her more than ten seconds to struggle to get up. While rubbing her neck, which had been pinched until it turned purple, she carefully explained, "Do you know why my family and I have always had the power to see into the past, present, and future? It's not because our bloodline is particularly strong, but because we have always maintained close contact with those visitors from other worlds who are favored by fate."

"Visitors from another world?" Zhang Cheng feigned surprise.

But the witch easily saw through the trick, chuckling sarcastically, "What, are you unfamiliar with this word? Or do you think I don't know the truth about you coming from another world? No, I know everything, I even know that you possess an incredible power to travel between different worlds, bringing back all sorts of incredible knowledge and items. There have been thirteen such people before you, and you are the fourteenth, and you will also be the last."

"I didn't expect you to know so much. Besides these, what else do you know?" Zhang Cheng stroked his chin, carefully examining the other person.

He never dreamed that this woman, whom he had only met once, was so well-hidden and knew so many secrets related to the Creator's plan.

"Heh! Don't worry, I don't know much. I only know that you are the chosen ones, and your every move will have an immeasurable impact on this world. Especially you! You've appeared many times in the family's prophecies! The fourteenth messenger, the embodiment of slaughter, destruction, and annihilation, the slayer of gods, the terminator and creator of all things, a monster that transcends everything..."

As Ansia spoke these words, she was clearly extremely excited, her whole body trembling slightly, and her eyes flashing with a terrifying light.

"Prophecy? Sorry, I don't believe in prophecies. I only believe in myself." Zhang Cheng made no attempt to hide his contempt, curling his lip in disdain.

It goes without saying that he didn't believe a single word of the long description of himself in the prophecy.

"Whether you believe it or not is irrelevant, as long as I believe it. Here, this is the mold you need; all the keys to unlock the seal must be forged from it." The witch seemed completely unconcerned about the other party's attitude, and directly handed over the strangely shaped stone in her hand.

"Interesting! Where did you get that?"

As Zhang Cheng held it in his hand, he quickly realized that this was no ordinary stone at all, but a special magical item that could convert matter and energy into each other. Its complex structure was ten thousand times more precise than any alchemical process he had ever seen, and it was definitely beyond the capabilities of humans.

Chapter 0688 The Most Useless Magic—Prophecy

"More than 1,600 years ago, Volent met a noblewoman from the Iberian Peninsula, and they later had a daughter named Janeta."

She gained unimaginable power from her father's bloodline, enabling her to glimpse fragments of the past, present, and future, ultimately becoming the first prophetic witch, who was also my ancestor.

Later, Warrent was about to embark on an extremely dangerous mission, knowing he was likely to die, so he left behind a notebook and this mold used to forge the key to begin sealing.

In his notes, he described many bizarre stories, including his own origins and the strange worlds he had experienced.

Therefore, every prophetic witch would do her best to find those chosen ones hidden among the people, help them overcome difficulties, and fulfill their mission.

Unfortunately, not every chosen one can be found, nor are all chosen ones exceptionally talented.

However, one thing is certain: every chosen one is bound to possess an immense power of destiny, which can make the prophetic witch even more powerful, and even grant her abilities comparable to those of a god in a short period of time.

If you agree to hand over the power of fate that binds you to me, I will swear allegiance to you until either you or I are killed by an enemy.

So, do you agree to my terms?

As the last word escaped her lips, Ancia slowly opened her arms as if to embrace something. The eerie tattoos that stretched from both sides of her neck to her collarbone and shoulders emitted a silvery-white glow.

Zhang Cheng subconsciously frowned, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable, as if something unseen but very important was about to leave him.

Driven by intense vigilance, he refused without hesitation: "No! I'm not interested in the terms you're offering."

moment!

That inexplicable feeling is gone!