Spellcasting Gods

"Damn it! Ennis! Watch your hands! Don't force me to kick you off the ship!" The old captain, a man in his fifties with a weathered face, threatened viciously.

"Shit! It's just one gold coin! There are at least hundreds of thousands of them here! Is it really necessary to be so stingy? I just wanted one as a souvenir." The young man called Ennis grumbled as he reluctantly took out the gold coin and threw it onto the deck.

"Shut up! Remember! We signed a contract! Whatever we salvage is yours for every penny, understand?" the old captain snapped irritably.

Ennis clearly didn't take those words to heart. His eyes darted around, and he went back to Yelena's side, lowering his voice to say, "Beautiful lady, are you really willing to let that damned Asian man hoard all this wealth? Perhaps we can join forces and keep a portion, then split it equally after we dock. Don't worry, our ship is large enough to hide things in plenty of secluded places."

"Oh? Are you serious?" Yelena curled the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a playful smile.

"Of course! Think about it, with so much treasure, if we hide even a tenth of it, it's impossible for them to be discovered. And the value of these things is enough for everyone to enjoy the rest of their lives happily." Ennis thought the other party was tempted, so he quickly added fuel to the fire and tempted them further.

The old captain undoubtedly had similar thoughts. Instead of reprimanding his men, he squinted at the petite girl next to him, seemingly observing her reaction.

Not only the captain, but all the sailors on the salvage ship who were busy working stopped what they were doing, hoping to get a positive answer from Yelena.

Unfortunately, Elena not only didn't give a positive answer, but also pulled out a finely crafted pistol, pressed it against Ennis's head, and sneered, "Idiot! Who do you think we are? Mercenaries who can be bought with money? Believe me, if you dare to utter another word, I'll blow a hole in your head."

"Hey! Let's talk this out! There's no need to use guns!" Another sailor who was on good terms with Ennis stepped forward to try and help his friend out.

Other sailors also began to get restless, wanting to use their numerical advantage to exert pressure.

But before they could get close, combatants holding semi-automatic rifles pulled the triggers without hesitation.

boom!

clang!

The bullet pierced the deck instantly, leaving an inconspicuous single hole, less than twenty centimeters from the right foot of the foremost sailor.

"Back off! Otherwise, the next shot won't hit the deck!" the shooter shouted a warning in English.

Chapter 0699 Wrong Boat to Swim

As we all know, although humans are supposed to be creatures that are usually dominated by reason, they are actually exceptionally sensitive and often do impulsive things when stimulated by external factors.

Especially when the gunshots echoed across the sea, the sailors, who were already extremely resentful, immediately became angry and restless. Several even tried to approach a fully armed combatant to snatch the semi-automatic rifle from his hand.

But before they could succeed, two other armed men rushed over, raised their rifle butts, knocked them all to the ground, and kicked them twice more.

Judging from the painful expression on the victim's face, it's highly likely that his ribs were broken.

At the same time, two helicopters on standby on the yacht took off immediately and hovered over the scene of the incident. The heavy machine guns were pointed at the troublemakers without any concealment. If anyone dared to make a move, they would not only have a few broken ribs, but would be strafed by 12.7 mm caliber bullets, and no intact body would be preserved.

"You two! Come here!"

Seeing that her combat team was all in position, Yelena pointed her pistol at Ennis and his friends.

It was because of these two guys that things had gotten to this point where they were out of control, so Yelena decided to get rid of these two troublemakers and also give the sailors on the ship a warning.

"What...what do you want to do?!" Ennis's voice trembled slightly.

I couldn't help but tremble!

If an ordinary person had a gun pointed at him, it would be considered quite brave if he didn't wet his pants. What's more, there's more than one gun pointed at him now; there are also heavy machine guns from two helicopters above his head.

"Hmph! You actually know how to be afraid? Sorry, it's too late."

The words had barely left his mouth!

Yelena abruptly raised her hand and, without hesitation, pulled the trigger at the two men's knees.

boom!boom!

"what!!!!!!!!!"

"Fuck!!!!!"

……

Accompanied by a pig-like scream, the bullet shattered the kneecap on the spot, causing irreparable damage to the leg joint. Although he wouldn't be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life, he would never be able to do anything that required bending his knees, such as running or jumping.

Watching the two unfortunate men lying on the ground in agony, and the sailors' terrified gazes, Yelena finally put away her gun and nodded with satisfaction: "See? This is the consequence of greed! If there's a next time, I wouldn't hesitate to kill you all and throw you into the sea to feed the fish. Also, most importantly, if anyone even thinks of calling for help, I guarantee that the moment you dial the maritime hotline, my men will have you and your family killed within twenty-four hours. Remember! I'm not joking."

silence!

A terrifying silence!

Although many people knew when they went out to sea that someone who could afford a luxury yacht over 200 meters long and hire professional soldiers was definitely not a wealthy person in the ordinary sense, they never expected that the other party would be a ruthless character who would open fire at the slightest provocation.

With the deterrent effect of their powerful force, the old captain quickly abandoned his idea of ​​making a quick buck and directed the remaining crew to continue the salvage operation.

The two unfortunate men who were shot underwent simple surgery to remove the bullets from their knees, then were bandaged up and thrown into the cabin and locked up.

In just one morning, the two salvage ships retrieved more than six tons of gold and over twenty tons of silver from under the sunken ship.

In addition, there are many other types of gemstone handicrafts whose value cannot be measured in monetary terms.

All the salvaged items, after a simple cleaning, were sent inside the yacht for Zhang Cheng to personally inspect in order to identify any special items with magical powers.

Unfortunately, so far only one sacrificial dagger made of obsidian has been discovered, which is of some research value.

Just as he was patiently waiting for the new items to be salvaged, Mansa suddenly rushed in from outside, shouting excitedly, "The bow! The bow has been pulled up!"

"What?!" Zhang Cheng suddenly stood up and looked out the window.

Two cranes slowly pulled a nearly rotten log out of the water, and in front of the log, a monster that looked like a flying dragon was fixed.

During the Age of Exploration hundreds of years ago, most captains and sailors were very superstitious, so they would fix totems-like statues on the bow of their ships to ward off diseases, plagues and bad luck. These statues were called figureheads.

Generally speaking, a ship's name is associated with its figurehead.

For example, the figurehead of the Maid of the Seas might be a naked young girl, and the figurehead of the Poseidon might be Poseidon, the god of the sea in ancient Greek mythology.

Clearly, according to the ship's log, the figurehead of the Flame Queen was a statue of a woman wearing a crown, not a statue of a dragon.

This means that the ship that was salvaged with great effort was not the legendary Flame Queen, which was said to have carried the key to the Golden City.

Thinking about all this, Zhang Cheng's mood immediately soured. He frowned and asked, "So, we've just wasted our time?"

“It wasn’t a complete waste of time! At least you got treasure worth billions of dollars, and we found one of the silent ships in that fleet. I believe the other ships should be nearby as well,” Mansa explained enthusiastically.

"What about the statue? Have you found any clues?" Zhang Cheng asked again without turning his head.

“I’ve already sent the photos to a professor who specializes in Inca civilization studies. He’ll be able to confirm the statue’s identity and date in no time.” Mansa clenched her fist excitedly, her tone revealing strong confidence.

Based on the quantity and quality of the items salvaged today, she is almost certain that nearly a third of these items are treasures looted by the Spanish colonists from the Incas in the early days. Many of the original gold and silver artifacts were shipped directly to the Iberian Peninsula without even having been melted down.

"Alright! It seems finding something in the vast ocean isn't as easy as I thought. X, continue using those marine creatures to monitor the surrounding waters. Notify me immediately of any new discoveries." Zhang Cheng gave the AI ​​the order with a rather helpless expression.

He now finally understood how terrible it was to be unable to use divination spells.

If it were a mage specializing in divination, they could easily locate an item and find it directly with just a few prerequisites.

But there's no going back in life. From the moment he broke free from prophetic magic, it was destined that Zhang Cheng would never be able to use any prophetic spells again in his life. The only thing he could do now was to use the powerful search capabilities created by the combination of technology and magic to find the Flame Queen ship that sank deep in the ocean bit by bit...

Chapter 0700 The Legend of the Golden City

Upon learning that the shipwreck being salvaged was not the Flame Queen he had been expecting, Zhang Cheng completely lost interest and left Yelena to deal with the mess.

Especially the heavy naval guns being pulled up by the crane; each one was incredibly heavy and worthless. I don't know why Mansa was interested in these junk.

Most importantly, according to a declaration on ownership of shipwrecks in international waters signed in 2001 by the 42nd President of the United States, William Jefferson Clinton, the U.S. government recognizes that the ownership of state-owned vessels of all countries, including the United States, remains with their original country, regardless of when or where they sank or how much time has passed.

This means that if anything salvaged is confirmed to belong to a Spanish treasure ship, even if it is brought back to the United States, it will ultimately be awarded to the Spanish government by the courts.

However, law is one aspect, and international politics is another.

As long as they firmly insist that these items were not cargo from the treasure ship, and the Spanish side cannot provide corresponding evidence, the final outcome will fall to the discoverers.

After all, Spain was no longer the European power that dominated the seas in the 16th century, but a third-rate country with little military presence and a terrible economy, which was called one of the "PIIGS" countries.

Of course, Zhang Cheng himself didn't care much about these useless precious metals. What really concerned him was the Flame Queen, which had also sunk nearby.

Only on this ship did they collide with that golden mural imbued with mysterious power.

While he was alone in the captain's cabin, staring at the huge underwater projections of the three figures, far away in a high-class restaurant in Paris, France, Faust, still disguised as a member of the European High Council under the false identity of John, sat at one of the tables, enjoying the delicious meal prepared by the chef, and said without looking up, "Where is our little ally who always brings surprises?"

"He's already set sail to search for the shipwreck called the Flame Queen. What, do you need him for something?" Lavern asked with a half-smile, sipping his expensive red wine.

"No, it's nothing. I just wanted to ask him for some knowledge and skills on raising black dragons. You know, my two little guys have grown to almost a meter tall now, and their personalities are becoming increasingly fierce and irritable. Apart from me, their master, any other servants who get too close are likely to be attacked," Faust explained, quite annoyed.

In the past month, six of his men have been bitten to death by dragons, forcing him to feed them himself, which has wasted a lot of time and energy.

"Hahaha! That sounds like good news. At least in terms of combat awareness and talent, they truly deserve to be called top magical creatures of the mythical era, don't they?" Lavern laughed and teased.

Faust shrugged helplessly and sighed, "Indeed! I can hardly believe it. In just a few months, they've become so clever that they can use the environment to create traps to hunt prey. If they lived for hundreds of years, I'm afraid few people would be their match."

"A few hundred years? I guarantee that, with very few exceptions, it won't be long before all these young dragons die from various accidents. You know, those guys in the Wizarding Association are trying to contact everyone who bought the dragon eggs, trying to form an alliance to control all the young dragons. As far as I know, there was a guy who vehemently refused, and half a month ago, the young dragon he was raising suddenly died inexplicably. I believe it won't be long before he comes after you." Lavern warned meaningfully.

"Heh heh! My dear old friend, I guarantee that anyone who dares to stab my dragon will die a horrible death. The Wizarding Guild has existed for too long; perhaps it's time for it to become history."

As he said these words, Faust's eyes flashed with a chilling coldness.

Perhaps to others, the destruction of the Wizarding Guild is merely an impossible delusion.

But for someone who single-handedly slaughtered the entire Vatican's legion of angels and caused Heaven's long-planned earthly kingdom to completely fail, it is entirely possible for him to make it a reality.

It's important to understand that while those top wizards are powerful, they are still a very small minority and cannot protect everyone within the association.

If Faust were to lower himself and hunt down members of the Wizarding Guild, this ancient organization, which could not even protect its own people, would soon fall apart and perish.

Lavern was undoubtedly well aware of this, and reassured him with a smile, "Relax, things haven't gotten to that point yet. I think we should be a little more cautious with the Wizarding Association; they might still be keeping some incredibly powerful artifacts."

“A divine artifact?” Faust curled his lip in disdain. “Hmph! It’s not like I haven’t seen one before! Forget about such unpleasant things, tell me how long it will take for our little ally to find the key to the Golden City? According to the Inca’s lunar calendar, the appointed date is fast approaching, and if it can’t be opened in time, we’ll have to wait another thousand years.”

"Be patient! You must believe that he can bring us surprises and miracles. Don't forget, that golden mural is no ordinary thing. Any non-Inca who comes into contact with it will hear a strange sound, and within a few days, they will spit out a large amount of water from their mouths and nostrils and drown. Even vampires who don't need to breathe cannot escape this fate."

"The ancestral goddess of the Musca mythology, Bachoe, was originally a deity who emerged from Lake Guadavida. It's not surprising that she possessed some special abilities related to water. What truly interests me is whether the legendary golden city was used to worship the sun god, whom all Native Americans worshipped, or whether it was the exclusive domain of this lake goddess." With that, Faust put down his knife and fork and wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

“Personally, I think it should be the goddess of the lake! The sun god is a common belief among almost all Native Americans. If it really exists, it should be an extremely powerful deity. Theoretically, it would be impossible for it to stand by and watch its followers be slaughtered by invaders, even if it doesn't need faith to maintain its power. Most importantly, the entrance to the Golden City is deep in Lake Guadavida, which is completely unlike something a sun god would do.” Lavern calmly gave his analysis.

As a descendant of gods, he gained a great deal of knowledge about gods from the moment he awakened, so he has a lot to say on this matter.

"In that case, I'll wait and see. I hope our little ally won't disappoint. After all, this is about the transformation from mortal to immortal. Especially for you, divinity means power, a body and soul that are almost ageless, and the reliance for challenging the throne of the gods..."

"We will succeed! No matter who the master of the Golden City is, they can't possibly be a match for the three of us!"

Chapter 0701 Storm Warning

As we all know, the Atlantic Ocean is not like its neighbor, the Pacific Ocean. Every June, it is very easy for terrible extreme weather conditions to form, such as tropical storms and hurricanes.

The east coast of the Americas, the Caribbean islands, and the west coast of Europe will experience approximately seven or eight or more tropical storms and hurricanes.