Spellcasting Gods

"I want a body! A complete body that can contain my consciousness and a portion of my power! First, she must be female; second, she must have the blood of an Inca priest; and finally, she must be no older than twenty-five." Tassinma calmly stated her requirements.

Clearly, she was being very cautious, wanting to gain a general understanding of the world first, rather than being impatient to escape the cage that had imprisoned her for thousands of years.

After all, the cage imprisoned her, but it also protected her. She would only choose to leave if she was sure it was safe to do so.

“Sure! But that will take time!” Zhang Cheng had clearly sensed the other party’s thoughts and quickly gave an affirmative answer.

“Thirty days! I’ll give you thirty days! I can also tell you the secrets of the Golden City in advance. But remember, if you fail to keep your promise after thirty days, then our cooperation ends here.” With that, Tassinma raised her hands and began waving them at the smooth wall of the guest room, muttering some difficult-to-understand syllables.

In just a few minutes!

Large murals, resembling dried bloodstains, began to fill the entire wall one by one, and the pungent smell of blood could be detected even from several meters away.

Before Zhang Cheng could find any clues from the messy murals, the priestess's stable form suddenly shattered and then reformed into Yelena's appearance.

Clearly, she had exhausted the magical energy she had absorbed not long ago, and the connection to her consciousness had been severed, so she could only retreat temporarily.

At the same time, Yelena's soul slowly returned to her body, and she suddenly jumped up from the ground, asking in horror, "What...what did you do to me?"

"Relax, I did nothing. I merely used your soul to speak face-to-face with the owner of that statue for a short while. Come closer, and I will grant you what you desire—soul power that ranks among the top even in the vast array of supernatural abilities..."

The words had barely left his mouth!

Zhang Cheng grabbed Yelena's slender neck and, with the help of the magic crystal embedded in her skull, continuously amplified the potential that had already been awakened in her soul. After about two or three minutes, Yelena fell into a semi-conscious state because she could not bear the immense pain.

Chapter 0706 Mural

One minute……

Two minutes...

Five minutes...

Ten minutes...

As time passed, Yelena's spiritual quality, which was originally not much stronger than that of an ordinary person, was rapidly increasing and gradually transforming from quantitative change to qualitative change.

When the first crystalline solid began to form deep within his soul, Zhang Cheng released it and gently pushed it onto the sofa behind him.

When it comes to strengthening the soul, nothing is more difficult, more dangerous, and equally important than the initial process of condensation. Once you take that crucial first step, the rest becomes remarkably simple.

Of course, he didn't expend so much effort out of kindness or a sudden pang of conscience, but rather to better communicate with Tassinma, so that, at least, he wouldn't be forced to sever the connection of consciousness with just a little bit of power, as he had done before.

Simply put, strengthening Yelena's soul is equivalent to expanding the conduit behind the priestess's consciousness projection, allowing it to transmit more power.

Just as Zhang Cheng was about to examine the blood-stained mural on the wall, Mansa suddenly pushed open the door and staggered in from outside.

She was clearly a little drunk. Carrying her coat, she walked over to the sofa, sprawled out, and burst into manic laughter: "Hahahaha! Dear boss, you know what? Just now, two guys at the bar downstairs drugged my drinks, trying to knock me out and drag me into a room to do something. But they never expected that I'm no longer an ordinary person. In less than a minute, I broke their third leg."

"Didn't cause too much of a commotion?" Zhang Cheng subconsciously waved his hand to dispel the unbearable pungent smell in the surrounding air.

Although drugging incidents in bars like this are nothing new, he still couldn't understand what kind of desperate guy would be willing to make advances on a woman who reeked of alcohol.

Putting everything else aside, the smell of his breath alone is enough to make a normal person feel nauseous and want to vomit.

"Don't worry! Someone's already taken care of it. Those two idiots have been thrown into the street to enjoy the fiercest winds from the Atlantic. Whether they survive or not is up to fate." Mansa grinned smugly.

"The goddess of fate?" Zhang Cheng glanced at the raging wind outside the window and immediately joked with a smile, "I think this is no longer a matter of luck, but rather the domain of the god of death. With the current wind force, even a conscious and healthy adult male would have a hard time surviving for more than twenty minutes."

Mansa shrugged nonchalantly: "This has nothing to do with me! Blame them for being so audacious as to try and take advantage of me."

“You seem to be enjoying this exciting and stressful life? But I’m giving you five minutes to wash your face and clear your head. There’s a very important task I need you to do next,” Zhang Cheng instructed bluntly.

It goes without saying that the complex and bizarre drawings on the wall are not as easy to understand as they appear on the surface, so he needs a professional to interpret them.

After all, this thing isn't written language, so it can't be read or understood using special spells like language comprehension or reading magic.

"Huh? Oh my God! What is this?!" Mansa suddenly jumped up from the sofa, staring blankly ahead.

Because she had her back to the wall when she entered, she didn't notice the murals that looked like they were painted with blood. In addition, the alcohol had numbed her sense of smell, so she didn't smell the strong bloody odor in the room.

"As you can see, this is a long painting, said to contain the secrets of how gold is made. Your task is to decipher it before the storm ends. Remember, I don't need ambiguous speculations, I need detailed information and evidence, understand?"

When Zhang Cheng said these words, his face was full of seriousness and earnestness, and there was absolutely no hint of joking.

"Understood! I'll get to work right away!"

Without saying a word, Mansa turned around and rushed into the bathroom to wash her face with cold water. Then she took out her digital camera and photographed the pictures on the wall one by one, preparing to send them to experts specializing in Inca civilization studies for deciphering.

At the same time, Yelena, who had fallen into a semi-comatose state due to unbearable pain, finally regained consciousness and slowly opened her eyes to stare at her hands.

In about ten seconds, a silvery-white soul force appeared out of thin air and crushed the table lamp with a bang.

She was clearly startled by the power she had just gained, and muttered incoherently to herself, "What...what's wrong with me! My mind is so confused! My head hurts so much!"

"Calm down! Your soul has just completed its evolution and needs some time to adapt. But don't worry, neither your memories nor your consciousness have changed. Close your eyes and think carefully about who you are and why you suddenly fainted," Zhang Cheng reminded him expressionlessly.

"I...I am Yelena...I am a spy...I...I made a deal with you! Damn it! I remember everything!" Yelena suddenly jumped up from the sofa, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Because in her memory, the part occupied by Tassinma is still preserved, including the content of their conversations.

To think that killing a god would be far too exciting for a young woman who had never been to the underworld.

Sensing the fear and struggle within the other person, Zhang Cheng slightly curled the corners of his mouth, stepped closer, and whispered meaningfully in their ear, "It seems you have quite the potential, managing to restore chaotic memories to normal in such a short time. I think with your intelligence, you should know which things to say and which things to keep forever in your heart, right?"

“Of course! Boss!” Yelena nodded frantically.

She knew that if she hesitated even slightly, she could be silenced.

“Great! I happen to need you to do something for me. Here, this is a check, I've already signed it. Go and buy this hotel for me.”

"Buy this hotel?!" Yelena took the blank check, her mouth agape in astonishment.

“Yes! Not only do I need to buy this hotel, but I also need you to go to Peru to find a young girl who truly has Inca blood.” Zhang Cheng stated his next plan without hesitation.

The reason for buying this hotel was to preserve the eerie murals on the walls; otherwise, the hotel staff would discover them sooner or later, leading to unnecessary chaos and trouble.

As the saying goes, problems that can be solved with money are not problems at all.

He wouldn't mind spending hundreds of millions of dollars to obtain some important information that he desperately wanted.

The search for young girls of Inca descent was naturally to fulfill a promise. Whether they were devoured or temporarily lost control of their bodies after being possessed was not of interest to him.

Chapter 0707 An Unexpected Encounter

The subtropical storm raged in the Caribbean for three full days before finally leaving on the fourth day and continuing its journey toward the east coast of North America.

Despite the still very strong winds and waves at sea, Zhang Cheng, pressed for time, paid no heed to this minor difficulty and immediately ordered the ship to set sail again and head towards the designated sea area.

This time, however, Yelena did not accompany them. Instead, she stayed in San Juan alone to discuss hotel prices with a wealthy Latino man.

After settling this matter, she still needed to fly to Peru, the birthplace of the Inca civilization, to find a suitable young girl, so she handed over command of the combat team to a strong Eastern European man named Jage.

This 35-year-old veteran, who served in Lithuania during the Soviet era, has participated in numerous KGB covert operations and possesses extensive combat and command experience.

Unfortunately, with the dramatic changes in Eastern Europe and the collapse of the Soviet Union, one of the world's two poles, the three Baltic states declared independence and embraced NATO, becoming members of the capitalist world. At the same time, a fervent anti-Soviet sentiment arose within their countries towards the Soviet system and its people.

It can be said that anyone who worked for the Soviet Union was subjected to a near-ruthless purge, and even those who managed to escape faced the tragic situation of being unable to find work and suffering from hunger and cold.

If this is the case for ordinary people, one can only imagine what it was like for Jag, who worked for the KGB.

To survive, he even had to pretend to be a homeless man and compete with stray dogs for food. His wife, in order to support their children, had to sell her body to earn money and maintain the bare minimum of a living.

As one Russian president once said in the future, the collapse of the Soviet Union was the greatest geopolitical catastrophe of the twentieth century.

Those who haven't experienced it firsthand can never imagine how difficult life was for the lower classes after the collapse of a vast empire, and how they still hadn't recovered even after a decade or two.

This is why Leonid was able to raise his arms and immediately recruit a large number of the talents he needed from the corpse of the Soviet Union.

Gazing at the small vessel approaching on the turbulent sea, Jag took a deep breath and ordered his subordinates in a very serious tone, "Go! Notify the BOSS that an unidentified vessel is trying to approach us. Also, get the helicopter airborne immediately and ready for battle. Remember, don't mess this up; this is my first time serving as a commander since joining the organization."

"Don't worry! With our weapons and equipment, we don't need to be afraid even if we encounter pirates. We can finish the battle in five minutes at most." The latter shrugged nonchalantly.

"Don't be careless! The BOSS is no ordinary person, so his enemies won't be ordinary either. You'd better be prepared," Jag warned in a low voice.

"I understand! Nobody wants to die! Even though the compensation is really tempting."

The man in the tactical bulletproof vest then made a joke, quickly relayed the order via radio, and then ran into the captain's cabin of the yacht.

Without uttering a single wasted word, he gave a military salute and loudly proclaimed, "Report! We have spotted a small, unidentified vessel approaching in the distance!"

"A small boat? Are they pirates?" Zhang Cheng put down the part of the mural he was deciphering and looked up with a hint of surprise.

Although the Atlantic Ocean was once the most rampant place for piracy a century or two ago, the number of pirates in this waterway has decreased sharply after the end of World War II and the United States officially established its dominance at sea. Now it is rare to hear of ships being attacked by pirates.

"Not sure! But judging from its appearance, the other ship isn't very fast, and it hasn't been modified or reinforced, so it's unlikely to be pirates. We also observed that the hull structure has some damage, as if it was ravaged by the storm a few days ago," the man explained in English.

Hearing that it was unlikely they were pirates, Zhang Cheng immediately lost most of his interest and continued to ask, "Did they communicate via radio?"

As is well known, almost all ships have corresponding radio equipment. If one ship approaches another, it must use radio to indicate its intentions; otherwise, it will be suspected of having ill intentions, thus causing unnecessary misunderstandings.

"No! I personally think their radio is probably broken, so they're trying to call for help. What do you think, should we let them come over, or have them driven away by helicopter?"

"Hmm... let them come over. If they really run into some idiots with bad intentions, we can take the opportunity to have some fun, can't we?" Zhang Cheng hesitated for a moment, then quickly revealed a malicious smile.

"Hehe! You're right! I'm starting to look forward to these guys being a bunch of not-so-bright-headed pirates."

After saying that, the fully armed man turned and left the captain's cabin, standing on the deck to contact the helicopter that had already taken off.

About seven or eight minutes later, a battered little boat slowly approached the yacht.

Of course, this "small" is only based on a luxury yacht that is over 200 meters long as a reference.

In fact, this is a scientific research vessel that is about sixty meters long, with a lot of interesting equipment on board and about twelve crew members.

These guys had clearly been through the previous tropical storm, so they looked very disheveled and hadn't showered in a long time, emitting a pungent, sour stench.

"Who are you?" Commander Jag was the first to jump onto the deck and questioned loudly in a not-so-friendly tone.

Meanwhile, helicopters in the sky and combat personnel on yachts also took up advantageous positions, targeting the unfortunate men on the deck who looked like refugees.

"Oh God! No...don't shoot! We're just a group of scholars and staff filming a short documentary about marine life conservation," a young girl in a bikini quickly shouted, raising her hands.

Few people can remain calm in the face of the dark muzzle of a gun.

Moreover, these people in black combat uniforms are clearly quite professional; they might be a special operations team from some government.

"Filming a documentary?!" Jag glanced instinctively at the equipment scattered haphazardly in the cabin, his wariness lessening slightly before asking, "Then why are you approaching us?"

"Please! Our ship's radio equipment malfunctioned, and we couldn't receive the storm warning. Then the positioning and freshwater devices also broke down during the storm, so we had no choice but to ask you for help," the girl explained helplessly.

Just as Jag was about to send people to search these people who claimed to be victims to see if they were hiding any dangerous items such as weapons, he suddenly heard Zhang Cheng's voice in his ear: "Let them up, I know a few of them."

"You know him?" Jag was clearly taken aback.