Spellcasting Gods

The parents of these little ones are none other than Onyxia, the black dragon princess, and Kuro Kerba.

In just a few months, nearly one-thirtieth of the tens of thousands of dragon eggs have hatched and are flying around this place that exists in the crack of space in groups. The earliest batch has even grown to more than four meters in size and can easily hunt large animals such as deer, wild boar, cattle, and sheep.

Fortunately, he had considered the food problem and built several random summoning portals to continuously transport harmless beasts from any world in a connected location. Otherwise, the land around the tower would not have been able to support so many young dragons whose appetites were increasing day by day.

Without a doubt, this endless expanse of dragon eggs and young dragons is an army prepared for a future full-scale invasion of Hell, an army capable of instantly destroying the last resistance of demons.

war!

This is never a game you can just start playing on a whim!

It is a process that requires long-term preparation and careful planning, and can only be launched when there is sufficient confidence.

Looking at the Axis powers in World War II, almost none of them had truly completed preparations for the war, yet they still fantasized about winning it—it was simply a joke.

What's even more ridiculous is that, more than half a century later, there are still many idiots who feel sorry for the failure of the Third Reich, completely unaware of the huge strategic mistakes Hitler made.

The most typical examples are the outlandish Navy Shipbuilding Project Z and the supposedly brilliant U-boat deep-sea hunting project.

These two things alone consumed a large amount of Nazi Germany's war resources, but instead of gaining a corresponding strategic advantage, they became a heavy burden and a waste.

In addition, after France surrendered, the Third Reich once possessed the best and most complete industrial system and military equipment production capacity in all of Europe, but failed to make good use of it.

It can be said that Nazi Germany's defeat was almost inevitable from the very beginning, no matter how elite the German soldiers were or how brave they were in battle, they could not change the predetermined outcome.

After the war, when the US president saw some of Germany's plans, he couldn't help but sigh that the enemy was simply treating the war like a game and did not take it seriously at all.

As someone who is good at learning from and summarizing lessons, Zhang Cheng certainly doesn't want to follow in the footsteps of the former.

Therefore, even though the Grimoire of Domination contains millions of Burning Legion demons, and even more than a dozen powerful demon lords, he did not rush to launch the plan to conquer Hell. Instead, he systematically expanded his air power, striving to take down the enemy in one fell swoop, rather than getting bogged down in a protracted war and giving other forces an opportunity to get involved.

"Master! You've arrived!"

Norsen struggled to break free from the group of chattering baby dragons and ran over quickly, a slightly embarrassed smile appearing on his square metal face.

It must be said that, as a metal construct created with magic and unknown forces, its emotions are far too rich.

"How have you been lately?" Zhang Cheng looked at the big guy in front of him with great interest.

"Um...not bad, it's just that these newborn little guys are a bit irritable, always trying to tear off pieces of flesh from me to eat. But you know, my body is made of the strongest magical metal, so I often knock out their fragile baby teeth. If possible, I'd like to have a softer protective suit made for myself." Norsen spoke like a nanny, his tone revealing the potential of a typical warm-hearted man.

Zhang Cheng naturally wouldn't refuse such a small request, and immediately nodded: "Of course! As I said, you can use the resources inside the tower as you please. Also, have any new portals opened recently? I'd like to choose a world with relatively abundant magical energy and that is safe to stay in for a while."

Upon hearing this, Norsen subconsciously turned and glanced at the large gates standing on either side of the tower, and quickly replied, "I believe there was a portal that opened four days ago, which should meet your requirements."

"Oh? Could you elaborate?"

Following the golem's gaze, Zhang Cheng quickly found the extra giant portal and the busy street on the other side of the portal.

Judging from the architecture and people's clothing, this is clearly an ancient European city with a rich history in the 1990s, which has preserved a large number of historical sites as well as many high-rise buildings.

However, because the camera remains fixed on the front of a dilapidated bar, the entire city cannot be seen.

As for the bar itself, it is imbued with some kind of mysterious magic, making it impossible for people to see the bar's name from a distance. Moreover, most passersby seem not to notice the bar at all, and no one tries to go in for a drink.

“Master, this is a place that is seven or eight parts similar to Earth. The city we are seeing now is London. However, in this world, besides ordinary people, there is a group of people who call themselves wizards. They can unleash all sorts of interesting magic through spells and wands. Although there are fights and vendettas among them, they are not a threat to you at all. Most importantly, the concentration of magical energy here is more than enough to meet your needs,” Northon explained directly.

"Another magical Earth? Wizards waving wands? I think I know where this is..." Zhang Cheng curled up his lips into a playful smile and walked straight towards the direction of the teleportation portal.

A young dragon seemed to sense something and suddenly swooped down from the sky, letting out a loud howl, as if trying to get his attention.

Unfortunately, Zhang Cheng completely ignored the baby dragon and disappeared without a trace after stepping through the portal.

Just as the young dragon was about to rush into the portal, Norsen rushed over, grabbed the thick tail, and complained, "Stop! You naughty little thing! You can't leave my side without my permission, and you can't try to run away."

"Damn it! Let me go! You annoying lump of iron! I'm going on an adventure! I'm going to conquer a world! I'm going to make those lowly mortals kneel at the feet of the great queen and obediently offer up their treasures!" The young dragon cursed loudly in its childish voice.

It was obvious that this was a female dragon, so she was very irritable and would occasionally spew out deadly breath from her mouth.

"Behave yourself! Otherwise, I guarantee your master will twist your head off." Norsen didn't care about the flames containing magical energy at all. He directly used his weight advantage to press down on the little guy, using his several-ton metal body to pin him down so he couldn't move.

They had no idea that while they were playfully fighting amongst themselves, Zhang Cheng, who had entered a completely new world, was already surrounded by more than a dozen unidentified people wielding small wooden sticks...

Chapter 0727 Landing Point

"Sir! You have been arrested for allegedly abusing teleportation magic and exposing magic in public. Please cooperate with us and do not resist." A white man who looked to be around thirty years old shouted the warning.

He gripped a small wooden stick, about a foot long, tightly in his hand. The tip of the stick was flashing with a silvery-white light, and even without consciously sensing it, one could detect that it contained a considerable amount of magical energy.

Not only this one person, but also more than a dozen other men and women around him did the same thing.

Their expressions were so serious and tense, as if they were facing not a young man, but a terrifying prehistoric beast from ancient times.

Zhang Cheng observed the other party's peculiar casting method with a half-smile, and after a while, he asked in return, "What if I say no? Do you think a few pieces of trash like you can hurt me?"

He never dreamed that he would be ambushed by the local natives as soon as he stepped through the portal and before he could even do anything.

“Sir, I must remind you. We are Law Enforcement Officers from the British Ministry of Magic. Attacking us is tantamount to attacking the British Ministry of Magic, and you will face extremely serious charges and be wanted by the authorities.” The leading man continued to speak in an official tone, completely unaware of how dangerous he was dealing with.

"Wanted? That sounds interesting! I'd really like to know if you could still issue an arrest warrant if you killed everyone in the British Ministry of Magic?" As he spoke, a cold glint flashed in Zhang Cheng's eyes.

You must understand that he doesn't like to hand over the initiative and be at the mercy of others, much less allow the ridiculous bureaucratic system to ride roughshod over him.

"Damn it! He's a dark wizard! Attack!"

"He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!"

"Petrify them all!"

"Thunderous explosion!"

"Crushed to pieces!"

……

Upon hearing the words "wipe out the Ministry of Magic," the leader immediately issued the attack order without hesitation.

In an instant, all sorts of strange spells shot out from the top of the wooden stick, enveloping the target from all directions.

Incredibly, despite all the spells hitting their mark precisely, none of them had any effect, as if they had been completely swallowed up by some unknown force.

"This is your magic? It's not even worthy of tickling me! Perhaps I should show you what real magic is."

The words had barely left his mouth!

Zhang Cheng slowly raised the divine artifact, the Supreme Authority, in his hand, and suddenly released a deadly gray-white gaseous energy.

This energy was so violent that within a single second, it evaporated all the moisture from all living things within several meters, turning them into shriveled and stiff corpses. Even rats that crawled through the sewers couldn't escape its fate.

Avidar's Death Spell!

One of the most powerful necromancy spells in Faerûn!

Those poor, unfortunate souls didn't even have time to scream before they breathed their last, their souls imprisoned within a beautiful gemstone that emitted an extremely evil dark red light.

"What an overconfident idiot! Should I go to the British Ministry of Magic and start a massacre, or find a place to stay first? Forget it, I'll find a place to stay first. After all, I'm here to study how to use the power of creation, not to start a war."

After saying this, Zhang Cheng turned and disappeared into the end of a narrow, dark alley in London.

He had barely left for a minute when a large group of people dressed almost identically appeared in the same spot.

The old man at the head of the group first examined the corpses on the ground, his expression immediately turning solemn. He muttered to himself in a slightly trembling voice, "They're all dead! Killed by a terrible spell! And their souls have been stripped away! I really can't imagine which dark wizard in the world could do this in such a short time."

"Could it be... that the mysterious person has returned?!" Another slightly younger woman next to her began to tremble uncontrollably.

“No! It doesn’t seem like it! If it were the Mysterious Man, he would be more than happy to leave his mark and, incidentally, summon those terrifying Death Eaters.” The old man shook his head without hesitation.

"You mean... a new Dark Lord? Good heavens! This is the worst news in recent years! We should inform Dumbledore immediately and have him prepare accordingly."

“That’s right! To be able to kill sixteen Luo Ao in just a few minutes is definitely not something an ordinary black wizard could do. What’s most terrifying is that we still don’t know what he looks like.”

Two younger men quickly chimed in, their eyes filled with awe and fear.

No one knew that the culprit was now sitting in Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire, England, sipping steaming tea and having a friendly conversation with its owner, Lucius Malfoy.

"Mr. Zhang, if I may ask, what is the purpose of your sudden visit? Or rather, what do you want to get from the Malfoy family, and what are you willing to give up?"

After more than ten minutes of probing between them, Lucius finally lost his patience and took the initiative to ask the other party's purpose.

Through the brief conflict with the guards and house-elves at the manor gate, he had fully realized that the seemingly young Easterner in front of him possessed extremely terrifying magical power, which was far beyond his ability to contend with.

Zhang Cheng put down his teacup and replied with a smile, "If you don't mind, I'd like to become your son's tutor. The British magical world is really decadent these days, and Hogwarts is unwilling to teach any offensive magic at all. I'm sure you wouldn't want to see your beloved heir end up as a complete waste, would you?"

"You're planning to teach him black magic?" Lucius's eyes widened in surprise.

"Why not? Don't forget, there has never been true peace in the magical world. The best way to protect yourself and your family is to acquire sufficient power," Zhang Cheng hinted meaningfully.

Without a doubt, the place he was currently in was the world depicted in the Harry Potter series—a world abundant in magical energy but not dangerous, perfect for conducting some clandestine research.

As for the complicated relationship and struggle between the Dark Lord and Dumbledore, as long as one doesn't actively participate, it's practically no different from a normal Earth.

Lucius hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded. "Alright! I agree to hire you as Draco's private tutor and am willing to pay a fairly generous fee. However, before that, we must sign a magical contract to ensure my son's safety."

"Of course, I'll do as you say. I'm here with good intentions. Oh, by the way, if you see the Daily Prophet's report about Luo Ao's death tomorrow, please don't panic. I swear, they attacked first, and I only defended myself..."

Chapter 0728 Home Tutor

Without a doubt, being a tutor is never a tiring job.

Especially when the employer discovered that the guy he hired was someone who could easily kill more than a dozen law enforcement officers without even blinking, not only did his treatment improve dramatically, but even the usually disobedient brat became much more obedient.

Looking at the trembling boy before him, Zhang Cheng closed the spellbook he had borrowed from the Malfoy family library and asked directly, "Tell me, Draco, what do you want to learn from me? Complex and ever-changing magic? Alchemy that can win wealth and respect? Or the essence of great power?"

“I don’t understand what you mean, sir,” Malfoy replied somewhat uncertainly.

Although Lucius had not yet told his son that the new governess was on the British Ministry of Magic's most wanted list, he could still sense the dangerous aura emanating from her, even more frightening than his gloomy godfather, Severus Snape.

After all, children are much more sensitive and alert in this regard than adults.

“No, you don’t need to understand, you just need to make a choice. In fact, I won’t waste too much time on you, because you have neither dazzling talent nor perseverance. All I have to do is impart some knowledge so that you can stand out among your peers and become the genius that fools talk about, nothing more.” Zhang Cheng explained casually.

Through just a few days of observation and learning, he had almost grasped the overall level of magic in this world, and even learned most of the spells and magic.

Although on the surface most of the magic in the Harry Potter world seems very simplistic and childish, and the wand-waving movements are quite laughable, it performs better in actual application than any other magical world.

Simply put, it means they prefer using magic to make daily life simpler and more convenient, rather than being keen on fighting and killing.

From a civilizational perspective, this evolution cannot be called a mistake or a regression, but it is true that the vast majority of wizards are not good at fighting. Otherwise, so many law enforcement officers from the British Ministry of Magic would not have been instantly killed by a single Abida's Wither spell.

In addition, the seemingly ridiculous waving of the wand actually replaces the complex casting action to some extent and effectively reduces the length of the spell, making casting increasingly easier.

If he didn't already possess the soul of magic, Zhang Cheng would definitely have learned wand making and then transformed the Supreme Authority into a wand.

However, he no longer relies on spells and casting actions to enhance his resonance with magical energy; with just a thought, he can unleash legendary spells that would require a long time for a mage to prepare.