Spellcasting Gods

The elderly man, especially, who was over sixty years old, quickly approached without saying a word, grabbed one of the bottles, and examined it closely with wide eyes. After a full minute, he finally smiled and said in a tone full of surprise, "Potion?! And it's definitely not from Senator Miles! Where did you get it? Or to put it another way, when did an alchemist come to New York?"

“Heh, dear Kane, do you think I’d be stupid enough to answer such a question?” Catherine extended her red-nailed finger and lightly ran it across his gray beard, her tone full of provocation.

The old man, known as Kane, smiled and shook his head: "No, of course not, I just couldn't help asking. Alchemy is different from other crafts. It not only requires extremely high comprehension and learning abilities, but also innate talent. Almost all alchemists in North America receive the attention and protection of the Supreme Council. I really can't think of anyone who would want to associate with you, after all, your reputation in the underworld isn't very good."

"Hahahaha! You can just say I'm a wanton harlot, no need to be so subtle. As for your question, I can only tell you that this alchemist is not someone any of you here know, and is not currently within the High Council's purview," Catherine explained with a laugh.

As a woman who draws power from desire and enjoys the pleasure it brings, she never cares about worldly views, nor is she bound by things like ethics and morality.

Kane undoubtedly understood this, and took a slight step back to avoid the other's fingers stroking his beard, sighing helplessly, "Well, it seems you haven't changed much, still as cunning and fond of playing tricks as ever. Tell me, what exactly do you want this time?"

The witch smoothed the wrinkles in her purple backless dress with a seductive gesture, responding with a half-smile, "It's simple! I believe you all know very well that Councilor Miles, who has ruled Brooklyn for thirty years, is nearing the end of his life. His successor will be chosen from among the current lords through a war game. And I hope to gain more allies before the game officially begins, promising that all who support me will receive a certain share of potions. How about it, isn't my proposal good?"

"You mean... we have to choose sides in advance?!" The humanoid creature with a feline face licked its lips, its eyes flashing with a chilling green light.

Unlike most lords who look no different from ordinary residents, it resembles a black panther that walks upright, with sharp teeth and claws, thick and soft fur covering its body, two pointed ears on its head, and a tail that sways from side to side behind its rear.

It's hard to imagine that such an outcast could live in a densely populated metropolis without being detected.

“That’s right! Today I want to know who among you is willing to be my friend and who intends to be my enemy.”

As she said this, a pale purple light suddenly flashed in Catherine's pupils, and her entire body exuded a chilling aura of danger...

Chapter 0079 Choosing Sides (Part 2)

"Are you threatening us?" Bain narrowed his eyes, and a layer of silvery-white, semi-transparent spirit material appeared all over his body.

It goes without saying that the witch's words offended his dignity, so much so that he prepared for battle.

Catherine clearly didn't take the Black man seriously, sneering sarcastically, "So what if I am, so what if I'm not? You piece of trash, you think you're worthy to fight me? Don't think I don't know you've been hanging out with that bitch Cassandra lately, even having a little mixed-race baby. Remember, idiot, there's no such thing as having it both ways. Either say goodbye to your bastard child and your lover, or be prepared to be killed by me, understand?"

"Fuck! I'm going to kill you!"

Enraged, Bane suddenly summoned the enormous, bear-like spirit hidden within his body and swung its claws at the witch.

Although the elusive claws didn't seem particularly dangerous, every lord present knew that if they were accidentally caught, they would be torn to shreds on the spot.

Because his ability is to summon and control souls, and to inflict unique energy damage on them, he can easily slice through even the hardest granite.

"Hmph! Kars, teach him a lesson, let him know what a true witch doctor should be like." Catherine raised her right arm and snapped her fingers, not even intending to do it herself, just watching the silvery-white, translucent bear claws get closer and closer.

"understand!"

The elderly Mexican man whose name was called calmly touched the ring on his finger.

moment!

A strange black mist quickly swirled around his hands!

He took a step forward and gently poked the lunging claw with his right index finger.

next second...

Waaaaaah!!!

With a piercing sound, the black mist almost effortlessly seeped into the bear-like spirit, turning most of its paws black in the blink of an eye.

Upon witnessing this unbelievable scene, Bain's expression changed drastically. He immediately cut off the blackened part and retreated rapidly, his eyes filled with apprehension.

He could feel that as soon as the black mist invaded, he immediately lost control of his soul. If he didn't retreat quickly, he might lose the giant bear spirit that he had finally managed to obtain.

Seeing his opponent retreat, Karls made no attempt to pursue. He slowly guided the black mist back into his ring, then taunted in a disdainful tone, "What, a lord recognized by the council is afraid of a servant like me? Or are you just a figurehead, and your becoming a lord was merely a lucky break?"

"Who are you? Why would a powerful witch doctor like you willingly become her servant?" Bain asked cautiously.

After the brief exchange, he was certain that his opponent's skill in soul control was 100% superior to his own, and he decisively abandoned the idea of ​​resorting to force.

"Who I am is not important, what matters is your choice, young man. Believe me, the lady is no enemy you can defeat; her power far surpasses that of you and me." With that, Karls turned back to the witch, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and bent down to wipe the dust off his high heels.

This move not only stunned the black people, but also left the remaining lords with expressions of disbelief.

They simply couldn't believe that someone with abilities comparable to, or even surpassing, a lord would willingly serve as a servant, and for several years at that.

Catherine observed everyone's reactions, a hint of amusement quickly appearing on her face. She then pointed to the magic potions in the box, then to herself, and said, "Now choose: the potion, or become my enemy. Don't worry, I guarantee that no matter what you choose, you will all leave safely today."

"I choose the potion!" The lord, whose appearance resembled a bipedal black panther, made his choice without hesitation.

"Welcome, Lord Morat. I swear you will never regret your choice." Catherine opened her arms and gave the giant, who was over two meters tall, a warm hug.

With the first one taking the lead, soon the second, third, and fourth also stepped forward and chose to join the witch's camp.

They weren't fools; they were well aware of the enormous advantage a witch who controlled a large quantity of potions could gain in the war game.

Moreover, just a few minutes ago, several dark figures suddenly appeared in the darkness. Although their faces could not be seen due to the light, judging from their figures alone, they were probably the other lords of Brooklyn, who were also staunch allies of the witch.

Faced with both enticement and threats, anyone with a modicum of common sense knows which side to take.

Just five or six minutes later, only three people remained standing still. One was a black man named Bane, another was a white man with a gloomy look, and the last was an elderly man named Kane with gray hair.

Ignoring the first two people, Catherine went to Kane's side, breathed softly into his ear, and whispered seductively, "Darling, what are you still hesitating about? Have you forgotten the wonderful times we spent together?"

"Hehe, of course I haven't forgotten. You know, you almost drained me dry several times back then. Don't worry, I don't actually want to be your enemy, I just want to bargain," the old man explained with a smile.

"Oh? Please tell me, what additional conditions do you require?"

Upon learning that the other party had no intention of being her enemy, Catherine immediately adopted a submissive demeanor, blinking her eyes innocently.

Kane glanced at the colorful magic potions in the box, and after about half a minute, he stroked his thick beard and said, "The condition is simple: you arrange for me to meet this alchemist."

"Meet?!" Catherine's eyes immediately sharpened.

“Yes! Let’s meet!” Kane nodded without flinching. “I’ve run into a little trouble lately and desperately need the alchemist’s help. I promise, whatever the outcome, I will assist you in clearing the obstacles on your path to power.”

"Okay! Deal!" The witch hesitated for a moment with her head down, then immediately gave an affirmative answer.

She knew the power the old man wielded, and she also knew what it meant to get his help. In any case, it wouldn't be long before Zhang Cheng's secret of alchemy was completely exposed, so it was definitely worth it to exchange for a bargaining chip that could decide the outcome.

"Then let's raise a toast to celebrating our reunion after twenty years."

Kane simply raised his hands and made a grabbing motion in the air, and two glasses filled with red wine appeared in his palms. He handed one of the glasses to Catherine, clinked them together lightly, and then tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

"cheers!"

Catherine also finished her drink, then asked the last two remaining men, "If I'm not mistaken, you've chosen to be my enemies, haven't you?"

"Don't think that having more people guarantees victory! Anything can happen in a war game!" Bane coldly remarked before turning and disappearing into the endless darkness.

"Hey Hey……"

The other one didn't say a word at all, but just let out a series of unintelligible laughs.

Chapter 0080 Visit

With the neutral lords taking sides, the Brooklyn underworld escalated from undercurrents to constant conflict in just one week, with unfortunate souls dying in the streets almost every day.

Although everyone has tacitly maintained a considerable degree of restraint and avoided a complete breakdown in relations, everyone knows that it's only a matter of time before things come to a head.

When Senator Miles takes his last breath, both the witch of desire, Catherine, and Cassandra, known as the Daughter of Nature, will react immediately.

They were well aware that this time, the two would end this decades-long struggle, and neither would stop unless one of them died completely.

Of course, none of this had anything to do with Zhang Cheng.

To be precise, ever since his last encounter with the demon, he has never stepped out of the villa. He is completely unaware of what is happening outside and spends all his time hiding in the basement, eagerly conducting his research. Occasionally, he takes some time to concoct a batch of magical potions, which he then hands over to Polman for processing.

He had no idea that all the prominent figures in New York's underworld had already obtained his concoctions to varying degrees, and were sending out people to inquire about him, trying to find this so-called master of alchemy.

Unfortunately, thanks to the witch Catherine's vigilance, these people with ulterior motives couldn't find a single clue.

Given Zhang Cheng's own introverted nature, it would be a pipe dream for him to find a specific target in New York, a city with a population of over eight million and countless illegal immigrants and stowaways.

However, just because others can't find him doesn't mean Kane can't.

Holding the address given by the witch, the old man easily arrived at the villa's door. He squinted at the faint arcane energy shrouding the villa, and after about two or three minutes, he chuckled and muttered to himself, "What an interesting place. Now I'm starting to understand why Catherine risked offending countless people to keep this secret. Now let me see what this young man, capable of concocting so many kinds of potions, really looks like..."

The words had barely left his mouth!

He raised his silver cane and gently pressed the doorbell.

Ding-dong—ding-dong—ding-dong!

About ten seconds later, the tightly closed door suddenly opened a crack, and Gracie poked her head out, asking warily, "Who are you? What do you want?"

“Relax, girl, I mean no harm. Here, please help me pass this on to the owner of the house, and tell him that I was introduced by Ms. Catherine.” The old man did not mind the girl’s unreasonable behavior and casually handed over the lord’s badge that symbolized his status and position.

“OK! I’ll pass it on, but I can’t guarantee he’ll see you. You know, this guy is a complete lunatic and monster. Aside from the most basic things like eating, sleeping, and personal hygiene, he doesn’t even need to talk or have any entertainment,” Gracie couldn’t help but complain in a low voice.

After all, her original plan was to find a way to move in first, and then use her youth, beauty, and virginity to become Zhang Cheng's girlfriend or lover, so that she would have someone to rely on when the devil came knocking.

But as the saying goes, plans can never keep up with changes.

She never dreamed that Zhang Cheng, who had made up his mind to embark on the path of power, had already abandoned sex, a low-level physiological need, and instead pursued something higher and purer: knowledge and power.

Compared to the ultimate pleasure derived from sucking the arcane-powered well water in the wooden barrel, the joy of mating is utterly insignificant.

Kane undoubtedly sensed the girl's intentions and explained with a smile, "Hehe, no, you don't understand, child. It's not that he doesn't need to talk and have fun; he just dedicates his time to more important things. You must understand that there are always a very small number of geniuses in this world who figure out what they truly desire at a very young age. Only ordinary people who are mediocre and unambitious indulge in material and spiritual pleasures."

"Damn it! Fine, fine, I'm just the ordinary person you described as mediocre and indulging in pleasure." Grace rolled her eyes in annoyance, turned around, and disappeared at the end of the corridor leading from the living room to the basement.

As a girl going through a rebellious phase, what she hates most is being lectured by others.

Just two or three minutes later, Gracie returned to the door and opened one lock and safety lock after another with extremely practiced movements. Then she bent down and made a gesture of invitation, teasingly saying in an exaggerated tone, "Please come in, Your Excellency. My incredibly boring master is waiting for you in the basement."

"Hahaha! You're funny, I'm starting to like you a little." Kane was clearly amused and walked towards the basement entrance.

Despite it being his first time visiting the villa, he immediately recognized the dense arcane energy emanating from behind the basement door.

"Like me? Sorry, I'm not interested in old men like you." Gracie winked playfully, quickly jumped onto the sofa, lay down, and ate fruit while watching TV.

Kane smiled and shook his head, ignoring the other person, and pushed open the door leading to the basement and went inside.

Zhang Cheng, who was trying to inscribe runes on a short sword, heard footsteps and said without turning his head, "Please wait a moment, I need to finish the work at hand first."

"No problem, please go ahead. Just pretend I don't exist," Kane responded very reasonably.

After saying this, he stood silently in the corner, watching the young man who was completely absorbed in his work not far ahead. He was particularly intrigued by the dense, mysterious symbols on the sword.

“42-17-170-647-839……”

While muttering numerical codes that no one else could understand, Zhang Cheng used the molten gold dinars to pour the liquid gold, rich in unknown energy, which quickly filled the grooves.

The moment the last rune was filled, the sword shattered violently, and a silver-white flame composed entirely of energy shot out from below the hilt.

Unlike ordinary flames that emit light and heat, the silvery-white flame not only does not emit heat, but instead continuously absorbs heat from the air.