Spellcasting Gods

“My honor! And I… I seem to feel excitement… excitement and anticipation… is this what emotion is?” Adam murmured to himself, raising his hands.

"No! Not just emotions! There are also desires! Congratulations, from now on you will become more and more human, more and more complete, but at the same time you will also reap all kinds of troubles. I can't tell you what the meaning of life is, but I can tell you that living is never an easy thing. Now put on your clothes, we still have a lot of work to do."

After saying this, Zhang Cheng threw a suit that originally belonged to Miles over, and then stepped out of the dark and gloomy basement.

……

Just as the two arrived on the street one after the other, Faust, far across the ocean, had already completed the transformation of the goddess's corpse. He was laughing wildly at his creation at times, and at other times leaning close with a look of fascination, clearly acting a little abnormal.

However, those who truly know him know that despite his seemingly polite demeanor, he is anything but normal in secret and even suffers from severe necrophilia.

In his eyes, nothing was more beautiful than making an immortal corpse.

Meanwhile, Lavern, who had been hiding in his vacation villa for a long time, finally absorbed the divinity he had recently acquired. His entire body radiated dazzling silver lightning, and every move he made exuded destructive power.

Without a doubt, both of them have experienced a fundamental leap in strength since their last collaboration.

But what they didn't know was that Zhang Cheng, who had seemingly gained nothing, had also transcended himself and was no longer confined to the identity of a human.

No one knows how long the alliance between the three can last, let alone when they will turn against each other because of their interests.

But one thing is certain: Zhang Cheng, Faust, and Lafern are essentially the same kind of people who will stop at nothing to achieve their goals.

Therefore, as long as there are sufficient interests between them, they will continue to cooperate until they reach the pinnacle of power.

Chapter 0804 Searching for the Seal

The Scandinavian Mountains, the longest and highest mountain range in Norway, stretch from the Barents Sea in the north to the Norwegian Sea in the west, bordered by the Skagerrak Strait in the south and the Baltic coastal plain in the east. They are over 1,700 kilometers long, between 200 and 600 meters wide, and have an average elevation of about 1,000 meters, running through the entire peninsula.

This is the birthplace of the Vikings who once dominated Europe, and also the starting point of Norse mythology.

Throughout history and in modern times, Norway has always been a sparsely populated country. In addition, two-thirds of its land area consists of plateaus, mountains, and glaciers, which are unsuitable for human habitation. Therefore, countless legends and secrets are hidden deep in those remote mountain ranges.

At that moment, Zhang Cheng stood atop Mount Galkh, gazing at the vast expanse of white scenery around him, and then asked without turning his head, "Are you sure this is one of the three markers on the map?"

“Yes, sir. Although I’m not quite sure where you got this old parchment map, or if it’s some kind of pirate treasure map, this is definitely the first marker.” A middle-aged man who was over 1.9 meters tall gave an affirmative answer without hesitation.

Although he didn't think he could find anything of value with just a rough and blurry map, he still took on the guide job, which involved a certain amount of risk, because of the generous reward of 50,000 euros.

Keep in mind that 50,000 euros is roughly equivalent to 500,000 kronor, which is the total income of an average Norwegian for a year without eating or drinking. Moreover, the work only takes a few days, making it an absolute windfall.

"What about the other two markers? Where are they roughly located?" Zhang Cheng asked as he picked up the ancient parchment fixed in the glass frame and compared it with the modern map.

To be honest, he really couldn't see even the slightest similarity between the two.

The middle-aged man approached and hesitated for a moment before quickly pointing to the mountain peaks about three kilometers apart on the north and south sides: "If nothing unexpected happens, it should be these two places. You see, according to the map's depiction of the sun, only after the sun sets in the west can the shadows of the three mountain peaks possibly overlap at some point below."

"Triangulation?! I see..."

After glancing at the locations of the other two mountain peaks, Zhang Cheng quickly revealed a look of sudden realization.

By utilizing the immovable nature of the mountain peaks and the shadows cast by the rising and setting sun, the entrance was concealed. It turns out that the seal set up by the Norse gods was actually in such an inconspicuous place.

That's right!

His purpose in coming here was to find the first seal that had been broken, and to pay his respects to the remains of his "predecessor".

"Damn! Could there really be pirate treasure buried here?" The uncle's eyes revealed excitement and anticipation.

As the birthplace of the earliest pirate culture, Norway, Sweden, and Denmark have a long history of folk tales and legends. Occasionally, ancient precious metal coins and artifacts are unearthed, all of which are the property left behind by the Vikings after their looting.

“Treasure? If you mean gold and silver jewelry, then I can tell you for sure it’s not. But in some ways, it is indeed a huge treasure, just not of much use to you.”

After saying that, Zhang Cheng looked up at the position of the sun, plopped down on the snow, and patiently waited for the ever-changing shadows of the three mountain peaks at the foot of the mountain.

"Okay, it seems I was overthinking it."

Upon hearing that it wasn't gold or silver jewelry, the middle-aged man immediately lost interest in the adventure. He took out a small stainless steel flask he always carried, unscrewed the cap, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp.

Although the Northern Hemisphere has almost officially entered summer, the temperature at the peaks, which are more than 2,000 meters above sea level, is still as low as minus 10 degrees Celsius. Drinking strong liquor can provide great relief from this.

The two sat there for a full four and a half hours before the shadows of the three mountain peaks finally merged into one point on a cliff face.

Through the telescope, one can vaguely see a rather inconspicuous cave entrance at the point of overlap.

Interestingly, this place is right next to the west, with the vast Norwegian Sea stretching below.

Under normal circumstances, even with the aid of mountaineering equipment, it would be almost impossible for humans to climb up there.

Upon seeing this, the man instinctively stood up and exclaimed, "My God! A cave in a cliff! Unbelievable! No one has discovered it for so many years!"

"Looks like I'm in luck!" Zhang Cheng patted the snow off his backside and ran towards the cave without saying another word.

Before he could run very far, the guide couldn't help but shout, "Are you crazy? That's a cliff face! And you don't have any climbing gear or safety ropes! If you accidentally slip and fall, you'll be smashed to pieces!"

Zhang Cheng shrugged nonchalantly: "Don't worry, I'm not as fragile as you think. Also, thanks for showing me the way. Our employment relationship ends here. You can go back now."

After saying that, he ignored the other person and slowly climbed down the shale layer that protruded from the side of the cliff.

In fact, if there hadn't been outsiders present, he would have used flight or teleportation spells long ago; there was no need for such trouble.

Unfortunately, the guide was quite responsible; he stood by and watched him climb into the cave before turning back and returning the way he came.

Watching the other person's receding figure, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but smile and shake his head. He took out the key—the Eye of Odin—from his pocket and carefully walked into the cave.

Before long, he arrived in front of a giant stalactite that was hundreds of meters high.

Whether it was caused by human intervention or formed naturally, this huge stalactite is not shaped like a bamboo shoot like other similar stalactites; instead, it resembles a giant tree rising from the ground.

Next to the tree was a spring about the size of a thumb, from which slightly murky groundwater gushed out.

“Interesting… If I’m not mistaken, this should be the World Tree from Norse mythology, and this spring is the legendary Well of Wisdom. According to the description of Odin in the Edda, if I put Odin’s Eye into the Well of Wisdom, I’ll probably be able to open the entrance to the seal.”

After muttering a few words to himself, Zhang Cheng casually placed the Eye of Odin above the spring.

moment!

The entire spring seemed to come alive, swallowing Odin's Eye in one gulp. Then, the enormous stalactite World Tree began to tremble violently for some unknown reason, and finally, a small teleportation portal opened at the center of the trunk.

Unlike most portals, this entrance is more like a mirror, or a still lake or well, with occasional slight movement.

On the other side of the water, the drinking water is not from land, but from a place with extremely low light visibility, like the deep sea.

Chapter 0805 Warrent

Without any hesitation!

Zhang Cheng walked directly through the entrance to the center of a huge temple, surrounded by towering stone statues over ten meters tall, and could smell the distinctive fishy stench of the sea.

To be precise, this temple is built deep in the sea. Through the faint light provided by the strange crystals embedded in the ceiling, one can see the ocean currents that constantly surge with the tides, as well as various kinds of fish in the water.

Of course, none of these are the most important.

Most importantly, in the part of the temple that was flooded by seawater, lay a gigantic octopus that defied description. It was more than ten times larger than the giant squid he had encountered in the ocean before, and its thick tentacles alone could easily shatter any wooden ship.

Kraken!

The name instantly popped into Zhang Cheng's mind.

Clearly, this thing is a guardian left behind by the Norse gods to protect the seal.

However, it perished together with Warrent in that battle long ago.

However, due to some kind of immortality, the body did not decay or decompose over time; instead, it was perfectly preserved.

Not far behind the Kraken, there lay another human corpse, which, if there were no surprises, should be Warrent, the creator of the Soul-Binding Demon Sword.

He had short, gray-white hair and looked to be in his fifties. He had typical Caucasian features, neither handsome nor ugly.

As for the seal made of unknown materials, it has long been destroyed beyond recognition, leaving only a bottomless pit.

Out of curiosity about mythical creatures, Zhang Cheng quickly bent down to examine the remains of the Kraken and soon discovered that its magic resistance was simply outrageous.

Whether it's elemental magic with immense destructive power or various necromancy spells, they can only produce less than 10% of the original spell's effect at most.

Moreover, this thing has the characteristic of super-fast regeneration. No matter how badly it is damaged, it will often recover to its original state within the next ten seconds to a few minutes, making it a complete nightmare for spellcasters.

In addition, the magical energy contained in the remaining blood of the North Sea Banshee far exceeds anyone's imagination, indicating that she must have possessed terrifying magic-like abilities in her lifetime.

I really don't know how Warrent managed to take down his opponent back then.

After examining the sticky, slippery corpse, Zhang Cheng quickly shifted his attention to another body.

Of course, calling it a corpse is not entirely accurate.

After a brief examination, he discovered that Warrent was not actually dead, but had simply entered a prolonged state of shock or hibernation.

In particular, the soul, which is the most important element of intelligent life, has always been perfectly preserved and dormant within the body.

It's not hard to see that Warrent suffered extremely severe injuries after the battle, to the point that he knew he couldn't last much longer and had no choice but to use this unreliable method to try and revive.

"Should I praise your strong will to survive? Or should I marvel at your accurate predictions of the future? It doesn't matter anyway, I can still obtain a lot of useful information even without resurrecting you." With that, Zhang Cheng raised his silver-glowing fingers and gently touched the corpse's forehead.

moment!

A soul that looked exactly like Warrent emerged from the body.

He first looked around, then asked in Old Spanish, "Who are you? What year is it?"

"It is now the year 2004. As for who I am, I believe you know very well, don't you?" Zhang Cheng winked meaningfully.

"You are the fourteenth messenger chosen by the Creator? The year 2004?! Have I been asleep for that long?" Warren's eyes widened in surprise.

"What else did you think? Tell me everything you know now, and in exchange, I might consider bringing you back to life." Zhang Cheng, as always, offered his terms, attempting to exploit the other party's weaknesses to achieve his goal.

Unfortunately for them, Warrent was clearly not an easy opponent. He immediately shook his head with a smile: "No, resurrect me first, and then I'll tell you everything. You might not believe it, but I actually know you better than you know yourself, including your wisdom, ruthlessness, cruelty, madness, and ambition that would terrify and amaze even the gods. Also, don't think you can get the answers through prolonged torture or by directly invading your soul. If you do that, I will choose death to find release."

"Oh? It seems your ability to foresee the future is real!" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows in slight surprise.

Just as the other party said, that was just a test, and they had no intention of fulfilling their promise at all.

If Warren is truly foolish enough to reveal everything he knows, then what awaits him is an end worse than death.

Because Zhang Cheng has never been a kind person, he is extremely wary of everything, and has even prepared for the worst-case scenario of turning against the entire world. He would never easily let someone who knows his secret run around.

"Hahahaha! Yes! My ability to foresee the future is far more powerful than you imagine; I've even foreseen your future. How about we join forces? As natural allies, I don't think it's necessary for us to be hostile to each other. After all, unlike you, I don't have ambitions that surpass everything. In fact, I'm easily satisfied; as long as I can live forever in an immortal form, that's enough." Warren laughed heartily, opening his arms in a welcoming gesture.

Zhang Cheng stroked his chin, clearly hesitant, but after two or three minutes he nodded slightly: "Okay! But before that, you must explain what exactly this so-called power of destiny is? And is that woman who claims to be the creator really the origin of all life on this planet?"

“Ah! A good question! In essence, so-called fate is nothing more than a change and connection that occurs in time and space. You can understand it as the possibilities that all matter, including life, has in a certain region at a certain point in time,” Warrent explained with a slight upturn of his lips.

"possibility?"

"Yes! Possibilities! For example, like right now, with the two of us standing here, how many possibilities do you think could happen?"