Spellcasting Gods

"Fuck! I know who it is! You were sent by that old bastard Nazes!"

Although the girl hadn't yet revealed the name of the person who issued the task, Abraham Borroman guessed the answer first.

As the saying goes, rivals are enemies. There are only two forces in all of New York doing this kind of high-profit, high-risk business. With just a little hint, he can immediately follow the clues to find out who is behind it all.

“Nazes? Ah, that half-sea monster that reeks of rotten fish and shrimp.” Zhang Cheng recalled for a moment and immediately found the relevant information in his mind.

To be precise, he had only met the other party once, when he was paying taxes.

"You're all in cahoots! Go! Kill these two idiots! Let old Nazes know what price he'll pay for messing with us!"

Abraham Borroman, after imagining countless scenarios, immediately and without hesitation issued the attack order.

He raised his hands high, and with the help of the druid's innate connection with nature, he gathered a large black cloud over the dock in just over ten seconds.

One can vaguely see that inside the churning clouds, blinding arcs of electricity are rolling up and down, ready to fall at any moment and indiscriminately strike the ground.

"Die!" A black man rushed to the front and suddenly opened his mouth, spitting out a glob of dark green, viscous liquid that looked like bile.

"Shit!" Elizabeth was clearly disgusted. She immediately manipulated the unique mental power of a witch, lifted a steel pipe as thick as an arm next to her, and smashed the other person two or three meters away with a bang.

However, the viscous, dark green liquid also hit the steel pipe, making a hissing sound that sent chills down one's spine.

Within seconds, the sturdy steel pipe was corroded and broke in two...

Chapter 0822 Lightning and Thunder

"Haitian voodoo priesthood? It seems that while I was away, all sorts of trash have infiltrated New York." Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows, revealing undisguised disgust.

It's important to understand that Haitian Voodoo rituals and the original Voodoo witchcraft and medicine practices of the African continent are two completely different systems.

The latter is a supernatural force born from primitive shamanism and animism, which advocates the integration of the soul with nature.

The former, on the other hand, is a distorted form that came to the islands around the Caribbean with European colonists during the Age of Exploration. It retains only the darkest aspects of Voodoo, such as vicious curses and the use of rituals and magic to create resurrected corpses that serve the spellcasters.

In short, wherever Haitian Voodoo priests are seen, there will inevitably be a large number of missing persons and paranormal events, which sometimes even attract the attention of the police and media in the ordinary world.

Therefore, many lords and secondary councils have explicitly forbidden these guys from entering their territories, and New York happens to be one of them.

"Heh heh! What, are you scared?" The black man struggled to get up from the ground, his face contorted with rage as he licked the blood flowing from his nose, completely unaware of how dangerous the person he was provoking was.

"No, I just remembered a funny joke. You know, there are two kinds of people I hate the most in my life: racists and Black people. Sorry, your American Dream ends here. Goodbye."

As the last word escaped his lips, Zhang Cheng grabbed Cody, who was hiding in a corner trying to slack off, and threw him directly at him.

"Meow meow meow?!?"

The black, fluffy ball of fur let out an innocent meow like a cat, then its body rapidly expanded. By the time it landed on the black man, it had transformed into a ferocious black panther, wielding its sharp claws to tear open the enemy's chest and rip out the beating black heart.

"Clean up the surrounding fish for me. Remember, if any escape, I'll throw you into a pot and stew you tonight." Zhang Cheng squinted, staring meaningfully at the little pet he had brought back from the fragmented world.

"OK! OK! Don't be angry, I'll do as you say." Cody was clearly a little afraid of his former first owner, so he quickly jumped onto the container and took down two unlucky guys who were lying in ambush around him in no time.

"Wow! It...it actually listens to you!" Elizabeth's eyes widened, seemingly unable to believe what she was seeing.

You should know that she, as the nominal mistress, can't command the other party at all on a daily basis; most of the time, she has to coax them.

"Of course! Because it knows that if it doesn't obey, I'll put my threats into action. It's the same with pets and subordinates; you have to show your strength, otherwise they'll lead you by the nose." Zhang Cheng shared his experience with his girlfriend with a smile, completely ignoring the surging thunderclouds in the sky.

Elizabeth nodded thoughtfully: "Forceful? I understand."

"No, you don't understand. Being assertive isn't just about attitude; it's also about improving your own strength. Think about it: if you only have Cody as your battle pet, what right do you have to be assertive? So you need to break free from dependence, acquire a new battle pet, and let it understand that it is not irreplaceable."

As he said this, Zhang Cheng gently patted the manticore lying at his feet, the implication being self-evident.

Just as the girl was about to say something, the Fallen Druid Abraham Boroman finally finished his nature spell and sneered, "Idiots! You didn't even interfere with my casting. Now, feel the terror of the lightning storm."

“Correction!” Zhang Cheng held up one finger. “The reason I didn’t interfere with your spellcasting is mainly because I don’t think that such a low-level spell poses even the slightest threat to us.”

"Hmph! Arrogant! I hope you can still say such things after the thunder and lightning."

Without any hesitation!

Abraham Borroman directly concentrated the enormous electrical charge contained in the dark clouds overhead.

next second...

Snapped!

A thick, silvery-white bolt of lightning descended from the sky!

But to everyone's disbelief, the lightning bolt, which contained astonishing energy, did not cause the slightest damage. Instead, it was completely absorbed by the unassuming staff, without even a splash.

Only after the last spark of lightning had disappeared did the rumbling thunder echo over the dock.

"This...this...how is this possible!" Abraham Borroman's pupils suddenly contracted, and his whole body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

You should know that the lightning he just unleashed was the most powerful and strongest natural magic he had mastered. It was precisely because of this skill that he was able to firmly hold his place in the gray market of New York Harbor.

But now, someone has broken my spell without even blinking, so the difference in strength is self-evident.

"You seem surprised?" Zhang Cheng smiled knowingly.

Gudong!

Abraham Borroman swallowed hard and asked in a slightly trembling voice, "Who are you? Someone like you could never be bought off by old Nazes."

“Ah, that’s right. I didn’t accept any mission or commission, and no one would dare to try to bribe me with money. In fact, the reason I’m here today is just for some personal matters.” After saying that, Zhang Cheng raised his arm to tidy the girl’s wind-blown hair, a hint of warmth showing in his cold eyes.

Elizabeth clearly enjoyed this intimate gesture, and with a playful wink, explained, "Sorry, I'm a little lonely staying home alone, so..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhang Cheng chuckled and picked up the rest of the sentence: "So you wanted to come out and have some fun or excitement. No need to explain, I understand. But promise me, next time you do something this dangerous, you'd better let my men know first, okay?"

"There can be a next time?"

“Of course! This is the 21st century! You have the right to do what you want, just be careful, that’s all.” After saying that, Zhang Cheng bent down and kissed the girl’s soft lips.

Seeing this, Abraham Borroman felt his chance to escape had come. He immediately began to retreat silently, intending to transform once again into the American national bird—the bald eagle—and escape the territory of the North American Supreme Council.

But just as he took two or three steps back, he suddenly felt a cold, sharp blade pressed against his neck, and at the same time, a deep, hoarse voice rang in his ear: "Don't move! Little mouse! If you don't want your carotid artery to be slashed..."

Chapter 0823 "A Huge Sum of Money"

“Urben, is that you?” Zhang Cheng released Elizabeth and turned to look at the mysterious man who held a sword to Abraham Borroman’s neck.

Despite the fact that the other party was wearing a strange metal mask and was armed with a highly recognizable spellbreaker, he still found a sense of familiarity in their movements.

"Oh? You can still recognize me dressed like this?" The mysterious man removed his mask, revealing Urban Best's face with a surprised expression.

It's important to know that the metal mask he's wearing now isn't just some cheap mask used to cover his face; it's a magical mask originating from ancient Greece and Rome.

It is said that these masks were all made by the priests of Dionysus and imbued with powerful magic. Therefore, wearing them can not only perfectly conceal all the distinctive features of a person, but also change their scent, hair color, and gender.

Zhang Cheng also noticed the strange energy condensed on the mask's surface and explained with a smile, "No, I didn't recognize you. I just thought the way you held the sword to someone's neck looked familiar. After all, no matter how a person's appearance changes, their habitual actions will never change, especially someone like you who is skilled in using cold weapons. By the way, how did you end up at the New York Harbor docks?"

“I see…” Urban looked thoughtful, then pointed to a giant cargo ship unloading cargo in the distance. “I brought back a new shipment from Europe, more than two hundred in number, and I personally escorted it for safety reasons.”

"New stock?" A strange light flashed in Zhang Cheng's eyes.

Outsiders may not understand what the so-called "new goods" actually are, but he knows very well that one of the closed containers must be full of vampires who have been sold as slaves.

In fact, in just a few months, the succubus Reines has managed to build a shadow mage group of more than 5,000 people through this sinister business, which shows the tragic situation the vampires have been in recently.

It could even be said that they went from being the kings of the night, who could hunt humans everywhere and feed on their blood, to being prey in the eyes of countless desperados.

Currently, many vampire families are even afraid to go out hunting, for fear of being targeted by dangerous individuals and then mysteriously disappearing.

The greedy and evil power of capital, baring its fangs for the first time in the underworld, threw the entire vampire community into chaos.

"Hehe! You probably don't know this, do you? Right now, in major European cities, there are already quite a few hunter teams that specialize in capturing vampires. They don't even spare nobles for the hefty rewards." Urban grinned, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.

Without a doubt, all of this was the result of his instigation from the shadows.

After all, challenging a powerful and established force like this requires a strong and fearless leader who can demonstrate to everyone that not only can one gain huge benefits from it, but one can also escape the opponent's fierce retaliation afterward.

In this way, driven by both role models and benefits, the inhabitants of the underworld will take action and join in.

Once the number reaches a certain scale, coupled with the tacit approval of some lords and councilors, even the high and mighty vampire dukes and princes cannot come up with any good solutions.

Zhang Cheng could clearly imagine how terrified these guys were, and he pursed his lips and praised, "Well done! It seems you've made them suffer quite a bit."

"As you know, I love fighting powerful opponents, and I long to plunge a sharp blade into the chest of my enemies, sever the carotid artery in their necks, and feel the beauty of blood splattering in the air."

As he spoke, Urban Best lightly sliced ​​the prisoner's skin with his blade, drawing a line of blood on his neck. Dark red blood quickly stained a large area of ​​his white shirt.

Abraham Boroman was clearly terrified and couldn't help but shout, "No...don't kill me! I have a lot of money! I'm willing to give it all as ransom if you let me go."

"A large sum of money?" Urban Best's expression revealed undisguised contempt.

He didn't think a fallen druid who smuggled magical creatures could have any huge sum of money.

"Sixty thousand! I have sixty thousand gold dinars! And eight hundred million dollars in bonds and deposits!"

In order to save his own life, Abraham Boroman revealed his family's wealth without hesitation.

He never dreamed that a rare manticore would not only fail to bring huge profits, but would instead attract a terrible enemy.

"Sixty thousand gold dinars?!" Urban instinctively opened his mouth wide, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

It's important to understand that the gold dinar is not like those worthless paper currencies in modern society that are based on national credit but have no intrinsic value, which can be printed in any quantity as desired.

On the contrary, it is a magical currency, minted in a very special place, with a very limited annual production, and ordinary underground residents may never come into contact with it in their entire lives.

Generally, transactions involving magical items, potions, or precious materials are only conducted using gold dinars, rather than dollars or euros, which depreciate significantly every year.

Sixty thousand gold dinars is almost equivalent to several years' income for a lord, and can definitely be called a huge sum of money.

In comparison, the $800 million in deposits and bonds are less remarkable.

“That’s right! Sixty thousand! As long as you pretend that what happened today never happened.” Abraham Borroman glanced at his blood-soaked collar and repeated nervously.

Through the screams and wails that came from all around, he was pretty sure that all his men were dead. The only thing he could do now was to save his own life as much as possible and find an opportunity to rebuild the smuggling network after the storm had passed.

Having witnessed the intense will to survive revealed in the eyes of many dying people, Urban immediately understood the man's thoughts and jokingly said, "Sixty thousand gold dinars for a life, I think that's a good deal. What do you think?"

"I don't know. We'll have to ask Elizabeth about this deal; she's the one with the authority to make the decision," Zhang Cheng said nonchalantly, shrugging.

“Me? Of course I agree! My God! That’s a huge fortune of 60,000 gold dinars plus 800 million US dollars!” The girl selectively forgot her previous unpleasantness without hesitation, her eyes revealing surprise and anticipation.

Regardless, she was a young woman who came from the slums and would never forget the days when she was struggling to survive in a foster family.

As for the other party trying to kill him, it's nothing in the slums, especially since a large sum of money is more than enough to compensate for the mental shock...