Spellcasting Gods

“Of course! I still have many important details to discuss with you.” Warrent said, as he drew his dagger and severed the extremely tough magical rope.

Nisa scrambled to her feet, dressed as quickly as possible, and said through gritted teeth, "I order you to forget everything you just saw! Otherwise..."

"Calm down, madam. You should worry about the Succubus Queen instead of me; she's the real danger. Alright, enough of this nonsense. Here are some precautions I've compiled. You'd better read them through from beginning to end and memorize them. Don't make any mistakes, or I guarantee your previous ordeal was just an appetizer."

Although Warrent wore a faint smile while saying these words, his words carried a blatant threat.

"Got it! Besides what's on this paper, is there anything else I need to pay attention to?" Nisa quickly flipped through the densely packed tiny print on the paper and asked without looking up.

“One more thing! If the plan goes smoothly, you will lead an army to the front lines to fight against the forces of Heaven. At that time, our Dreadlord will contact you and tell you how to fight this war. And what you have to do is obey his orders one hundred percent. Don’t act on your own initiative, and don’t overexert yourself, understand?” Warrent instructed meaningfully.

"I understand! If I succeed in this, will I be able to regain command of this army?" The female demon lord raised her chin cautiously, probing.

Warren nodded without hesitation: "Yes! According to the agreement, you will once again become a commander second only to the emperor, and if the plan goes smoothly, you will also become the supreme queen of Hell."

“Very good! I will succeed! Even if it’s just to reclaim the rights that should rightfully belong to me!” Nisa clenched her fists tightly and quickly left the room, heading towards the stairs leading downstairs.

Watching her walk away, Warrent's face broke into a mocking smile, and he said mercilessly, "Are all demons this naive? They actually believe they can regain power? Idiot! The day the plan succeeds will be the day you are killed. Zhang Cheng is no longer a simple human being; the darkness within him far exceeds your imagination. Nothing can stop the arrival of darkness. It's either submission or death; there is no third option..."

Chapter 0829 A Lively Morning

At dawn, as the sun rose from the horizon, bringing light to the world, the Phoenix, which had been reveling all night, finally quieted down a little.

Except for a very few guys whose brains were still in an excited state, still hanging out with young and beautiful women and handsome men... or gathering in the casino to vent their boundless energy, most of the rest had already returned to their rooms and were fast asleep, waiting for the even bloodier and more exciting death battle the next night.

Perhaps, as the saying goes, most people live simply to pursue three things: food, sex, and some kind of spiritual satisfaction.

This luxurious cruise ship can satisfy all three needs at the same time.

Especially the underground dwellers with the ability to transform, such as vampires and werewolves, often bring unprecedented excitement to the wealthy. So once they come, they become addicted like addicts, to the point that they can't muster even the slightest interest in ordinary people.

Old Nazes proved with his actions that the so-called "kindness," "freedom," "equality," "compassion," and "justice" values ​​promoted in modern society are nothing but a disguise, a form of self-deception.

When the forces that maintain order completely disappear, humanity will immediately transform into monsters more terrifying than any beast, revealing its truest self from the depths of its being.

Violence!

Blood!

Slaughter!

death!

Only when all the shackles that restrain reason and ethics are broken can people experience a spiritual release that no other entertainment venue can provide, and only then will they become the most loyal customers of this ship.

At that moment, in the most luxurious cabin on the ship, Elizabeth, who had slept for about four or five hours, finally opened her eyes. She struggled to get out of the soft bed, stared wide-eyed at the hundred-dollar cash spread all over the room, and the glittering gold dinars. She covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Oh my God! Last night was crazy! I can't believe I did something so outrageous!"

Clearly, under the influence of alcohol, she simply scattered all her winnings everywhere, creating a sea of ​​green dollars and gold...

Even now, thinking back on it still makes me blush.

Just as the girl was trying to find one or two relatively intact pieces of clothing from a pile of clothes that were almost torn into shreds to put on, the tightly closed door was kicked open with a bang, and Elsa walked in from outside, cursing with two dark circles under her eyes like a panda: "Shit! You damn little bitch, you made me not sleep well all night."

"I made you sleepless?" Elizabeth pointed to her nose, blinking innocently.

"That's right! And the window wasn't even closed!" Elsa complained irritably.

"What?! Damn it!"

Elizabeth quickly turned around and glanced to her right, and sure enough, she found that a window was not closed properly. She immediately showed a shy expression.

Although young women in major American cities are known for their avant-garde and open-mindedness, she couldn't help but feel shocked and embarrassed.

After all, it's one thing for a stranger to overhear something so extremely embarrassing, but it's quite another for your closest sister to hear it.

The former might be awkward for a while and then it will pass quickly, while the latter will probably become a black mark on one's history and be remembered for a lifetime.

"Hmph! Now you know how to be embarrassed?" Elsa curled her lips into a mischievous smile.

"OK! I admit defeat this time! As compensation, I'll help you get a handsome guy tonight, how about it?" Elizabeth's eyes lit up, and she immediately chose to back down and offered a deal.

"No, no, no, one isn't enough, I want two." Elsa licked her lips, looking like she was starving.

"Two?!" Elizabeth gasped in astonishment. "Good heavens! When did you become so promiscuous?"

"It's all because of you two! Let me tell you, I need something exciting right now." Elsa glanced at the messy room and asked uncertainly, "By the way, where's Zhang? I don't see him."

"I don't know. He's always elusive; even I don't know when he'll suddenly disappear or when he'll suddenly reappear." Elizabeth shrugged helplessly.

"Okay, you have to understand that it's inevitable for a man like him to be busy, but we can find something ourselves..."

Before Elsa could finish speaking, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped, and then a portal opened out of thin air, with Zhang Cheng stepping across the threshold and walking out.

Unlike usual, he was now radiating an intense sense of oppression that was indescribable, as if everything around him, including the air, was slowly aging, decaying, and eventually dying.

Nothing can escape!

In just a few seconds, the two girls in the room began to tremble uncontrollably, as if a subconscious force was urging them to run away quickly, or they would die.

"Oh, sorry."

Zhang Cheng undoubtedly realized the terrifying power he was unconsciously releasing and quickly tried to control it.

Before long, the terrifying aura disappeared, and apart from the place where they had stepped, there was nothing else unusual.

"Darling, what just happened? You...you seem a little off!" Elizabeth, completely naked, quickly wrapped herself in a blanket, her eyes filled with terror.

"Don't worry, it's just a small problem, I've already taken care of it," Zhang Cheng said, kissing the girl's forehead to comfort her.

There was no doubt that he didn't want to talk about the new power he had just acquired, or more precisely, the power to manipulate the rules of death.

After several hours of training in the realm of consciousness, he has begun to learn how to influence the rules of death within a limited scope, making them temporarily submit to his will.

This is an extremely powerful force, more complex and difficult to control than any known force.

Most importantly, anyone who exploits the rules of death must pay a corresponding price.

In ancient times, the Grim Reapers on Earth created kingdoms of the dead to pay the price, and won the favor of the entire rule system by massively converting souls into pure death energy.

In contrast, the modern Faust adopted a more direct and brutal approach, killing and sacrificing living people to pay the price for using the rule of death.

However, Laverne clearly did not understand these things, mistakenly believing that Faust's periodic acts of violence were a manifestation of his mind being out of control...

Chapter 0830 Support

After showering and getting dressed, Zhang Cheng quickly led the two young women to the restaurant, ordered three portions of a luxurious breakfast that ordinary people could not even imagine, and then began to eat and chat.

Although these foods may not look particularly appealing, each serving costs as much as six thousand dollars, equivalent to the salary of an average person who doesn't eat or drink for two or three months.

Such an astonishing price almost made Elsa, who was used to spending twenty to thirty dollars a day on meals, cry out.

It must be said that old Nazes definitely took the spending power of the passengers on this ship into full consideration, so he didn't seek the best in anything, but only the most expensive. Even the tips were never less than three hundred dollars. It was simply a veritable money pit.

If nothing unexpected happens, each voyage can bring in at least several million, or even tens of millions of dollars in net profit.

In particular, the large amounts of cash used for consumption and gambling are all processed through the underground banking system, so there is no need to pay a single penny of tax to the US government.

Just as Elsa was carefully enjoying the most expensive breakfast she had ever eaten, old Nazes walked in from outside the restaurant with a beaming smile, placed one hand on his chest, and gave a pretentious bow: "Good morning, Your Excellency, and two beautiful ladies."

"Good morning!" Elizabeth replied politely.

It's obvious that the reason she was willing to talk to him was because she won a lot of money last night.

Elsa, meanwhile, was busy eating and completely ignored the seemingly kind but infamous old man.

As an agent for an underground stronghold, she was not as naive as her younger sister. Not only did she come into contact with all sorts of people every day, but she also learned a lot of inside stories and gossip, and knew how many unlucky people had been dealt with for accidentally provoking Nazes.

It's fair to say that, apart from the more powerful lords, very few ordinary residents of the New York underworld dared to provoke this half-blooded old siren.

Zhang Cheng calmly swallowed a piece of fried egg wrapped around a shrimp, picked up a napkin to wipe the grease from the corner of his mouth, and then looked up to ask, "So, what brings you here so early in the morning?"

“It is like this, Your Excellency.” Old Nazes paused slightly, then said in a rather nervous tone, “This morning I contacted a few colleagues who are also running deathmatch, and three of them are very interested in the league proposal and want to come in person to discuss it.”

“This should be a good thing, shouldn’t it?” Zhang Cheng picked up his cup and took a small sip of hot coffee.

"Yes! But the problem is, they also made a small request, which is to bring their own fighters to participate in tonight's death match and hope that you will host the whole process."

While saying this, Nazes kept looking up to observe Zhang Cheng's reaction, afraid of seeing any anger or displeasure on the other's face.

"Me, host? They're just trying to confirm my level of support for this bloody and brutal competition, aren't they?" Zhang Cheng smiled contemptuously, pursing his lips.

Like all those who operate in the gray area, businessmen in the underworld who engage in illegal business also yearn to escape their awkward situation and gain support and protection from the higher-ups.

As a member of the highest council in North America, he perfectly meets all the requirements for organizing a deathmatch league.

To be precise, all he needs to do is designate a space within his jurisdiction, promise that deathmatch is legal there and that there's no need to worry about being arrested, and before long, people from all over the world who work in this industry will flock there.

Old Nazes nodded with a wry smile: "Yes! They are all a little worried. You know, this is no small business. Once they decide to cooperate, they will have to put up a considerable amount of capital. Before ensuring their personal and property safety, most people have chosen to wait and see, so I think it is necessary to give them some confidence."

“Since we’re going to put on a show, let’s go all the way. Tell them that I not only agree to host tonight’s deathmatch, but I’ll also give the winner a surprise reward.” Zhang Cheng stroked his chin and gave his reply with great interest.

"A prize? What prize!"

Nazes's eyes lit up the moment he heard the word "prize".

He would never forget that sitting in front of him was an alchemy master capable of concocting all sorts of advanced magical potions, even life-extending potions.

"It's a secret for now! The key to a surprise being called a surprise is that it's kept secret. If we tell you beforehand, it won't be a surprise anymore." Zhang Cheng winked mysteriously.

"Hehe! Understood! I'll go and inform everyone right away. When Xianxin and the others hear this news, they'll definitely rush over." With that, the half-blooded old siren bowed again, turned around, and quickly disappeared at the end of the stairs leading to the lower deck.

After watching him leave completely, Elsa put down her knife and fork and asked in a somewhat uncertain tone, "Are you really planning to support him in starting a deathmatch league?"

"Why not? Do you think this competition is too bloody and cruel?" Zhang Cheng shrugged indifferently.

“No, that’s not what I meant. I just think this old guy is too cunning and not trustworthy. As far as I know, he got to where he is today entirely through intrigue, deception, and betrayal. Almost all of his partners either mysteriously disappeared or were slunk out of the game.” Elsa took a deep breath and voiced her concerns.

“You seem to have misunderstood something.” Zhang Cheng shook his head with amusement. “In fact, in this cooperation, Nazes is the weaker party, the one who needs to worry about being kicked out. As for me, to him, I am like an invincible behemoth. All I can do is kneel on the ground and pray that I won’t suddenly swallow up the fruits of his hard work.”

“I don’t understand.” Elsa frowned instinctively.

“Simply put, the underworld is a place where strength reigns supreme. With enough power, you naturally gain more authority and wealth; the former and the latter are causally related, but the latter and the former are not. Do you understand? So as long as I remain stronger than Nazes, he won't entertain the thought of betrayal; it's no different from suicide. Besides, this half-blooded old siren is already halfway to his grave, past his prime, and won't live much longer,” Zhang Cheng explained casually.

"I see." Elsa looked enlightened.

"Alright, let's not talk about these unpleasant things. Let's talk about where to go for fun later..."

Chapter 0831 A Shocking Opening

Gambling, swimming, fishing, surfing, speeding across the sea on a jet ski...

Zhang Cheng spent an entire day completely relaxing his tense nerves, not thinking about anything too complicated, and simply enjoying this rare moment of leisure.