Spellcasting Gods

As darkness fell, several seaplanes landed and docked next to the giant cruise ship.

As the host, Nazes personally came to the deck to welcome his fellow travelers from all over the world, along with their competitors and bodyguards, and to arrange the evening's schedule.

It's important to understand that deathmatch is not just a brutal and bloody competition; it also involves a gambling market worth billions of dollars and tens of thousands of gold dinars. Therefore, it is necessary to use a covert satellite network to transmit live footage to other places so that more people can participate.

To put it bluntly, this is a grand gathering to divide up the spoils, and once an agreement is reached, it will not bring about much change for the next few decades.

More than forty minutes later, the half-blooded old siren tiptoed over and reported in a low voice, "Your Excellency, we have signed a cooperation agreement and arranged eight contestants. We plan to conduct a preliminary simulation of the elimination league tonight."

"Eight people? That means seven matches, until the final winner is decided?" Zhang Cheng picked up his glass and took a sip of the refreshing juice.

“That’s right! Four one-on-one elimination matches, two semi-finals and one final. In addition, we have also invited a professional camera team and commentators to conduct a live broadcast worldwide, which will attract at least 300,000 viewers and bettors.” Nazes explained excitedly, licking his lips.

In the past, if guys like them, who operate on the fringes of the underworld, dared to make such a big move, they would most likely have been thoroughly humiliated by the highest councils of the various continents.

However, with the endorsement of an alchemy master and member of the North American Supreme Council, no warnings have been received so far.

Clearly, this alone shows that they definitely sided with the right powerful backer.

"That sounds interesting. Looks like I'll have to show them some real skills to satisfy their appetites, won't I?" With that, Zhang Cheng lay back in his chair, admiring the magnificent sunset over the distant sea.

……

At 8 p.m., the deck of the giant cruise ship was brightly lit. Most of the guests had been informed that an even more exciting battle would be served soon, so no one wanted to stay in the casino, dance floor, or restaurant.

Moreover, to ensure their identities remained hidden, everyone wore various exquisite metal masks, creating an atmosphere of mystery, absurdity, and strangeness.

In addition, a twelve-person camera crew was also busy setting up high-definition cameras in designated locations to ensure that the best and most perfect footage could be captured.

With everything ready, Zhang Cheng turned around and asked Elizabeth, who was wearing a butterfly mask, with a smile, "Tell me, did you place a bet on that person tonight?"

“That guy in the light purple casual clothes, the one who looks the most relaxed,” the girl pointed to a Black woman on the upper floor.

"Oh? A tribal priest who manipulates souls in battle, you have a good eye." Zhang Cheng's observation skills were extremely sharp, and he immediately noticed the power contained in the strange bone ornaments on the other party's hands and neck.

As the only continent in the world that has maintained its original supernatural form from beginning to end, Africa has always been the last pure land of shamanism, and therefore has produced many people with special abilities such as witch doctors and priests.

In particular, tribal guardian priests who are integrated with the spirits of nature and animals often possess considerable power, and before entering battle form, no one knows what their true abilities are.

"Tribal priest? If I remember correctly, aren't tribal priests supposed to protect their own tribe? Why would they come to participate in this life-or-death struggle?" Elizabeth's eyes revealed doubt and confusion.

"There are only two possibilities! First, her tribe is being threatened; if they don't participate in the competition, they will all be killed. Second, she's a battle maniac, eager to improve her compatibility with controlling souls through intense combat. Alright, you and Elsa stay here for a while; next up is my show."

The words had barely left his mouth!

Zhang Cheng raised his hand and gently wiped his face, and a mask resembling that of Mars, the god of war in ancient Roman temples, or Ares, the god of war in Greek mythology, instantly covered his face.

After doing all this, he calmly walked to the center of the arena, raised the staff disguised as the Supreme Authority, and knocked hard on the iron cage. He then shouted loudly through amplification magic: "Everyone! I think you must all be impatient! Eager to see a fierce battle and a scene of flying flesh and blood. But before that, I have one more thing to do, which is to create a perfect arena, a grave worthy of the warriors' final resting place."

"Create an arena?"

One of the organizers, who brought contestants to the competition, subconsciously frowned, clearly not liking this kind of impromptu performance that wasn't part of the script.

Before he could react, Zhang Cheng raised his supreme authority high, and at the same time, the alchemical stone emitted a dazzling light.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

……

Accompanied by a series of deafening sounds and vibrations, a sizable island slowly rose from the seabed!

Such a shocking scene left not only the wealthy businessmen and politicians from the ordinary world speechless, but even the residents of the underworld involuntarily held their breath.

Just when everyone thought that this island rising from the seabed would be the venue for the competition, huge white marble blocks rose from the ground at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye, and in less than five minutes, a replica exactly like the ancient Roman Colosseum was erected, even including the exquisite carvings on it.

Without a doubt, this is a perfect combination of magic and alchemy!

It is a miracle that only the most outstanding alchemists can create!

"Oh my God! This is absolutely insane! How... how did he do that?" Old Nazes covered his face, completely incoherent.

Although he was mentally prepared, knowing that Zhang Cheng would cause some big commotion, he never expected it to go so far.

Look at those spectators standing motionless on the deck. The game hasn't even started yet, but their rationality has already been completely destroyed. Their minds are probably blank right now.

Gazing at the grand arena he had created, Zhang Cheng nodded in satisfaction and muttered to himself, "Not bad! It seems I've reached the limit in energy control, but the matter-to-energy conversion rate still needs improvement."

Chapter 0832 A Sacrifice Offered to Death

"Shit! Create an island out of thin air in the sea, and then build an ancient Roman amphitheater on it?! I don't even dare to dream about such a thing! Is this something a human being can do?"

"This is shocking! Is this the power of the members of the Underworld's Supreme Council? No wonder they can control the world from the shadows! With such power, what can't they do?"

"It was worth it! Just seeing this scene made me feel like this trip was definitely worthwhile!"

"I can feel my blood boiling! Come on! Let's have a bloodbath and death!"

"Blood! I need blood! Give me crimson blood!"

……

After a brief silence, a violent roar and howl erupted from the crowd, like a volcanic eruption. Everyone was like a madman, waving their arms and venting their emotions, completely disregarding any sense of decorum or manners.

Soon, these guys rushed along a stone bridge extending from the reef and into the empty stands of the grand arena.

Meanwhile, the photography team had to remove the fixed cameras and reposition them in various corners of the stadium.

About twenty minutes later, everyone, including the eight contestants, was waiting. Zhang Cheng then stood in the middle of the field, spread his arms, and shouted in a passionate tone: "Ladies and gentlemen!"

More than two thousand years ago in ancient Rome, there was a group of brave and fearless gladiators.

They risked their lives to win freedom and glory, presenting the people of the time with one spectacular match after another.

Today, we will recreate this scene, relive that thrilling battle.

Next, please welcome our first two contestants: a shapeshifter from the Balkans and a death priest from ancient Egypt.

Amidst the thunderous cheers from the stands, two middle-aged men dressed differently slowly approached the center of the arena, their eyes revealing an undisguised, icy killing intent.

Because they all knew very well that they had no way out. Once it started, one of them would inevitably fall forever, and only the victor would be qualified to survive and enter the next round.

Of course, unlike the gladiators of ancient Rome, the participants in deathmatches were not slaves, and most of them were there of their own free will, so there was virtually no coercion.

Sensing the rising fighting spirit of the two contestants, Zhang Cheng took a few steps back and announced directly, "The match begins!"

moment!

The shapeshifter leaped forward and pounced on its opponent. As it jumped, its entire body rapidly transformed, and when it landed, it was no longer in human form, but a gigantic brown bear-dog.

Especially its mouthful of sharp teeth; if you get bitten, you'll be crippled even if you don't die.

"Hatura!"

The death priest from Egypt raised his hand and uttered a strange syllable.

next second!

The sand and gravel on the ground suddenly began to spin at high speed, forming a powerful tornado that forcefully engulfed the huge brown bear dog.

In less than a few seconds, the high-speed moving sand tore through the thick fur, and large amounts of blood and bits of flesh were scattered in all directions with the tornado, forming a horrifying blood mist.

However, the brown bear dog was so large that, although the bloody wounds looked extremely horrific, they were actually all superficial injuries and did not pose a real threat to the internal organs or bones.

In the blink of an eye, it broke free from the tornado's obstruction, opened its blood-red maw, and lunged straight at its opponent's neck, intending to deliver a fatal blow and end this opening battle.

"Hmph! Foolish beasts will never understand the greatness of death." The priest sneered, and without warning, he pulled a handful of what looked like ashes from his pocket and gently tossed it up.

Woo-woo-woo-woo

Wherever the dust passed, more than twenty mummies, their bodies wrapped in bandages, stood up, emitting low growls that were difficult to decipher.

The poor shapeshifter had no time to react before being pounced on by the horde of mummies. No matter how much he struggled, it was all in vain. He could only watch helplessly as the strange-smelling bandages wrapped around him tighter and tighter until he was strangled to death.

Just when the audience thought the first battle was over, the priest calmly walked up to his dying opponent, took out a strangely shaped dagger, and slowly cut open his stomach to remove the bloody internal organs, demonstrating the entire process of making a mummy.

bloody!

cruel!

They have no mercy!

As he turned to leave, the brown bear dog, its body wrapped in bandages, stood up and followed behind him like a real dog.

"Damn it! He turned my people into zombies?!" One of the organizers suddenly stood up from his seat, his eyes blazing with fury.

After all, killing your opponent is one thing, but taking their corpse is another.

"Calm down, my friend! You should understand that these contestants always have various motives. As long as they can satisfy the audience's thirst for blood and killing, whatever they do in the competition is their freedom." Old Nazes raised his glass full of red wine and advised meaningfully.

Zhang Cheng, who had just announced the start of the second match, instantly teleported to the stands and nodded approvingly: "That's right! We shouldn't restrict the players' performance in the match; we should even encourage those who can bring more bloodshed and excitement. Only in this way can we attract more people to participate and make it the most influential event in the underworld. Just look at the enthusiastic reaction from the audience, and you'll know how much people love this kind of scene."

If you look closely, you will find a black line on the back of his right hand that appears and disappears, as if it were alive.

Clearly, this is not an ordinary magical tattoo or anything like that, but a mark that appears when one makes a sacrifice to the rules of death.

Unlike Faust, who paid the price in this way, Zhang Cheng did not intend to create massacres in densely populated areas every now and then. Instead, he chose to use the high-quality souls generated from life-and-death battles to win the favor of the rules of death.

Depending on their mental state before death, the quality of a soul can be divided into different grades. The highest grade is undoubtedly that of a person with a firm will who will not change his mind no matter what kind of pain or setbacks he suffers. Society usually calls such people heroes or great men, and they are rare and hard to come by.

In contrast, the next level refers to those who are fearless in the face of death, daring to perish together with their opponents, or who generously face death.

Those who participate in deathmatch clearly belong to the second category—the ideal sacrifices offered to death…

Chapter 0833 Prizes

As one brave and fearless contestant after another fell into a pool of blood, Zhang Cheng could even clearly feel the power of death gathering around his body, radiating an emotion like cheering and jumping for joy.

Of course, this is just a metaphor and description. The rule of death actually has no emotion. It is more like an objective law often mentioned in books, which has existed since the birth of the world and even the entire universe, and ensures that everything will eventually return to eternal death.

However, by using a method similar to a loophole, Zhang Cheng paid the price by sacrificing his soul, making the rules of death favor him more and subject them to his will to a certain extent.

As the black line on his arm grew deeper and clearer, a strange light flashed in his eyes. Just as he was about to try to control and use this power, Nazes, who was sitting next to him, suddenly leaned closer and said excitedly, "Your Excellency, I just received some exciting news. Guess how many people are watching our live stream so far, and how many have placed bets?"

"How much?" Zhang Cheng asked casually.

"Five hundred thousand people! A full five hundred thousand people watched tonight's match via live stream. According to the feedback from the scene, everyone was like a madman, completely absorbed in the bloody battle. Moreover, the total betting amount reached a staggering fifty-four thousand gold dinars and over thirty-three billion US dollars. Without a doubt, we have achieved an unprecedented success," the half-blooded siren excitedly gave the answer.

I can't help but get excited!

This is almost fifteen to twenty times the profit he made on a single voyage before!