Spellcasting Gods

Clearly, these soldiers were not directly under the Pacific base, but rather a combat squad temporarily formed in Iraq. Therefore, they did not know Zhang Cheng's true identity and only thought that he might be like them, hired by the organization to carry out some special missions.

"Shut up!" Scalpel snapped at his companion, then looked up and stared with his brown eyes for a full minute before solemnly saying, "If you can really get Old Gun to stand up unharmed, I promise I'll worship you like a god."

"Excellent! Don't blink, a miracle is about to happen."

The words had barely left his mouth!

Zhang Cheng's fingers suddenly released a golden light, hovering above the blood-filled abdominal cavity.

In the blink of an eye, the newly stitched hole healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only an ugly suture embedded in the flesh.

Everyone present who witnessed this scene had their pupils suddenly contract, and their expressions were as if they had seen a ghost.

Gudong!

With the sound of swallowing, the guy who had previously called Zhang Cheng crazy cautiously probed, "You... how did you do that?"

“Sorry, it’s a secret. You’re not qualified to know yet.” Zhang Cheng gave the other person a meaningful look, then said to the scalpel, “Well, can you start fulfilling your promise now?”

"call……"

The scalpel closed its eyes and took a deep breath.

moment!

An invisible thread tightly connects his spiritual world with Zhang Cheng's, while continuously providing a complex energy called the energy of faith.

Through this tiny thread, Zhang Cheng could easily enter the other person's mind, convey some information to them, and understand what the brain was thinking and their emotions at that moment.

With the connection of faith, the divinity within him, which had been dormant for most of the time, seemed to be suddenly activated, continuously transforming the power of faith into divine power.

However, none of the above are the most important. The most important thing is that this man, codenamed Scalpel, did not essentially regard him as a truly unique guardian deity, but merely as a spiritual sustenance, a kind of worship of supernatural power itself.

Through this test, Zhang Cheng finally understood that so-called faith does not require a very devout and single-minded attitude, as he had previously imagined.

On the contrary, this is just a means for God to deceive mortals. As long as the two maintain a spiritual connection, the emotional fluctuations that mortals experience in their daily lives will generate magical energy through their souls and continuously supply the God.

This also explains why, in the early history of this magical Earth, neither the ancient Greek gods nor the Norse gods cared whether mortals served them devoutly, but allowed them to pray to the corresponding gods when needed.

Besides, absorbing too much of the energy from these beliefs is actually not a good thing.

Because it originates from the complex thoughts and emotions of mortals, during the process of absorption and transformation, one will inevitably listen to or feel it, and sooner or later be affected, or even do some extremely crazy things.

Turning the pages of myths from around the world, it's easy to discover all sorts of absurd actions taken by the gods...

Chapter 0838 Impotent Rage

Just as Zhang Cheng discovered the secret hidden behind faith through a small experiment, Yelena, who had been traversing narrow alleys for six or seven minutes, finally caught up with the enemy who fired a deadly armor-piercing bullet at her.

Squinting at the U.S. desert camouflage worn by the sniper, she immediately frowned and asked, "Who are you? Iraqi troops? Or the CIA?"

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!

The other party clearly didn't want to answer the question, and simply raised his pistol and fired all the bullets in the magazine in one go.

Unfortunately, all the bullets encountered the obstruction of a mysterious force field within half a meter of the body, and ultimately hovered in mid-air, neither being deflected nor falling to the ground.

Such a bizarre scene not only left the sniper who fired the shot sweating profusely, but also caused shock and fear to appear on the face of the ordinary-looking man next to him.

There's no way I can not be afraid!

When faced with unknown forces, especially supernatural forces, even specially trained professionals cannot completely control their emotions.

After all, for a long time, people's common sense was that guns and bullets could kill all life on Earth.

If one bullet isn't enough, fire another magazine; if the power is too weak, switch to larger caliber bullets.

But now, a little girl who looks about thirteen or fourteen years old is standing in front of him, first blocking a 12.7 mm armor-piercing bullet, and then making eleven pistol bullets hover in mid-air.

The latter, in particular, clearly knew some inside information. He was trembling all over and kept glancing at the sky out of the corner of his eye, as if he was pinning all his hopes on the reinforcements that were about to arrive.

"Aha! It seems he was the mastermind, and you were just a clueless idiot. Farewell, American soldier."

As the last word escaped her lips, Yelena abruptly drew her handgun and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

boom!

After a gunshot, the poor white sniper fell to the ground, a hole in his forehead, his brain matter mixed with blood splattered everywhere.

“How pathetic, isn’t it? Someone who knows nothing has no right to live in our world,” Yelena said coldly.

As she turned her gun on the remaining guy, preparing to threaten him and see if she could extract some useful information, the sound of a propeller spinning rapidly suddenly came from afar.

next second...

Da da da da da!

The high-speed rotating six-barreled Vulcan cannon, firing thousands of rounds per minute, covered an area of ​​less than fifteen meters between the two men.

"Fuck! Why are you taking so long?" The man dressed in civilian clothes turned around and ran away, cursing loudly.

Above him, a Longbow Apache attack helicopter had just arrived and was strafing Yelena in an attempt to eliminate this extremely dangerous target.

Through spy satellites, they had witnessed the incredible scene just now, so they were very clear about how dangerous the enemy was, even beyond the comprehension of common sense.

But before the pilot could adjust his position and launch the air-to-ground missile, the soldier in the co-pilot's seat suddenly rolled his eyes, and with lightning speed, grabbed the control stick and pushed it forward forcefully.

boom!

The armed helicopter, which was already flying at insufficient altitude, collided directly with a nearby residential building, turning into a dazzling, huge fireball. Parts, including the propeller, flew everywhere, injuring many civilians living nearby.

"Shit! Headquarters! Calling headquarters! Bird has crashed! I need backup! More backup!" The unlucky guy caught in the blast struggled to his feet and roared into the microphone.

Even without looking, he knew that the helicopter crash was definitely related to the other party's strange abilities.

Unfortunately, before anyone could reply from the other end of the microphone, Yelena sneered through the thick smoke, "Sorry, you won't get to wait for the next wave of reinforcements, you little rat from the CIA."

As a highly trained intelligence officer, if she still couldn't recognize the other party's identity at this point, she could just retire and go home to enjoy her old age.

"I'm warning you! Don't mess around! Otherwise, the United States of America will not let you off the hook! No matter who you are or what organization you work for, we will eventually catch you." The middle-aged man said fiercely, making a last-ditch effort.

"Hmph! You think everyone's afraid of America? No, you fools, you're the ones who haven't figured things out yet. The master is not someone you guys can afford to mess with."

Having said that, Yelena gave them no further chance to speak, pulling the trigger and blowing their heads off. Picking up the blood- and brain-splattered communication device, she warned in a completely emotionless voice, "I have a suggestion for you: you'd better immediately stop all investigations and actions against us. Otherwise, I guarantee that if there's a next time, your partners, family, and friends will all pay the price. Especially you, dear Bernard, we know you're in charge of this operation."

"What?! How did she know all this?!"

In an office at the headquarters in Virginia, an elderly man with gray hair stares at the images transmitted back to him on an electronic screen, his eyes filled with disbelief.

To maintain secrecy, very few people knew about this operation, and it even involved the deployment of US troops stationed in Iraq. The goal was simply to find out who was supporting this mysterious force that had recently been making waves on the international intelligence stage.

But now, the other party is not only unharmed, but has also revealed his identity as the highest-ranking person in a single sentence.

There's a traitor?!

He immediately thought of this and began to scan the entire room with a suspicious look, trying to find the traitor.

"Stop looking! Our eyes are everywhere! Your every move is under our surveillance."

Just as Yelena finished speaking these meaningful words, the image transmitted via satellite to the electronic screen suddenly cut off.

"Damn it! Can someone explain this to me? Where's the satellite? What's going on with our satellite? And who leaked my identity information?" Bernard kicked over the table, bursting into impotent rage.

After all, as a high-ranking CIA official, no one understood better than him what everything that had just happened meant.

An organization of unknown origin hijacked the signal of a US spy satellite and even hacked into the internal network to observe the live feed of this office.

Even more terrifying is that now that his identity has been exposed, his family and friends may face danger and retaliation in the future...

Chapter 0839 Fallujah

Fallujah is located in Anbar province, Iraq’s largest province, 69 kilometers west of the capital Baghdad, and has a population of about 400,000.

It is said that there are more than 200 mosques in the city and its surrounding villages, thus earning it the reputation of the city of mosques.

The vast majority of residents living in this area are devout Sunni Muslims.

After the US military destroyed the Iraqi government, this place has been the site of the fiercest resistance, with the people repeatedly clashing with the US troops and even successfully driving out the US military, which is known as the strongest military force on earth.

Currently, the city is controlled by Abu Musab al-Zarqawi, Osama bin Laden's deputy and al-Qaeda's notorious third-in-command.

He has 500 core members and more than 5,000 militants from all over the world who have come to participate in the "jihad." He is also constantly sending people to infiltrate the whole of Iraq, trying to cause more casualties and panic to the Americans by using more car bombs, suicide attacks, long-range sniping, and other means, in an attempt to replicate the classic case of Afghanistan driving out the Soviet invaders through guerrilla warfare.

Unfortunately, this idiot with a head full of extreme religious ideas simply doesn't understand that the Soviet Union's decision to withdraw back then wasn't because the so-called "holy war" was so powerful.

Instead, most of the world, including NATO led by the United States, was conspiring to destroy the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, one of the two poles of the Cold War.

Without substantial external supplies and military aid, those ignorant masses who regarded a tattered book written over a thousand years ago in the Middle Ages as sacred texts, or even as laws, norms of daily conduct, and moral principles, even if they were all wiped out, would not pose much of a problem for the Soviet Union.

Of course, these self-proclaimed devout believers are completely unaware that whether it is ancient Judaism or the later derived Christianity and Islam, their original roots are actually puppets supported by the forces of Heaven on earth.

The Crusades launched under the guise of faith were nothing more than the Heavenly forces replenishing their souls by inciting mortals to kill each other, while they themselves reaped the benefits.

What's even more ridiculous is that the God who was regarded as the only and omnipotent creator in the roots of the three religions was torn to pieces by the native gods of the earth in that earth-shattering prehistoric war, leaving not even a complete corpse behind.

At present, what is enshrined in the altar at the center of Heaven is merely the heart of this Lord of Heaven.

Sitting in the car, Zhang Cheng looked out at the scenery on both sides of the street with great interest, and commented with a smile: "It seems that the armed men who occupied this city did a good job. It doesn't seem as chaotic as I imagined."

“Of course! Zarqawi is not a terrorist in the ordinary sense. He and his men seem to be secretly plotting to establish a state, a true Islamic caliphate composed of Sunni Muslims.” Yelena, sitting in the passenger seat, pursed her lips, revealing an expression that was hard to tell whether it was sarcastic or mocking.

"Islamic State? ISIS!"

Countless memories flashed through Zhang Cheng's mind in an instant, and he immediately realized who this Abu Musab al-Zarqawi really was.

According to the history of the previous ordinary Earth, Zarqawi would have died in a US military raid two years later, in June 2006.

In October of the same year, his successor, Abu Omar Baghdadi, announced the establishment of the "Islamic State of Iraq," abbreviated as "ISIS," which shocked the world.

"What, are you interested in this guy? If so, I can help introduce you. In fact, some of the weapons and ammunition they use are supplied by us. In return, we can buy the crude oil and minerals extracted from their occupied territories at extremely low prices," Yelena explained meaningfully.

Given that the Pacific underground base has several automated production lines capable of producing various calibers and types of light weapons and ammunition, including pistols, shotguns, submachine guns, rifles, sniper rifles, light machine guns, heavy machine guns, rocket launchers, grenade launchers, artillery shells, and mortars, it was only natural that they would start doing arms business.

Moreover, the equipment provided by Hydra is exceptionally advanced, producing weapons and ammunition of exceptionally high quality at relatively low prices, thus opening the door to the arms market in just a few months.

Zhang Cheng smiled noncommittally and shook his head: "Let's skip meeting him. If it's convenient, tell me what kind of person he is."

“Hmm—how to describe him?” Yelena hesitated for a few seconds before answering with some uncertainty: “To outsiders, he’s a crazy and cunning religious terrorist who constantly carries out horrific terrorist attacks. But in the eyes of most Sunni Muslims, he’s a hero, a hero who dares to resist invaders. Furthermore, he has a completely different set of principles; he not only harbors extreme hatred for Western countries but also advocates the extermination of fellow Shia Muslims. In his mind, heretics deserve to die more than infidels…”

"Heretics deserve to die more than heretics?!" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

In his view, this strategy is strikingly similar to the one proposed by a certain "bald-headed chairman" who advocated for internal pacification before external resistance.

"That's right! You didn't know that, did you? In Fallujah, if you are a non-Muslim or a foreigner, as long as your country and government did not participate in the invasion of Iraq, you can continue to live here without any problems. The only restriction is that you must pay extra taxes on time, just like how Islamic religious countries used to tax Christians. But if you are a Shiite, you will probably be arrested and executed very soon."