Spellcasting Gods

"News? What news!" Zhang Cheng frowned subconsciously, glancing at the digital clock and calendar hanging on the table at home.

It turned out that ten days had passed since he entered the seal.

"Of course, it's news that will embarrass the Americans! As you requested, I've already released the video footage of the negotiations online. Right now, the whole world is in a state of panic and chaos. In less than two days, American military bases around the world have been attacked by terrorists one after another. Now everyone knows that they lost more than 10,000 troops in Iraq, as well as electronic equipment worth hundreds of billions of dollars," Leonid explained gleefully.

"Oh? They didn't cause you any trouble!" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows in slight surprise and quickly turned on the TV to the 24-hour news.

As expected, almost all English-language media outlets broadcast the more than one-hour-long White House office video.

With the assistance of artificial intelligence programs, the US government can no longer easily manipulate the media and public opinion to cover up the facts as it used to, and can only desperately try to manage public relations.

"Heh heh! Looking for trouble with us? No, they don't have time for that now. As far as I know, the US is in complete chaos right now. A few old hardliners were shouting that we must never compromise with terrorists, but they died in various accidents in less than twelve hours."

"Let me guess, this must be the work of those behind-the-scenes conglomerates, right?"

"That's right! Just as you predicted, they're scared and have exposed their weakest side to the whole world. Based on my experience, American hegemony won't last long..."

Chapter 0851 A Chaotic World

"Heh, as expected. Remember, we are now truly in a critical period of change, where anything can happen. The decline of American hegemony means many things, and if handled properly, the whole world will be under our control..."

While enjoying the White House spokesperson's embarrassing moment as he was grilled by reporters, Zhang Cheng subtly hinted at something with a knowing smile.

confusion!

It is a vacuum state formed after the retreat of the forces of order, and a paradise for schemers and ambitious people.

Unless one or two countries can achieve absolute hegemony in military, cultural, financial, and technological fields, the world of ordinary people will be trapped in endless struggles from which they cannot extricate themselves.

Next, in some sensitive areas, conflicts will almost certainly escalate, and proxy wars between major powers may even break out.

Leonid was undoubtedly well aware of this, and nodded seriously: "I understand! But right now, no country in the world is qualified to challenge the United States. Shouldn't we provide some subsidies to those countries that are willing to challenge the United States' hegemonic position?"

“Sponsorship? You mean…” Zhang Cheng asked with great interest.

“It’s very simple! We can send some necessary funds or technological support to the Far East. Only in this way can the political games between the world’s major powers restrain each other and ensure that our subsequent plans can be implemented smoothly,” Leonid cautiously suggested.

As an elite left behind by the disintegrated red empire, he was well aware that with the arrival of the new century, ideological disputes gradually faded away, replaced by disputes over nationalism and religious culture.

In this respect, the only countries that can rival Europe and the United States are the two major powers located in the Far East.

Although one of them has disintegrated, it still possesses sufficient capital, and with the newly elected president's ambition to restore the Soviet Union's status as a major power on the international stage, it is fully capable of restraining NATO's power.

The other country, on the other hand, has experienced rapid economic growth and unleashed astonishing industrial capacity. With just a little advanced technology, it can catch up and significantly weaken the United States' influence in East Asia and even the Western Pacific.

"Tell me your plan," Zhang Cheng said, a look of interest on his face.

Although he has, to some extent, gained control over the forces behind the United States, the problem is that this control is not direct, but rather through some so-called "allies."

As is well known, allies will eventually become enemies for various reasons.

Therefore, cultivating a group of potential enemies for your friends is often a very good option.

"I hope to provide the North with some financial and sales channel support. Simply put, it's about buying weapons from them and then reselling them to war-torn regions. I believe this money will help their economies recover quickly. As for the South, I'd like to provide some technical data from our database, especially regarding aircraft and warships..."

"That sounds good, so let's go with your idea for now. But be careful not to reveal too much advanced technology, you know what I mean, right?"

Zhang Cheng hesitated for a moment, then quickly agreed to the other party's plan.

In any case, this Earth is dominated by magic, and unless technology advances to the age of space colonization, it is impossible for it to pose a threat to magic that is so powerful that it is unbelievable.

Therefore, releasing a little bit of the advanced technology brought back from the Marvel Universe will not only not harm oneself, but may even bring some benefits.

“Thank you for your trust! Please rest assured, I will handle things appropriately. Oh, by the way, there’s one more piece of news I need to inform you. Abu Musab al-Zarqawi was killed three days ago by U.S. Delta Force, in his own stronghold.” Leonid added before hanging up.

Zhang Cheng was clearly not surprised by this, and sneered sarcastically, "Interesting! This is truly interesting! Is this the holy war they've been advocating? Tell me, who betrayed him?"

“A guy named Abu Omar, one of Zarqawi’s most important aides. Now, he has inherited Zarqawi’s legacy and plans to take advantage of the weakened US military presence in Iraq and the inability to use a large number of electronic devices to actively expand his power,” Leonid answered with a half-smile.

Without a doubt, in the eyes of this Slavic old man, these extremist religious terrorists were like a bunch of barbarians and clowns who simply did not understand how much the war had changed in just a decade or two, and how so-called guerrilla warfare was no longer as effective as before.

If a few major military powers were willing to tear off their hypocritical masks, they could flatten the entire Middle East in no time.

Upon hearing this news, Zhang Cheng nodded in satisfaction: "Very good! Continue to sell them more weapons! Turn that land into a complete hell! If necessary, you can give them a push from behind to further expand the scale of the war. I hope to see a protracted and brutal war that will never end."

"As you wish!"

……

Just as a storm was brewing in the American political arena, an unprecedented party was taking place in a manor house on the outskirts of New York.

Apart from a few generals from the Pentagon, the rest of the attendees were all executives of the United States military-industrial complex and shareholders of various companies.

They gathered together not for anything else, but to celebrate a huge military procurement contract.

That's right!

This multi-billion dollar arms purchase is intended to replace electronic components destroyed or damaged in thermonuclear warhead explosions.

Although it was an unimaginable loss for the United States as a whole, so much so that White House officials were prepared to resign and face impeachment by the congressmen.

But for companies in the US military-industrial complex, this was a windfall. Some even openly praised Zarqawi, who launched the terrorist attack, and hoped that such things would happen a few more times.

As long as they can get more orders from the Department of Defense, these capitalists don't care how much debt and fiscal deficit the United States has.

It may sound strange, but in reality, besides the losses suffered by the US government, the military gained more and more advanced equipment, generals profited handsomely from this procurement, defense companies made profits, workers received adequate wages, and the stock prices of defense companies soared in the financial markets, bringing benefits to investors...

It's a win-win situation!

Of course, among these greedy humans, there was an anomaly, or more precisely, a terrifying black dragon.

She was none other than Princess Onyxia, who had inherited her deceased husband's estate.

This beautiful woman, dressed in a sexy black evening gown and exuding a mature and alluring aura, was surrounded by at least seven or eight suitors, including current government military and political officials and business tycoons. Even a few young men in their early twenties were deeply infatuated with her, hoping to become her devoted followers.

They had no idea what a dangerous and terrifying creature they were dealing with...

Chapter 0852 Unexpected Situations

"Ms. Katlana, your investment acumen is truly admirable. In just six months, you have tripled your total assets. You are simply a model of beauty and wisdom combined," a middle-aged man in his forties with meticulously combed hair flattered with a smile.

Like all shrewd "simps" in the world, he understood that most women are emotional and prefer sweet talk to genuine professional evaluations, whether they are smart or foolish.

It's important to understand that "simps" actually come in different levels. The lowest level is like those idiots who have no bottom line and are treated like slaves or servants, happily being ordered around by women. In the end, they either end up with nothing or become the ones left holding the bag.

But a truly sophisticated sycophant, like this rather handsome middle-aged man, knows when to say what and do what to maximize a woman's favor and even provoke her restless heart.

“You flatter me, Mr. Carter. I was just lucky,” the Black Dragon Princess replied with a polite smile.

Just as she had used in Stormwind, she continued to use the name Katrana Prestor and successfully infiltrated the country's upper echelons.

Although he hasn't reached the point where he can influence the political situation, he has already stepped into this circle.

If she wanted, she could simply give those high-ranking officials in the Ministry of Defense a little hint, and they would immediately kneel down and lick her toes, without even needing to use magic.

Heaven!

A true paradise!

In Onyxia's eyes, America was the place she had always dreamed of, a place where she could pursue the career she had failed to achieve in Stormwind.

“No! No! No! You’re too modest, ma’am. Your talent in financial investment has been recognized throughout Wall Street. If you need it, I think almost every investment bank and securities firm would be willing to offer you a high salary to serve as a member of their management team.” Another slightly younger guy quickly stepped forward and took the initiative in the conversation from his competitor.

As the saying goes, goddesses belong to everyone, so why should only you be able to admire them?

Suddenly, these men, who were in heat due to the influence of their lower bodies, began to display their demeanor, eloquence, knowledge, status, and influence in their respective industries like peacocks spreading their tails.

Onyxia, on the other hand, effortlessly obtained the information she needed, and quickly left under the pretext of going to the restroom, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

Just as she was standing in front of the mirror in the women's restroom, admiring her beautiful appearance and enviable figure, a figure suddenly appeared in the mirror.

However, the Black Dragon Princess did not show the slightest panic. Instead, she first switched to the dragon's eyes to inspect the partitioned room. After confirming that there was no one else behind, she teased in a rather lazy voice, "How did you get in? If I remember correctly, didn't you go to Africa a while ago to do some ridiculous humanitarian aid?"

“First of all, how I got in is none of your business. Secondly, I’m doing humanitarian aid to better experience the world and life.” As she spoke, the intruder took off her hood, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful face.

She was none other than the demon hunter Hilna.

"Speak, what do you want?" Onyxia asked without turning her head as she touched up her makeup.

"Something has happened to your descendants!" the elf replied, smoothing her platinum-gold hair.

"My descendants?" The Black Dragon Princess frowned subconsciously, suddenly having a bad feeling.

“That’s right! Remember those dragon eggs that Master sold? One of them, after hatching, grew at an astonishing rate due to some unknown magical ritual, and became increasingly violent, cruel, and cunning. About a week ago, this female dragon killed her owner and successfully escaped into Everglades National Park in Florida.” Hilna quickly stated her purpose.

But Onyxia sneered and curled her lip: "What does this have to do with me? Do you expect me to go and save her?"

The demon hunter gently shook his head: "No, what I mean is, she seems to retain some memories of Azeroth in her mind, and even clearly called out her mother's name, which is you."

"What?!" The Black Dragon Princess's expression changed drastically in an instant.

As a dragon yearning to shed her past and be reborn, her greatest fear is that her identity will be exposed, forcing her to return to a life of hiding and running away.

“It’s quite surprising, isn’t it? To be honest, I’m quite surprised too. Unlike her siblings, she knows where she comes from and what her identity is. So I think this is an uncertain factor that needs to be eliminated as soon as possible,” Hilna advised seriously.

As a fellow stowaway from Azeroth who had even died once, she didn't want outsiders to know about the world of Azeroth.

"Damn it! I hate unexpected situations. When I find this annoying little brat, I'll snap her neck myself." Onyxia didn't care about makeup at the moment, stuffing her things into her bag and cursing under her breath.

“Time is of the essence! We must find her before those inhabitants of the underworld find your descendants.” With that, Hilna took out a small vial of nearly dried dragon blood from her bosom. “This is the blood she shed when she was wounded in battle; I believe it will be very useful to you.”

“Of course! With this, I can find her in a few hours.” The Black Dragon Princess opened the stopper, gently sniffed the scent of blood, and quickly cast a teleportation spell, disappearing from the spot.

next second!

Together with the demon hunter, she appeared out of thin air deep in the vast swamp and casually snapped the neck of a crocodile that rushed up to try and take advantage of the situation.

Sensing the lingering energy and scent in the air, Onyxia's face quickly contorted into a sinister smile as she muttered to herself, "Ah! That cunning little bastard is hiding nearby! I can smell the remnants of her hunt."

“I also saw traces of magic! She’s growing faster than I thought! And the tracker is not far behind us.” Hilna suddenly drew her twin blades from behind her back and assumed a fighting stance.

Because she understood that what she needed to do next was not to track down the baby dragon, but to stay and keep these inhabitants of the underworld occupied, ensuring that they would never know the truth.

"Hmph! Don't worry! I'll have everything sorted out in ten minutes at most."

Without a word, the Black Dragon Princess transformed into a giant black dragon and soared into the air, skimming across the water teeming with crocodiles and pythons, following the trail left behind by the young dragon after its hunt.

Chapter 0853 The Chase

Feeling the strong airflow blowing across her cheeks, Onyxia, who hadn't transformed into her dragon form in a long time, squinted her eyes, searching for the unique aura of a black dragon.

As the source of her bloodline, she could sense that there was a descendant of her own hidden in this vast, boundless swamp.