Spellcasting Gods

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Meanwhile, on Long Island, New York, Zhang Cheng, who had just returned home using teleportation magic, poured Lavern a glass of mead while he sat on the sofa and asked with a half-smile, "You're here in my house, you must be asking if that organization was my doing, right?"

“You’re always so smart! Don’t worry, I’m not here to interrogate you, I just want to know the truth and then decide how to handle it.” Lavern raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Okay, I admit it, this organization is indeed under my control." Zhang Cheng readily admitted.

He understood that lying at this point was pointless; given the power the other side possessed, it was only a matter of time before they discovered the truth, so he might as well remain silent.

"Why do you want to do this? Isn't becoming a member of the highest council of the underworld enough to satisfy you?" Lavern looked puzzled and confused.

"No, you misunderstand. I just wanted to establish my own intelligence network to facilitate searching and investigating information. As for this bold operation, it was mainly because the US government kept buzzing around me like an annoying fly, and I gave them a little lesson out of impatience," Zhang Cheng explained, half-jokingly.

"I see. Now I know what to do." Lavern nodded thoughtfully, put down the empty cup, and turned to leave.

Watching him disappear completely through the portal, Zhang Cheng sneered and muttered to himself, "I don't know if it's just my imagination, but the situation in this world is starting to spiral out of control. It seems I need to speed up my plans."

The words had barely left his mouth!

A note written on parchment suddenly appeared out of thin air in his palm.

The inscription above, written in an ancient demonic language, read: "The war has begun; the time is ripe to conquer Hell."

"Aha! So it's finally starting! It's time to reveal our trump card and take these two worlds, which are closely connected to Earth, into our possession as bases for war and logistics."

After saying this, Zhang Cheng instantly located the coordinates, tore through space, and arrived in the bustling hell.

Before he could even appreciate the bustling scene around him, Warren rushed over and reported at breakneck speed, "Breaking news! The demon legions and angel legions have finally broken out into a full-scale war. In less than two days, millions of demons and angels have died. Now, the entire Hell has issued a call to arms, and almost all the lords have personally led their armies to join the fight. It's time to deliver a fatal blow from behind."

"Supreme Master! Please allow me to lead the vanguard to conquer territories for you! This world will surely belong to the Legion!" A lord of the Abyss roared as he moved his massive body.

Chaos, war, killing and death!

All of this put every nerve in its body in a state of extreme excitement, and the evil fire burning above its head was even higher and more intense than usual.

"No! It should be left to me! I swear, I will deliver a glorious victory for you." Another dreadlord hurriedly echoed, pledging his loyalty.

Although these guys initially only agreed to Zhang Cheng's terms in order to get a chance to be resurrected.

But as the plan progressed, they quickly realized that breaking away from the powerful rule of the Dark Titan Sargeras and the Deceiver Kil'jaeden wasn't entirely a bad thing; at least their status had improved, and they could still do what they loved most.

The impending war, in particular, perfectly suits the desires of these evil, dark, bloodthirsty, and tyrannical monsters, so their resistance is not strong; instead, they feel an urge to try.

Chapter 0858 Conquering Hell (Part Two)

Carmela, the City of Blood, is the most peculiar city in the entire region.

It is not far from the city of Villa, less than fifteen days away, but it is a very important transportation hub and also controls a large area of ​​surrounding territory.

Most importantly, the rulers of this city are not demons in the ordinary sense, but rather the accidental product of a cruel experiment conducted by the great demon kings years ago.

His name is Shalaya, a unique life form that can only survive by drinking blood.

That's right!

This guy is the true progenitor of all vampires on Earth. Whether it's Cain mentioned in religious legends or the famous Dracula, the Impaler, they all obtained a drop of his blood by chance.

As a lesser demon lord, his power is undoubtedly immense, especially within the City of Blood. Unless the tens of millions of tons of blood plasma stored underground are exhausted first, no one can kill him.

However, for some reason, Sharea felt uneasy today.

At first, he thought it might be due to a renewed war with the forces of Heaven, but he quickly dismissed that idea.

the reason is simple!

Hell and Heaven are like sworn enemies. Ever since they discovered each other's existence, they have been fighting almost constantly and are very clear about each other's strength.

For example, Heaven is very clear that since all the old demon kings died, the so-called demon kings that Hell has elected later have less than one-tenth of the former's power, and no one can even pull out the sword that symbolizes the lord of Hell.

Similarly, Hell knows that the self-proclaimed God of Heaven also perished in a great war in ancient times, with only his heart being retrieved.

Several archangels are either dead or crippled, leaving only one capable of leading the charge.

Normally, in this situation, as long as both sides are still rational, they will not go to war, but will instead recuperate and slowly restore their strength.

After all, the biggest advantage of angels and demons is that their lifespan is much longer than that of humans.

Human beings are strong enough to live for a hundred or two hundred years at most, but they can easily live for tens of thousands of years. The longer the time drags on, the more beneficial it is for both heaven and hell.

But now, for some reason, the game of probing each other in the border region has suddenly become intense. Both angels and demons are acting like madmen, constantly gathering their strength in an attempt to wipe out the other in one fell swoop.

Perhaps in the eyes of other demons, this war was started because the angels went too far and broke the unspoken rules that both sides had always followed.

But Sharea, who is always good at thinking, always felt that something was wrong.

As he sat on his throne, savoring the fresh blood he had just extracted from the beautiful maiden, and hesitating whether to head to the border and join what was likely to be a protracted war, a demon with only half an arm suddenly burst in, shouting at the top of his lungs, "No...it's terrible! Your Majesty, Lord of Blood! Those guys from Vera City are attacking!"

"What? What did you say? Repeat it again!" Sharea suddenly stood up from his chair, his two eerie eyes shooting out a terrifying red light.

Before the one-armed demon could even explain, a deafening battle cry suddenly erupted outside. Immediately afterward, a green fel fireball descended from the sky, smashing the palace roof with a deafening roar. It transformed into a gigantic hellfire, which began to wreak havoc on everything around it.

"Bastards! How dare they!"

Sharea raised his hand, drew a large amount of blood from beneath the throne, and flung it out, engulfing the hellfire.

In just a few seconds, the fel fire on this enormous creature completely vanished, leaving behind a lifeless pile of stone scattered everywhere.

anger!

Uncontrollable anger!

He never dreamed that this desolate place, known as a remote and impoverished area, would dare to launch an attack on him at this time.

Before the lesser demon lord could even figure out why, a gigantic abyss lord suddenly descended from the sky, crushing the entire palace with a deafening roar. Wielding a massive weapon, he grinned and cheered, "Hahaha! A real prey! I've struck gold!"

The words had barely left his mouth!

He raised the double-headed sword and slashed down fiercely.

boom!

Amidst a sky full of dust and rubble, the walls and the throne were cleaved in two by this single blow.

It can be said that in the Burning Legion's ranks, no one is more skilled at killing and destruction than the Pit Lord.

They were like born madmen, their minds filled with a thirst for battle, completely devoid of any fear of death.

Unfortunately, Sharea was very fast and had already moved about six meters to the side, just managing to avoid it.

However, he did not rush to retaliate. Instead, he squinted and observed the enormous creature standing in front of him. After a long while, he finally asked, "Who are you? I have never seen a demon like you in Hell before!"

"I am the great Abyss Lord Azgarol! Tremble, you lowly insect! I will cut off your head and offer it to my master! Victory and glory belong to the Legion!"

The Abyss Lord raised his left hand and began to channel magical energy. A few seconds later, a barrage of fel fireballs rained down from the sky, indiscriminately striking an area of ​​several hundred meters in radius.

Moreover, every fireball that falls will turn into a raging hellfire golem.

In terms of the scale and experience of the wars, Hell cannot even come close to the Burning Legion, which has destroyed countless worlds.

Seeing his city being wantonly destroyed by a group of invaders, Sharea finally lost control of his anger and raised his hands, shouting, "You made a mistake! A huge mistake! You shouldn't have provoked me! Now, taste the true power of the City of Blood!"

The dilapidated palace was suddenly blown away by the gushing blood from the ground.

The blood began to gather in the sky above the city at an incredible speed, slowly forming a large red mass resembling a dark cloud.

next second...

The blood, imbued with astonishing magic, fell like raindrops!

These raindrops, like sharp swords, instantly killed thousands upon thousands of low-level demons, and even many resilient hellfires collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

In contrast, the Abyss Lord Azgarol was in slightly better condition, only suffering from small cuts, with blood filled with rage flowing out of the wounds, instantly burning any creature that came into contact with it.

He glanced at his injuries and grinned sneer, "Is this all you've got? Sorry, it can only tickle me."

"Don't rush! The real feast is about to begin!" Sharia's raised right hand suddenly fell down.

A colossal spear formed from blood and energy descended from the sky, piercing directly through the Abyss Lord's body. Its fiery blood immediately went out of control, exploding with a deafening roar and engulfing everything within a radius of hundreds of meters.

Chapter 859 Conquering Hell (Part 3)

boom!!!!

As blinding fel flames shot into the sky, the central palace of the Blood City completely disappeared from the map.

Standing outside the city, Zhang Cheng undoubtedly witnessed this scene and quipped in a casual tone, "It seems things are going much as you predicted. That idiot Azgarol is finally dead. But it doesn't matter. As long as there are enough souls, I can resurrect him no matter how many times he dies."

The words had barely left his mouth!

He opened the "Grimoire of Domination" and gently touched it.

moment!

All the Burning Legion demons who died in the attack, including the Pit Lord Azgarol, were resurrected.

Yes!

Just like in the Azeroth universe, to kill a demon you have to stand in the Twisting Nether or some other very special place; you can't really kill a demon in Hell.

If they are destroyed by the enemy in battle, their souls will return directly to the Grimoire of Domination, waiting for the Grimoire's owner to consume their souls to resurrect them.

This means that unless the opponent has the ability to directly harm and destroy souls, no matter how many times they are killed, the number of this fearsome legion will not decrease. On the contrary, it will increase as the number of people who have undergone fel energy modification increases.

Perhaps of all the worlds Zhang Cheng has experienced, only the Abyss Demons, symbolizing chaos, and the Hell Demons, symbolizing order, in the multiverse where the continent of Faerûn is located, can compare to him.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!! That despicable little insect! How dare it harm the great Azgarol!"

As a high-ranking demon who died in the Burning Legion's first total war in this world, the Pit Lord felt a deep sense of shame. Without saying a word, he led a large group of cannon fodder through the fallen city gates and charged toward Sharea, who was manipulating blood to slaughter people above the palace ruins.

Due to the violent explosion that occurred when he died, this lesser demon lord, who held the title of Lord of Blood, had large areas of his body covered in severe burns, some of which could not even be healed by absorbing blood.

Because evil flames are not ordinary magical flames; they are extremely corrosive, causing damage far exceeding that of ordinary flames, and they also distort and devour magical energy, making it a part of themselves.

In fact, the Burning Legion was able to grow and expand entirely through the conquest and plunder of ancient nomadic peoples.

By conquering inhabited planets throughout the universe, corrupting their inhabitants and even the planets themselves with powerful fel energy, the Legion can continuously supply manpower, war materials, and energy.

As for what will happen to the planet after its resources and energy are exhausted, it will naturally be abandoned by the legion and become a desolate dead star.

In a sense, the fel energy created by the Dark Titan Sargeras is the core of the entire Burning Legion.

Without the help of fel energy, the Legion is like a beast without teeth and claws. While it won't be reduced to a third-rate state, a significant reduction in strength is almost certain.

Therefore, from the very beginning, Zhang Cheng did not restrict the spread of evil energy in this world; instead, he secretly fueled it from the shadows.