Spellcasting Gods

Currently, he himself is the source of fel energy and shadow in the entire world, and he will gradually become stronger as the scope of the war expands.

Feeling the two energies within his body constantly surging, he smiled and muttered to himself, "Perhaps after this war ends, I can try to improve my level of control over energy."

Warrent, who was standing nearby, had obviously heard this. His expression changed slightly, and he cautiously probed, "You're not planning to do anything dangerous, are you?"

"Danger? No! As long as you succeed, there will be no danger." Zhang Cheng shook his head meaningfully, then explained, "You have to understand, when someone plans to do something but hasn't even started, there's always a 50/50 chance of success or failure. Even plans that claim a 99% success rate have a 1% chance of failure, and similarly, plans that claim a 99% failure rate have even a 1% chance of success. In my opinion, before getting a definite result, the success rate doesn't really matter much, especially when it involves a field that no one has ever been exposed to before. It's like a freshly shuffled deck of cards; you never know what card you're going to get next."

“I think this should be categorized as gambling.” Warrent’s lips twitched slightly, clearly disagreeing with this fallacy.

"Hahaha! My dear friend, you are too timid and too cautious, which is why you have missed so many opportunities and ended up in a dead end. I am different from you. I would rather fall on the road to the pinnacle of power than watch myself live a mediocre life or choose to run away because of danger. I am a transcendent. As long as there is a goal ahead, I will never stop."

After saying this meaningful sentence, Zhang Cheng immediately used teleportation magic and disappeared without a trace.

Although the Blood Lord Sharea is a relatively powerful lesser demon lord, he will soon be worn down and killed by the siege of numerous high-ranking demons of the Burning Legion.

He was more concerned with the overall situation and the speed of progress on several fronts than with the localized war in the City of Blood.

It's important to understand that the purpose of launching the war to conquer Hell was to turn Hell into a major rear base. Almost every time a territory or city was captured, all the demons would be captured and subjected to fel energy conversion with a success rate of less than 30%.

The corpses and souls of those unfortunate souls who died were then used by the Dreadlords to create an endless army of the undead.

It can be said that as long as the main force of demons fighting the Heavenly forces on the border can take control of more than 50 percent of the entire Hell before they recover, the victory can be basically secured.

"Damn it! This guy really is an incomprehensible madman!" Warrent shuddered involuntarily, his eyes revealing intense fear.

As someone with the ability to see into the future, he could never be like Zhang Cheng, driven by his insatiable ambition and desires to constantly climb to the top.

He had become accustomed to using his ability to foresee the future to avoid potential dangers and powerful enemies.

So from the very beginning, the two had completely different ways of thinking.

To be precise, Warrent was attracted by Zhang Cheng's powerful strength and future potential, and tried to use this strength to better protect himself. Zhang Cheng, on the other hand, was attracted by Warrent's ability to foresee the future. It was a win-win situation for both of them.

As for their attitude towards the woman who claimed to be the creator, they all showed varying degrees of vigilance, or rather, hostility.

As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Whether it's Zhang Cheng or Warrent, they need to face the biggest threat first before they can consider whether to eliminate the other party and enjoy the spoils of victory for themselves...

Chapter 860 Conquering Hell (Part 4)

"Attack! Attack! Don't stop! The Legion is invincible!"

"Quickly! Summon Hellfire! We need more Hellfire to tear through the enemy's defenses!"

"Shadow Mage Corps! We need support with ranged magic!"

"Fire the fel cannons! Tear these lowly red-skinned bastards to shreds!"

"Teleportation gate ready! Jump point operation commence! Sixth and Seventh Battalions, follow me!"

……

With the Burning Legion's massive war machine running at full speed, in less than forty-eight hours, the entire rear of Hell was thrown into complete chaos.

In particular, thanks to its advanced long-range teleportation technology, the Legion can attack any target it deems valuable or easily destroyed.

This means that once the portals at the two locations are completed, a continuous stream of troops can bypass the front and instantly reach the enemy's rear, launching a precise and ruthless rear attack to break through the enemy's seemingly solid defenses.

After all, so many dreadlords and succubi have infiltrated many places recently, and some have even climbed to important positions by using their flattery skills. Secretly setting up a few temporary portals is easier than eating and drinking.

In addition, by taking control of key transportation hubs in the first wave of attacks, the Legion severed the connections between most of the lords, preventing them from rallying together and forming a truly effective resistance.

Over time, hundreds of demon lords were killed.

A roughly equal number of demon lords chose to surrender, accept fel energy transformation, join the Legion, and become the vanguard in conquering Hell.

As the saying goes, the most ruthless and brutal are often those who betray their country after surrendering to the enemy.

These guys who surrendered and were reformed understood what would happen if they were defeated and captured by the demon kings, so they all desperately led their subordinates to conquer cities and territories, using all sorts of insidious methods.

By the time the hellish army gathered at the border reacted, the vanguard of the legion had already approached the heart of hell, the birthplace of Satan, the former strongest demon king of hell, and the city with more than five million resident demons.

Admiring the towering spires, some over a thousand meters high, and the countless magnificent and massive stone buildings in the distance, the succubus Reines licked her alluring red lips and murmured in admiration, "Truly spectacular! I can't wait to launch a full-scale attack to completely conquer this city, or to destroy it."

"Don't rush! Now is not the best time to attack this city. My plan is to set up our forces here and wait for those so-called demon kings to return with their armies, and then launch an unprecedented decisive battle on this plain. As long as we agree to this war, the entire Hell will be ours." Zhang Cheng replied calmly.

“Master! In terms of troop strength, we are probably not at a disadvantage in this decisive battle. Moreover, those annoying angels might interfere and wait until both sides are exhausted before jumping out to plunder.” A dreadlord hurriedly stepped forward to make his presence known.

As members of the Void faction recruited by the Dark Titan Sargeras, these vampire bats possess a darker mind than any other species. They are adept at understanding and analyzing the psychological activities of each individual, and then finding their weaknesses to control them.

Unless it is a heartless undead, almost nothing can escape their corruption.

Zhang Cheng glanced at the guy and asked with a half-smile, "How do you know that this is all the troops you have right now?"

"Do you perhaps have other trump cards up your sleeve?" The Lord of Fear's eyes gleamed slightly, revealing an expression of interest.

“Of course! I’ve been preparing for this war for a long time! Don’t worry, no matter what trump cards those demon kings are hiding, I guarantee they won’t have the slightest chance of winning. And what you and your brothers need to do is continue to gather intelligence for me, and create friction, hatred and conflict within the enemy ranks.” Zhang Cheng made his request calmly.

If there's one demon race in the entire Burning Legion that he's most wary of, it's undoubtedly the Nathrezim, the dreadlords.

the reason is simple!

These guys have absolutely no loyalty!

They were incubated by the Twisting Nether and almost joined forces with the Old Gods to corrupt an unawakened Titan into another, even more terrifying, creature.

Fortunately, Sargeras intervened in time, otherwise the subsequent events might not have been a Titan civil war, but a great battle between the Twisting Nether and the Pantheon for dominance of the universe.

However, after discovering Sargeras's power, these Nathrezim immediately and shamelessly betrayed the Twisting Nether, joining the Burning Legion as advisors and strategists to the Dark Titans.

So to some extent, their loyalty to the Burning Legion was less about pledging allegiance to the Legion and more about their extreme worship of power.

If Zhang Cheng were to encounter an enemy more powerful than himself one day, these guys would most likely pull some dirty tricks behind his back, or even carry out a righteous betrayal, and then take the credit and defect to a new master.

In contrast, the hot-tempered abyss lords are easier to control. As long as their desire for killing, destruction, and devastation is satisfied, there is no need to worry about rebellion.

The Dreadlord, clearly unaware of how Zhang Cheng perceived him, continued his sycophantic pronouncements: "You are truly the most meticulous and strategic person I have ever met in my life. Please allow me to express my sincere admiration for you, and to offer my condolences to those who became your enemies; they will never know that their defeat was destined from the start. However, I am curious, our enemy seems to possess a rather large air force; what method do you intend to use to deal with it?"

"Heh, naturally we'll use the same flying units. Trust me, you'll be amazed when you see them with your own eyes. Alright, instead of wasting time here, let's get moving. I need you and your brothers to weaken the enemy as much as possible before the battle begins."

After saying that, Zhang Cheng deliberately waved his hand impatiently, indicating that the other party could leave.

"As you wish!"

Seeing that he could not get any valuable answers, the Lord of Dread immediately placed one hand on his chest, bowed deeply, and then turned and disappeared into the busy army.

He had barely left when Warren warned him, "Be careful! These bat-winged creatures aren't on your side."

“I am very clear about this. Tell me, what are our chances of winning this war?” Zhang Cheng asked with great interest, stroking his chin.

"Is that even a question? Can't you see I'm still standing here, showing no intention of running away?" Warren grinned, revealing a meaningful smile, and even pulled out a dagger engraved with a dragon to trim his nails, the implication being clear...

Chapter 861 Conquering Hell (Part 5)

In less than 78 hours, Heaven and Hell, who were fighting fiercely at the border, signed a ceasefire agreement.

Then the assembled army of hell turned its spearhead and marched directly toward the direction of the Demon City, intending to wipe out these rebels who wanted to seize power in the chaos.

Meanwhile, the Angel Legion remained stationary at the border, their true intentions unknown.

No one realized that this was not just a simple rebellion, but a long-planned military invasion and conquest. The Dreadlord, who had infiltrated the enemy, had been sending out intelligence about the Hell Army, and even occasionally provoking friction and conflict.

By the time the army arrived at the designated battlefield, Zhang Cheng's Burning Legion was already well-rested and had completed all the preparations. They had not only seized advantageous terrain in advance, but also deployed thousands of fel cannons at the most threatening high points.

It can be said that the outcome of this war was already quite obvious even before it began.

In particular, the demon kings standing at the top of hell realized that they were not facing the rabble from the wasteland as expected, and immediately gathered together to discuss countermeasures.

"We've been scammed!"

"That's right! That female demon lord named Nisa deceived us all!"

Where is she now?

"They escaped! They disappeared in a direct clash with the Angel Legion long before the news even reached us."

"It is obvious that Nisa is not the mastermind. With her pathetic strength, she is simply not capable of commanding such a large army."

"Who is the mastermind behind this? Don't tell me that we don't even know who our opponent is when the final battle is about to begin."

“Sorry, we really didn’t know. The Wasteland has always been an overlooked place, even considered a place of exile. The only thing we know is that this guy is quite ambitious and powerful, and even dares to challenge us directly.”

"So what do we do now! Acknowledge his status and rule, and avoid war?"

"No! We can't admit it! If we admit it, it means we're announcing to the whole of hell that we are no match for him."

“Since we can’t negotiate, let’s fight first. Anyway, the rule of Hell for thousands of years has been division. At worst, we can lose and then consider whether to submit. As long as he wants to be the ruler of Hell, he won’t dare to do anything to us.”

"Yes! The Angel Legion is still eyeing the border with predatory intent. Even if we are defeated, they will still rely on our strength to prevent Heaven's invasion. Moreover, we may not necessarily lose this war."

……

Just as the demon lords of hell gathered together, discussing how to win the battle, Zhang Cheng was sitting in his military vehicle, listening to a report from a fear demon lord.

"Master! According to our investigation, the enemy can be divided into approximately six parts, each belonging to one of the six Demon Lords. This tradition is inherited from the ancient tradition of the Seven Lords of Hell. However, because the strength of these six Demon Lords is similar, none of them can stand out to the point of suppressing the others, so the highest position has always been vacant."

"So, we're not facing one army, but six independent armies?" Zhang Cheng asked thoughtfully, stroking his chin.

"Of course! In fact, they are not only not subordinate to each other, but many lords also have deep conflicts, even hatred, between them. When the war begins, my brothers and I will use every means at our disposal to intensify these conflicts and hatreds. Victory will surely belong to the Legion!" The Dreadlord grinned, revealing a sinister smile.

Zhang Cheng listened to this and nodded in satisfaction: "Well done! If the plan succeeds, I will grant you the right to supervise and reform all the prisoners. Also, keep an eye on those six demon kings. If they try to escape, be sure to notify me immediately, understand?"

"Understood! Your will is our command!"

Having said that, the Dreadlord's enormous body rapidly transformed into the appearance of a hellish demon, then turned and flew towards the location of the hellish army.

Watching his figure gradually disappear into the distance, Zhang Cheng suddenly spoke up and asked, "My dear friend, I need your abilities now. Tell me, among these so-called demon kings, who possesses what I desire?"

“If nothing unexpected happens, it should be Eshima. It is said that she was once a direct descendant of the lustful demon king Asmodeus, and knows a lot of secrets about the ancient great war,” Warrent gave his answer directly.

Clearly, for him, prying into a little bit of privacy is no challenge at all.

"Eshima? Where are she and her army right now?" Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

"To the east! It's about twenty-five kilometers away from us. What, are you planning to launch an attack ahead of schedule?" Warrent probed tentatively, his tone uncertain.

“No, of course not.” Zhang Cheng shook his head with a smile. “I just wanted to confirm the location of the prey, so she wouldn’t get away.”

“Don’t worry, she can’t escape. Because in the script called the future, she kneels before you and chooses to submit. You will win this war, and both hell and heaven will tremble before you,” Warrent hinted meaningfully.

"Don't make it sound like I'm a tyrant! If you could really see the future, you would know best that I have no interest in rule or power. They are merely tools to achieve my goals, not my ultimate pursuit."

As he spoke, Zhang Cheng's pupils kept changing color, sometimes a gold symbolizing divinity, sometimes a green symbolizing evil energy, and sometimes a violet symbolizing mathematical energy.

Various types of energy with different properties continuously converged and rose within his body, gradually transforming from quantitative change to qualitative change.