Spellcasting Gods

If he can eventually transcend the limits of transformation and completely merge into one, his control over energy will reach a new level.

In some ways, this is more difficult than the simple evolution of life forms, and it will also bring about greater changes.

In order to meet the minimum requirements for absorbing and devouring the light cluster, Zhang Cheng had to complete this essential prerequisite.

Warren undoubtedly noticed the strange phenomenon in the air around him, and replied with a playful expression, "You are a tyrant! Whether you are interested in power or not, it is in your hands. No one dares to disobey your orders, and no one dares to try to challenge your authority, otherwise they will inevitably suffer terrible retaliation, or even a great purge."

"But if one day I get what I really want, I will definitely give up all the power I have."

"Desire has no end! You'll never get what you truly want; at most, you'll reach a ceiling-like limit. So stop fooling yourself. Once you reach the top, you probably won't be much better off than our self-proclaimed creator sister..."

Chapter 0862 Conquering Hell (Part Six)

A tyrant is a term used to describe a despotic, cruel, and merciless ruler. In some stories recorded by historians and bards, some tyrants would kill their subjects without reason, just to satisfy their morbid craving for blood and death.

However, anyone with a basic understanding of history knows that most tyrants in human history have actually been vilified to a considerable extent.

For example, Nero Claudius Drusus Germanicus, a notorious tyrant in the ancient Roman Empire, was actually portrayed as a tyrant in people's minds simply because of his brutal suppression of Christianity.

In fact, the reason why most tyrants are tyrants is that they are all losers in history.

In a world where everything is written by the victors, how can the legitimacy and status of the victors be demonstrated without vilifying the losers?

Zhang Cheng never considered himself a tyrant because he didn't believe he would be a loser.

However, he didn't try to explain too much either, simply keeping a smile on his face and hiding his true thoughts.

Time flies...

Two days have passed in the blink of an eye!

With the hellish army that had traveled a long way having finished its rest, this unprecedented war quickly began.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The fel cannons, positioned at varying elevations, finally began to unleash their power!

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of green fel fireballs were unleashed upon the enemy's head.

Absolutely no surprises!

The nearly 100,000 low-level cannon fodder initially used as probing attacks were wiped out by the overwhelming bombardment of artillery, leaving behind only patches of unidentified material charred black by the flames.

fierce!

cruel!

Inhuman!

With just one attack, the Burning Legion made the demon lords of hell realize that they were not dealing with traitors, but fighting a group of extremely experienced madmen.

Compared to Hell, which has enjoyed peace for thousands of years, the Burning Legion, which is constantly waging war in the universe, is clearly more aggressive, and its commanders and soldiers are of higher quality.

The engineers of Morgo, who worked day and night to provide the Legion with countless war machines, were in no way inferior to the top weapons design and manufacturing experts on Earth.

In less than a month, they used the fel energy technology system as a blueprint and combined it with the concept of firearms on Earth to develop one powerful weapon after another.

Although the entire legion has not yet reached the point of eliminating cold weapons, it is already close to achieving its maximum level of firepower support.

Not only do they possess incredibly powerful fel cannons, but they also have a large number of ultra-long-range projectiles used to hurl Hellfire Golems.

If activated at full power, a large area of ​​defensive positions can be destroyed in just a few minutes, and Hellfire can be used as the vanguard to tear apart the enemy's defenses.

If time hadn't been so short, these crazy Morgos might have been able to gather enough resources to build the famous magic-powered mechs.

Standing beside the fel cannon array, Zhang Cheng looked down at the fierce battle raging below and asked the succubus beside him with a smile, "How are your shadow mage squads preparing?"

“I am all ready, waiting only for your command, my great and wicked master.” Reines sucked on his finger with a satisfied gesture, revealing an unsatisfied expression.

"Patience! Be patient! Now is not the time for you to step in." Zhang Cheng pursed his lips and glanced at the other party.

The Doomguard, Pollak, seemed to sense something and immediately suggested, "Master, I think it's best to order the left wing to launch a counter-offensive to test the enemy's strength. After all, they haven't revealed a single trump card since the start of the war."

"Don't rush, this interesting game has only just begun. We're in the early stages of testing each other, and I don't want it to end too soon. I'm more interested in that war fortress floating in mid-air than the left wing." As he spoke, Zhang Cheng pointed to the enormous building, about the size of twenty football fields, floating above the heads of tens of millions of demons.

This thing is in the shape of a standard pyramid, with a pitch-black surface covered with runes of varying sizes. There is an arched opening about every twenty meters, making it look like a giant beehive from a distance.

"According to the intelligence sent back by the Dreadlord, this aerial fortress is named after the Dreadlord Leviathan, and it is inhabited by more than five thousand skeletal dragons pieced together from flesh and blood," Pollak gave the answer with a serious expression.

Without a doubt, he was filled with vigilance regarding this trump card of the enemy.

Even the Burning Legion fears the immense power of the Dragon Aspects of Azeroth.

Especially when the dragon swoops down, blotting out the sky and spewing its deadly breath, no army in the world can withstand it.

"A corpse dragon? How does it compare to the frost dragons awakened by the Lich King?" Zhang Cheng asked with great interest.

"Personally, I think the Corpse Dragons are stronger. Because what these Corpse Dragons spew is a poisonous mist that can corrode everything, far more deadly than the Frost Dragons' winter breath."

"Agreed! According to the information sent back by the dreadlords, that yellow poisonous cloud is extremely corrosive; even a single breath from it would be fatal for a demon lord."

Pollack and Reines, unusually, did not argue; instead, they gave the same assessment.

"Since that's the case, let's destroy this thing first." With that, Zhang Cheng raised his supreme authority and began frantically gathering and drawing magical energy from the surrounding air.

In the blink of an eye, a terrifying energy vortex, visible to the naked eye, formed around him.

Such an obvious change is something that anyone who isn't blind can clearly perceive.

So the demon lords immediately revealed their first trump card: they unleashed the swarm of skeletal dragons from the aerial fortress, sending them flying towards the location of the fel cannons.

They are enormous, each at least fifty to sixty meters long, and their bodies are shrouded in a pale yellow mist. They are so ugly that a normal person would probably vomit at the sight of them.

But these terrifying behemoths are not only disgusting, but also have sharp bone spurs at almost every joint.

One can imagine how unpleasant it would feel to be caught by them.

As they flew over the legion's positions, the skeletal dragons suddenly began to descend and dive, spewing deadly poison gas at the densest concentration of soldiers.

moment!

More than 150,000 Burning Legion cannon fodder were instantly turned into a large pool of viscous, blackish-yellow liquid. Before they could even scream, their souls had already returned to the "Grimoire of Domination"...

Chapter 863 Conquering Hell (Part 7)

"It wasn't acid, but rather a kind of negative energy venting."

Watching his legion being slaughtered by the enemy, Zhang Cheng showed no anger or tension whatsoever; instead, he revealed an expression of interest.

For him, there were as many cannon fodder like this, who could be summoned and dismissed at will, as he needed, so he didn't have to worry about the number of soldiers.

Using tens of thousands of cannon fodder to make the enemy reveal a trump card first is an incredibly profitable strategy.

It should be noted that in the history of human warfare during the era of cold weapons, large-scale battles involving more than 100,000 people were rare.

The reason is simple: due to the limitations of communication methods, it was already a remarkable feat for a commander to be able to lead 10,000 to 20,000 men in the era of cold weapons.

As for anything more, they could only issue one or two simple orders, such as advance, retreat, or hold their ground, and then let the lower-ranking officers do as they pleased.

Often, when the two sides' battle lines are intertwined, even the most brilliant commander cannot effectively implement his tactical ideas, let alone achieve the so-called "micro-management" as in real-time strategy games.

This is why wars in the era of cold weapons were always full of surprises and classic examples of the weak defeating the strong.

After the invention of radio, firearms began to dominate warfare, and there were almost no examples of the weak defeating the strong due to a significant disparity in strength. Most battles relied on the strength of one's own industry and scientific research to crush the opponent.

Although the Burning Legion is not strictly speaking in the age of cold weapons, and has a lot of fel-based advanced technology, commanding an army of millions is still a pipe dream.

In fact, the Burning Legion's military system is mainly adjusted by mid- to high-ranking demon commanders who command the lower-ranking soldiers, relying almost entirely on experience and subjective judgment.

This means that the millions of Burning Legion soldiers are essentially no different from the enemy; they are all disorganized and the number of deaths they suffer does not have a decisive impact on the situation.

What truly determines the course of a battle are top-tier strategic armies or weapons, like these skeletal dragons.

"Master! Should I begin the attack with my Shadow Mage Legion?" The succubus Reines' pupils suddenly contracted, her face filled with vigilance.

The overwhelming horde of skeletal dragons clearly instilled a strong sense of crisis in her; if she allowed them to charge in, the entire fel artillery position could be utterly destroyed.

"No! No need. Since our opponent has revealed their first card, I should naturally reveal one in return. After all, the best way to deal with a dragon is with a dragon..."

The words had barely left his mouth!

With one hand gripping the supreme authority, Zhang Cheng pulled out a two-meter-long black cylinder from his magic pouch with the other—the very gift the woman who claimed to be the creator had given him not long ago.

In the blink of an eye, a terrifying force tore the sky apart, establishing a passage connecting to the Time-Space Tower.

The young dragons, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly swarmed out, like a large black cloud, instantly taking over the sky above.

Especially under the leadership of Onyxia, the Black Dragon Princess, and Kuro Kerbal, they dealt a direct and devastating blow to the unprepared Corpse Dragon.

Countless scorching dragon breaths converged in the air, forming a vast, airtight isolation zone. Any unlucky souls who accidentally rushed in were incinerated within seconds, turning into charred bones that fell from the sky.

Although many of the Corpse Dragons tried to retaliate with their poison gas, it was evaporated before it even got close in the scorching heat. In addition, their numbers were relatively small, and they were soon surrounded and hunted down.

In particular, the young dragons that Zhang Cheng modified not only had bloodlines from black dragons, void dragons, and blue dragons from Azeroth, but also bloodlines from red dragons, white dragons, green dragons, and silver dragons from the continent of Faerûn.

Each one grows at an astonishing rate, especially the energy attribute attached to its breath, which is enough to terrify most enemies.

Now, led by their parents, they charge at their enemies with near-overwhelming force, reveling in the thrill of destruction and slaughter.

However, the hellish army was clearly not to be underestimated. They immediately mobilized their ranged attack forces and began targeting the young dragons that were not flying high enough or that preferred to dive down to attack the ground, firing deadly enchanted arrows.

Many young dragons screamed as they fell to the ground after being hit, only to be torn to pieces by the swarming demons.

In an instant, these giant beasts standing at the top of the food chain fell like raindrops, and their precious dragon blood stained the earth red.

The war had only just begun, yet it already demonstrated its unparalleled cruelty.

"This...this is a horde of dragons! You actually secretly prepared tens of thousands of dragons?" Reines's mouth dropped open, an expression of disbelief appearing on his beautiful face.

“Nothing to be surprised about! Your master is far more terrifying than you imagine, and also far more farsighted, rather than short-sighted and fixated on such a pitiful amount of power.” Warrent glanced at the succubus, his tone full of amusement and contempt.

As someone who isn't very magnanimous, he hadn't forgotten how Reines had caused him trouble in the past, and now that he had the chance, he naturally wanted to get revenge.

"Are you mocking me, human?!" Reines said provocatively in an unfriendly tone.

“Irony?” Warren laughed and shook his head. “No, no, no, I’m not being ironic, I’m just stating a fact. Remember, a servant’s duty is to obey his master’s orders, not to act on his own.”

"Damn it! You..."

"Enough! Don't show your filth and ugly behavior in front of me!" Seeing that the two were about to start fighting, Zhang Cheng immediately frowned and shouted in a deep voice, his eyes revealing a chilling light.

The succubus was clearly startled and quickly lowered her head and shut her mouth, not daring to utter a single word in defense, for fear of suffering terrible punishment.

In contrast, Warrent curled the corners of his mouth into a very subtle, smug smile, as if announcing his victory.