Spellcasting Gods

When the claws were spread out by the enormous reaction force, they left five deep scratches directly on the reinforced concrete wall.

It goes without saying that once it catches you, even if you are lucky enough to avoid damaging any vital organs, you will bleed to death within minutes.

"Awoooooo!!! ...

Accompanied by a piercing wolf howl, Salas frantically swung his claws at the ice barrier, attempting to shatter the hard shell with brute force.

Unfortunately, no matter how much he patted or bit it, he could only leave slight scratches on the outer layer; breaking it was simply a pipe dream.

Hidden beneath the protective ice shield, Zhang Cheng calmly watched the crazed werewolf leader outside. He leisurely pulled an arcane rune from his pocket and quipped in a teasing tone, "Don't rush, cute little puppy, the real fun is yet to come..."

Chapter 0088 Clues

No! Nothing can stop me from killing you! Nothing!

Driven by his intense bestial instincts, Salas completely lost his mind and was completely unaware of the impending danger. He continued to roar madly and swing his claws at the indestructible ice barrier, each collision producing a loud bang.

It must be said that after his transformation, he was completely different from the ordinary werewolves outside. Even the demon infant with hellish blood could not compare to him. His terrifying power could be clearly felt even through the ice.

Although Zhang Cheng wasn't sure if the other party could dismantle a tank with their bare hands, dismantling an ordinary car with their bare hands was definitely no problem.

Especially the claws that gleam with an eerie black light, they could never be as simple as a calcium structure.

However, as the saying goes, no matter how powerful a weapon is, it is meaningless if it cannot hit the target.

The instant the ice barrier disappeared, Zhang Cheng used Blink to appear behind his opponent, and then immediately activated the spell stored in the arcane rune.

moment!

Salas's feet were encased in a layer of icy cold, and the ice was getting thicker and thicker, extending upwards.

In the blink of an eye, the area below the knee lost its mobility.

As he tried to turn and run, he stumbled and fell heavily to the ground. He tried several times but could not get up. He could only howl to vent his anger and frustration.

"Hehe, how does it feel?" Zhang Cheng asked with a smile, staring into the werewolf leader's beast-like eyes.

But Salas showed no reaction whatsoever, simply repeating the doomed actions over and over again.

Seeing that the other person was ignoring him, Zhang Cheng shrugged indifferently and continued, "You know, when I was in college, I had a girlfriend who had a dog."

One winter was particularly cold, and she was worried that her pet would get cold, so she spent money to buy a bunch of clothes and shoes.

Guess what happened?

After the dog put it on, it couldn't even walk properly. It stumbled and fell down the stairs, just like you are now.

It was from this incident that I got an idea: to deal with those special enemies who are huge and have terrifying strength, there is no need to fight them head-on; simply disrupting their body coordination is enough.

Of course, strictly speaking you're not a dog, but in my opinion you're not even as smart as that dog.

At least after the dog fell a few times, it thought of using its mouth to pull off the shoes that were getting in its way.

Oh, right, I almost forgot to tell you that the spells stored in the runes will continuously release frost energy until they completely freeze you into a giant block of ice.

No matter how much you struggle or damage it, it will continuously repair itself for six hours.

If you want to say something now, do it now, or you'll never have the chance to speak.

Because once you lose your ability to move, that's when I'll kill you.

As the last word fell, Salas suddenly stopped all movement, and within a few seconds returned to his normal human form, responding with a ferocious expression: "So what if you kill me? I was already prepared to appear for my master's great cause! On the contrary, you don't even know my master's name. I'm starting to look forward to seeing what kind of fate my master has arranged for you."

"What, you're not planning to tell me his name before you die? I guarantee you'll be spared if you do," Zhang Cheng tempted, feigning kindness.

"Hahahaha! Fool! Do you think I'm afraid of death? No! I'd rather sell my soul than betray my master!" Salas laughed wildly and shook his head.

Staring at this stubborn fellow, Zhang Cheng suddenly felt a headache coming on. After considering for a few seconds, he immediately sighed with feigned helplessness: "Sigh, alright, let's change the subject. What makes you think that it was that master who doesn't even dare to show his face who bestowed my power? Or what evidence do you have to prove it?"

Ever since he was inexplicably thrown onto this familiar yet strange Earth, he has been wondering who did it and what their intentions and purposes were.

Now that a suspicious lead has suddenly appeared, he naturally won't let it go easily; he has to investigate it first.

"No proof is needed! When the master is willing to appear before you, you will naturally understand his greatness and submit to him, begging for mercy and forgiveness."

After saying this nonsensical sentence, Salas slowly closed his eyes and stopped talking, letting the biting cold completely envelop him.

"Damn it! In the end, I still didn't get any useful information..." Zhang Cheng complained through gritted teeth as he summoned the earth elemental Sethen through mental connection.

In less than a minute, the enormous stone man squeezed through the entrance and arrived at the center of the warehouse.

"Smash it!" Zhang Cheng ordered, pointing at Salas, who was frozen solid.

"Yes, Master!"

Sethen swung his fist, made of the hardest stone, and slammed it down hard on the ice block.

boom!

After a loud bang, the surface of the ice block was covered with a dense network of cracks resembling a spider web.

The second punch followed immediately...

The third punch...

The fourth punch...

Until the twentieth punch!

boom!

The ice block split into countless small pieces on the spot, and the Salas in the center of the ice layer broke into several sections.

Glancing at the frozen, dismembered body, Zhang Cheng walked straight into the deeper area, intending to search for any clues he might find.

But the moment he pushed open the door to a guardhouse, he was immediately stunned!

Inside the cramped space, seven or eight werewolves huddled together, trembling. Two of them were children under ten years old.

Unlike normal werewolves who are dominated by bestial instincts after transforming, they clearly maintained their rationality, neither rushing forward to attack nor raising their heads to howl.

"Who are you people?" Zhang Cheng asked in a low voice, sensing that something was wrong.

“I…we are supermarket employees and customers. That monster, he…he bit us, and then within a few hours he turned into this.” A werewolf with distinctly feminine features explained cautiously.

"Oh? So you were only recently converted?" Zhang Cheng's expression changed slightly as he realized what had happened.

After all, one of the reasons why werewolf nobles have a higher status than ordinary werewolves is that they have the ability to transform ordinary people into werewolves.

However, most werewolf nobles abide by the rules set within their families and will not casually convert ordinary people.

But Salas certainly didn't follow this rule, and it's possible that the werewolves that recently attacked pedestrians in Brooklyn were all temporarily converted cannon fodder.

Just as he was pondering the point of doing this, the woman who had spoken earlier slowly stood up and said in a somewhat uncertain tone, "Sir, can you get us out of here?"

"Go out? Where to?" Zhang Cheng asked, snapping out of his daze.

“Go…go home…I haven’t seen my husband and son for three days. Please, help me.” The woman cried, trying to gain sympathy.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, I can’t do that. Because…”

Before Zhang Cheng could finish speaking, a man in the corner suddenly glared at him with a fierce look in his eyes, opened his blood-red mouth, and pounced.

"See! This is exactly what I wanted to say!"

Without hesitation, he delivered a fiery shock to the utterly beast-like wretch, ending his tragic life.

Chapter 0089 Aftermath

"Aaaaaah!!!! Bob! My God! You killed Bob!" The woman opened her mouth and let out a piercing scream as the convulsing corpse sputtered.

In fact, it wasn't just her; the other survivors also showed expressions of extreme terror, completely unaware that they were no longer ordinary people without the power to resist, but monsters capable of easily causing horrific massacres.

Hearing the noise, which was clearly over 120 decibels, Zhang Cheng picked at his ear, frowned, and shouted, "Calm down! Unless you have vision problems, it should be easy to see that he attacked me first. From a legal point of view, my actions were absolutely self-defense, not murder. Besides, instead of worrying about others, you should worry about yourselves. Judging from that guy's reaction just now, in about an hour, you will all lose your minds and frantically attack every living thing in your line of sight."

"What?! You mean we'll lose control like Bob?" Another young man in a supermarket uniform stood up abruptly, his eyes filled with terror.

“Of course! Any newly infected werewolf will inevitably go through a transformation period, also known as the beast phase. During this time, your body and mind will undergo drastic changes, especially the release of your instinctive bestiality, eventually transforming you into a new race that is half-human and half-wolf. However, this change is not without danger. Not to mention the threat it poses to others, you yourself may very well succumb to your bestiality and never be able to regain your sanity.” Zhang Cheng explained while casually flipping through the files and books scattered on the table.

Soon, he discovered an old book detailing sacrifices to demons in hell. Judging from the eerie feel of the pages, it was probably some kind of leather paper, but he wasn't sure what it was.

ancient!

dark!

It exudes an aura of evil!

Even if you can't understand any of the text, the moment your hand touches the page, you'll naturally understand its meaning.

Without a doubt, this book is the infamous Book of Demons, an important tool used by the forces of Hell to tempt mortals into depravity. It ensures that even the illiterate and the blind can perform various sacrificial rituals according to the book's instructions.

Just as Zhang Cheng was about to take a quick look, the young man in the supermarket uniform suddenly jumped up without warning, brandishing his sharp claws, and with lightning speed, stabbed them into the woman's eyes with a soft "plop."

With immense force, the claw pierced through the woman's brain on the spot. Before she could even react, she breathed her last.

After killing his first target, he showed no sign of stopping, drawing his claws and lunging at the second person...

The third one followed immediately...

The fourth one...

The fifth one...

In the blink of an eye, he was the only survivor in the house; even the two children did not escape.

Looking at his blood-stained hands, the young man grinned menacingly. He then knelt on the ground and said in a very humble tone, "Sir, I have cleared away these troubles for you, but I have also committed an unforgivable crime. I swear, if you can help me through this dangerous period, I am willing to give you everything I have."

"Oh? How do you know they're a problem for me?" Faced with this outrageous behavior, Zhang Cheng not only didn't try to stop them, but instead asked with great interest.

“Because from the fact that you killed Bob without hesitation, I can see that we are of no value to you. And things of no value are generally called garbage, and garbage naturally has to be disposed of. If I want to live, I have to prove that I have value, right?” the young man replied calmly.

"So you chose to prove yourself by killing someone?" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The young man nodded seriously: "That's right! I was born in a poor neighborhood and joined a gang when I was around fifteen or sixteen. I know a lot about gang rules. The most important one is that if you want to win the boss's trust, you have to do something that pleases him, which is to kill. I don't ask for much, as long as I can survive, I'm willing to pay any price for it."

Staring into the other person's eyes, which were filled with a will to survive, Zhang Cheng suddenly smiled, took out the latest flip phone from his pocket, and dialed the lawyer's number.

After about ten seconds, Polman's tense voice came through the microphone: "Hello! Sir, are you alright? Is everything settled inside?"

"Ah, everything's taken care of. But there's a small problem now. Salas used his noble bloodline to convert a few ordinary people. I'd like to know how these people should be dealt with under normal circumstances?" Zhang Cheng asked, feigning casualness.

"Ordinary people?! A few? If there are too many, we have to eliminate them all! Because once they go berserk, there's no way to control them. If there are few, you can consider recruiting them for your own use. I know an old werewolf who lives in seclusion in New York. He can help train new werewolves who are driven by their animalistic instincts." Polman quickly offered his advice.

"Hehe, looks like you're in luck." Zhang Cheng glanced at the young man kneeling at his feet, then continued into the microphone, "There were seven or eight a moment ago, but now there's only one left. I'm going to give him a chance. Also, you can come in and clean up the scene now. I have some things to take care of back home."