Spellcasting Gods

As the name suggests!

Chaos is the absence of order and restraint, a completely unchecked and wild growth.

It acts like a trigger, bringing together those fleeting, crazy thoughts that usually pass by, and creating a strong impact on one's subjective consciousness.

Unfortunately, these six demon kings, who symbolized the highest level of power and authority in Hell, were unaware of this.

The great demon, its horns ablaze with crimson flames, was clearly dissatisfied with the answer. A fierce look of displeasure crossed its狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face: "Don't you want to sit down and talk with us? Do you want to drag this war to the very end?"

"Talk? No, I don't think there's anything to talk about between us. Either give up everything and kneel down to obey, or I'll kill you. There's no third option." Zhang Cheng grinned, rejecting the other party's invitation to negotiate without hesitation.

He was one of those traditional demon kings born in hell, who only thought about becoming king and dominating by virtue of his strength. Once the other party lowered his posture and showed submission, he would generously forgive and forget the past.

On the contrary, he is a conqueror and a destroyer, and he will never allow those who were once his enemies to continue to preserve their strength and wait for an opportunity to turn the tables in the future.

Rather than that, he would rather destroy everything that exists and then rebuild from the ruins.

Despite the fact that this idea was extremely dangerous and extreme, he did not regret it at all.

Because obsession is an important element of success; only those who are obsessively persistent can stick to their path and ultimately achieve success...

Chapter 866 Conquering Hell (Part 10)

"The angelic legion is still stationed on the border! Are you sure you want to fight a war that will result in mutual destruction?" The leading demon king was clearly still confused, his eyes revealing a hint of doubt and bewilderment.

After all, according to the rules of the region for thousands of years, Heaven is the greatest enemy, while internal strife is secondary; it is perfectly acceptable to fight and negotiate.

Unless the two sides are vastly different in strength, a war can last for a hundred or two hundred years without much concern. In any case, the loser will admit defeat, and it is very rare for a war to escalate to the death.

In the eyes of the devil, war is a game with rules, a means to realize his ambitions and aspirations, just like human societies compete with each other.

Unfortunately, Zhang Cheng had no intention of following this rule, responding with a cold laugh: "What does it have to do with me that the Angel Legion is stationed on the border? What makes you think this war will end in mutual destruction? No, I will kill all the rebels, become the true King of Hell, and then launch a new war to conquer Heaven."

"You...you're not a demon?!"

Another demon king with six eyes keenly sensed that the soul of this unknown creature maintaining a human form was fundamentally different from the native life of hell, and his face was filled with disbelief.

“That’s right! I am not a demon! On the contrary, I am a human, or at least I used to be. But now, I have abandoned my human identity and intend to evolve towards a higher level of life. Tell me, will you choose to submit or choose destruction?” Zhang Cheng issued his ultimatum directly.

He could sense that, as time passed, the side effects of completely devouring the Behemoth were beginning to appear.

In particular, the seemingly endless hunger and the intense desire for destruction constantly stimulated every nerve.

Of course, this side effect is temporary, lasting at most a few days to a week, and the adverse mental reactions will gradually subside and disappear.

The problem is that the impact will continue for some time and will be very, very strong.

"Arrogant! How dare you challenge six demon kings at the same time! Who do you think you are? The once most powerful demon king, Satan?" The great demon with flames burning on his horns roared angrily.

"Perhaps we should teach him a lesson!" The demon king, with a lizard-like head, drew his weapon and assumed a fighting stance.

For hellish demons who glorify chaos, if disagreements arise and neither side can convince the other, then force is the ultimate solution.

The winner takes all!

The loser loses everything!

It's both simple and brutal...

The problem is, Zhang Cheng clearly liked this approach. He spread his arms wide and mocked in a sarcastic tone, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's get started! Although according to the original plan, I hoped this game could go on for a while, if you guys personally participate, ending it early wouldn't be unacceptable. Oh, I almost forgot, before such an important battle begins, we should have a little warm-up and embellishment first."

Before anyone could react, he spoke directly to the succubus far away on the Fel Cannon Highlands via telepathy: "Your Shadow Mage Corps can make its move."

"As you wish, my great and evil master." Renes immediately teleported to the mage group that had been waiting for a long time and lashed the ground with his whip.

Snapped!

"You lowly fools! The master's orders have arrived! Show your strength to the fullest! Remember! I will make those who, after being smashed, tremble uncontrollably at the mere mention of the name of the Shadow Mage Order!"

"understand!"

"Prepare for the magical ritual!"

"Third squad, take your positions!"

"Second squad is responsible for coordinating energy!"

"Magic energy access!"

……

Under the guidance and command of several Eredar demon warlocks, a massive and astonishing super spell was swiftly completed.

All that could be seen in the sky were huge, black, ink-like clouds that covered the entire battlefield.

next second...

One after another, shadow arrows containing astonishing destructive power rained down from the sky, launching a comprehensive and three-dimensional pursuit and attack on the Hell Legion.

In less than three to five minutes, more than half of the soldiers were killed, and the rest looked pale, as if they had been poisoned, lying on the ground spitting out mouthfuls of thick, black blood.

While shadow energy is not as ferocious as fel energy, it is extremely corrosive. Once it touches a little, it will twist and devour the target until the target dies or is eliminated by a more powerful force.

As a special energy originating from the Twisting Nether, the difficulty of dealing with Shadows can be seen from the Old Gods of Azeroth.

If fel energy is likened to explosives that brutally destroy everything, then shadow is like various superbugs and parasites lurking within the body.

You might be able to kill the explosives, but it's much harder to get rid of the bacteria and parasites inside your body.

Even more terrifying is that the energy of shadow and death is very similar in nature. With just a little manipulation, those corpses that still retain shadow energy can be awakened and become living dead.

Renes clearly understood this, so immediately after the massive group Shadow Bolt ended, he performed Azeroth's unique necromancy ritual.

Before long, thousands of the hellish demons that had just been killed staggered to their feet and began a frenzied attack on everything that was alive around them.

Such a massive war and slaughter caused the death energy to boil throughout the region, and the omnipresent rules of death cheered and constantly stimulated Zhang Cheng's sensitive nerves.

Without a doubt, through this great battle to conquer Hell, he not only successfully spread fel energy and shadow throughout the world, but also won the favor of death.

"Hehe, this feels fantastic! Gentlemen, are you satisfied with the warm-up I arranged? Or rather, does anyone still think I would fight a war that results in mutual destruction?" Zhang Cheng raised his supreme authority and stared at his opponents with a provocative gaze.

Although he was not much stronger than the demon king of hell in terms of energy level, he was at least two levels stronger in terms of practical application and creation.

"You madman! You mercilessly slaughtered millions of demons! When the angelic legions hear this news, they will surely launch a full-scale invasion of Hell!" The demon king, his horns ablaze with flames, roared.

"I couldn't be happier! If those winged birdmen are willing to come and die sooner, I'd be more than happy to kill them all. One last question: does anyone among you want to quit?"

As he spoke, Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes and scanned the six great demons standing not far away, especially the two with female characteristics.

After about ten seconds of silence, the alluring female demon lord, whose appearance incited primal desires and impulses, took two steps back and said with a half-smile, "I'm withdrawing. I'm very sorry, guys, but I think this war is no longer worth fighting..."

Chapter 867 Conquering Hell (Part 11)

"Quit? Are you crazy?"

"Damn it! Ashima! Didn't you hear? He's not a demon, nor is he a part of Hell. He's an intruder!"

"That's right! It's precisely at times like these that we should unite instead of scheming against each other because of past grievances."

……

Seeing cracks appear in the once-solid alliance, the remaining five demon kings' expressions changed drastically. Some offered words of comfort, while others shouted rebukes.

Clearly, in the demons' inherent mindset, if a powerful demon rises to become the lord of hell, they will subconsciously lower their stance and choose to accept and submit.

But for an outsider, especially a human being seen as a target for conquest, they would never willingly give up the fight, and would even have to defend their so-called "dignity".

Unfortunately, a sense of superiority is often a very inexplicable thing. It can lead to a kind of subjective and hysterical stubbornness that ignores objective facts about a certain intelligent life form or even an entire group.

For example, the white Europeans who developed during the Age of Exploration believed for a long time that all other races and civilizations in the world, except themselves, were primitive and barbaric, only fit to be enslaved, killed, and plundered. Even in the 18th century, Americans could still hunt Native Americans with guns without any psychological burden, cutting off their scalps for bounties.

For example, Japan, after a brief period of rapid development, foolishly interpreted its advantage of being the first to industrialize and thus gaining an advantage over Asia, which was still in the process of agriculturalization, as a permanent advantage of its race and civilization.

For some reason, almost all intelligent life forms possess similar attributes, and demons are no exception.

Zhang Cheng watched this dramatic scene of switching sides with great interest, and after a while, he smiled and said, "Madam, you are different from these arrogant fools; you have made an absolutely correct choice."

“No, you don’t understand. I didn’t say I would submit to you, merely withdraw from this dangerous struggle. If you win in the end, I will naturally make you my sovereign, but if you lose, I will not hesitate to stab you to make sure I am not purged.” Eshima licked her lips as she revealed her plan.

It must be said that she was indeed very cunning, and she began to bet on both sides as soon as she realized that the situation was not good.

Regardless of who wins in the end, she can retain her rights and status.

"It doesn't matter, it makes no difference to me. In fact, this war ended long ago with the annihilation of your armies. What I will show you next is the power of the Lord of Hell..."

As the last word slipped out!

Zhang Cheng's entire body suddenly swelled up, transforming into a giant dragon with more than a dozen heads, spewing a series of dragon breaths at the enemy, including flames, strong acids, ice, and lightning.

boom!!!!!!!!!

When different types of energy converge at a single point, a terrifying energy wave erupts.

In a mere instant!

Where the six demon kings were located, a black hole-like object appeared, frantically devouring everything around it.

Whether it's an unlucky soul who's accidentally attracted to it, or various flying sand and stones, they will all disappear without a trace.

Fortunately, the Demon King is the Demon King after all. Upon realizing the situation was dire, he immediately used teleportation magic to leave the danger zone and squinted as he observed the violent changes occurring between different energies in the air.

"Controlling more than ten different energies at the same time! It's unbelievable!" Eshima's pupils suddenly contracted as she muttered to herself in a voice only she could hear.

Since she had clearly stated her withdrawal, she wasn't too worried about being attacked and stood far away to observe the multi-headed dragon's attack methods.

With precise control over various magical energies, the dragon breath emitted by each attribute head merged with the breath emitted by another head, producing different variations.

This means that the person being attacked has no way to use a single-attribute protective magic to resist the direct damage from the dragon's breath.

Even more terrifying is that when all the energy converges at a single point, the nature of the energy undergoes a qualitative leap, directly shattering time and space to form a black hole with immense gravitational pull. All matter trapped inside will vanish without a trace.

Of course, the other demon kings were not to be trifled with either, and they all unleashed their most powerful abilities to fight back.

Unfortunately, like most great demons, their power attribute was very singular. Neither physical nor magical attacks posed much of a threat to the dragon that Zhang Cheng had transformed into. Instead, they were forced to retreat step by step.

One of the guys, sensing something was wrong, tried to run away, but was caught up and knocked to the ground. Then, thousands of tentacles swarmed over and sucked him dry.

Without a doubt, Zhang Cheng was devouring the strongest beings in hell, using their powerful genes to improve himself.

In order to successfully consume the orb of light, he must strengthen his body at all costs to prevent being unable to absorb the enormous amount of energy throughout the process.

"Damn it! This madman wants to eat us!" a great demon shouted through gritted teeth.

As a demon king standing at the pinnacle of power and authority in Hell, he could not accept that someone of his kind, who possessed power comparable to his own, had so easily become someone else's food, especially since this guy claimed to have once been human.