Spellcasting Gods

Having said that, the succubus waved her hand gently, indicating that the other party could leave.

"As you wish..."

The Dreadlord bowed deeply, then used teleportation magic to return to the border, disguising himself as an angel, intending to enter the most heavily guarded Cloud City in Heaven to conduct a small reconnaissance.

Chapter 0870 The Desire of Satan

"Is this the tomb of Satan, the so-called strongest demon king in hell?" Zhang Cheng stared at the castle standing in a patch of black and red lava, completely built up from the skeletons of various giant creatures.

“That’s right, this is it. Isn’t it spectacular?” Ashma looked up, her face filled with adoration and worship.

For every demon in hell, Satan is not just one of the many lords of hell, but also a spiritual faith and pillar, an irreplaceable symbol.

It was under his leadership that Hell was able to fight to a standstill against the gods of Earth and the true masters of Heaven in that earth-shattering ancient war.

However, even the mighty Demon King could not escape death in the end, and was eventually buried in this unknown corner.

"It's spectacular! If I'm not mistaken, these bones belong to gods and archangels, as well as countless powerful magical creatures like dragons," Zhang Cheng exclaimed, picking up a piece of bone that emitted a faint energy.

Even after thousands of years, the energy contained within these bones has not completely dissipated, which shows how powerful the owners of these bones were in life.

And Satan, the devil who uses their bones to make graves, can naturally be considered to be at the top of the food chain.

"All the bones used to build this skeletal tomb were from prey killed by Satan himself. You have never experienced that era, so you can never imagine how astonishing the power he displayed was. Although I also have the title of Demon King, compared to him, it's like the difference between a rat and a dragon."

When she said these words, Ashima showed a rare look of deep reminiscence.

As one of the very few demons who survived from ancient times, she knew better than anyone that the current Demon King of Hell was on a completely different level from the Demon King of Hell of the past.

It could even be said that any of the demon kings of the past could easily defeat the six demon kings who were later chosen.

Clearly, Eshima desires to restore Hell's former glory more than the so-called superiority of demons.

Glancing at this direct descendant of the first generation of the Demon King of Lust, Zhang Cheng chuckled and nodded: "You're right. In any world, weakness is the original sin."

Look at the hypocritical morality and order that human society has built up, and the double standards that would make even the devil feel nauseous.

Especially since they clamor for freedom, equality, and democracy while indiscriminately killing their own kind and yearning for a powerful leader to guide them, it's as ridiculous as a split personality.

In fact, whether it is humans, demons, or angels, they all essentially worship the strong and yearn to follow in their footsteps, even if it is wrong.

Without a doubt, Satan is such a powerful being, so all the demons in Hell worship him and even sincerely hope that he can rise from his grave.

But believe me, after we conquer Heaven, our names will become legends, remembered by all the demons of Hell.

“I am really looking forward to this day.” Ashma smiled and gave a slight bow.

"Please tell me, how exactly do I get into this ancient tomb built of bones? You know, I don't want to resort to violence." Zhang Cheng stroked his chin with a playful expression.

“It’s simple! Use your blood! Only those who are recognized as successors by the Demon King Satan are qualified to enter this tomb and obtain the precious knowledge he left behind.” Ashma pointed meaningfully to the skull of an unknown creature in front of her.

"Bloodletting? Is this some kind of potential or energy test...?"

Filled with strong doubt, Zhang Cheng made a cut on his palm, letting his strangely colored blood flow into it.

moment!

A row of previously silent skulls suddenly emitted a terrifying red light from their eye sockets and chanted in an ancient language: "Satan! Satan! Praise be to you! The greatest lord of hell! You are the embodiment of evil, cruelty, and cunning! You are the brightest star in the sky!"

As the skeletons chanted, a large number of bones suddenly made a crackling sound.

Within just a few minutes, a tunnel large enough for one person to pass through opened up beside the airtight ancient wall.

It was pitch black inside, without a single ray of light.

However, with his darkvision, Zhang Cheng could clearly see a corpse, devoid of any signs of life, lying in a coffin made of some unknown material in the spacious hall.

No decay!

Not shriveled!

There was no nauseating, putrid smell either!

Rather than a corpse, it resembled, for example, a handsome man who had just fallen into a deep sleep.

It stands over two meters tall, with horns on its head that resemble runes, and its skin is fair and translucent. Its two feet are shaped like grapes.

"Is this the Demon King Satan?" Zhang Cheng asked, sounding uncertain.

“Yes! That’s him! If you want anything from him, you’d better be careful. After all, even in death, he is still the most powerful demon king in Hell.” Ashima smiled and gestured for him to proceed.

It was obvious without even asking that she had no intention of going in.

"Hehe, don't worry. According to someone's prediction, I'm just taking back what originally belonged to me. I won't encounter any danger."

With that, Zhang Cheng strolled leisurely, stepping carelessly on the jagged bones beneath his feet, and disappeared into the darkness.

He had barely stepped inside when the entrance was completely sealed off by a bone wall.

Feeling the temperature in the surrounding air rising steadily, Ashima immediately shook her head with a smile and said to the strange snake coiled around her arm, "My friend, do you remember how many guys have tried to obtain the legacy of the Demon King Satan?"

"Fourteen? Fifteen? Sorry, I don't remember exactly. Anyway, the end result is the same: no one comes out alive. But you're really insidious, using this method to eliminate countless competitors." The serpent opened its mouth and said sarcastically.

"No, you don't understand. It wasn't my intention to kill them. My intention was to find a true demon king who was qualified to inherit Satan's power and lead Hell to glory. But those guys disappointed me. I hope this time I can succeed. After all, I saw a few traces of Satan in him."

As the last word was uttered, the lava surrounding the entire skeletal tomb suddenly began to erupt.

Especially the lava columns that are hundreds of meters high, they are spectacular no matter how you look at them.

Seeing this, Ashima immediately curled her lips into a smile and muttered to herself in a voice only she could hear, "Ah! The test has begun! Great Demon King Satan, may you be satisfied with this successor, otherwise I will have a hard time finding such an evil, cruel, and ambitious target for a long time..."

Chapter 0871 Doubt

"Have you ever doubted your own life?" a young, handsome demonic phantom asked from the depths of the tomb, a half-smile playing on its lips.

It's not hard to tell from his face, which is exactly the same as the corpse lying in the coffin, that he is the remnant soul of Satan, the former lord of hell, or a remnant of some kind of consciousness.

"Questioning life?" Zhang Cheng clearly didn't understand what the other person meant, and subconsciously frowned.

The illusory figure nodded slightly: "That's right! Look at the world we live in. Have you ever doubted whether it's fake, or controlled by some mysterious force? Have you ever questioned whether you truly exist?"

"No! And there's no need! Because it's a paradox, a vicious cycle that can never be proven, and I don't want to waste my time on a boring philosophical question." Zhang Cheng hesitated for a moment before quickly giving a negative answer.

It's worth noting that in 1981, philosopher Hilary Putnam proposed a very interesting concept in his book "Reason, Truth and History," called the brain in a vat.

Simply put, it involves placing a person's brain in a sealed container and using technology to create a virtual world that is exactly the same as the real world. Touch, smell, sight, and hearing can all be achieved through a neural conversion system.

At this moment, is the brain inside the jar aware that it is living in a virtual world?

Doesn't it sound very similar to the famous Matrix trilogy?

In fact, the latter was inspired by the former to create such an interesting script.

In fact, a long time ago, many scientists have suspected that humans on Earth may be living in a virtual computer of a super civilization.

The problem is that humans simply cannot prove whether this is real or just pure fantasy.

If it were true, as "brains in a vat," humanity's connection with the outside world would be completely controlled by a super-civilization. It would be impossible for them to discover anything unusual in life, like in The Matrix, let alone have any so-called "common sense."

As a realist, Zhang Cheng had no interest in wasting time on this. Even living in a virtual world, he wanted to create the most powerful piece of virtual code.

"Ah! I can sense that your will is very strong and you will not be easily influenced by external factors. But it's alright, I have some evidence that I believe you will understand what I mean after you see it."

The words had barely left his mouth!

The phantom beckoned with its finger toward the coffin containing its remains.

moment!

The corpse, which had not decayed for thousands of years, suddenly exploded with a bang, and a prismatic crystal shot out from it.

Before Zhang Cheng could figure out what this thing was, the crystal began to refract light and shadow outwards, eventually forming a realistic holographic image in the air.

"This is……"

"Shh! Keep quiet! Don't ask anything, and I won't answer any questions. Use your own eyes to see, and your own mind to think." The phantom put a finger to its lips, its eyes gleaming with a meaningful light.

On a desolate plain, a seemingly weak demon was struggling to crawl forward.

It was badly injured and starving and thirsty, but its two eyes did not give up hope of survival.

But like all cruel realities, willpower can never overcome objective facts. In the end, exhausted, it stopped crawling, lay on its back on the ground, and silently awaited death.

pain!

despair!

fear!

Just as the poor demon was about to die, a beam of light suddenly descended from the sky, and a black-haired man emerged from the pillar of light.

Because it's only a view of his back, we can't see his face for the time being.

The man bent down and whispered something in the little devil's ear. The little devil then regained its will to survive and nodded frantically.

Perhaps they agreed to some conditions, or perhaps they completed a deal that was kept secret.

In short, the man eventually stuffed a black metal ball the size of a fingernail into the demon's mouth.

Just one second later!

The little devil, which was originally on the verge of death, started to grow wildly as if it had eaten some superfood!

In no time, the short, thin, and weak little devil actually grew into a young and handsome great devil, almost indistinguishable from Satan's corpse.

Even more astonishingly, this newly empowered demon merely waved his left hand, disintegrating everything within hundreds of meters in front of him into luminous particles indistinguishable to the naked eye.

No flame!

There was no sound!

There were no spectacular lighting or shadow effects!

But it's more terrifying than any kind of magic or weapon!

Without a doubt, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, this is what Satan, the Lord of Hell, experienced in his childhood.

But what intrigued Zhang Cheng was who the black-haired man with his back to him was, and what the black metal sphere he had swallowed was.

Just as he was about to ask again, the black-haired man in the video suddenly turned to the side, revealing an incredibly horrifying face.

The reason it's described as terrifying isn't because the other person is particularly ugly or frightening.

On the contrary, this person was not only not bad-looking, but also very handsome. However, what was shocking was that he bore a striking resemblance to Zhang Cheng.