Spellcasting Gods

Especially the eyes, which are filled with indifference to life, as if everyone else in the world except oneself is a lower being.

"How is this possible..." Zhang Cheng clenched his fists tightly, his tone filled with disbelief.

"Hahahaha! How about it? After reading this memory, do you feel a bit of absurdity?" The phantom laughed happily.

"How do I know if you created these things out of thin air with magic?" Zhang Cheng was clearly not so easily convinced by a stranger, especially one who was the infamous Demon King Satan.

The phantom shrugged nonchalantly: "You should understand that I don't care whether you believe me or not. I'm just stating a fact. You know, I knew of your existence tens of thousands of years ago, and the deal you just saw was a promise to hand over the Orb of Destruction to you after my death."

"The Sphere of Destruction?" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Yes, the Orb of Destruction. Whoever possesses it gains the power to annihilate all matter. It was with this power that I became the strongest demon in the history of Hell. Also, don't ask me who that person is, because I know nothing. He might be you in the future, or he might just be someone who looks similar..."

After saying this, the phantom slowly faded into nothingness and eventually disappeared, leaving only the metal sphere placed in the central groove of the coffin.

Chapter 0872 Inheritance

boom!

Outside the skeletal tomb, black and red lava erupted once more, turning the entire sky into a gloomy black fog.

In this area, which can be called a forbidden zone for life, almost no creatures can survive.

For a full seventy-two hours, Eshima stood motionless at the door, looking like a sculpture from ancient Greece, only with an unusual allure and beauty.

Just as she thought it was unlikely that Zhang Cheng would come out alive and was about to turn around and leave, the tomb of the solid skeleton suddenly began to collapse, and countless bones rolled down from the top like a snowball, making a deafening sound.

At the same time, the magma surrounding the tomb began to surge wildly for some unknown reason, as if it had been stimulated by some external force.

next second!

All of this disaster seemed to freeze in time, motionless, and then vanished, leaving only large patches of faint light floating in the air.

"Is this the power of destruction? A powerful crushing device that shatters molecules and atoms into irregular, tiny particles?"

Accompanied by a familiar voice, Zhang Cheng finally appeared, holding the little gadget known as the "Orb of Destruction" in his hand.

Although he didn't quite understand how this thing worked, he was 100% certain that it didn't belong to the category of supernatural forces.

On the contrary, it is a purely technological creation, with an internal complex structure and energy that is almost comparable to that of a star.

A technological product from an advanced civilization...

A mysterious person who looks strikingly similar to himself...

This world, filled with countless mysteries, finally made Zhang Cheng realize that a shocking secret was hidden behind it.

"Congratulations! It seems you have obtained the legacy of the Demon King Satan." Eshima, clearly unaware of what the other party had experienced in the tomb, quickly bowed deeply.

“Thank you! I did indeed inherit his legacy. From now on, I am the true Lord of Hell.” Zhang Cheng said, fiddling with the metal ball in his hand and snapping his fingers.

moment!

Powerful magical energy tore through space, forming a stable portal.

But the other side is not Shanghai, but the human world.

To be precise, it's the desert highway in California, USA.

Through the not-so-clear image, you can vaguely see two young women wearing leather pants and jackets riding a uniquely styled Harley motorcycle at high speed along the road, occasionally letting out excited screams.

They were none other than Elizabeth and her stepsisters.

"Are you planning to take me to the human world?" Ashma asked, somewhat uncertainly.

In any case, the agreement signed between Hell, Heaven, and humanity has not been broken. Normally, whether it is a demon or an angel, going to the human world requires the approval of the Supreme Council; otherwise, it will be considered an invasion and a declaration of war.

"What, you don't want to come?" Zhang Cheng asked with a playful expression.

Eshima smiled and shook her head: "No! Of course I want to go. But the question is, aren't you afraid of clashing with the Supreme Council?"

"Why should I be afraid? Don't you know that in the human world I am a member of the North American Supreme Council and also an alchemy master?" Zhang Cheng revealed his identity directly.

Since the entire hell was now his rear base, he wasn't worried at all about being caught during this teleportation.

"A member of the Supreme Council? An alchemist!" Eshima felt her brain starting to malfunction.

“That’s right! What, you seem a little surprised?” With that, Zhang Cheng raised the supreme authority and began to add one hidden rune after another to the teleportation portal to ensure that it could deceive the Earth’s security system.

"Of course I'm surprised! Since you already hold such a high position in the human world, why bother conquering Hell and Heaven? Do you intend to...?"

Before Ashima could finish speaking, Zhang Cheng interrupted with a light laugh, "Please don't presume to know what I'm thinking, because you'll never guess. Conquering Hell and Heaven is just one part of my grand plan. When the time is right, I will naturally tell you what the real goal is. But before that, let's go to the human world and establish a stable channel for the supply of souls."

As he uttered the last word, he stepped through the portal and appeared in front of a bar in a small town.

Ashima followed closely behind, and the instant she passed through the portal, she transformed into a black-haired beauty, exuding an aura that would ignite the desires of any man.

Without any unnecessary words, the two pushed open the door one after the other and walked into the small, empty bar with fewer than ten people inside.

In the western United States, bars like this are often the only entertainment venues in town. People are busy working during the day, so it's only at night that things get a bit more lively.

"Two glasses of malt whiskey! On the rocks!" Zhang Cheng expertly handed a one-hundred-dollar bill to the bartender.

The latter checked briefly to make sure it wasn't counterfeit before taking out a brown bottle of wine from the cabinet, pouring it into a glass filled with ice, and then pushing it forward.

"Are you tourists?" the bartender asked, glancing at their attire.

"No, we're just waiting for someone, and we'll have a couple of drinks to soothe our throats," Zhang Cheng replied, raising his glass and downing it in one gulp.

Eshima didn't say anything, but simply imitated him and drank the wine in her glass in one gulp.

After all, as an ancient great demon, she had last come to this world thousands of years ago and knew very little about modern society, constantly looking around with curious eyes.

For long-lived species like angels and demons, several hundred years may only be a fleeting moment, and they can hardly perceive any changes in their surroundings.

But for short-lived humans, this was enough time to move from the backward pre-industrial revolution era into the electrical and even information age.

"Waiting for someone?"

Before the bartender could figure out what Zhang Cheng was trying to say, they heard the roar of a motorcycle coming from outside the door.

In the blink of an eye, two pure and beautiful female riders appeared at the bar entrance, skillfully jumping out of the car and walking in.

"Hey! Hey little girl, wanna sit down and have a couple of drinks with me?" Zhang Cheng, sitting at the bar, turned around and gave a very roguish whistle.

Just when everyone, including the bartender, thought the young man was going to be given the cold shoulder, one of the pretty girls rushed over, opened her arms and hugged him tightly, asking with a look of surprise, "Honey, you weren't waiting for us here, were you?"

Chapter 0873 The Devil's Paradise

"No, of course not. I'm here to verify something, something very important to me." Zhang Cheng's eyes gleamed with a deep light as he gently smoothed the girl's wind-blown hair.

"Oh? What is it?" Elizabeth asked with a curious look.

"It'll be a secret for now. I'll tell you when it's just the two of us," Zhang Cheng said with a mysterious smile, trying to gloss over the matter.

Clearly, he didn't want anyone to know the purpose of his trip, at least not in public.

"Wow! You wouldn't be thinking of..." Elsa seemed to have misunderstood something, her tone revealing a strong sense of teasing.

Zhang Cheng quickly shook his head: "No, of course it's not what you think. By the way, how have you been enjoying your motorcycle trip around America? Have you encountered any interesting things?"

“Of course! I guarantee you’ll never imagine how exciting the story was for two beautiful women riding a Harley worth tens of thousands of dollars. We even had a handsome guy give us a free striptease!” Aisha said, pulling out a fifty-dollar bill and handing it to the bartender. “Two large beers! Iced! Thanks!”

"Give!"

Without saying a word, the burly bartender filled two large glasses with ice-cold beer and placed them on the bar counter.

Normally, young and beautiful girls like Elsa and Elizabeth would probably attract his attention like a magnet.

However, now, due to the astonishing allure emanating from Ashima, all the eyes of men and women in the entire bar are fixed on this demon king of hell.

Elizabeth had already noticed the devilish woman sitting next to her boyfriend. She picked up her glass, took a big gulp of ice-cold beer, and then casually asked, "Honey, who is this lady next to you?"

“My name is Eshima, nice to meet you, interesting little guy.”

Before Zhang Cheng could speak, Ashima extended her right hand with a curious expression on her face.

She simply couldn't understand how a monster who had accomplished the great task of conquering hell could inexplicably end up with a weak witch.

“Little one?” Elizabeth asked with a delightful smirk, undoubtedly taking the word as a sarcastic remark about herself.

“That’s right! To me, anyone under a thousand years old is a little kid,” Eshima replied matter-of-factly.

"Damn it! Who are you?"

Seeing that Elizabeth was getting too agitated, Zhang Cheng immediately whispered in her ear, "Relax! She's not human, she's a demon from hell."

"A... demon?!" The girl's eyes widened instinctively.

"Heh! Otherwise, what do you think I am, a human woman who sells her body for benefits?" Ashima suddenly moved closer, her pupils flashing with an indescribable evil light.

moment!

Elizabeth felt as if the blood in her entire body had frozen, like a small animal encountering a natural enemy, unable to move at all.

Seeing this, Zhang Cheng immediately frowned and stopped him, saying, "Enough! Don't show off your power here; it's easy to cause unnecessary trouble."

"Don't be angry, I was just joking." Ashima stepped back nonchalantly, stretched, placed her hands on the bar, and showed off her flawless curves.

For a moment, many people in the bar were stunned and began to swallow their saliva involuntarily.

"Sigh, never mind, just go do what you're supposed to do. I'm sure you know how to use ordinary people to spread evil ideas and lure mortal souls into hell, right?" Zhang Cheng probed in a somewhat uncertain tone.

"You mean... you want me to establish a cult?" Ashima casually cast a charm spell on the bartender, sending him away to a distant place.

“No, there’s no need to establish a sect. You have to understand, this is the United States of America, the most technologically advanced country in the ordinary world, and also fertile ground for all kinds of cults. At its peak, there were more than two to five thousand cult organizations, and ten to twenty million people participated in cult activities to varying degrees. So you don’t need to create a sect; you just need to give those cult leaders a little help,” Zhang Cheng hinted meaningfully.

Heaven's Gate, Tribe of David, People's Temple, Fundamentalist Church of Mormonism...

They also recruited Hollywood star Tom Cruise, brought down the US anti-cult organization, and then acquired Scientology, which served as their propaganda arm.

Cults in the United States are like wildfires that cannot be extinguished, springing up again with the spring breeze; they are simply a paradise for evil.

In such an environment, there's no need for demons to painstakingly create sects and develop followers. They can directly contact cult leaders who already have some influence and then easily harvest souls on a large scale.

However, most evil people are unaware of this, their thinking remains stuck in the ancient Middle Ages, and they are even less aware that with the development of internet technology, cults no longer need to hide as they used to. Instead, they can use a series of methods such as misinterpretation and changing concepts to spread their propaganda to the ignorant masses.

People who have experienced materialistic education probably can't imagine how powerful religion and brainwashing are, to the point that they can make a person abandon the most basic biological instinct—survival—and choose to commit suicide with their whole family.

"Where can I find these adorable little guys?" Ashma licked her lips excitedly.

To demons, a soul is like a combination of energy, currency, and food in modern society.

As long as there are enough souls, Hell can continuously create new low-level demons, and these low-level demons can strive for higher evolution through competition and killing, forming a perfect virtuous cycle.