Spellcasting Gods

However, before he could fly very far, he suddenly heard a loud bang behind him.

boom!!!!

The entire crater shot into the sky, not only bringing up a large amount of fel-evil magma and volcanic ash, but also lifting up thousands of tons of lava blocks into the air, and the ground cracked open with countless bottomless fissures.

All flame beings, including Icarette, were drawn by an indescribable force, forming a massive black hole.

At the center of the black hole, that basketball-sized artifact spins at high speed, constantly compressing, compressing, and compressing energy again...

After the magma chamber, which stretched for tens of kilometers underground, was completely drained, a huge ring-shaped energy field suddenly erupted, tearing space apart and forming a terrifying rift that was more than two hundred meters high and fifty meters wide.

Zhang Cheng, who had been waiting for a long time, squeezed through at top speed without hesitation. His huge size pushed the already fragile ground to its limit, making a cracking sound that sent chills down one's spine.

"Damn it! I forgot I'm a little overweight!"

After muttering a curse under his breath, he quickly used magic to compress his size and weight, and in the blink of an eye, he was no different from before, except that he was completely naked.

"Master, we'd better leave quickly. The geological conditions here are quite unstable, and violent earthquakes and large-scale collapses could occur at any time." Seeing that the danger had passed, Adam hurriedly flew back to remind him.

"Don't worry about me, go and start the final plan. I need some time to adjust to the changes in my body." Zhang Cheng walked forward, his feet sinking into the constantly collapsing ground.

Because his energy and mass are highly compressed, he is currently like a baby who has just learned to walk and is not yet able to control himself well.

no way!

Since becoming a Titan, his true form has never shrunk, so he is now clearly somewhat out of control.

It is important to know that the body of each Titan is formed from a special liquid metal that is formed from the star soul that surrounds the deepest part of the planet's core. Its astonishing hardness and mass are beyond the imagination of normal people.

When such high-strength, high-density metal is compressed hundreds or even thousands of times, the difficulty of handling it is basically the same as an elderly person who has been paralyzed in bed for sixty or seventy years suddenly recovering; it takes at least one or two months to adapt and recover.

"Understood! I will follow your plan and distribute the potion in water treatment plants worldwide, so that all ordinary people will awaken their magical talents within three years." Adam bowed, then disappeared over the horizon at an extremely fast speed.

"Sigh, I need to get out of here quickly too. With such a commotion, both the US government and the North American Supreme Council will send people to investigate. It's best to avoid being exposed for now..."

After letting out a slight sigh, Zhang Cheng extended a finger and cast a teleportation spell with minimal energy output.

next second...

He vanished into thin air and appeared in a plaza in Chicago, more than 2,000 kilometers away.

The reason they were able to pinpoint their location so quickly was thanks to the huge Jordan statue in the square and the records about the Bulls dynasty engraved on the stone slab beneath it.

After all, even those who are not interested in sports cannot possibly have not heard of the legendary records created by basketball god Michael Jordan.

However, he didn't appear in a bustling downtown area, but in a somewhat dilapidated neighborhood with a lot of colorful graffiti on the walls, and you could even see single holes and bullets embedded in the walls...

"Okay, I need a set of clothes and some cash now." Zhang Cheng sighed slightly and began to survey the surrounding houses.

Just as he was moving slowly with an extremely uncoordinated gait, a young white girl with a backpack, wearing ripped jeans and a white t-shirt suddenly appeared from around the corner.

"Believe me, you don't want to know what happened to me." Zhang Cheng shrugged, feigning helplessness.

"Uh... they didn't do anything to you that's hard to describe, did they?"

Zhang Cheng could easily sense the filthy thoughts surfacing in the other person's mind, and immediately shook his head without hesitation: "No! I wasn't robbed! Also, could you please give me some clothes or a cardboard box to cover my private parts? I don't have an exhibitionist fetish."

"Ha! Sorry, I forgot. Here, if you don't mind, you can use this towel to wrap yourself up." As she spoke, the girl took out a slightly damp towel from her backpack, and a black bikini swimsuit could be vaguely seen next to the towel.

Without even asking, it was obvious that she had just been to the beach and was planning to return to her lodgings.

"Thank you!" Zhang Cheng politely thanked him, quickly wrapping the towel around his waist to avoid the most awkward situation.

Before he could even ask which neighborhood in Chicago this was, five shirtless, burly black men emerged from a building, one of them carrying a blood-dripping knife.

"Oh! No! No! No!" The girl panicked when she saw this and turned to run away.

"Hey! You little bitch! Stop right there! Or I'll shoot!" The tallest guy pulled out a worn-out black pistol without saying a word.

"No! Don't shoot! I know the rules! I swear I didn't see anything! I don't know anything!" The girl raised her hands high, her voice trembling slightly.

You'll never understand how cheap life is until you've lived in a poor neighborhood in America.

Especially among Black people, who are known for their high crime rates, they will not hesitate to shoot and kill someone even for a pair of shoes, a watch, a diamond ring, or a few dollars in cash...

Chapter 0937 Cleaning up the trash

"Didn't see anything? Do you think we'd believe that? Be honest!"

The black man, who had pulled out a gun, cursed and swore, spewing out a variety of vulgarities from his gorilla-like lips, as he approached and tried to grope her.

His purpose was obvious: to be lustful at first sight.

At the same time, several other black men swung their baseball bats, intending to hit Zhang Cheng hard on the head.

But before they could even start arguing, Zhang Cheng, who had been standing still, suddenly made a very stiff movement.

moment!

boom!

boom!

The two unfortunate men were thrown into the air, flying more than twenty meters high, their chests caved in, and then they fell back down from that height. Their heads splattered like smashed watermelons, with large amounts of liquid mixed with white brain matter flowing out. Their gruesome deaths were truly horrifying.

And all of this was caused by nothing more than a light touch from a finger.

Shock!

fear!

trembling!

The pupils of the remaining Black men suddenly contracted; they simply couldn't believe what they were seeing!

How could it be sent flying more than 20 meters high with just a light poke of a finger?

Even movies wouldn't dare to film something like this!

With their pitifully small brain capacity and intelligence, they simply could not comprehend the astonishing power that a Titan compressed to human size could possess.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry. I hate trash who uses violence so easily, so I accidentally killed them. I'm sure you won't blame me, right?" Zhang Cheng pursed his lips slightly, revealing an extremely dangerous smile.

It was easy to tell from his expression that he not only had no intention of apologizing, but also planned to kill the remaining few as well.

The founding fathers who, when the United States was first established, continuously transported enslaved Africans, and Abraham Lincoln, who signed the Emancipation Proclamation and provided a large number of cheap laborers for Northern capitalism, probably never imagined that they would make such a huge mistake for short-term gains.

With the improvement of productivity and the establishment of social welfare systems, the descendants of the Black people who contributed countless lives and souls to the rise of the United States have begun to wield a big stick called "racial discrimination" to fight for their own interests and even attack other relatively disadvantaged immigrant groups.

They are unproductive, lazy, and incredibly greedy. They take pride in engaging in criminal activities, preferring to risk their lives to steal, rob, traffic drugs, or engage in prostitution rather than do anything practical to change their living conditions.

Gradually, African Americans have transformed from victims into a social scourge.

Even more frightening is that Black elites will exploit their uneducated and foolish compatriots to instigate various riots for their own gain, and once they achieve their goals, they will discard them all.

This is a divided ethnic group!

A race without dreams, without hope, rotten to the core!

Perhaps some of them still have their passion undiminished, and some have not lost their sense of justice, but in the end, they must return to Lu Xun's words: "Either erupt in silence, or die in silence."

Either, under the leadership of a strong leader, African Americans tear the United States apart, build a nation that truly belongs to them on this rich land, and awaken numb souls with courage, blood, and death.

Unfortunately, Zhang Cheng has not yet seen this possibility, so he views the entire African American community with disgust and contempt.

However, this situation will not last long. With the launch of the final plan, some countries, races, and ethnic groups around the world will gradually awaken their magical talents in the next few years. At that time, human civilization, which was originally based on scientific research, will usher in a huge upheaval and transformation.

By then, everyone will be back on the same starting line, and who will become the dominant force in the 21st-century global village is truly uncertain.

"Fuck! He killed Mance and Losak!"

"Shoot him! This guy is a dangerous individual!"

"Monster! Die!"

boom!boom!boom!boom!

With a crisp gunshot, more than a dozen nine-millimeter bullets burst from the barrel, hitting Zhang Cheng squarely in the chest and abdomen.

However, these bullets had no effect whatsoever; to be precise, they couldn't even penetrate the skin before losing kinetic energy and falling to the ground.

The body of a Titan cannot be penetrated by a mere five or six hundred joules!

Let alone firearms, even if the Tsar Bomba, developed by the former Soviet Union, exploded on his head right now, it wouldn't hurt a single hair on his head.

"Damn it! I said I hate trash who use violence so easily! Don't you black devils understand English?" Zhang Cheng dragged his extremely awkward body, grabbed the black man who had shot him, and threw him directly at the remaining two unlucky guys.

boom!

A white, umbrella-shaped mist instantly formed, followed by a tremendous impact at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye. The three unfortunate souls were instantly shattered into a shapeless pool of blood and flesh by the interaction of forces.

no doubt!

With the Titans' indescribable power, even a gentle toss could send a non-streamlined human over the sound barrier.

After finishing all this, Zhang Cheng turned to the girl who had been facing away from him and was trembling all over, and said, "Miss, those scumbags are no longer here. Now, could you please tell me how to get to the nearest bank?"

"Go five kilometers to the west!" The woman raised her arm and pointed to the right.

Perhaps out of fear, she never turned around, as if to assert the truth that she hadn't seen anything.

It must be said that she has a very strong will to survive and understands that there are some things she absolutely cannot get involved in.

"Thank you!" Zhang Cheng politely thanked him, then turned and continued walking along the street, intending to withdraw some money before dark, then find a place to settle down and slowly adapt to his compressed body.

After all, he couldn't maintain the astonishing height and physique of a Titan on Earth, otherwise neither the governments of the ordinary world nor the Supreme Council of the underworld would stand idly by.

Chapter 0938 City of Gangsters

Without a doubt, the United States is a country controlled by capital, where all rights, resources, and interpersonal relationships are built around capital.

Whether it was the government and army that had not fought a war for a mere 16 years out of 242 years since the founding of the nation, or the capital groups that gradually built their fortunes by supplying industrial raw materials to Britain, they were all serving the same thing: money, which is considered the root of all evil.

Here, as long as you are rich enough, no matter how outrageous your actions are, they can be forcibly interpreted as positive evaluations such as "unique", "eccentric", or "performance art". Even your excrement will be picked up by brainless fans who will take a bite and shout "It smells so good".

It must be said that the mentality of the masses described by French social psychologist Gustave Le Bon in his book "The Crowd" is almost identical to the stupidity, ignorance, and folly exhibited by the American lower class.

Especially when Zhang Cheng walked into the bank lobby wearing a towel, security guards and staff immediately rushed over and tried to drive him out as if he were a homeless person.

But after he revealed his identity, everyone present immediately changed their demeanor, apologizing like lapdogs. Even the duty manager rushed out to invite him into the VIP room and had his subordinates run to the nearby store to buy him an expensive and well-fitting designer suit.

Unfortunately, these attempts at flattery and sycophancy yielded no reward.

After obtaining several new credit cards and withdrawing $10,000 in cash, Zhang Cheng turned and disappeared into the vast night with those extremely awkward steps.