Spellcasting Gods

"Understood! I am from a completely different world than them! I have only one goal, which is to launder all the money as soon as possible, and then find a way to climb up and enter the enviable upper class."

“That’s right! You’re a black rose that grew up in the darkness, you should exude a fragrance from hell, not play these childish games. And as a woman, you have one major advantage you haven’t used yet, and that’s yourself. Remember that slightly overweight Mr. Claudien? He’s an advisor at a financial investment company. If you can win him over tonight, he can help you launder millions of dollars…”

Chapter 0943 Forging the Body

At the border between hell and heaven, a black river called the River Styx flows slowly, completely separating the two worlds.

As the most terrifying river in the world, the River Styx possesses many incredible powers. For example, the area within two kilometers of the river is an absolute anti-magic zone, and anything related to magical energy will be neutralized by some mysterious force.

In addition, neither angels nor demons can cross the River Styx by flying; otherwise, they will be pulled into the river by a powerful force.

It can be said that if someone wants to go from heaven to hell, or from hell to heaven, they can only cross a stone arch bridge that is fifty meters wide and more than six hundred meters long.

No one knows when the bridge was created, nor who built it. In any case, according to all the records of angels and demons, the bridge has stood there ever since the two worlds collided, and it has never collapsed no matter how fierce the wars or how many years have passed.

To the left of the bridge lies a paradise radiating strong positive energy and dazzling light. Not far away stands a massive military fortress, and even from several kilometers away, countless angels with fluttering white wings can be seen patrolling intently.

To the right of the bridge lies Hell, a place permeated with a dark and evil aura. There stands a sinister and terrifying castle there as well, with numerous embalmed angel corpses stuck in the spikes on top of the castle, making it look both ferocious and horrifying.

In addition, a large number of resurrected Burning Legion technicians and engineers are working overtime to build new war machines. The number of Fel Reavers and Super Hellfires, which are over ten meters tall, has already reached three digits and is still increasing.

Especially those pools of water that were recently built to store fel energy; from a distance, they appear lush and green, giving one a strange sense of unease.

At this moment, even if Heaven were a fool, it would be clear that Hell was ready to launch a full-scale attack.

Consequently, both sides simultaneously amassed large numbers of troops on the border, intending to wage a fierce and all-out war.

Sensing the tense atmosphere in the air, the succubus queen Reines licked her lips and sighed, "War! What a beautiful word! Those poor little angels are filled with fear. When will we finally be able to launch our attack and reap their desperate souls?"

“Don’t rush! We still need to wait for our master’s orders,” Pollack replied, gently stroking his newly reforged greatsword.

As fel energy and shadow spread rapidly throughout the world, his power had swelled to a level comparable to that of Doom Lord Kazzak, his eyes blazing with a terrifying green light.

"Damn it! I hate waiting! How about... we launch a probing attack first?" Reines' eyes darted around, clearly brewing some scheme.

"If you want to die, no one will stop you. But please remember, don't take us with you. Don't forget, your master doesn't like his subordinates acting on their own. I suspect that if you do, he will skin you alive without hesitation," Warrent sneered.

No one knows Zhang Cheng better than him what kind of person he is.

He was a madman who truly embraced darkness and valued his own interests above all else; given enough reason, destroying the world would be a piece of cake for him.

"Lowly human! Don't think you can keep pleasing your master with your petty cleverness. The day you fall out of favor, I'll be more than happy to rip out your heart," Reines threatened viciously, narrowing his eyes.

Without a doubt, as a succubus who enjoys playing tricks and schemes, the person she dislikes the most is Warrent, who has the ability to make accurate predictions.

The reason is simple: with accurate predictions of the future, all conspiracies and tricks will be exposed.

"Hahahaha! Out of favor? Do you think I'm some kind of clown who entertains medieval kings? No, my dear, my role is far more important than you imagine. Also, stop using the word 'lowly human' all the time, or your master will be displeased." Warren laughed and retorted.

Since the two had been at odds for a long time, he had become accustomed to this mode of getting along by talking but not fighting, and was unwilling to suffer any loss.

Just as Reines was about to make a sarcastic remark, a flash of light appeared from the makeshift portal, and Adam, dressed in a black suit, walked out of it.

He first glanced at the several high-ranking officials present, and then calmly said, "The master now needs a body, a body powerful enough to accommodate his consciousness."

"Who are you?" Ashima, who had recently returned to Hell from the human world, asked.

"I am Adam, a special life created by my master," Adam answered without hesitation.

"Why do we need a body? Can't Master just go through the teleportation portal that's already been set up?" Reines asked curiously.

Adam shook his head regretfully: "No! The portal's energy source is too small! It's simply not enough to allow a life form the size of a Titan to pass through."

"Titan?!"

"You mean... Master somehow transformed himself into a Titan!!"

"incredible!"

……

All the pit lords, dreadlords, and high-ranking eredar demons from the Burning Legion in the hall couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Because no one understands what Titans mean better than them!

That was the most powerful life form they knew, a colossal being capable of easily crushing the ancient gods sent by the forces of the void.

"How did Master become a Titan?" Reines' eyes gleamed with unusual excitement.

"He devoured the star soul of Azeroth and repelled the Pantheon's siege," Adam calmly revealed the truth.

As one of the executors of the entire plan, no one knew better than him how terrifying Zhang Cheng would be when he unleashed his power to the fullest. Heaven and Hell simply couldn't find any decent energy to maintain a portal that allowed him to travel freely between them.

Reines nodded thoughtfully: "I see! I understand! Berom! Immediately gather as much fel energy as possible! We need to forge a sturdy body for our master."

“It is my honor, Your Majesty.” The dreadlord known as Belom bowed deeply.

Possessing forbidden knowledge of both fel energy and the distorted void, he excels at forging powerful artifacts, making a mere metal body a piece of cake.

Soon, under the operation of Hell's massive war machine, countless rare magical metals were continuously transported to the front lines. Through multiple smelting, casting, and enchanting processes, they were ultimately forged into shapes such as heads, torsos, arms, and legs...

Chapter 0944 War Against Heaven

What are those demons doing?

"I don't know! It looks like they're piecing together a metallic giant!"

Two angels on the opposite bank of the River Styx, responsible for reconnaissance, stared wide-eyed at the enormous humanoid metal statue, hundreds of meters tall, erected on the other side of Hell.

With their expertise in mysticism, they simply could not comprehend what the densely engraved runes on the body's surface meant, nor could they understand the incredible changes that would occur when the consciousness of a Titan was injected into it.

However, out of caution, the two angels quickly returned to the fortress and reported to the commander of the entire legion stationed on the border.

No sooner had they left than a blinding violet light suddenly descended from the sky in the demon camp on the opposite bank of the River Styx, illuminating the previously dark and cloud-filled sky.

next second...

All the pools of water used to store fel energy began to boil, forming large plumes of green steam that swirled around the metal giant's body.

Wherever the green steam passed, the runes covering the giant's body were lit up one by one until the giant's eyes slowly opened, flashing with a profound light that could not be described in words.

"Your supreme and great master, your humble servant awaits your arrival." The succubus queen, Renes, was the first to kneel down, her voice filled with excitement and piety.

Yes!

She sensed an astonishing aura that was no different from, or even greater than, that of Sargeras, the former leader of the Burning Legion and the Dark Titan.

powerful!

evil!

dark!

Even the most powerful demon must bow its head and offer absolute loyalty and obedience before such unparalleled power, or it will face annihilation.

"Hmm? Who designed this body? It feels pretty good." Zhang Cheng, who had descended through a projection of his consciousness, moved around a bit and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

“It is I, Master.” Berom hurriedly stepped forward and prostrated himself on the ground with an extremely devout attitude.

"Well done! Here, take this, it's your well-deserved reward."

Upon seeing that it was the Nathrezim Dreadlord, Zhang Cheng's eyes immediately lit up with "I see," and he threw a fragment made from the residual energy inside the core of Azeroth onto the ground.

Although these high-ranking demons with bat wings are known most of the time for their cunning and deception, few people actually know that they are the greatest craftsmen in the entire Burning Legion, having created countless powerful yet evil artifacts.

The most famous of them all is the demonic sword Frostmourne, forged for the Lich King.

Sensing the astonishing energy emanating from the tiny fragment on the ground, Berom immediately grabbed it and excitedly exclaimed, "Thank you for your generosity and kindness! Please allow me to express my deepest respect and gratitude to you."

Zhang Cheng waved his hand impatiently: "Alright, step back. Now, can anyone tell me how many angels are on the other side of the River Styx? What are their trump cards?"

“Currently, there are fifty angel legions on the other side, each with ten thousand men, which is roughly one-third of the entire Heavenly army. As for our trump cards, they should all be in that fortress,” Warrent replied with a complex expression.

Although he had long anticipated that the other party would become a monster far beyond his imagination, he never expected that this day would come so quickly.

The sheer amount of soul energy emanating from the massive steel body was enough to make all living beings around it tremble and despair.

"Five hundred thousand? Hehe, then I'll give them a little surprise." With that, Zhang Cheng bent down and gently ran his right hand across the ground.

In the blink of an eye!

A miniature sand table model, identical to the Angel Legion fortress on the opposite bank of the river, rose from the ground.

Without saying a word, he swung his big hand and smashed the building on the sand table to pieces.

boom!

As the model fortress was crushed, the real fortress collapsed with a roar, and the angels stationed inside were either crushed into meat patties on the spot or scattered and fled in all directions.

They didn't have time to think about what was going on with this sudden disaster.

Clearly, the magic that drove many Burning Legion demons into a state of war frenzy was actually the same spell that Archimonde the Defiler used to destroy Dalaran.

However, when wielded by a Titan, its power is far more terrifying than the former.

The fortress of light, which had taken countless hours and efforts from heaven to build, turned into dust and rubble in less than a second.

pain!

despair!

death!

With a single blow, the angels' proud defenses crumbled.

Watching the angelic souls fluttering in the air after death, Zhang Cheng commanded bluntly, "What are you waiting for? The war has begun! Go, conquer Heaven for me. Do whatever you want without restraint. Slaughter! Destroy! Torture! Unleash your desires and tyranny to the fullest, and the forces of darkness will be invincible."

"Ah!!!! Charge!"

"Kill all those damned birdmen!"

"The Legion is invincible!"

"For the new Dark Titan!"

……

Whether they were the original inhabitants of Hell who had undergone transformation or the resurrected demons of the Burning Legion, they all rushed through the arched bridge like a tidal wave, heading towards the City of Clouds in Heaven.

They were like swarms of locusts, leaving nothing but desolation in their wake. Neither towns and villages, nor even seemingly well-defended cities, could stop their advance.

The poor angels along the way were either tortured to death or forced to fall into depravity, joining the vast legions of hell to slaughter their former kin.

In less than a week, half of paradise had been reduced to ashes.