Spellcasting Gods

As the largest of the Pearl Chain islands, Leicester is named after its owner, who built a city, four towns, and over three hundred villages on it.

Earl Candita Lester is the current head of the Lester family and also the lord with the largest fleet and army in the archipelago. He controls 70 percent of the trade on both sides of the North American continent and can be called the undisputed overlord of the entire sea area.

However, he is currently facing a small problem: his daughter has run away from home to avoid an arranged marriage, and has even stolen a small warship, declaring that she wants to become a free-spirited pirate.

God!

Is there anything more troublesome in the world than this?

No!

I must win my daughter back no matter what!

Thinking of this, he immediately turned to his heavily armored subordinates and ordered, "Take a squad and bring Joanna back to me. But remember, do not harm her, understand?"

"Understood! Please rest assured! I will bring Miss back safe and sound." The burly man patted his chest forcefully, then turned and disappeared at the end of the corridor without another word.

Watching his subordinates disappear into the distance, Candita Rest sighed helplessly and muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear, "The family has been rooted here for over two hundred and seventy years since Doomsday. I hope nothing bad will happen in my generation."

……

Meanwhile, a girl with long, fiery red hair, who looked to be around eighteen years old, was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and standing on a wooden sailboat that was getting bigger and bigger, raising a monocular telescope to survey the sea.

A full minute later, she pointed to the fiery red streak in the distant sky and shouted, "Look! What's that?"

“Oh my God! That must be a demon from hell. Miss Joanna, we’d better start changing course and leaving right away,” a man who looked to be in his thirties advised, dumbfounded.

"Damn it! How many times have I told you not to call me 'Miss,' call me Captain, Captain Joanna. And don't change course, just charge straight ahead. I want to see what that thing is." The young girl rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Are you crazy? If His Excellency the Earl knew about this, he would skin me alive." The man couldn't help but shudder.

"Hmph! If you don't do as I say, I'll skin you alive right now. Enough talk, get to work. I think it must be a precious treasure."

"Well, fine, fine, you're the captain, after all."

With a helpless sigh, the sailboat finally made its way to the area where the fireball had fallen, and set down the small boat to search for the object that had recently fallen from the sky.

A short while later, a sailor shouted at the top of his lungs, "I found him! There's someone over there!"

"people?"

Following the direction he pointed, Joanna quickly pulled out her binoculars and indeed spotted a naked man walking on the sea with a strange gait.

Before anyone could react to what was happening, the other party had already crossed at least a thousand meters in an instant and stood directly on the deck of the ship, staring at the surroundings with two eyes that radiated a chilling aura.

It goes without saying that this is Zhang Cheng, who just fell from Earth's orbit.

"Who are you?" A burly sailor immediately drew his scimitar and assumed a fighting stance.

"Hmm? English? No, that's not right, it's not English, nor French, German, or Spanish. Oh, I see, hundreds of years is enough for a language based on letters to undergo a series of dramatic changes, so this must be a completely new language." Zhang Cheng muttered to himself, stroking his chin.

It must be said that because almost all of Earth's elite died overnight, technology regressed significantly in the first hundred years. Coupled with the rise of supernatural forces, by the end of the second century, human technology had regressed back to the Middle Ages.

But instead, there were some more interesting magical techniques and civilizations.

As the saying goes, the evolution of human civilization from a lower to a higher level is not actually a gradual and inevitable trend, as many people imagine.

On the contrary, it was driven by countless coincidences that it developed into a knowledge system called natural science and materialism.

"Hey! Kid! I'm asking you a question again!" The burly sailor was clearly unhappy that the other party was ignoring him and shouted sternly.

By directly reading and copying memories, Zhang Cheng instantly acquired the language used by these islands, and replied with a half-smile, "Are you talking to me?"

"Damn it! You're asking for it!"

Being a sailor has never been a good profession, especially in the age of sail, when almost every sailor was a potential pirate.

So this guy, who prided himself on his strength, swung his curved sword and slashed hard at the thigh.

It's obvious without asking that he didn't really intend to kill anyone, but rather wanted to teach Zhang Cheng a lesson.

next second...

boom!

The poor fellow was hit directly by a fireball the size of a washbasin, his entire body was thrown into the air, and then crashed heavily into the mast behind him, turning into charred carbon from top to bottom, emitting a pungent smell.

quiet!

Extremely quiet!

The previously noisy sailors suddenly became like chicks with their necks caught, their eyes revealing undisguised horror.

But Joanna's reaction was quite the opposite. She immediately ran up to him, her face beaming with excitement, and asked, "Sir! You must be a powerful superhuman, right? I solemnly invite you to join our pirate crew! I believe that with your help, we will soon be famous on this sea..."

Chapter 0959 Pirates

"pirate?"

Upon hearing this incredibly familiar term, a playful glint flashed in Zhang Cheng's eyes as he directly accessed the girl's thoughts and memories.

In just a few seconds, he figured out the current state of civilization in North America.

The continent, located on the original Pacific side, was mainly ruled by the descendants of the people who had secretly controlled the United States. They established about eight countries of varying sizes and enfeoffed more than eight thousand nobles of baronial rank and above.

With tens of thousands of super-powered soldiers trained in Alaska, the old man led by Eagle took advantage of the disaster to wage a bloody war against the North American Supreme Underground Council for twenty-five years. In the end, with the four nuclear warheads he had left behind, he directly destroyed the high-ranking members of the Supreme Council, laying the foundation for independence for his descendants.

Meanwhile, the continent on the Atlantic side is controlled by defeated council members and lords. Because no one is willing to submit to anyone else, it is currently in chaos, with war almost every day. Various bandits, pirates, and brigands are emerging one after another, and even the terrible system of slavery has developed.

Most importantly, the collapse of order led to a precipitous decline in science and industry. Even precious technologies like papermaking, which carried civilization and knowledge, were lost. As a result, in just a few hundred years, few people remember the brilliant and advanced civilization that humanity once created, and most ordinary people don't even know how to read.

Especially firearms, which have been developed over hundreds of years, can now only be handcrafted by a very few highly skilled craftsmen; most people still use outdated cold weapons.

As for those former metropolises, they are now covered by dense vegetation and filled with monsters from another world. Only a very few teams confident in their strength dare to venture in and explore.

In addition, as several artifacts continue to influence the world's water sources, more and more humans who survived the disaster are beginning to awaken supernatural powers, accounting for more than 50 percent of the total.

However, most of these abilities are useless, while those with immense destructive power become sought-after by various factions.

In short, in the new era of technological decline, superpowers have become the standard for measuring a person's strength. Moreover, since this ability can be passed down to future generations through blood, some families have gradually emerged based on this.

Without a doubt, the people on this ship regarded Zhang Cheng's fireball spell as a kind of supernatural ability.

“Sir, what do you think of my proposal? I swear as captain that you will be entitled to at least one-third of all the spoils of war,” Joanna assured him confidently.

This girl, who had been well protected since childhood, was clearly unaware that she was dealing with a dangerous and insane monster.

Zhang Cheng surveyed the small wooden sailboat, which could only hold less than a hundred people, and nodded with a light laugh: "Okay, I agree. Now please prepare a set of clothes and shoes for me, as well as a separate room."

“Of course! No problem! Old Banku! Go to the captain’s cabin and get that dress from the closet for this gentleman.” Joanna shouted excitedly to an old man in his fifties.

"As you wish, Captain." The old man placed one hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and rushed into the cabin without saying another word.

A short while later, he emerged wearing a black captain's coat somewhat resembling that of the Age of Exploration in the 18th century, along with a military knife inlaid with sapphires.

"Thank you so much!"

Zhang Cheng had no exhibitionist tendencies. After politely thanking him, he immediately put on the outfit, looking both energetic and handsome.

Looking at the handsome man in front of her, Joanna suddenly felt her heart race for some reason. She quickly looked away from his bright, star-like eyes and introduced herself, "My name is Joanna, Joanna Rest. It's nice to meet you."

"Hello, Joanna, my name is Zhang Cheng." Zhang Cheng stated his name directly.

Hundreds of years have passed, and almost all the surviving humans on the ground have completely forgotten the past, so there is no need to worry that anyone will recognize him.

Just as the girl was about to say something, the lookout standing atop the mast suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, "Ship sighted on port! It's a large ship!"

"What?!" The old man, previously known as Banku, immediately raised his single-lens binoculars and looked in the direction the lookout was pointing.

A ship much larger than this small warship was seen sailing towards them, its sails billowing and a black skull and crossbones flag flying at the top of its sails.

"Oh no! It's the Sea Serpent! The ship of the undead captain, Lanes! Quick! Turn the ship around! Anyone who doesn't want to die, take all the cargo out of the hold and throw it into the sea! Hurry up!" Old Banku roared, his voice hoarse.

His expression was so tense that even the hand holding the scimitar was trembling slightly.

“Captain Lyons, the Undead?” Zhang Cheng raised an eyebrow with a half-smile.

He simply couldn't understand why these pirates always liked to give themselves or others such random nicknames.

Old Banku nodded solemnly: "That's right! Captain Lanes, the undead captain, is one of the most powerful pirates in these waters! It's said that he can resurrect and manipulate the dead, and even allow the undead to retain all their fighting skills from their previous lives. Prepare for battle, Mr. Zhang. If we are caught, you are our only hope. If things get really bad, please make sure to take Miss Joanna with you and leave. I will risk my life to buy you some time."

"Hehe, don't be so pessimistic. I don't think a mere pirate ship can pose any threat to me."

The words had barely left his mouth!

Zhang Cheng turned to the nervous girl beside him and said, “Dear Captain, didn’t you want to make a name for yourself on this sea? Now you have the chance! We shouldn’t run away, but instead turn the ship around and go to meet them, kill all the guys on that pirate ship who dare to resist, and tell everyone with blood and death that this sea is about to welcome a new master.”

"You mean... to fight?" Joanna's eyes lit up, her adrenaline surged, and an excited blush appeared on her originally fair face.

That's right!

Why did you run away?

She secretly ran away from home to prove to her father that even without getting married, she still had enough to inherit the noble Lester name.

Perhaps now is the perfect time to prove it.

fighting!

Instead of running away!

Thinking of this, she immediately shouted to the panicked sailors, "Stop running! Charge! I'm going to kill the undead captain, Lanes!"

"What? Miss, are you crazy?"

"We will die!"

……

Chapter 0960 Boarding Action

Without a doubt, the seemingly ferocious pirates on the deck were actually Joanna's servants. With very few exceptions, most of them had little combat experience, let alone the experience of fighting to the death with truly vicious pirates.

They originally thought that their young lady's talk of becoming a pirate was just a way to relax and that she would go back to her peaceful and tranquil life once she got tired of it.

But who would have thought that this rebellious girl would actually take it seriously?

"You...you dare to disobey my orders?"

Seeing that no one intended to turn the ship around, Joanna immediately flew into a rage, drew her rapier, which was more decorative than practical, and tried to stab someone several times, but couldn't bring herself to do it at the last moment.

"Darling, do you know what it takes to be the captain of a pirate ship?" Zhang Cheng whispered in the girl's ear like a devil.

"What is it?" Joanna asked without turning her head, barely suppressing her anger.