Spellcasting Gods

Quite the contrary!

This is just the beginning!

A starting point!

Besides, the universe may be more profound and complex than he currently understands, and even time and space are just an extremely small part of the entire universe.

According to some scientists' speculations, the universe may be far more than three-dimensional, but rather a complex quantum space with up to eleven dimensions.

Of course, since the space in which humans live is still in a three-dimensional universe, most of it cannot be observed, just like "dark matter," which has been hotly debated by physicists but has never been truly observed.

As a master of magic, energy, alchemy, and mysticism, he has a deeper understanding of the universe—a vast, mysterious, profound, and almost boundless space—than most ordinary people.

Within this vast space lie infinite possibilities, the extent of which human technology can observe and comprehend is less than one in a billion.

The so-called gravity, gravitational force, strong interaction, relativity, quantum mechanics and other seemingly profound theories are nothing more than a drop in the ocean of the universe.

Whether mortals or special life forms like gods or Titans who can touch higher-dimensional universes, in the face of the universe, they are at most just stronger ants.

Having figured this out, Zhang Cheng quickly abandoned his leisurely exploration and began to slaughter tens of millions of living beings without restraint. He reopened the Gate of Darkness, allowing the well-prepared legions of hell to flood into the human world, completely destroying all those who dared to resist or obstruct his plans. He then treated all the remaining humans like livestock, raising them in captivity and subjecting them to cruel brainwashing and transformation.

Ultimately, like worker and soldier ants in an anthill, they were used as tools for exploration, continuously searching the globe for places where relics and keys might exist.

As the supreme master of this terrifying legion, Zhang Cheng no longer needed to do everything personally. He sat on the throne built for him by his subordinates, silently watching through the window the beautiful girls below who crawled on the ground like ants, chanting hymns of praise 24 hours a day.

It goes without saying that all this messy stuff is just the dirty tricks of those scheming and sycophantic demons.

Especially Belom, the first lord of Nathrezim, who practically had the word "treacherous" written all over his face, constantly trying to please his master in various ways.

Although many hot-tempered abyss lords and exceptionally intelligent Eredar demons were dissatisfied with this, they could only bury their resentment in their hearts and patiently wait for the other party to fall out of favor before taking advantage of their misfortune.

I have to say!

The advantage of despotism, tyranny, and cruelty is that they can instill fear in the lower classes to the greatest extent possible, causing any resistance to be carefully hidden.

"I can't believe it! You actually had the heart to repeatedly destroy and ravage a once prosperous and civilized world, turning it into what it is now." Warren sighed softly, breaking the silence in the hall.

Unlike Zhang Cheng, he clearly still retains a human way of thinking, and is filled with sympathy and helplessness for his fellow human beings who are exploited, enslaved and tortured by demons.

"Hmph! Foolish idea!" Zhang Cheng curled his lip in disdain. "Do you think they won't destroy themselves if I don't destroy them? You possess the power to see through the past and future; you should understand that intelligent life on this planet isn't limited to humans. On the contrary, before humans, there were countless other intelligent species and civilizations. But where did they all go? Without exception, they all ultimately self-destructed, and humans are no exception. Do you know? The seemingly prosperous modern society in your eyes is actually more fragile than ever before. Perhaps a biological or nuclear terrorist attack could drag the entire world to the brink of destruction. I've just accelerated this process a little."

Warren nodded with a wry smile: "That's precisely why you are the monster who can surpass everything, while I am merely a somewhat timid, cowardly, and pleasure-loving mortal. May I ask, after all this is over, what do you plan to do with me, and this terrifying demon army?"

"To be honest, you are just tools to me, like dogs are to humans. Perhaps the only difference is that I am more ruthless and rational than most humans, and I wouldn't be foolish enough to think that dogs are man's friends. If you were in my shoes, how would you treat useless tools?" Zhang Cheng asked meaningfully.

“I think… we should just abandon them.” Warrent seemed to realize something, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

“That’s right! So I suggest you start preparing now and find a way to leave this planet. Otherwise… I guarantee that when I leave, those vicious demons will definitely seize the opportunity to kill you.” Zhang Cheng slightly curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a chilling smile.

The thought of the menacing and malicious gazes those demons usually gave him sent a shiver down his spine. He gritted his teeth and said, "I want to make a deal with you!"

"Oh? What kind of deal?" Zhang Cheng stroked his chin with a half-smile.

He was well aware that the other person was someone with an extremely strong will to survive, who regarded the saying "better to live a miserable life than to die" as the highest goal in life. He was someone who would live as long as he could, and if he couldn't live, he would find a way to be resurrected in the future.

“I can provide the key and address to the fourth seal! In return, I want you to send me to a relatively safe world,” Warrent stated without hesitation.

"You know the key and address of the fourth seal? Why didn't you say so sooner!" A dangerous glint appeared in Zhang Cheng's eyes, instantly causing the temperature in the air to drop to freezing.

Although he is not yet considered capricious, he would absolutely rather kill the innocent than let the guilty go free if his subordinates deliberately deceived him.

“I’m sorry, I only remembered it recently. You have to understand, I was in a state of suspended animation for so long that my memories were damaged to some extent. Besides, it’s not too late to remember now, is it?” Warren bowed deeply with a sincere expression.

It goes without saying that he is a truly intelligent man, understanding how to act without crossing Zhang Cheng's bottom line...

Chapter 0976 Return to King's Landing

King's Landing, the capital of the Seven Kingdoms and one of the most important port cities in Westeros, has now recovered from the war and chaos. Its markets are once again bustling with merchants from all over the world, as well as nobles who have come from other places to enjoy a life of luxury.

Although the Lannisters and other nobles of the Westerlands, based in Casterly Rock, refused to pledge allegiance to Queen Daenerys Targaryen, and the Vale remained ambivalent under the covert control of Petyr Baelish, Littlefinger, the rest of the land had accepted the fact that the Targaryens had once again become the rulers of the region.

the reason is simple!

A dragon named Kuro Kerbal reigns supreme in the skies above King's Landing, brazenly proclaiming to the world what true, unparalleled power is. Even arrows forged from Valyrian steel cannot scratch its violet scales in the slightest.

No one knew how to defeat a dragon that couldn't be hurt, and no one could understand what a divine being meant.

All they knew was that the dragon's original owner was Mason, who was once the wealthiest ruler of the Reach, destroying several ancient noble families who had been based there for hundreds of years, and was also Her Majesty's only legitimate husband to date.

However, for some unknown reason, this man, whose identity and background were highly suspicious, quietly left alone after achieving success.

Some believe that he and Her Majesty Daenerys had a strained relationship and ultimately parted ways on bad terms.

Others believe that he was forced to disappear from public view due to political persecution in order to prevent the throne from being usurped again.

But only one person understood that Mason's departure had absolutely nothing to do with any of the rumors. He had his own pursuits and life goals, and that person was Daenerys Targaryen, the Queen.

Standing atop the Red Keep, the young queen gazed down upon the bustling harbor of King's Landing, and without turning her head, asked Oberyn Martell, the "Red Viper" who was always by her side, "The Lannisters still refuse to surrender to me, don't they?"

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Oberon Martell bowed gracefully.

Despite his dissolute private life, he dared not have any thoughts about the woman before him who was of noble lineage and exceptionally beautiful.

Not only him, but almost all adult males of the great noble families dared not have such fantasies.

The reason is simple: whenever someone approaches the Queen with ulterior motives, they are all invariably burned to ashes by the dragon flames.

It is estimated that in the eyes of the dragon, only its master is the queen's only consort.

"So what do you think we should do next? Send out a large army to completely eradicate them?" Daenerys frowned subconsciously.

“Of course! Are we just going to let them continue to declare themselves kings? This continent only needs one king. The rest will either submit or be destroyed. You possess overwhelming power, so why not make an example of them? Don’t forget, Petyr Baelish of the Vale is still watching you. If you show even the slightest weakness now, he will think he still has a chance.” Oberyn offered his advice with a cold smile.

Due to their blood feud, House Martell and House Lannister have long been irreconcilable enemies, so if anyone most wants to destroy Casterly Rock, it is undoubtedly him.

If circumstances allowed, the infamous "Red Viper" would not hesitate to kill every Lannister, from the elderly in their seventies and eighties to newborn babies.

In a world where everything is based on bloodline and origin, severing blood ties is the only way to prevent a resurgence of evil.

As for moral condemnations such as ferocity and cruelty, they were of little consequence to the nobles and would not even affect their reputation.

“But at today’s meeting, some people thought I shouldn’t push the Lannisters too hard. On the contrary, I should have been more lenient and merciful, so they would have surrendered quickly instead of putting up a fight.” Daenerys’s eyes showed hesitation.

It goes without saying that her childishness has resurfaced once again.

As a young woman who had not received a systematic education and had no experience in governance, she was filled with two contradictions: beautiful fantasies and harsh reality.

On the one hand, she longed to gain everyone's respect and love, and did not want to cause too much killing and destruction.

On the other hand, she lacked a deep understanding of politics, military affairs, and economics, and was unable to skillfully manipulate power like a truly qualified monarch and keep the country firmly in her own hands.

In fact, if it weren't for a dragon deterring all those with ill intentions, Her Majesty the Queen would either have been overthrown or sidelined, or become a plaything for some ambitious individuals.

“My lord,” Oberon continued, “a monarch must not only show mercy, but also ruthlessness, otherwise he will never be able to deter the nobles who crave ever-expanding power. Think about it, since you ascended the throne, how many merciful things have you done? But how many ruthless things? Almost none. Believe me, this country needs your ruthlessness and cruelty now.” Oberon continued to exert his influence, trying to change the queen’s mind.

Feudalism, in essence, is a political game between nobles, with each powerful noble attempting to influence the royal family to achieve ulterior motives such as attacking rivals.

They have no concept of a nation; family and fiefdom are what matter most. As long as they can ensure that their territory and property are not lost, it is no big deal to switch allegiance.

"Alright, I understand. Please give me some time to think about it." Daenerys waved her hand gently, indicating that the other party could leave.

Once "Oberyn Martell" was completely gone, she sighed and muttered to herself in a voice only she could hear, "Mason, my dear husband, what would you have done in my place?"

……

Meanwhile, in an inconspicuous alley in Flea Den, King's Landing, two men dressed in incongruous ways appeared silently. One of them was Zhang Cheng, and the other was undoubtedly Warrent.

Feeling the wary eyes around him, Zhang Cheng asked with a half-smile, "So, is this place to your liking?"

"Ah! A world full of medieval charm! Impoverished commoners, extravagant nobles, and dissolute women—it's quite impressive at first glance. But I need to investigate further for a few days, after all, this is a crucial choice that will affect my entire life."

Warren was excitedly surveying his surroundings, completely unaware that Westeros was merely a part of the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, and could not represent the average level of supernatural power in this world, much less be as safe as it appeared on the surface.

Chapter 0977 Zhang Cheng's Revenge

Undoubtedly, for Warrent, whether a world is suitable for long-term residence depends primarily on two aspects: safety and the openness of the social atmosphere between men and women.

Of course, the former's safety does not refer to public order in the ordinary sense, but rather to the strength of supernatural forces, whether terrifying invaders will suddenly appear, or horrible monsters will awaken from their seals.

As for the latter, just take a stroll around those special service venues, and you can basically see most of it.

That's not...

He had only been in King's Landing for less than two hours when he couldn't resist visiting a brothel that was famous far and wide.

The owner is a Black woman from the Summer Islands named Sataya. What's even more interesting is that she has a daughter named Elayaya, who also provides a variety of wonderful services to customers here.

In fact, Tyrion Lannister, who had been missing for a long time, Oberyn Martell, the Red Viper, and Bronn, the mercenary leader who was once knighted, were all regulars at this brothel. Robert Baratheon, with his green stubble on his head, even had a bastard daughter with one of the prostitutes there.

However, none of these are the most amazing things!

Most incredibly, there was a secret passage inside the brothel leading to a secluded place.

According to Varys, the secret passage was dug by a prime minister for a ridiculous reason: he didn't want others to know that he frequented the place, so he dug a secret tunnel.

But Zhang Cheng would never tell Warrent these secrets, not even the White Walkers who were gathering in the north in preparation for their southward march.

After all, he wasn't so magnanimous as to be threatened and act like nothing had happened.

On the contrary, seizing the opportunity to retaliate fiercely is his true style of doing things.

The patience you have now is for the sake of getting back interest a hundredfold or a thousandfold in the future.

Poor Warrent had no idea that his self-righteous cleverness had already pushed him into the abyss of despair. He was still enjoying the company of women, lying in their arms and indulging in the primal, animalistic desires within him.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Cheng quietly and alone arrived at the island where the red dragon was imprisoned—Kronada.

The Death Knight Humar has transformed this place into a burial ground radiating intense death energy by slaughtering sailors on passing ships. Half-rotten zombies and hordes of wandering skeletons can be seen everywhere.

They are more loyal to their duty than any guard, needing neither to eat, drink, rest, nor entertain themselves, and never feeling bored or tired.

The moment they stepped onto the beach, a death dragon covered in pale scales descended from the sky, emitting threatening growls and its eyes gleaming with two eerie, cold lights.

Without asking, it's obvious that this is the little guy that hatched from the dragon egg Zhang Cheng gave him back then. It's now over 35 meters tall and has developed some intelligence.

Before the Death Dragon could launch a probing attack, the Death Knight Humar, who was stationed here, finally arrived. He stopped his companion's reckless actions through a mental connection, knelt down on one knee, and greeted him in a low, hoarse voice: "Great master, your most loyal servant salutes you."

"So, while I was away, did that old dragon underground cause any trouble?" Zhang Cheng asked directly, getting to the point where he was most concerned.

"It tried to summon some minions to attack the island, but without exception, they all became part of the death army. Thanks to its help, I now have eight necromancers and more than 15,000 zombies and skeletons." As he spoke, Humar turned around and glanced at the densely packed army of the dead kneeling on the ground.

With the help of necromancy, he even transformed many ships into ships of the dead, which constantly patrolled the surrounding waters and would attack any living people they spotted.

Seeing this, Zhang Cheng's lips curled into a devilish smile, and he nodded in satisfaction: "Well done! Now, I think it's time to give you another, even more important task. Here, take this demonic sword and go north! Tell those foolish White Walkers for me! Submit or be destroyed! There is no third option! After subduing the White Walkers, slaughter every living being outside the Wall and build a truly invincible army of the dead."