Spellcasting Gods

Just as the dreadlords were lurking in the shadows, observing the strange planet and its strange inhabitants, two guests arrived on Zhang Cheng's mothership.

One of them was Old Chen, whom I knew quite well, and the other was a woman who looked cold and aloof.

Staring into their eyes, he asked expressionlessly, "Is there something you need?"

"Of course! I heard that you used one-tenth of your expeditionary force to acquire a few hundred low-level spies who infiltrated the Harlesen society?" the woman questioned in an unfriendly tone.

“That’s right! But the Dreadlords under my command are not just spies! They are the most outstanding conspirators, capable of overthrowing a seemingly powerful nation or organization from within. The reason your previous attack failed was because you relied too much on violence and regarded it as the truth for conquering the universe. Of course, to some extent, I also acknowledge the importance of violence, but when violence is insufficient, I will adopt another strategy,” Zhang Cheng explained calmly.

However, the woman clearly didn't think so, sneering as she retorted, "Do you understand the social structure of the Harlesen? Do you know how their power, strength, and resources are distributed? No! You don't! So your ridiculous plan is doomed to failure. Don't waste your time, newcomer; you don't yet understand what true superstring warfare is."

"Hey! You've gone a bit too far!" Old Chen, who was standing to the side, reminded him.

"Passed?" The woman turned around, staring intently at him with her two vertical pupils, like those of a reptile. "Do you know how much time it takes me to build an expeditionary fleet? And this guy? He didn't even think twice before wasting a tenth of his strength as cover."

"Shut up! Remember, that was the Initiator's decision. If you have a grudge, go find him. Don't try to show off in front of a newbie," Old Chen reprimanded without backing down.

It's easy to see from their confrontational attitudes that their relationship is not good, and this is by no means the first time they've argued and bickered.

"Hmph! It seems you've sided with the newcomers this time, haven't you? Then let's wait and see what kind of effect this so-called master thief plan will have." With that, the woman turned and slipped into the spacetime linker, using the power of the main string to return to headquarters.

Watching the unstable, overflowing energy emanating from the rift, Old Chen sighed helplessly and explained, "That woman was in charge of technology research and development and logistical support. Almost all the expeditionary fleets, clone soldiers, weapons, and equipment were made by her. In addition, almost every expedition incurs a lot of losses, which makes her a bit irritable. But don't worry, usually she'll just complain or throw a tantrum; she won't go to the Initiators to complain."

"So she came today to show off? Because she thinks I'm a newcomer who just joined the organization and looks easy to bully." Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

"Damn it! Promise me you won't go crazy, or you'll be surrounded and attacked," Old Chen warned through gritted teeth.

He might have seen others in the organization react this way as mere verbal venting, but this guy's reaction was definitely more than just that.

"Relax, I'm not that stupid. But since someone has provoked me, I'll have to retaliate accordingly. I believe that once my plan conquers the dark planet, giving that lady a good slap in the face at the routine meeting will be very exciting, won't it?" Zhang Cheng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

You have to understand that he's not the kind of person who would swallow his anger, especially as a second-line member in charge of equipment and logistics.

That's right!

They're just second-tier members!

Perhaps in many people's eyes, those who engage in scientific research and logistical support are essentially irreplaceable and vital core members of a country or organization.

Unfortunately, their greatest use in the superstring wars was not to invent anything new, but simply to effectively integrate all the technologies of the conquered regions.

This means that the traditional approach of focusing on research and innovation is simply not feasible here, and is even less effective than plundering the technology of other civilizations.

In stark contrast, the frontline combatants each possess unimaginable power, capable of easily destroying galaxies when necessary; they are the irreplaceable main force.

Unfortunately, Zhang Cheng, who possesses the power of a stellar-level Titan, is such a key offensive force.

Although he didn't quite understand why the other party had suddenly come to his door, he wouldn't ignore this provocation and had to respond firmly.

"Oh well, whatever you want. One last reminder: you'd better not fail, otherwise..." Old Chen deliberately dragged out the word, the implication being clear.

"Understood! The word 'failure' doesn't exist in my dictionary," Zhang Cheng assured him firmly.

He wasn't a fool; he understood that this mission was essentially similar to a trial, both being tests of one's own abilities and vision.

If successful, everything will be fine. You might be assigned to a region and be in charge of conquering and expanding the organization's sphere of influence.

But if they fail, they will most likely not be able to gain significant power for a long time, and may even be marginalized, reduced to a role like an advisor.

After all, within the organization, the Power Section not only means controlling a large fleet and resources, but also means being able to establish its own base centered around a certain main theme.

"I hope so! I have high hopes for you!"

After saying that, Old Chen also crawled into the time-space connector, left the mothership, and returned to headquarters.

More than half an hour after the two disappeared, Zhang Cheng, sitting in his chair, muttered to himself with a half-smile, "Interesting! An organization that seems united, but is actually full of fierce competition. It seems that the main theme is an irresistible temptation for every member. In that case, I'll show you a little bit of my ability."

The words had barely left his mouth!

He turned to the silent Doom Lord Pollak standing behind him and said, "Go! Notify all the demons in the Legion that it's time to begin a hunt and make all the demons start evolving towards greater strength."

"Hunting? You mean..." Pollak's eyes flashed with green flames, a symbol of fel energy.

"I believe you have seen how powerful the Halethons are! Devour them! Or be killed by them! This is the opportunity I am giving to the new Burning Legion! You are too weak. If you don't want to become cannon fodder, fight to the death."

"As you wish! Your supreme master!"

……

Chapter 1007 Superstring Warfare (Part 5)

plunder!

Devour!

evolution!

For demons, as long as they can become stronger, things like bloodline and race are completely unimportant.

Soon, under Zhang Cheng's arrangement, those powerful lords silently landed on the surface of the dark planet via landing ships, forming hunting teams and launching a frenzied attack on the civilians of the Halesen. In less than half a month, at least two thousand Halesen people had been killed, more than half of whom were civilians.

Of course, the demon lords weren't much better off. Nearly half of them died on the spot in the enemy's retaliatory actions, and many others suffered irreversible serious injuries, only to be killed by their own people to prevent the leakage of information that shouldn't be leaked.

But equally, the rewards were also quite substantial.

Through brutal and bloody vivisections, as well as the use of magic and genetic technology, a small group of demon lords finally began to absorb and manipulate the energy stored in those crystals, just like the Halesen. With hundreds of dreadlords acting as "traitors," they soon began to apply those terrifyingly powerful technologies to the legions.

In less than six months, tens of millions of new demons mixed with Halesen genes were born in the massive mothership incubation pool.

Compared to their predecessors, their bodies are undoubtedly stronger, and they are more sensitive to energy, allowing them to easily unleash devastating spells that were previously only available to high-ranking demon lords.

In addition, the newly born demons have shown unparalleled harmony, no longer filled with madness, chaos, tyranny, and the oppression of the weak by the strong, as they had in the past.

On the contrary, they shared an unprecedented sense of identity and consciousness with each other, and implicitly formed two distinct camps with the Eredar warlocks, pit lords, dreadlords, doomguards, and so on, and even gradually began to stop obeying each other's leadership.

There is no doubt that some mysterious force is hidden in the genes of the Hallesen people, which is why the current changes have occurred.

Zhang Cheng deliberately ignored the conflict between the newly born demons and the original demons, letting them scheme against each other in secret, while he focused on organizing and analyzing the information and data sent by the Dreadlords.

As the only intelligent race on this lonely planet, the Hallesen have a recorded history dating back 47 million years.

Of course, this so-called "year" does not refer to the time it takes for the Earth to orbit the sun once, but rather the time it takes for the magnetic field of this dark planet to complete a periodic change, which is approximately 27,000 hours.

At the moment this process is completed, almost all the energy crystals emit a dazzling light, which, although it only lasts for a few seconds, makes the Halesen aware of the passage of time.

Moreover, almost every major city must be built on a single, complete crystalline structure.

Only in this way can the crops planted and the animals raised around thrive and multiply; otherwise, the open wilderness and the ground will remain completely barren and desolate.

It can be said that the vast number of crystals inside the planet are the foundation upon which the Harlesen people depend for survival.

As for the legendary "Eye of Halesen," it is said to be in the hands of a mysterious organization that calls itself the Gurus. They are composed of the oldest and wisest members recognized by the Halesen, totaling thirty-seven people, whose identities and headquarters are unknown.

To be precise, it is forbidden to discuss topics related to them in Harlesen society.

"A mysterious organization that transcends ordinary people, yet possesses the most powerful weapons of the entire race? They're certainly cautious! But it's alright, I'll show you that the most terrifying enemy often comes not from the outside, but from within..."

The words had barely left his mouth!

Zhang Cheng slightly curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a chilling smile. He turned to the clone female adjutant who assisted him in managing his massive army and said, "Go, contact the dreadlords under my command, and have them start spreading rumors, panic, and riots. Incite the Halesen people to hate their ruling class, especially the self-proclaimed elders, and then seize the opportunity to create conflict and antagonism."

"Understood!" The stunningly beautiful female adjutant bowed deeply, then turned and left the room.

Admiring her alluring back view, Zhang Cheng stroked his chin and murmured to himself, "Selfishness is a common trait of all intelligent life! No intelligent life is an exception! Perhaps the Hallesen can restrain it through religion, faith, and custom, but it can never be eradicated. What I need to do is water and fertilize those seeds buried deep in the soil, patiently watch them take root and sprout, and eventually grow into towering trees."

……

Thanks to advanced communication methods, in less than two hours, the dreadlords lurking among the Halesen received their mission and began to contact their fellow humans, specifically targeting those with weak wills.

Some of them targeted the emotions among young people, while others incited ambitious and capable individuals to seize power from the older generation.

Within about six months, at least six underground cities on the Dark Planet erupted in rebellion, and many more began fierce political struggles, all for the power that was within their grasp.

The wise elders of the Hallesen people clearly sensed something was wrong and tried to find out what had happened.

Unfortunately, once the seed of selfishness takes root in a group of people, it can never be suppressed.

Especially the audacious young people, who have no idea how much harm their actions will cause to the entire tribe, are filled with thoughts of how they can lead the tribe to power and even leave their homeland to explore the vast sky once they have supreme power.

That's right!

The dreadlords fully exploited the youth's tendency to be easily swayed and driven by passion, successfully turning them into a source of social unrest and scourge.

These pathetic guys still think they're right, that those old folks are holding onto power and it's all a pointless waste of time.

"Hehehehe! Look at those fools! They're like blue-eyed male dogs; give them the slightest provocation, and they'll act according to our will." A dreadlord lurked in the shadows, letting out a sinister laugh.

He admitted that these dark-skinned humanoid creatures were so powerful that even the Burning Legion would be wiped out in a very short time.

The problem is that the long-term peaceful environment has protected them too well, to the point that their personalities are filled with countless naive and childish ideas, and they simply don't know how to be wary of the people around them.

“Don’t be careless! Don’t forget, our master’s mission for us is to completely disrupt order. Right now, only a few cities are experiencing riots, which is far from enough,” another Dreadlord warned.

"Don't rush! My dear brother! There's a saying among humans: a single spark can start a prairie fire. Now that the spark has been ignited, how far away can it be if it sweeps across the entire planet..."

Chapter 1008 Superstring Warfare (Part Six)

As some scholars have said, no regime is willing to accept defeat. Therefore, every transfer of power is accompanied by unimaginable violence and chaos. The winners naturally become the new rulers and establish an order and laws that are favorable to themselves, while the losers are brutally killed and purged. There has never been an exception throughout history.

At least according to the history of the earth, there has never been a so-called "peaceful transfer of rights".

Although the Hallesans are not, strictly speaking, a society with particularly prominent classes and contradictions.

On the contrary, their organizational structure is closer to the atmosphere of primitive society and clan commune-style extended families.

However, as we all know, where there are people, there are interests; where there are interests, there are disputes; where there are disputes, there are love and hate; where there are love and hate, there are conflicts; where there are conflicts, there are factions; where there are factions, there is politics; where there is politics, there are transactions; where there are transactions, there are grudges...

In short, as long as a discerning person observes carefully with a magnifying glass, countless tiny cracks can be found in even the most harmonious group.

If these rifts are intentionally amplified, and then a little "personal agenda" is added, slightly instigating between two conflicting individuals or groups, the result is often disastrous.

……

"How's it going? My plan is progressing smoothly, isn't it?" Zhang Cheng asked without turning his head as he sat inside the mothership, watching the war footage transmitted from the ground.

"Of course! It couldn't be smoother! Let them kill each other? That's a brilliant idea! You know what? In just less than half an hour, their casualties have already exceeded the total casualties of the first expeditionary force." Old Chen praised loudly without hesitation.

While praising her, he couldn't help but glance at the cold-looking woman not far away with a playful look.

Unfortunately, the latter was clearly expressionless, never showing even the slightest hint of anger or embarrassment no matter what kind of provocation he received. He stood silently in place, continuously using the equipment in his hands to record various data from the battlefield.

Several minutes passed before she finally spoke, "Now that you've successfully instigated a civil war among the Halesen, you must have obtained quite a few of their corpses, right?"

“That’s right!” Zhang Cheng nodded slightly, making no attempt to hide anything.