Spellcasting Gods

With Zhang Cheng's conscious cooperation, the two madmen, who had long since disregarded ethical and moral constraints, began a mad experiment devoid of humanity.

It is no easy task to merge two highly conscious and physically powerful advanced life forms together.

The fields involved go far beyond pure science or mysticism. Each party needs to use their expertise to ensure that every step goes smoothly, otherwise, who knows what kind of monster will be created after the fusion.

fortunately!

They are not people who like to stick to the rules, nor are they opposed to new knowledge and creativity. In just over a week, they came up with several preliminary plans that were highly feasible.

The next step, naturally, is to conduct some live trials to see which schemes have the highest failure rate and then conduct the first round of elimination.

Zhang Cheng had no idea that while he was engrossed in his work, Lao Chen, back at headquarters, had precisely located the world of A Song of Ice and Fire through the launch probe and was watching a live-action show with a large group of bored guys.

To be precise, it should be called "The Passion of Warren".

Because of this unfortunate fellow, he has now become a wanted criminal worldwide. Despite having countless amounts of gold in his pockets, he can only wander around like a beggar, eating the worst food and drinking the cheapest wine. He will hide immediately in fear at the slightest sign of trouble.

It goes without saying that this is far from the wonderful life he initially expected, and he is almost driven to the brink of mental illness.

"Is this the guy who offended the newcomer?" A woman holding popcorn raised her eyebrows in disbelief.

Anyone who isn't a fool can see that the suffering Warrent is currently enduring is far more cruel than simply killing him or endlessly torturing and abusing him in a dungeon.

The latter was merely physical abuse, but he was now enduring unparalleled mental torture, and as time went on, the pain would deepen and the despair would grow...

Chapter 1011 Superstring Warfare (Part 9)

"Damn it! It's been three months! I refuse to believe these damned mercenaries can keep going!"

Warren was completely unaware that his every move was being shown to a group of spectators. He tore open a fat rat, stuffed the bloody flesh into his mouth, and his two wolf-like eyes shot out a terrifying green light.

Since escaping the betrayal of the Qarth merchants, he has been hiding in the complex sewers of King's Landing for more than half a year, spending more than half of that time constantly on the run. If he stops, any contact he makes with anyone will immediately attract endless pursuers.

In a sense, he is almost an enemy of all mankind; there is no place for him in the civilized world.

Because the Death Knight Humar, with his mount, had traversed almost every human settlement on the planet, recklessly spreading the power of the dead, even those in power, for the sake of their own lives, would risk their lives to find Volent and use his head to quell the monsters' rage.

It must be said that such a life, apart from pain and torment, is basically devoid of any joy.

Warren persisted mainly because he didn't want to give up, and he also had the magical ability to see through fate, knowing that he still had a glimmer of hope to completely reverse his current unfavorable situation.

As the stench and bloody smell of rat meat traveled down my esophagus into my stomach, the intense burning sensation from the stomach acid corroding my stomach wall gradually subsided, and my exhausted body finally regained a little strength.

But Warrent dared not let his guard down and remained highly vigilant. Even though he hadn't had a proper night's sleep for two days, he forced himself to keep his eyes wide open and stare intently at any movement in the distance.

no way!

Although King's Landing's sewers are complex and vast, there are only a few places where people can hide, and mercenaries, thieves, and beggars might sneak in at any time.

The city's inhabitants have gone mad in their pursuit of the exorbitant bounty offered by Her Majesty Daenerys Targaryen, along with lands and noble titles. Even a mere clue or piece of information can fetch hundreds or thousands of gold coins.

Everyone thought they would be lucky enough to escape poverty and hunger and become a nobleman that everyone envied.

Especially for the poor living in "flea dens," who only have their lives hanging by a thread, many have even eaten "brown soup" mixed with dead human flesh, so they naturally wouldn't mind risking their lives to try and have a better life in the second half of their lives.

……

"Unbelievable! Is this the guy we mentioned last time? Are you sure he only threatened the newcomer and then suffered such terrible retaliation?" A man who looked to be around thirty years old stared at the three-dimensional image composed of countless light refractions, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

While drinking his beer, Old Chen replied with a half-smile, "That's right! It's unbelievable, isn't it? Normally, a person's desire for revenge shouldn't be this strong, but he chose the most cruel method without hesitation. No negotiation, no compromise, and no giving up."

"You mean... his mental state isn't quite normal?" Another woman subconsciously frowned.

Although Zhang Cheng had been a member of the organization for some time, unlike most newcomers who actively integrated into the group, he was extremely aloof and withdrawn, and had never left his mothership since accepting the mission.

“No! What I mean is that he almost abandoned all his humanity during the trial, so you'd better not simply regard him as one of your own kind.” Old Chen finished the bubbling, pale yellow liquid in his cup in one gulp, giving a meaningful answer.

"Humanity? Are you sure any of us still retain that?" The man who spoke first smirked disdainfully.

After all, almost everyone involved carries the burden of the deaths of hundreds of millions of lives, and genocide and the destruction of star systems are commonplace.

"Hahaha! Your joke is hilarious! Yes! Although we've done many inhumane things, it's undeniable that many members of the organization still retain some humanity, at least their human habits remain. For example, I like to drink when I'm bored, and some ladies still have the habit of flirting with men or talking about love. These habits, which are no longer necessary but have been perfectly preserved, are a manifestation of our humanity not being completely extinguished. But he's different; he's even abandoned all his human habits, leaving only a heart that pursues power, knowledge, and transcendence." Old Chen explained with a loud laugh.

"So? What are you trying to say?"

"I don't want to say anything, I just want you to understand one thing: don't try to use those old tricks to deal with this newcomer, otherwise you will face endless revenge. And before long, he will become the most capable assistant in the eyes of the Initiators, and may even get a main string as a base for advancement and be granted permission to expand independently to the outside world."

"what?!"

"This is impossible!"

“Nothing is impossible! I suggest you take a look at the latest developments on the Dark Planet. That race that easily wiped out the expeditionary fleet is now locked in infighting. It won’t be long before they destroy and conquer that planet, clearing the way for their new main theme.”

……

While Old Chen was discussing Zhang Cheng with a dozen or so members of the organization, in a private room on the top floor of the base, the Initiator was sitting on an extremely worn wooden recliner, squinting as he admired the real-time images transmitted back by advanced instruments. After a full ten minutes, he smiled and exclaimed, "He's very smart, more capable than any of us imagined. If he continues to make discoveries like this, this universe will soon be under our control."

“I admit, he is indeed the most outstanding of all the newcomers. But please don’t forget, this guy has never shown any intention of integrating into the group. On the contrary, he seems more inclined to establish a small group independent of the organization. This is a dangerous sign and may become a hidden danger of division,” the man with a black eyepatch at the door warned.

"Ah! I know. But considering the enormous threat the organization is about to face, what difference would it make if we let him be independent for the time being?"

As he spoke these words, a terrifying light flashed in the eyes of the Primitive One, and he raised his left hand to take out a small golden box from the cabinet.

Lifting the lid, one sees a perfectly round black meteorite inside, continuously releasing astonishing energy, to the point that all the surrounding equipment involuntarily loses control, and the space itself seems to have lost its most important support and begins to collapse.

Fortunately, this situation lasted for less than a minute, and returned to normal as soon as the lid was closed...

Chapter 1012 Superstring Warfare (Part 10)

"Master! According to the information we obtained within the Great Library of the Hallesen Holy Land, the Eye of Hallesen should be a massive energy crystal connected to the core of a star deep within the Earth. In ancient times, their ancestors accidentally discovered a way to manipulate and utilize this thing, and completely weaponized it, destroying all enemies on the dark planet at that time..."

On the enormous mothership, Berom's projection was kneeling on one knee, recounting in detail the information he had obtained after the raid on the Holy City.

Without a doubt, like most intelligent life in the universe, the Halesen were not born to dominate the dark planet.

They were originally just one of many intelligent life forms on this planet, and their population was far from strong in terms of both quantity and quality. They were often bullied or even enslaved by other races.

However, with the discovery of the "Eye of Hallesen," this race rose to become the only intelligent race on the dark planet in less than fifty years.

As for the other competitors, they all seemed to have vanished overnight, disappearing without a trace.

Anyone who isn't a fool can understand how much bloodshed and violence has been hidden in these fifty years.

It goes without saying that all the other intelligent races were wiped out, and even the civilizations and cities they created were completely erased, leaving only a few fragments in a few ancient texts for later generations to speculate on.

"Interesting! So, Gurus deliberately created this organization to control this secret weapon?" Zhang Cheng asked, stroking his chin with interest.

Berom quickly nodded: "That's right! According to my investigation, the Gurus only accepts the wisest members of the Elder Council, and once you choose to join, you must completely sever ties with your past and disappear from your race forever. No one knows how many members the Gurus actually have, and no one knows where they are hiding. The only thing that is known is that these guys hold the ultimate secrets of the Harlesen, and even the origin of life on the entire Dark Planet."

“Well done! It seems you really did get a lot of useful information from that raid, and I’m very satisfied. As a reward, I’ll give you a living weapon, a final weapon powerful enough to destroy the Harlesen civilization. Make good use of it and dig out the Gurus, no matter where they’re hiding.” Zhang Cheng coldly issued the order.

“As you wish, my great and evil master.” Berom bowed deeply, his face almost touching the ground.

Although he didn't know what this so-called "ultimate weapon" was, he was filled with anticipation deep down.

As the elders recovered from their initial shock and began to suppress the riots launched by the youth, his organization faced increasing hardship, with fewer and fewer members. Most of them were arrested and imprisoned, undergoing both mental and physical reformation.

But now, the time has finally come to switch from defense to offense.

……

Due to the astonishing heat emanating from the massive crystals of the underground city and the terrifyingly low temperatures of the surface world, indescribable air currents create terrifyingly strong winds between the cities. These winds are powerful enough to lift objects weighing tons into the air and then slam them down.

Especially at certain times and seasons, its astonishing winds can tear the earth apart, creating areas of absolute death.

At times like these, not only the Halesen, but even wild animals living in harsh environments would not want to leave their dens.

Under the cover of terrifyingly strong winds, a large landing ship risked crashing to drop a huge sealed capsule into the designated location, then quickly ascended away from the planet's dangerous atmosphere and silently returned to the mothership.

No sooner had it left than Belom arrived at the sealed chamber with a squad entirely composed of dreadlords, and entered the activation code at lightning speed.

next second...

Clang!

With the sound of the electronic hatch opening, a monster gleaming with metallic luster appeared out of thin air in front of them.

This monster had the majestic upper body of a woman, the enormous lower body of a queen ant, and legs like centipedes growing on both sides of its body. Its scarlet eyes gleamed with a hungry light.

She stared intently at the several dreadlords possessing the bodies of the Halesen, and said in an extremely hoarse voice, "Food! Give me food! Or I'll eat you all!"

"Damn it! Quick! Feed her!" Berom's expression changed drastically, and he shouted at his men.

He wasn't stupid; he could naturally sense the powerful aura that the other party was unintentionally emanating.

It goes without saying that this monster, known as the "Mother," is far more powerful than itself, and if its insatiable appetite is not satisfied, it will be eaten without a doubt.

Shock!

trembling!

fear!

Realizing what a terrifying monster Zhang Cheng had sent, every Dreadlord did their utmost to lure the Halesen over, allowing the "Mother" to tear them to pieces and swallow them, turning them into eggs one after another.

In less than a few months, the underground cave where they had temporarily taken refuge was densely filled with oval-shaped white insect eggs about one meter in diameter.

When the first batch of eggs hatched, Berom finally understood why his master had said that the "Mother" was the ultimate weapon to destroy the dark planet.

Because each of the deformed offspring that hatches possesses more than ten times the physical qualities and energy affinity of a Halesen.

Most importantly, they grow extremely fast, reaching adolescence in less than fifteen days and beginning to hunt wild animals in the wild, or join the caravans, patrols, and hunting parties of the Halesen people.

Several times, the elders sent out warriors to hunt down the youth rebels, but these guys ambushed them in the wild and killed them one by one.

Once their numbers reached a certain level, they directly began to attack and occupy cities with smaller populations, slaughtering tens of thousands of civilians and turning them into food reserves necessary for procreation.

Standing on the blood-soaked street, Berom stared warily and fearfully at the busy, deformed infants around him, and without turning his head, said to his kind behind him, "Do you know what these guys remind me of?"

"Could it be Ner'zhul and his Scourge?" another dreadlord asked cautiously.

“That’s right! Putting aside the difference in strength, their actions are almost identical; they all treat their enemies as nourishment to strengthen themselves. The more wars they wage, the stronger they become, eventually becoming invincible.” Berom gave an affirmative answer without hesitation.

"Unfortunately, we did not receive authorization from our master, nor could we restrict her unbridled expansion."

"Don't rush! My dear brother! Don't forget, there's a powerful weapon on this planet. When it starts to threaten the survival of the Harlesen people, those hidden old guys will naturally react..."

Chapter 1013 Superstring Warfare (XI)

Slaughter!

Devour!