Spellcasting Gods

Compared to warriors who have very weak energy perception, they are the ones who can feel the extremely dense death energy the most. They understand that once the black smoke enters their bodies, it is not just a simple matter of death; even their souls are swallowed up and become part of death.

death!

The most extreme and purest form of death!

Clearly, Zhang Cheng incorporated his own understanding of the rules when creating these creatures, making them very difficult to truly kill.

Not long after, nearly half of the team members became unfortunate victims, disappearing from the world forever.

Upon witnessing this scene, Allens instinctively shuddered, his eyes revealing deep awe and fear.

Only now did he realize how lucky his team had been; they had never encountered such a formidable opponent, otherwise they would never have been able to leave alive.

Just as these elite soldiers were dwindling in number and on the verge of total annihilation, the leading knight finally broke down and cried out, "Stop! Stop now! We surrender!"

"Admit defeat? Sorry, that's not an option." Zhang Cheng rejected the other party's surrender without hesitation.

"No!!!! I am an envoy sent by the lord! You can't kill me! Otherwise, he won't let you go!" The knight tried to save his life through threats and intimidation.

"Then let him come! I welcome more people to join this game!"

"No!!!! You madman! You demon! Aaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!"

With a piercing scream, the knight was eventually consumed by the power of death, becoming one of the walking dead.

As for the three spellcasters, they were now completely surrounded and dared not move an inch, for fear of accidentally inviting disaster upon themselves. They obediently stayed where they were, praying that the master of the tower would spare their lives out of consideration for their fellow spellcasters.

Watching the walking corpses, their bodies consumed by death energy, continue to move forward, Allens could no longer contain himself and immediately said, "Master, the remaining three are all members of the Spellcaster's Guild. I suggest you don't kill them, but ask them first."

The elderly man at the head of the group was none other than his mentor who had led him into the halls of magic. Both morally and logically, he had to step forward and try to plead for him.

"The Spellcasters' Guild?" A strange expression appeared on Zhang Cheng's face.

“Yes! The Spellcasters' Guild! It’s a neutral organization across the continent, usually managed by the most powerful and prestigious spellcasters in the area, and rarely gets involved in political or military affairs. They might just want to meet with you, or perhaps discuss exchanging some magical knowledge and materials.” The young man explained quickly.

"Alright! Then I'll leave this to you. Don't let me down, or you should know how serious the consequences will be."

Reversing this meaningful statement, Zhang Cheng simply waved his hand, shooing the young man out of the upper level of the tower.

Allens felt a blur before his eyes, and the next second he appeared out of thin air at the bottom.

The old man spotted him immediately and stood up excitedly, shouting, "Allens! Please save us!"

“Of course, dear mentor.” The young man calmed his nerves slightly, then commanded the monsters surrounding him, “Step back! Your mission is over!”

"Roar!!!!"

Whether they were zombies or monsters, they all let out low, hoarse roars and quickly turned and disappeared at the end of the passage.

Watching these terrifying figures gradually disappear into the distance, the old man finally breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and cheeks with his wide sleeves and sighed with a wry smile, "I never thought I would be saved by you one day. Can you tell me about this tower and what exactly happened to you? I can sense that your magic power now far surpasses mine, and is even comparable to that of the Guild Master."

"Of course, mentor. But before that, please come with me to the kitchen, and we'll talk over a meal."

Chapter 1041 The Spellcaster's Paradise

Despite being merely a lowly servant, Allens still had the right to command the lowest-ranking maids, magical golems, and living armor.

So at his instruction, the kitchen quickly prepared a sumptuous meal, and before long, dozens of exquisite dishes exuding an enticing aroma were served on the table.

Looking at the dishes they had never seen before, and the artificial life forms and magical puppets standing behind them, the three members of the Spellcasters Guild stared wide-eyed, seemingly unable to believe what they were seeing.

The latter, in particular, was something they could never have imagined: that all the daily work within a magic tower would be handled by artificial lifeforms and puppets.

The intelligence of these artificial life forms is in no way inferior to that of normal humans. They can not only execute extremely complex commands, but also have a certain degree of subjective judgment. Coupled with their exquisite appearance and figure, they are simply the helpers that every spellcaster dreams of.

Shock!

Amazing!

envy!

worship!

……

Driven by a complex mix of emotions, a middle-aged spellcaster with a mustache clenched his fists tightly, gritting his teeth as he muttered to himself, "Heaven! This is simply the heaven a spellcaster has always dreamed of!"

“You’re right! This place is paradise for us! Tell me, Allens, how can we stay?” another spellcaster couldn’t help but ask.

Upon hearing this, the young man immediately shook his head with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, I don't know either. In fact, I myself don't know why the tower master took me in."

"Damn it! Then why didn't you take us to see the Tower Master?" The middle-aged man with a mustache suddenly stood up, his tone revealing a strong ambition.

Without even asking, he knew that since Zhang Cheng was willing to take in an apprentice with average talent, he would naturally not refuse him.

"Take you to see the Tower Master?" Allens' eyes held the look of someone looking at an idiot. "You think I have that right? No, I'm just a lowly servant, I don't even have the authority to leave the tower. Do you understand? Besides, if the Tower Master wants to see you, he will appear directly in front of you, not wait for a servant to introduce you."

"Damn it! I'm not reconciled!"

"I'm just as unwilling to accept this!"

"Shut up, all of you! Look at yourselves, how pathetic you are! Do you still deserve to be called proud spellcasters?"

The old man couldn't bear to watch any longer and took the initiative to speak up.

But he quickly turned his attention to his former apprentice, lowering his voice to probe: "Allens, tell me, what kind of person is the Tower Master? Why did he build such an amazing magic tower deep in the forest? And what about those terrifying monsters?"

"I'm sorry, mentor, I don't know anything. In fact, I've only met the tower master no more than ten times so far." The young man deliberately pretended to be very embarrassed.

He wasn't a fool; he understood that the other party wanted to take the opportunity to find out the tower master's background before deciding what action to take.

From the moment he became an apprentice, he had resolved to abandon the past and give all his loyalty to the great master of the tower.

After all, worshipping and following the strong is the instinct of most intelligent beings, regardless of good or evil, or order or chaos.

Turn the pages of Earth's history and look at those barbaric nomadic peoples from the northern grasslands. Every single one of them was a bloodthirsty executioner, constantly plundering wealth and slaughtering civilians.

But what can we do about it?

It's not like a whole bunch of so-called "historians" and "historians" are embellishing their reputations, even calling Temujin, an absolute scoundrel, a "great hero."

Humanity establishes ridiculous moral systems, but in such situations, it selectively turns a blind eye, even attributing them to the primitiveness and backwardness of past human civilization.

"You don't know?" The old man frowned immediately, clearly dissatisfied with the answer.

Allens nodded without hesitation: "I really don't know anything! The only thing I know is that the tower master is an extremely powerful spellcaster and extremely wealthy. He never cares about materials that are very precious and rare to us. In addition, the collection of books in the library here is simply eye-opening. I probably could not master even one percent of it in my entire life."

"Then... can you take me to the library?" the old man asked, his eyes shining.

“No, I can’t. Ordinary visitors and game participants can only stay on the first floor at most. If they enter the second floor, they will immediately be attacked by magical puppets. Believe me, with the magical power you possess, you can’t even break through their defenses,” Allens warned meaningfully.

He knew all too well what spellcasters in these guilds were capable of doing for precious magical knowledge.

“Allens! I hereby formally request that you, through the guild, find a way to meet with the Tower Master, if all else fails, even a trip to the library would be acceptable. You must understand that those greedy nobles have their eyes on this place, and I must bring back enough evidence to prove to them that attacking this place was a mistake.”

"Understood! I will explain to the Tower Master later. But you'd better not have too high expectations; he is not someone who can be easily persuaded."

"It's alright. You just need to convey the message."

……

As the conversation ended, the young man quickly left the kitchen and returned to the upper level of the tower.

Zhang Cheng had already finished treating the injured monster and was admiring the newly modified knight's corpse with great interest when he asked without turning his head, "So? Did those guys say anything interesting?"

“Yes, Master. They claim to represent the Spellcasters' Guild and wish to speak with you face to face,” Allens replied, bowing deeply with one hand on his chest.

"Hmph! Self-righteous idiots! Tell them they can meet me, but they have to get through my game first, otherwise forget it. I never talk to trash! Not in the past, not now, and not in the future." Zhang Cheng pursed his lips, a contemptuous smile appearing on his face.

"Understood! I will relay your words to them verbatim. In addition, I have also learned that some greedy guys have their eyes on this place, and it may not be long before some fools who overestimate themselves come to their deaths."

"Hahaha! Excellent! This is one of the few pieces of good news I've heard recently. Go down now, I'm going to prepare some more surprises for these fools in the next few days."

"As you wish!"

Watching Allens disappear down the corridor and around the corner of the stairs leading to the lower level, Zhang Cheng gently stroked the armrest of his chair, his pupils sparkling with a light as bright as stars, as if he wanted to merge with the starry sky...

Chapter 1042 Dragons and Wild Dogs

Waiting is always a painful thing!

Especially when the person they desperately wanted to see ignored them, the pain and resentment were enough to drive the three messengers from the spellcasters' guild insane.

If they hadn't witnessed the tower master's indifference and immense power firsthand, some daring individual might have tried to break into the second floor and read the legendary library's invaluable, maddening knowledge.

Unfortunately, the desire to survive outweighed the desire for knowledge and power.

In the end, these guys, who had been harboring a lot of resentment, stayed obediently on the first floor and didn't even dare to touch the stairs leading to the second floor.

Although there were neither terrifying monsters nor powerful magical golems guarding the spiral staircase, the fear of death still loomed over everyone and had not dissipated at all.

Just as their patience was about to run out, Allens suddenly appeared and announced in a completely emotionless tone, "Come with me! The Tower Master has agreed to see you!"

"Wh...what?!" The middle-aged man with a mustache stood up abruptly, his face full of disbelief.

You should know that they have been left here for about half a month without any attention. Every day, apart from eating, drinking and relieving themselves, they stay in the closed environment and practice their magic. Their only entertainment is to chat with the artificial maids who have extremely high intelligence and initiative during meals.

If this kind of life continues, it's possible that someone will soon go crazy or insane.

"The tower master has agreed to see you! Come on! Don't keep him waiting too long!"

After saying that, Allens didn't care whether the other person heard him clearly or not, and turned around to walk up the stairs.

As the team leader, the old man naturally wouldn't let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Without saying a word, he followed closely behind, even though climbing the stairs quickly drained his already poor physical strength, and he was constantly panting heavily, but he didn't stop for a moment.

After about five or six minutes, the group finally arrived at the room on the top floor of the tower.

As the host, Zhang Cheng was standing on the balcony, gazing at the forest below that had been transformed beyond recognition. Without turning his head, he asked, "Are you the envoys who call yourselves the Spellcasters' Guild?"

“Yes, Master. My name is Isolte Rini, and I am the representative fully authorized by the Guild Master.” The old man dared not show his usual arrogance and quickly placed one hand on his chest and bowed deeply.

After all, in the world of spellcasters, appearance and age are never the measure of a person's strength.

There is only one true measure of strength: power, the purest form of magical power.

"So, what do you want to say to me?" Zhang Cheng tapped the railing lightly with his right index finger, turned around, and looked into the other person's eyes with a half-smile.

The old man, who called himself Isolde Rini, hesitated for a moment, then quickly pulled a slightly yellowed scroll from his pouch and replied with a wry smile, "I can't describe it in words, you'll have to see for yourself."

"Hehe, it seems the conditions you offered weren't very good, were they?" Zhang Cheng took the package, glanced at it, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his lips.

Putting aside the other clauses above, the mere mention of exchanging magical knowledge clearly shows an attempt to take advantage without restraint.

What magical knowledge does he possess in his library?