Spellcasting Gods

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After the brief conversation, Allens, who could no longer contain his excitement, immediately crossed the corridor, returned to his servant's room, opened the stopper, and carefully poured the violet liquid down his throat.

next second!

A strong burning sensation surged down my esophagus into my stomach and intestines!

pain!

Tear!

Expanding!

Within seconds, the skin on the body surface turned an astonishing red and emitted a scalding temperature.

He felt as if every cell in his body was working beyond its limits!

But this pain comes and goes quickly; after about a minute, the burning sensation suddenly turns into a cool spring that flows into the limbs and brain.

moment!

Allens realized that his mind had become infinitely broader than usual, and the magical energy stored in his body had also expanded infinitely, as if a single thought could trigger a violent energy resonance and vibration.

Chapter 1045 The Power of Chaos

While the young man was overjoyed by the incredible changes in his body, he was completely unaware that his every move was being monitored by another person.

"What an adorable little fellow! He actually naively thinks I'll need an assistant. No, I don't need any assistants; I need experimental subjects with sufficient knowledge." Zhang Cheng muttered to himself with a cold smile.

Without a doubt, the liquid Allens just drank was not a magical potion created through alchemy, but rather an energy directly extracted from the universe by leveraging the power of rules.

While it can greatly improve the physique and talent of the user, it has a fatal flaw: the personality will become increasingly crazy and irritable over time, eventually leading to a complete collapse of self-awareness and turning the user into a madman who only knows how to kill and destroy.

No mortal can resist this chaotic energy drawn from the universe; even gods may become deeply entangled in it and unable to extricate themselves.

As a ruler, especially one whose heart has been completely absorbed into darkness, Zhang Cheng found that he could sense and use this type of energy much more easily and skillfully than other energies.

No wonder the Tentacle Monster invited him to join the Chaos faction. To some extent, Chaos, which originated from one of the three most primordial rules of the universe, was undoubtedly very compatible with his personality and tastes.

But for some reason, he always felt that this power had some kind of potential hidden danger, so much so that he was always subconsciously vigilant and unwilling to use it too much.

This time, he wanted to test it on Allens to see just how terrifying the influence of chaotic power on mortals really was.

The poor young man was unaware that he had silently become a lab rat on a death countdown, constantly testing his potential.

For example, open a book you've never read before and see how long it takes you to memorize all the contents. Or, for example, unleash some powerful magic that you couldn't cast before.

In short, he was like a child who had just received a new toy, his face beaming with excitement and joy.

Unbeknownst to them, a mysterious force had already taken root in their minds, slowly eroding their consciousness and soul.

Although it is very slow, it is an irreversible process.

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Time flies, and fifteen days have passed in the blink of an eye.

As his power grew rapidly at a visible rate, Allens became irritable, easily angered, and bloodthirsty, destroying the artificial maids responsible for daily cleaning at the slightest provocation.

Sometimes, to vent the burning masculine flame within him, he would even venture into the forest to hunt down monsters lurking around or wild beasts that had accidentally wandered in.

There is no doubt that this change is exactly what Zhang Cheng hoped to see.

In addition, blood is drawn periodically to test changes in the blood and genes.

However, when the army of two thousand men reached the forest surrounding the tower, he had to stop his research and turn his attention to another test.

To understand his strengths and weaknesses, he created over ten thousand small monsters carrying the power of rules.

At this moment, they are already lying in ambush on the path that people must take, patiently waiting for the creator to give the order to attack.

"Master! May I teach them a little lesson?" Allens curled the corners of his mouth slightly, his eyes flashing with undisguised malice.

The power of chaos has begun to distort his personality and thinking; anything related to killing, destruction, or annihilation triggers intense excitement in his subconscious.

Without hesitation, Zhang Cheng waved his hand: "No! No need! I don't want them to lose their fighting spirit in one encounter. Here's what we'll do: you go and cut off their retreat. If anyone tries to turn around and run away, I'll allow you to kill them all."

"As you wish!" The young man bowed and immediately used a teleportation spell to disappear from the spot.

At the same time, the lord who was personally leading the team seemed to notice that the surrounding silence was a bit unusual, and immediately gave a hand signal to the rangers on both sides who were responsible for reconnaissance.

The latter understood immediately and quickly dispersed to explore the perimeter, trying to find any possible enemies.

Before the twenty scouts could get far, the ground suddenly shook violently, accompanied by a deafening roar.

boom!!!!!!!

Without warning, more than a dozen unfathomably deep ravines split open in the ground, from which countless mud-covered monsters leaped out, engulfing the completely unprepared army like a tidal wave.

confusion!

Chaos beyond words!

The violent ground tremors had startled most of the warhorses, causing them to scatter and flee completely out of the riders' control.

Some were relatively lucky; they fell off their horses early on but were not seriously injured.

Those unlucky ones who didn't dismount immediately either crashed into the branches of trees of varying heights in the forest, or lost their grip and fell halfway, only to be trampled into a bloody pulp by the horses following behind.

In just one encounter, the army lost almost all of its horses, making a retreat an almost impossible task.

Once they regained their senses, all the soldiers could do was try to huddle together as much as possible, barely forming a defensive formation.

In an instant, screams, shouts, roars, and the sound of officers issuing orders filled the air.

The monsters created by Zhang Cheng also showed no mercy in displaying their bizarre and strange abilities; every few minutes, someone would fall down and never get up again.

The bewildered lord could hardly believe that his army was already on the verge of collapse and despair before he had even seen the tower.

If they had no other way out and were not forced to surrender, these soldiers would have turned and fled, or dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground.

"My God! Someone tell me! What the hell is going on?" the lord demanded in a trembling voice.

"My lord! We've been ambushed! I swear on my life! This was absolutely premeditated!" A knight of considerable age shouted in response.

"You mean... the owner of the magic tower knew we were coming? So he arranged all this in advance?"

"Maybe! Maybe not! There's no point in discussing that now! If we want to survive, we must gather as many soldiers as possible and establish defensive positions. Otherwise, once night falls, we will definitely perish." Knight Hundred Years panted heavily, his face full of tension as he reminded them.

"Yes! Gather the soldiers! Forward! There's a cliff over there! It should be a good defensive position!"

"Archers! Fire straight! Spearmen! Prepare for the assault!"

Chapter 1046 Internal Strife

The chaos and slaughter lasted for a full forty minutes until the lord led his remaining troops to a narrow cliff near a precipice, where he used stones and corpses to build a breastwork, which barely managed to hold off the monsters' frenzied attack.

Sensing the strong stench of blood in the air, his face and armor stained with blood, he finally breathed a slight sigh of relief and asked without turning his head, "How many soldiers do we have left who can fight?"

"If we include those who can still wield weapons, there are about five hundred men left. However, many have been injured, and no more than three hundred are truly at full fighting strength. Most importantly, the chaos just now caused us to lose almost all our supplies, and we currently only have enough dry rations to last us for no more than three days. Of course, that's not the worst part. The worst part is that our current water supply will only last for two days at most." The slightly aged knight lowered his voice to explain the grim situation.

It can be said that the monsters' sudden attack directly brought this group of people, who were originally full of high morale and filled with greed for wealth and power, down from the clouds to the bottom.

Now, no one thinks about plundering the priceless treasures inside the tower anymore; instead, they rack their brains trying every possible way to survive.

Because they knew that waiting in place meant certain death.

Putting aside everything else, the lack of water and food alone can cause a person to starve or die of thirst.

Besides, outside the breastwork, those fierce and brutal monsters did not leave. Instead, they waited patiently around, and pairs of terrifying green eyes could often be seen in the dark forest.

"Damn it! What are we supposed to do now? Just wait to die?" The lord slammed his fist into the hard tree trunk, his face filled with resentment and unwillingness.

He never dreamed that his seemingly foolproof plan would encounter such a terrible unexpected situation at the very last moment.

Especially the monsters hiding in the woods, there were so many that they were impossible to count. If he had known how dangerous this place was, he would not have risked his life to get close, which led to his current predicament.

The knight shook his head helplessly: "I'm sorry, sir, I can't think of any way to help us out of this predicament. Perhaps you could try to communicate with the owner of that magic tower and see if you can ask him to release us."

"Communicate? How do you expect me to communicate with him? Tell him it was an accident, and we're not here to steal his property? Don't be naive! I guarantee he knows something to be so brazen in his dealings with us." The lord growled in a frustrated low voice.

“But this is our only chance to survive, sir. In any case, you are a nobleman, the lord of a city. As long as you are willing to make some concessions, I think the other side shouldn’t dare to do anything to you.” A strange light flashed in the knight’s eyes.

Not only him, but all the surviving soldiers around him were staring at the lord with similar expressions.

Undoubtedly, they wanted to live, even if it meant living a lowly and humiliating life, rather than a so-called "glorious death in battle."

Upon realizing this, the lord's pupils contracted sharply, and he demanded loudly with a wary expression, "What do you want? I am your lord! My family and I have ruled this land for over three hundred years!"

“My lord, we have no intention of challenging your rule and authority. We simply hope to leave this hellhole alive. After all, you are our leader, and it is only right that you step up and take responsibility at this critical moment, isn’t it?” A man who looked like a mercenary leader stood up, one hand gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, as if he might draw his weapon at any moment.

Normally, knights and guards should immediately step forward, loudly rebuke and arrest the person making such threatening gestures and language.

But this time, they acted as if they were collectively blind, pretending not to see anything and allowing the other party to approach their sworn allegiance.

Although several young people tried to stand up and stop it, they were stopped by their older companions.

Suddenly, the atmosphere around them became eerily quiet.

"Responsibility?" The lord squinted, scrutinizing this insignificant character whom he would normally never pay attention to.

“That’s right! The responsibility! You caused this disaster. You angered the powerful spellcaster within the magic tower, which is why we are in this tragic situation. Now, you have two choices. One is to step forward and negotiate with the other side to ensure that the rest of us can return home alive. The other, of course, is for us to cut off your head and use it to beg the tower master’s forgiveness.” As the mercenary leader spoke, he slowly drew his blood-stained broadsword, exuding a dangerous aura.

Even a fool could tell that he was not joking, but intended to actually take action.

After all, as mercenaries who live on the edge, these guys don't care about the dignity of a lord. As long as there is enough profit, they would even dare to plunder a noble's manor.

Anyway, at worst, I can pull off one heist and start over somewhere no one knows me.

In this world where information travels very slowly, you can completely alter your image by moving about 200 to 300 kilometers away from a city, making the chances of being recognized negligible.

The lord, accustomed to being high and mighty, was clearly enraged by the other party's attitude. He trembled and let out a cold laugh: "Fine! Very well! Excellent! I will remember you, and all of you."

Having said that, he glanced at the expressionless and inactive knights and soldiers around him, turned around, strode over the breastwork, and shouted madly into the depths of the forest: "My name is Kerwin Oren! Lord of this land! Master of the tower! I now demand to negotiate with you face to face!"

"Negotiations?" Upon hearing this from the upper levels of the tower, Zhang Cheng immediately showed interest and instructed the young man waiting in the forest, "Allens, go and see what's going on."

"Yes, Master." After sending the message, the young man slowly emerged from the depths of the dense forest.

Of course, he wasn't alone; he was followed by thousands of monsters.

However, upon seeing the lord's familiar face, he finally couldn't help but sneer sarcastically, "Ah! I thought it was someone else, but it's the esteemed lord."

"You're Allens?! That lucky apprentice?"