Spellcasting Gods

A mercenary with sharp eyes suddenly stood up and pointed to a huge shadow slowly rising from the woods in the distance.

Chapter 1049 If you can't defeat the enemy, then join them.

Because it was too dark, most people couldn't see clearly what the huge black shadow was.

But one thing is certain: it is exceptionally large, at least the size of a castle, and has two blazing flames flickering at its front, giving it an extremely eerie and terrifying feel.

"My God! What...what is that?"

"monster!!!!!"

"Damn it! It looks like it's heading this way!"

……

In an instant, everyone stood up in tension, gripping their weapons tightly.

Although they were all well aware that their weapons might not even be able to hit the other side, they still tried to find some solace.

Some even set up one of their few giant ballistae, aiming them at the ever-approaching massive shadow—their only powerful weapon against the air.

However, when the enormous shadow finally drew near, everyone was plunged into boundless despair.

Because this enormous black shadow was none other than a colossal dragon exuding a stench of decay and death, or more precisely, a plague-ridden, corrupting dragon, a war machine pieced together using the most advanced necromancy and countless monster corpses. Ordinary weapons simply could not inflict fatal damage on it.

On the contrary, it only needs to spew out a deadly toxic fumes to kill all living things within a radius of hundreds of meters.

"So, do you now have a new understanding of the power of our great master?" Allens asked, standing on the dragon's back with a half-smile.

"Of course! With this skeletal dragon, we can easily conquer the capital of a country." Kerwin waved his right arm vigorously, unable to contain his excitement and exhilaration any longer.

“Remember! Don’t try to betray your master. I’ll be watching you all the time,” Allens warned, narrowing his eyes.

Kerwin nodded without hesitation: "I understand! Don't worry, after seeing all this with my own eyes, do you think I'd be foolish enough to choose betrayal?"

"I hope so! You know, mortals are always full of arrogance and foolishness, thinking that they can do things that others cannot, and they are very easily influenced by base desires and emotions."

As he said this, a hint of mockery crept into Allens' tone.

"No, my friend, you're talking about young people, adventurers, and mercenaries whose minds are filled with all sorts of delusions, not lords and nobles like me. You know, I only look at things from the perspective of self-interest. I agree with anything that serves my own interests and oppose anything that harms them. Now, do you think there's anyone else in the world who can offer me such favorable conditions, and who would be willing to support me in expanding my territory and building a vast empire?" Kerwin asked meaningfully.

Upon hearing this answer, Allens merely smiled contemptuously and pointed at the terrified soldiers below: "What do you intend to do with these traitors?"

Kerwin replied expressionlessly, "It's simple! Let them taste pain and despair! Until they realize how serious their mistakes are."

"It's cruel! But I like it!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Allens raised his hand and shot out a blinding red light.

Upon seeing this, the monsters in the forest rushed out like madmen, leaping over the breastwork one by one, tackling the surviving soldiers to the ground, and tearing open their throats with their sharp teeth and claws.

No mercy!

No mercy!

There was no forgiveness whatsoever!

In less than ten minutes, the death toll had reached over 50 percent, and almost none of the bodies were well preserved. Most were missing limbs, and some had been eaten away, leaving only a bloody white skeleton.

Any mentally sound person who sees this will feel their scalp tingle, and in severe cases, they might even have a mental breakdown on the spot.

As the remaining survivors dwindled and their resistance weakened, Lord Kerwin finally spoke, saying, "Enough! Stop! I think they need to learn their lesson."

"Stop now? Are you sure you're not joking? These people are terrified. Even if they survive, they won't have the courage to stand on the battlefield and fight the enemy again." Allens snorted and showed a disdainful expression.

"No, you don't understand. I don't need these people to go back to the battlefield. I just need to use them to control and manage more ordinary people. Only by firmly imprinting awe and fear deep into their souls will they understand the price of betrayal and thus ensure absolute loyalty. Come on, put me down. Now it's my time to perform."

After saying that, Kerwin tidied his wind-blown hair and quickly got into the role he was playing.

As an adult nobleman, he wore many masks in his daily life, including a gentle husband, an amiable father, and a stern monarch, which he could switch at any time if needed.

"Hmph! What a boring trick!"

Although Allens had no interest in this at all, he still controlled the huge plague and decay dragon beneath his feet to descend from the sky and land in front of the soldiers who were on the verge of collapse.

Using the terrifying aura emanating from the dragon, Kerwin, a faint smile on his face, stepped over the puddles of blood and walked straight to the bewildered soldiers. He said in a slightly sarcastic tone, "I'm sure many of you didn't expect that I would come back alive, did you?"

"This...this is all your revenge?" the mercenary leader asked, trembling.

"Revenge? No, of course not. Don't think of me as lowly as you. I'm not after revenge, but to teach you fear and awe. Especially when facing an enemy you can never defeat, the best approach is not to fight to the bitter end, but to choose to join them. Now, I have sworn allegiance to the master of the magic tower. Who among you is willing to follow me in waging war against the other lords and building an eternal empire?"

There was no flowery rhetoric or empty boasting!

They made no attempt to hide their inflated ambitions!

Kerwin offered a proposal—an offer that could not be refused—to these terrified remnants of his army in the simplest and most direct way.

Given the current situation, even a fool could see that anyone who refuses will almost certainly become food for the monsters, so only by accepting can one ensure their survival.

As for whether I will betray you in the future, I'll think about that after I've survived.

No one realized that a seed of fear had been planted in their subconscious, a seed that would take root and sprout deep within their hearts, reminding them of the cruel scene before them whenever they considered betrayal…

Chapter 1050 Conspiracy

The adult world is often not like what many teenagers imagine, where they can have everything without having to make a choice.

On the contrary, most of the time they have no choice but to choose between the worst and the relatively less bad.

Clearly, for the surviving soldiers whose lives were threatened, the only thing they could do was accept the lord's terms and become henchmen and accomplices of the evil forces.

When Kerwin returned to the city with tens of thousands of monsters, every resident felt a strong sense of unease.

Although they couldn't quite put their finger on what was wrong, and the seemingly ferocious monster hadn't attacked any ordinary people, the monster's constant patrols through the streets and alleys inevitably caused panic to spread rapidly.

In just two or three days, hundreds of people fled with their belongings, and the rest closed their doors and windows, turning the once bustling market into a desolate place.

However, Lord Kerwin paid no heed to the intentions of his people, instead locking himself in the castle and ignoring everything that was happening outside.

But no one knew that he had quietly gathered Isolte and the other two together, plotting to eliminate Melroth, the guild master of the Spellcasters' Guild.

"So, what do you think about this operation? Did you take me into consideration?" Kerwin asked directly, narrowing his eyes.

“It’s hard to say! You should know that Melrot is no ordinary spellcaster. By the age of thirty, he was already a renowned magician, praised by many old men. To get rid of him, we must first sever his connection with magical energy. The simplest way would be to poison him,” Isolt replied with a sinister look.

"Poisoning?" Kerwin frowned instinctively. "You mean I need to throw a banquet, invite many people, and secretly poison his food?"

Isolte nodded without hesitation: "That's right! As far as I know, Melrot doesn't like strong liquor; he usually only drinks mild wine or absinthe. Also, he likes women over twenty-eight with a certain allure. My suggestion is to find a noblewoman who can arouse his desires, and feed him the poisoned wine mouth-to-mouth to minimize his suspicion. As for the excuse of holding the banquet, how about using the spoils from the magic tower as bait?"

"Are you stupid? Almost everyone in the city saw how disheveled we were when we came back. No one will believe that I got anything from the magic tower," Kerwin retorted irritably.

It's not that he didn't want to show off, but that he simply couldn't.

Just a few days ago, when he returned with this group of defeated soldiers, almost everyone looked dejected, like walking corpses, their armor and weapons tattered and stained with blood.

If it weren't for the tens of thousands of monsters surrounding the city being 100% obedient to orders, the guards at the city gates might have refused to let their lord into the city.

In fact, recently, many rumors have been circulating, more than half of which are speculations about what the expeditionary force encountered and why so few people returned alive.

Some of the victims' relatives were desperately trying to find out whether their loved ones and friends were alive or dead.

Unfortunately, all those who experienced that horrific massacre chose to remain silent without exception, daring not to reveal even the slightest bit of information.

Because they knew that if they dared to reveal even the slightest bit of the truth, they would be discovered by the monsters roaming the city, dragged into deserted alleys, and torn to pieces.

"No, no, no, my dear lord. It doesn't matter whether others believe it or not, what matters is whether Melrot is willing to believe it. Don't forget, he's a fellow who's extremely obsessed with magical knowledge and power. As long as you can produce some clues and evidence, he certainly won't miss it," the middle-aged man with the mustache hinted meaningfully.

"But I have no evidence! I have no clues!"

"Hehe, it's okay if you don't have any, we have enough."

"You? Oh, I see, you also received generous gifts from the Tower Master."

"Yes! It's not much, but it's enough to deal with Melrot."

“Alright, then I’ll go and prepare the banquet and the poison. I’ll invite Melrot to handle it for you.”

……

While these traitors were plotting to murder a powerful spellcaster, Zhang Cheng, far away in the deep forest, had already dug thousands of meters underground to build a huge maze, which was densely filled with monsters created using the power of rules.

Looking at the pairs of eyes emitting an eerie glow in the darkness, he couldn't help but smile and sigh, "It really wasn't easy! It's finally all done. Controlling the energy limit and ensuring that each individual is infused with the rules was quite a challenge even for me. But it was worth it to conduct the tests without being noticed by outsiders."

The words had barely left his mouth!

Allens suddenly teleported back to his original spot, placed one hand on his chest, and bowed slightly: "Master, the things you asked me to prepare last time are all done. Shall I send them to Lord Kerwin now?"

"Oh? So fast!" Zhang Cheng was taken aback and turned around to look at the young man who exuded a cold and violent aura from the inside out.

The latter smiled slightly and explained, "This is all thanks to your generous gift! The knowledge recorded in the library is so rich that no matter what problems or troubles I encounter, I can find a solution immediately by looking up the relevant books. In addition, when I was making this thing, I also discovered an interesting phenomenon, which is the transformation between opposing energies. So-called justice and evil are not as irreconcilable as people imagine, but can be interchanged under certain conditions."

"You really didn't disappoint me; you grasped the essence of magical energy so quickly." Zhang Cheng quickly concealed his true emotions and gently patted the other person's shoulder.

no doubt!

Allens' talent in magic was far greater than he had imagined.

To be precise, he is one in a million geniuses.

However, this kind of genius is not like ordinary magical talent, which can be quickly manifested after a little learning. Instead, it requires a long period of accumulation before it can finally radiate a dazzling light like a gemstone.

"Thank you for your praise! I promise to continue to work hard and never let you down."

The young man was unaware of what his unintentionally displayed talent meant and continued to maintain his awe of his master.

Chapter 1051 Trap

“Allens, I must say you’ve given me a pleasant surprise. Perhaps… it’s time to impart some real knowledge about the nature of magic to you. Come, follow me, and I will demonstrate to you how a truly powerful spellcaster manipulates energy, distributing, recombining, and shaping it according to their own will.”

As Zhang Cheng spoke, he used teleportation magic to arrive at a clearing around a bush on the ground.

Without saying a word, he simply raised his right hand and made a grasping motion.

next second!

boom!

Suddenly, a giant hand emerged from the ground, gripping a poor wild boar tightly in its palm. It then squeezed and crushed the boar until it burst into a shower of blood and gore.

After he finished all this, he turned around and asked, "So, tell me what you felt?"

"You...you didn't chant any spells! Nor did you perform any complicated casting movements! You completed the capture of energy and the spell structure almost instantly." Allens gave his answer with a somewhat uncertain tone.