Spellcasting Gods

"Listen carefully to my words! The actions of the Overlord are determined by your heart and soul! That is to say, a change in your thoughts, or the influence of the universe on your will, can lead to a series of incredible changes in you. Every Overlord goes through this, the difference being that some Overlords stick to their original beliefs, while others choose what they believe is better. The most interesting thing is that, until now, the universe seems to have maintained a certain balance, to the point that the three factions each have ten Overlords. But now, the appearance of the two of you has broken the balance, which means that the universe is about to undergo a series of changes, and only one faction will become the ultimate victor."

When he said these words, Gru's tone was deep and profound, as if he were communicating with a greater will.

But Zhang Cheng had never been interested in these mysterious prophecies. He scoffed and shook his head, retorting, "No, you're wrong. The universe has always been changing, but most of the time it's too slow for anyone to notice. Besides, I haven't decided whether to join the Chaos faction yet, so you don't need to consider me an ally."

"Hahahaha! Perhaps! But I have absolutely no mistake in your joining the Chaos faction. Because your soul is constantly emanating a dark, intoxicating fragrance, which is undoubtedly a manifestation of chaotic power..."

Chapter 1056 The Drawbacks of High Pressure

Undoubtedly, Zhang Cheng obtained a lot of important intelligence during his brief conversation with Gru, although it is still unclear which of these messages are true and which are deceptions and lies.

But as the saying goes, if a person is smart enough, even fake news can have considerable reference value.

As the unidentified creature, composed entirely of mysterious metal, turned and left, the magic tower returned to its previous tranquility and peace.

Apart from the monsters hidden within the vast underground labyrinth, there was absolutely nothing that made a sound.

To be precise, everything that could make sounds had been completely wiped out, even the insects were all dead, leaving only an endless primeval forest.

Looking at the oval-shaped metal egg left behind by the other party before leaving, Zhang Cheng chuckled and muttered to himself, "What an interesting life form. It can actually incorporate the rules of the universe into such a small thing, causing it to undergo all sorts of changes. But I'm not one to be trifled with either. Just wait and see, what I create will give you a big surprise."

The words had barely left his mouth!

He crushed the metal egg, gripping the tiny metal worm, no bigger than a fingernail, hidden inside tightly in his fingertip, feeling the boundless potential of this little thing.

Despite being just an immature juvenile, it still possesses extremely high intelligence, constantly releasing mental shocks in an attempt to break free from control and further control and occupy the other's mind.

If it were an ordinary adult, they would probably already be a prisoner of this little thing, parasitized and integrated into a certain group to reproduce and eventually control the entire group, extracting their genetic material to create a deceptive civilization.

It must be said that, if we exclude the possibility of being controlled by a creator, from the perspective of species survival and reproduction alone, these metal insects have indeed evolved to the point where they are almost impossible to become extinct.

Because no matter what kind of enemy they encounter, they will silently infiltrate the enemy's ranks and conquer a civilization through parasitism.

What's even more terrifying is that one of these eggs has already been dropped into a city on this planet. Within a few years, it will multiply into hundreds of thousands, and might even create something far beyond the overall technological level of this planet.

Fighting such a terrifying enemy is a nightmare for all civilizations.

fortunately!

Zhang Cheng is not a civilization, but a ruler who controls the supreme rules of the universe, so he can use similar methods to deal with these little insects.

In addition, he also gained some insights into how to harness the power of the rules.

It is clear that Gru is deliberately using this method to teach him how to become a proper ruler.

……

However, the inhabitants of this relatively primitive and backward planet were completely unaware that they were about to become pawns in a game played by the two most terrifying rulers of the universe, and were still fighting endlessly for their own interests.

For example, Kerwin, who swallowed the entire western province whole, has now begun to systematically establish a new ruling structure and forcibly recruit a large number of young men into the army, hoping to train them into qualified soldiers before the kingdom can retaliate.

Driven by his ever-growing ambition, he has completely transformed into a tyrant. As long as he can consolidate and expand his power and status, he doesn't care how much destruction will be caused, nor how many people will die in this war.

Even those monsters that originally looked hideous are now gradually becoming majestic and extraordinary.

Everything stems from "pragmatism".

Everything that benefits you is good, and everything that harms you is bad.

The complex adult world suddenly becomes so simple and so intuitive.

Especially when one holds great power, the fearful and awe-inspiring gazes from one's vassals and the people of one's territory are simply irresistible.

Savoring the slightly sour wine, Kerwin sighed softly and, without turning his head, said to Isolde, who was standing not far away, "My friend, do you know what the biggest regret of my life is?"

"What is it?" Isolt asked cooperatively.

"Of course, it's because I didn't meet our master sooner! If I had met him earlier, I'm afraid I would have established a vast country before I turned thirty, a powerful nation completely unaffected by any political forces." Kerwin waved his arms excitedly.

He simply couldn't believe that there were actually people in the world who would be willing to give up so many resources without asking for anything in return, leaving him with the greatest benefits.

“Foolish and low-level idea! I guess you don’t understand our master at all, let alone the true purpose of his actions, do you?” Isolt sneered and shook his head.

More than worldly power, money, status, and enjoyment, what he truly cared about was the endless magical knowledge, the ultimate destination leading to the highest halls and the secrets of immortality.

What are rights anyway?

Even the greatest empire will one day perish!

But knowledge and power never fade with time!

"Hahahaha! Alright! I admit I don't understand what you spellcasters are thinking, but the result is that not only do we not have any conflicts, but we've also formed a perfect complement. The only challenge now is to hold off the kingdom's counterattack and then defeat and devour it bit by bit. You know what? I can't wait to see Unger V kneeling on the ground and announcing his surrender. Oh, by the way, I heard he has a beautiful daughter. Perhaps I can consider ascending to the throne legitimately through a marriage alliance."

When he said these words, Kerwin made no attempt to hide his greed and desire.

In a sense, he had already become a qualified tyrant, able to put his own interests above everyone else without a second thought.

“Don’t be too smug! Don’t forget, there have been more than twelve mass exodus of people under your rule in the past week. Although you ordered the execution of some of them, panic is still spreading rapidly. If you can’t come up with a good solution, it won’t be long before your kingdom has no subjects left, only tens of thousands of ugly monsters,” Isolt reminded him with a half-smile.

While repressive rule is very effective in times of chaos and can quickly restore social order.

However, the negative effects of high pressure are equally outstanding, the most typical being escape.

Just as Germany was divided in two after World War II, countless people from East Germany, which was under Soviet rule, fled to West Germany every year by crossing the Berlin Wall.

Although both East and West Germany were essentially puppet states with no sovereign integrity or any real democracy or freedom, the Soviet Union's rule over East Germany was far more oppressive than that of West Germany under NATO control.

Similarly, Kerwin's oppressive rule would also cause a large number of people to flee, and most ordinary people simply did not believe he could defeat the kingdom's counterattack...

Chapter 1057 Competition

"Damn it! Can you stop bringing up such depressing things when we're having such a good time? How could those ignorant lowly people possibly understand my lofty ideals? They should be like oxen, giving everything for the great cause, not acting like shameful traitors like this."

Kerwin became furious at the mention of the large number of people fleeing.

Whether as a noble lord who was originally high and mighty or as an ambitious man, he never took the common people seriously. He even felt that it was his right to rule them and that the common people should obediently obey his orders, even if those orders would bankrupt them or even cost them their lives.

Unfortunately, intelligent life is not like domesticated animals such as cattle and horses; they have their own independent thinking and judgment.

Perhaps sometimes they will choose to endure for the time being due to fear or other reasons, but if they cross the line and cause a survival crisis, the destructive power unleashed by ordinary people is enough to destroy a country.

Even if some powerful individuals can forcibly suppress a riot, the damage to social structure and productivity is fatal.

Isolt scoffed and curled his lip: "Come on! Put away that disgusting face of yours. Look at the decrees you recently issued. If I were a citizen living in your territory, I would also choose to flee without hesitation. But don't worry, as long as we defeat the kingdom's counterattack and advance further towards the center of the capital, those lower-class people will realize that they have nowhere to escape, and they will naturally behave themselves."

"But the problem is! We are far inferior to the kingdom in terms of strength! Even setting aside those fearless monsters, our strength on paper is not enough to stop even a single charge from them," Kerwin sighed helplessly and complained.

Just as Isolte was about to say something, a strong magical fluctuation suddenly came from inside the room.

next second...

Allens stepped out of the portal.

He first glanced around, then placed a full packet of potions on the table and said in a cold, emotionless voice, "These are the latest magic potions! Anyone who takes them will temporarily gain powerful spellcasting abilities, but the consequence is instant death when the effect wears off. I believe that with these, we should be able to build a spellcaster legion that can rival the kingdom."

"Oh? How was it made?" Isolt's eyes lit up slightly.

“I’m sorry, you’re not worthy to know this, given your status and position. Besides, the master hopes you can act quickly, or he will be very disappointed.” Allens made the threat quite direct.

"Hurry up? You mean... we should launch the attack!" Kerwin's expression changed drastically.

It's important to understand that offense and defense are two completely different concepts. Offense is only a smart choice when you have an advantage in all aspects, while defense, even when you are in a completely disadvantaged position, can make up for the gap by using tactical and geographical advantages.

“That’s right! What, are you scared?” Allens glanced at the other party with a cold smile.

Kerwin quickly shook his head: "No! It's not that I'm afraid! It's that I don't have enough strength to launch a full-scale attack on the king. If we take the initiative to attack, we will likely be ambushed, and the enemy will take advantage of the time difference to capture our base and cut off our fragile supply lines."

"Hmph! Don't overthink it. Your master will provide you with sufficient troops. At the latest, on the two planets, at least 20,000 fully armed alchemical golems will join your army. With them, you won't have to worry too much even if you face a charge of heavily armored cavalry. Alright, that's enough about the discussion on launching an offensive. What you need to do is not discuss feasibility, but implement it without compromise. Don't try to guess your master's thoughts; his vision is farther than all of you combined."

After uttering these words, which were full of warning, Allens once again used teleportation magic and disappeared from the spot.

After watching his lingering image completely disappear, Kerwin slammed his fist on the table and muttered a curse, "Damn it! Who does he think he is? Just the son of a lucky merchant! And now he's putting on such an arrogant act!"

“Calm down! Although Allens comes from humble beginnings, he is now the only assistant the master has left by his side. He is superior to you and me in both strength and status. Don’t try to provoke him for now. What we need to do is prove ourselves and further improve our position in the master’s eyes. Only in this way will we have a chance to replace him,” Isolt advised, stroking his sparse beard.

“I’m not an idiot! I’m just a little angry! But you’re right, we have to find a way to bring him down, at least to the same level as us, otherwise we’ll be in a very passive position in the future.” Kerwin’s eyes flashed with a chilling light.

No one in power likes to have someone shit on their head!

No tyrant would allow an uncontrollable target like Allens to appear and leave at will.

"Perhaps we can consider forming a secret alliance."

"I'll join! I'm willing to pay any price to bring him down."

"In that case, our alliance is established."

……

As Kerwin and Isolde clasped each other's right hands, they had no idea that Zhang Cheng, far inside the tower, was watching their every move through a long-range observation spell, and even teased them, "Wow! Allens, you don't seem very likeable, do you?"

“They are nothing but two dogs that fawn over you for more food! I am your most loyal assistant,” the young man replied, his face ashen.

"Hahaha! What a vivid and apt metaphor. But becoming my assistant won't be easy; you're far from meeting my standards. Also, don't forget that even dogs are my dogs. Don't put on that arrogant face next time without my permission. Remember, true strength lies in humility, constantly learning from those around you, even your enemies."

"Understood! I will do my best to meet your expectations. If there's nothing else, please allow me to take my leave."

"Go ahead, I look forward to your future performance."

After a brief exchange, Allens quickly turned and left for the library.

Kerwin and Isolde's attitude made him realize that his position was not as secure as he had imagined, and he had to quickly improve his strength to the point where his competitors could not catch up.

Chapter 1058 Home Planet (Part 1)

Magical golems, also known as constructs, are mechanical life forms created using magical power.

Generally speaking, most spellcasters prefer to use relatively sturdy and indestructible materials such as stone and metal to create huge and destructive guardians to protect their homes and wealth from external enemies.

The most powerful constructs are also known as golems. Each golem possesses considerable magic resistance and immunity and is specifically designed to deal with opponents who are also spellcasters.

In order to give Kerwin enough power to launch an offensive, Zhang Cheng personally built a powerful and elite steel puppet army.

When these enormous, silver-gray creatures, each four meters tall and with arms laden with various killing tools, emerged from the deep forest and appeared outside the city walls, the entire city was plunged into panic and uproar.

The panic was felt by the already terrified civilians, who could hardly believe what kind of terrifying monster the tyrant riding on their heads had made a deal with to acquire such a fearsome, even despair-inducing, steel army.

Those who were excited and their blood was boiling were naturally Kerwin and his loyal vassals.

Twenty thousand magical puppets made of fine steel, a group of iron-blooded soldiers who are completely unafraid of death and do not experience fear. Most importantly, they are invulnerable to blades and bullets, and ordinary weapons can hardly harm them.

Even those who are not particularly sensitive to military matters realize that there is probably no country in the world whose elite army can compare with this steel army.