Spellcasting Gods

Anyone familiar with the term "spellcaster legion" knows that these fewer than fifty people, when unleashed at full power, can be more destructive than an elite army of ten thousand.

"Hmph! Victory? No! This is not my victory, but my master's. Besides, don't you think it's a bit too early to start celebrating?" Kerwin sneered, his eyes revealing an extremely fierce light.

"Oh? You also noticed those spellcaster legions that have remained completely still!" Isolt raised an eyebrow in surprise.

In his view, this man, who came from an ordinary background but was ambitious, probably didn't have such keen intuition and corresponding knowledge.

Because in the relatively desolate western provinces, there are simply not enough powerful spellcasters to form a legion, and the lords here have rarely seen the spectacular sight of a large number of spellcasters gathered together chanting spells.

Chapter 1063 Seeds

“Perhaps I lack sufficient insight and knowledge, but that doesn’t mean I’m an idiot. The immense power hidden within the spellcaster’s frail body is something no ruler with a modicum of reason would overlook. Tell me, are you confident you can deal with them?” Kerwin asked, narrowing his eyes with a meaningful probing.

This was not only a test of the enemy spellcaster legion's strength, but also a test of whether this ally was worth the effort to win over.

It is important to know that in most countries and relatively wealthy regions of the world, rulers, whether they like it or not, will cultivate or recruit a spellcaster as their advisor and strategist, partly to provide advice and partly to prevent the harm caused by magical power.

This is both a tradition and an art of political compromise, exchanging the loyalty of spellcasters for trust and power.

Although every ruler knows that such loyalty is very limited, and that the other party will disappear immediately if there is even the slightest danger, let alone give their life for their employer.

However, having the power of a spellcaster and not having the power of a spellcaster are two completely different concepts. When faced with a threat of magical power, the former basically has no good solutions, but the latter can deter enemies who are trying to plot and scheme simply by having the name attached to them.

Clearly, Kerwin is currently in a state where he has no spellcaster to pledge allegiance to.

Whether it was Isolt and the others who controlled the Spellcasters' Guild, or the merchant's son who looked down on himself from the bottom of his heart, neither of them were essentially following Zhang Cheng's orders. In fact, their positions were equal, and there was no question of one being subordinate to the other.

But as an ambitious tyrant, he longed for a group of spellcasters who would obey him.

Isolte may not be able to swear allegiance, but that doesn't mean his men and apprentices can't.

The old man, undoubtedly aware of the other party's intentions, responded with a half-smile: "Don't worry, I've already made the necessary arrangements. Faced with the vast knowledge bestowed upon us by our master, the enemy's laughable magic won't even have a chance to be used. If they dare to chant any spells, I guarantee that this will be the last time they utter a sound in their lives."

“That sounds quite interesting. I’ll wait and see.” Kerwin stroked his thick beard, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“This is our responsibility, and also our duty.” Isolt gave a slight, affected bow before returning to the group of spellcasters and winking at his two companions.

The latter quickly led his apprentices to form a circle, gently cutting their fingers and letting the blood drip slowly onto their feet.

In the blink of an eye, a dark red light traced a circular path, continuously carving out one symbol after another that exuded a strong evil aura.

The moment the last symbol was completed, the entire sky darkened instantly, and a pair of eyes seemed to be hidden in the thick black clouds, looking down upon all living beings.

……

"Oh my god! What... what is this? Is it some kind of evil summoning ritual?" The supreme commander of the kingdom's army couldn't help but gasp.

After all, being surrounded by enemies is bad enough. If some evil magical ritual were to be performed, none of them would be able to survive, let alone leave safely through negotiation and paying a ransom.

“Your Excellency! I think you should prepare for the worst! This is an extremely powerful and evil magical ritual! I don’t know its exact effects, but once activated, it will definitely cause astonishing casualties,” an elderly man in a bright red robe warned solemnly.

“A magical ritual? Damn it! These rebels who have lived in the magical desert for years actually managed to find enough spellcasters to form an army?” The middle-aged man, referred to as the Earl, spoke with an air of absurdity and disbelief.

In his eyes, this suppression of the rebellion should just be a fun trip to earn military merits, honors, and prestige. The historically backward western provinces simply don't have the strength to resist the elite troops from the central region of the kingdom.

But now, a nightmare has turned into a cruel reality.

Just as the old man in the bright red robe was about to say something, the black clouds in the sky suddenly emitted a strange red light.

next second...

boom!

Black lightning descended from the sky, striking the center of the kingdom's defensive formation with a loud bang.

More than thirty spellcasters instantly fell into an unparalleled state of frenzy. Some of the enemy began to unleash the most powerful destructive spells they had mastered. The chaos caused in just a few minutes was equivalent to the total casualties caused by the tens of thousands of cavalry chasing them.

Even more terrifying is that when they fall into a frenzy, their affinity for magical energy increases by three to five times, and the power and number of spells they cast are also much greater than usual, so much so that the remaining survivors are completely unable to stop them.

As deafening thunder echoed across the battlefield, a torrent of red rain, as red as blood, blanketed the kingdom's army positions.

Anyone who accidentally gets rainwater in their eyes, nose, or mouth, just like the spellcasters before them, begins to attack their companions like madmen, and some even experience abnormal changes in certain parts of their bodies.

Standing high in the sky, watching the chaotic scene below, Zhang Cheng's lips curled into a slight smile. He murmured to himself in a voice only he could hear, "Feel the power of chaos! It is the origin of the universe! The beginning and end of all matter and energy. Today, I will plant the seed of chaos with your blood and souls, and let it take root and sprout on this planet, eventually growing into a towering tree, a tree that belongs only to me..."

The words had barely left his mouth!

He raised his right hand to resonate with the chaotic power below that had begun to awaken and boil. In no time, crazy thoughts and ideas spread rapidly among mortals.

Nothing can stop this primal, intense urge!

Those individual willpowers that are almost mythical are like sand dams in the face of chaos, collapsing with the slightest ripple.

The soldiers, caught in the chaos, were completely irrational. Some killed their comrades, some tortured and abused themselves, and others lay on the ground tearing apart the corpses, swallowing chunks of bloody flesh and entrails.

There's nothing these people won't do, only things you can't imagine.

The power of chaos was so terrifying that some of Kelvin's men began to be affected, exuding an aura of madness...

Chapter 1064 Trajectory

"Chaos is disorder! It is a fusion of chaos and madness! It is irrational and unpredictable thought and behavior! Now, I will use the lives and souls of these mortals to cultivate the seeds of chaos, until one day they can take root and sprout..."

Accompanied by whispers that only he could hear, Zhang Cheng collected the mad souls of all the dead natives below and infused them into the blood-soaked earth beneath.

Before long, a dark red substance began to slowly gather beneath the surface.

Although very weak, it still caused irreparable damage to this land.

Just look at the trees, vines and weeds that are gradually twisting and changing, and you'll know that the power of chaos has transformed their growth patterns. In just a few months, countless new species will appear here, and it may even gradually evolve into a forbidden zone for civilization.

Chaos represents the opposite of order, while civilization symbolizes order. Only under a certain order can civilization be born and develop.

This bizarre turn of events filled Kerwin with inexplicable panic and fear. Forgetting to enjoy the fruits of victory, he hastily ordered the massacre of the remaining kingdom troops who had lost their will to fight, and then quickly withdrew with the spoils of war.

It must be said that although he himself could not perceive the changes in energy at all, his sixth sense was very sharp. Otherwise, if those ordinary soldiers stayed in this environment for a while, they would probably not be able to resist killing each other, or do some strange things that could not be explained by common sense, and eventually be completely assimilated and become a complete madman.

……

After watching Kerwin lead his men out of the battlefield and back to their rear camp to rest, Zhang Cheng returned alone to the Magic Tower, not bothering to check the data he had collected that day.

Since it was the first time that monsters created by those rules had participated in a large-scale battle, he obtained a great deal of very valuable data.

Through simple analysis, comparison, and summarization, he quickly discovered that among all the monsters he created, the attributes of life and nature were the weakest, not even half as strong as death. Elemental attributes, on the other hand, were the most moderate, neither excessively powerful nor weak, their only characteristic being stability, making them exceptionally easy to manipulate. This might be related to his long experience as a spellcaster.

As for the last and most powerful part, it is naturally death, destruction, and annihilation.

Zhang Cheng could not only easily master any rule with these attributes, but using it would also generate a strange feedback, as if there was a source in the dark encouraging and praising him.

Realizing this, he quickly activated the special communication tool that Gru had given him.

next second...

The other party's semi-circular, insect-like head suddenly appeared out of thin air in the room on the top floor of the tower, in a semi-illusory, semi-solid form.

Gru first glanced around to make sure no one else was present before asking in a somewhat uncertain tone, "Do you need something from me?"

Zhang Cheng nodded without hesitation: "Of course! I'd like to ask you some questions about controlling the power of the Sovereign, as well as about chaos. Is this a convenient time for you?"

“Um… I’m sorry, not now. If you don’t mind, can I come to you in a few days?” Gru hesitated for a moment before finally proposing another solution.

“No problem!” Zhang Cheng immediately agreed, not noticing the hesitation in the other person’s eyes and tone.

"See you in a few days!"

"goodbye!"

As their communication tools were shut down, their semi-physical projections in front of each other collapsed instantly, turning into countless high-energy particles that flickered in the air before slowly fading into darkness.

Staring at the billions of golden specks of light filling the air, Gru breathed a slight sigh of relief and chuckled to himself, "Fortunately, he didn't realize I was spying on his past and his upbringing, or who knows what would have happened."

The words had barely left his mouth!

He casually put away the communicator, disguised himself as a human again, and stepped into a small restaurant. He went to the kitchen as if no one was around and admired the young man in work clothes squatting in front of the sink washing dishes not far away.

To be precise, this young man was Zhang Cheng, who had just been rescued by the witch of lust, Catherine.

Although he still looks as ordinary as ever, he exudes a cold aura that keeps strangers at bay.

No sympathy!

No mercy!

There wasn't even the slightest bit of agreement!

It's as if a barrier has formed around you, completely isolating you from the outside world, and you refuse to integrate from the bottom of your heart.

Without a doubt, this is a rather incredible change.

Gru had observed humans on Earth and understood that they were a contradictory intelligent species that combined social and animalistic traits.

On the one hand, they envy and yearn to abandon their animalistic instincts and deal with problems in a purely rational way. They have desires that they cannot fully control, and whenever their minds are dominated by desires, they often make extremely foolish and incomprehensible mistakes.

On the other hand, they are also bound by social constraints, unable to do what they want completely and thoroughly like real animals, and are firmly bound by something called law and morality.

As members of society, the vast majority of humans must abide by so-called "rules" and "consensus" to ensure that they are not isolated to the point of being unable to survive.

This means that, whether out of animalistic or social reasons, humans cannot choose to live alone, detached from the group.

This is a race that needs to unite and cooperate to survive and thrive. After thousands of years of evolution, some of these traits have been integrated into their genes and passed down from generation to generation.

But now, an outlier has appeared.

He refuses to integrate into society!

They even refuse to integrate into this world!

To see oneself as an independent individual, and to observe everything around one that is both strange and familiar with an extremely indifferent attitude.

Gru felt that perhaps it was this change that ultimately led Zhang Cheng to the path of domination.

To further confirm his suspicions, he changed his disguise every day and every hour, watching Zhang Cheng's every move. He would record even the slightest emotional fluctuations and changes in expression, and then conduct complex analysis and comparisons when he had free time.

As the saying goes, nothing is impossible for a willing heart.

During this almost obsessive surveillance, Gru finally discovered a pattern: when Zhang Cheng came into this world, a very important part of his soul disappeared...

Chapter 1065 The Council of Order

“I see… It’s not just his problem, there’s someone behind the scenes doing this.” Gru muttered to himself, his twelve eyes flashing with the same light.

Although he already knew that the whole thing was actually a conspiracy, a trap meticulously designed by some treacherous and cunning individual to steal the power of the Overlord.