Spellcasting Gods

As a spellcaster, this was the first time he had ever realized that such a seemingly simple life contained so much complex information.

Many of the technical terms were so difficult to understand that even with magic, some words had to be read dozens of times before one could barely grasp their meaning.

But Allens was not discouraged; instead, he became unusually excited.

Because he felt that such obscure and difficult knowledge was in line with the seemingly sophisticated technology of creating life, he was completely unaware that he had unknowingly become a guinea pig...

Chapter 1094 Dialogue between Monarchs

Just as adventurers arrived at the entrance to the ruins in droves, outwitting and outmaneuvering the disguised skinning monsters, far away in the capital of the Principality of Pok, Vilia sat in the hall of the castle palace, looking down at the old man kneeling before her, along with his wife and four heirs.

Without a doubt, this man was none other than Archduke Sith II, who had just experienced a horrific tragedy.

Because he hadn't been on the battlefield himself, he still didn't understand how the entire army he sent out had been wiped out, with not even a single messenger managing to escape.

Of course, there's no point in discussing these things right now. His only hope is that the other party will be merciful and not cruelly execute his family. He doesn't care about anything else, whether it's confiscating their property or exiling them to a remote island overseas to spend the rest of their lives.

As long as you live, there is hope. As long as you live, you can pass on your family and noble bloodline, and even restore your country someday in the future.

"Your Excellency, if I remember correctly, you were given a chance to surrender before the war began, but you did not cherish it. Tell me, do you regret it now?" Vilia adjusted her magnificent queenly gown while looking up into the other man's eyes, trying to find a trace of resentment and bitterness.

Unfortunately, Sith II showed not a trace of hostility. Instead, he prostrated himself in a deep bow and replied with a wry smile, "I apologize, Your Majesty, but my arrogance and foolishness led me to commit an unforgivable error. In return, I relinquish my lands and titles and bestow upon you the title of Grand Duke. From this day forward, you and your descendants are the rightful rulers of this country. As a loser, I have only one small request: please spare my family."

"And what about yourself?" Vilia asked with great interest.

“Me?” Grand Duke Sith II sighed helplessly. “I’m afraid I can’t escape this calamity. After all, before the war broke out, you announced that you only gave me two choices: unconditional surrender or death. Since I chose the latter, I naturally have to take responsibility for my choice. Moreover, you need to prove to the world that you are a monarch who keeps his word. Only in this way can you win everyone’s respect and fear.”

Hearing this, Vilia finally couldn't help but smile: "It seems you are much smarter than the rumors suggest, and more adept at finding your place in complex environments. The Duchy's current status is almost 50% due to your efforts. Unfortunately, you made a fatal mistake: you inadvertently became my enemy. While I would personally be willing to spare your life, as you said, sometimes a monarch shouldn't let personal feelings interfere with military and political affairs. Therefore, you must die, and you will be executed publicly, to prove that I am a queen of my word. Only in this way will potential enemies be afraid and dare not easily disregard my words. However, I will not kill your family and relatives; instead, I will give them a ship to leave their homeland."

Having obtained the desired result, Grand Duke Sith II immediately bowed again: "Thank you very much! Although you are still very young, almost younger than my daughter, I have already sensed all the qualities of a wise monarch in you. However, please be careful, the various countries that exist on this continent will never want an unrivaled overlord to emerge, and they will definitely collude in secret to attack you and your country."

"Heh, let them come then. I will prove with my actions that in the face of absolute power, all schemes and tricks will vanish as quickly as fog under the sun." Vilia pursed her lips, her tone full of amusement.

To outsiders, this might appear as confidence, a display of being well-prepared.

But only she understood that she was nothing more than a puppet placed on the front stage, a marionette, an agent.

Those who want to defeat her have no idea how terrifying their true enemy is—terrifying enough to rival, or even surpass, a god.

……

As the brief conversation between the victors and vanquished came to an end, Sith II's family was immediately put on a ship, while he himself was placed under house arrest, and the date of his execution was announced to the public.

Without any attempt at concealment, Vilia wanted to use a bloody human head to prove to all the surrounding covetous nations that he was a formidable enemy.

Only in this way could she have enough time to integrate the internal affairs and eliminate those potentially huge hidden dangers.

As the saying goes, war is the perfect means of shifting contradictions. As long as victory can be guaranteed, one can gain unimaginable personal prestige and popular support, thereby promoting a series of reforms or completing the centralization of power.

Clearly, compared to Kerwin, who possessed tyrannical traits, Vilia was a relatively benevolent ruler who did not favor using violence to achieve his goals.

If she hadn't been unable to disobey her master's orders, she would never have led her country down the path of external expansion.

Looking at the mountain of urgent documents on the table that needed immediate attention, Vilia couldn't help but rub her forehead and complain, "My God! When will this ever be finished? I feel like if this keeps up, I'll be worked to death in a few years at most."

"Hahaha! My dear, I think you should start cultivating some trusted subordinates to help with official duties. The responsibility and virtue of a monarch is never to do everything personally, but to select those who are both loyal and capable to assist in governing the country," Isolte, who had been arranging when to enter the room, suggested with a hearty laugh.

The old man, who had just emerged from the Magic Tower Library, radiated intense energy fluctuations, appearing as dazzling as the sun to those in the know.

His power is such that even ordinary people can sense a portion of it.

"What is this...?" Vilia, who clearly also had some magical talent, stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

"Ah! I recently visited a temple filled with knowledge and learned new magical knowledge." Isolt's aged face was filled with a happy and joyful smile.

Although he had only read less than one ten-thousandth of the library's collection this time, he felt that he still surpassed ninety-nine percent of the spellcasters on this continent. If he were given another chance, he might even be able to glimpse the secrets of death and thus greatly extend his lifespan with the help of magic.

Chapter 1095 Growth

“Congratulations! It seems you’ve gotten what you wanted, haven’t you?” Vilia casually stamped a piece of paper and tossed it to the maid beside her.

Although she was still quite inexperienced as the supreme ruler of a country, she was gradually beginning to show the aura of a monarch.

Especially after completely conquering and annexing a neighboring country, people around her developed a certain awe for her, instead of the previous situation where they outwardly obeyed but inwardly held a kind of inexplicable contempt, thinking that a young princess had no prestige and no ability to manage a crumbling country.

Isolte undoubtedly noticed this as well, and immediately composed herself, placing one hand on her chest and bowing slightly: "Yes, Your Majesty. But I also want to congratulate you on completing the first stage of your goal. I believe your master will be very pleased to hear this news. Perhaps your status in his eyes will rise significantly, even surpassing Kerwin's."

"Are you being sarcastic? Perhaps we all have a status that ordinary people envy or even revere, but in reality, we are nothing more than servants of our master. In his eyes, you and I are probably no different from insects that he could crush with one foot when we were following him."

As he said this, a self-deprecating expression appeared on Vilia's face.

Undoubtedly, she has a very clear understanding of her current situation, knows what the truth is hidden behind countless illusions, and is not complacent because of a small victory.

In some respects, she was clearly much stronger than Kerwin in terms of self-control.

“Hahaha! I’m so glad you understand. But don’t be discouraged. At least our master is generous. He will reward us servants handsomely. Look at me, and then look at Allens. You’ll find that he has no interest in worldly wealth, power, or strength. But for us, these things are incredibly precious, even worth risking our lives for.” Isolt laughed as he spoke his truest thoughts.

life?

For an elderly person, who knows very well that they don't have much time left to live, using their remaining lifespan as a gamble to obtain a way to extend their life or even escape death is a sure-fire way to make money.

But Vilia is the exact opposite.

She still had a beautiful youth and a noble princess status. If she hadn't been driven to desperation, she wouldn't have chosen to become an agent, bringing slaughter, destruction, and chaos to the world.

“You’re right! The master is indeed generous, I never deny that, but you can’t ignore his power and danger. I’m not even sure what’s hidden beneath his appearance that’s so similar to ours.”

As Vilia spoke, she stood up from her jewel-encrusted chair and walked onto the balcony, looking down at the most prosperous city in the principality.

Although her army had essentially taken control of the country, for some reason, a strong sense of unease lingered in her heart like a dark cloud.

"Suppress your curiosity and don't try to pry into any of the master's secrets. It won't do you or me any good. Remember, the reason the master needs you isn't because of your status, position, beauty, or anything else, but because he hates trouble and doesn't want to waste too much time and energy on such trivial matters. If one day you do something you shouldn't, then remember Kerwin's fate. As pawns, none of us are irreplaceable," Isolde warned meaningfully.

He was young once too, and he knows that young people can be foolish at times, influenced by so-called sense of justice, responsibility, and morality, and ultimately do things that are detrimental to themselves in a moment of impulse.

But as they grow older, these young people will one day realize that there is no such thing as justice in the world, and that nothing is driven by self-interest.

Those seemingly righteous actions invariably conceal a great deal of dirty dealings behind them.

As the saying goes, interests generate motives, motives generate ideas, ideas generate actions, and actions lead to conflicts of interest, thus forming an endless cycle.

Almost every action taken by everyone revolves around self-interest.

Vilia wasn't a fool; she knew the old man wasn't joking, so she quickly nodded slightly. "Of course! I wouldn't be foolish enough to cross the line. Alright, let's not talk about these unpleasant things. Let's discuss what to do next. Here, these are diplomatic letters from surrounding countries in the last few days, including three love letters and marriage invitations. What do you think I should do?"

After saying that, she threw several opened letters on the table, her tone full of mockery.

As a young and beautiful woman, and a queen with great power, she naturally understood the purpose of these love letters and marriage invitations.

On the one hand, those monarchs hoped to use this method to test the kingdom's attitude and next move, so as to make corresponding preparations.

On the other hand, they also coveted her beauty and the powerful weapon, hoping to use this method to plant spies and steal the detailed manufacturing methods.

Isolt took it, glanced at it briefly, then casually lit it and threw it off the balcony: "They're scared! But they should be scared! Ignore them and just keep doing what you're supposed to do. These guys who are used to playing tricks will never understand that under the master's great power, petty tricks can't change the big picture."

"Oh? You mean..." Vilia seemed to realize something, a hint of joy flashing in her eyes.

“You guessed right! My master sent me with a new army, an army you can never imagine. With them, no threat is a problem.” As he spoke, Isolt took out a scroll and activated the magic stored inside.

next second!

A giant portal suddenly opened!

On the other side of the door was a space completely dark, and in the deepest part of the space, humanoid creatures shimmering with a silvery light were densely packed together.

They appeared to be intangible, yet they wielded magical weapons that exuded immense power even from a great distance.

Vilia cautiously approached the portal, pointed to the one at the front, and asked, "Is this an army of ghosts?"

“Ghosts? No! No! No!” Isolt shook her head with a smile. “They are special life forms created from souls and death, beings that exist between physical and spiritual entities, and can freely transform between the two forms. Do you know what that means? It means that ordinary weapons cannot inflict even the slightest damage on them. My Queen, you now possess an army that is virtually indestructible.”

Chapter 1096 Evidence

Just as Vilia was overjoyed by the sudden arrival of this large army, deep in the dense forest, Zhang Cheng was sitting at a table facing Gru, who had come from afar.

The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive because no one spoke.

Several minutes passed before Gru, who resembled a beetle, finally sighed softly and asked in a slightly weary voice, "When do you plan to leave this planet and go where you belong?"

"Where should I go?" Zhang Cheng asked casually.

“You should understand what I mean. Given the current chaotic and complex situation, you'd better stay in a relatively safe place rather than act alone. You should know that your location has been discovered by many Overlords, and no one knows what dangerous things they might do.” Gru’s tone carried a strong warning.

Unfortunately, Zhang Cheng was clearly uninterested in the suggestion, shaking his head with a sneer: "Danger? Do you think I can guarantee my safety just by leaving this planet? No! In terms of the relationship between motivation and behavior, as long as the motivation doesn't disappear, the danger will always exist. I'm never afraid of hardship, and I will never choose to submit. I will stay to continue the experiment and our little game. Unless it's Death General, nothing can stop me from doing what I want."

"Alright, it seems you're more stubborn than I thought. But don't forget, you're still very weak right now. If you're attacked unexpectedly, it's best to turn around and run away immediately, rather than fight a powerful opponent to the death."

After saying this, Gru stood up and left.

Because he understood that the ruler was the one who stood at the pinnacle of life evolution in this universe, so no one would think that they were wrong and that others were right.

On the contrary, they often believe that they are absolutely right and others are absolutely wrong.

Therefore, the chances of successfully persuading a ruler to abandon their original plans are practically zero.

Gru didn't want to waste time. Rather than wasting time here, he would rather start elsewhere, minimize the risks, and ensure that his side's advantage was not lost.

Feeling the powerful force belonging to the other party vanish from the three-dimensional universe, Zhang Cheng pursed his lips and muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear, "Escape? That's not my style. Besides, I have a trump card that no one knows about. A trump card that can intimidate everyone..."

The words had barely left his mouth!

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, followed by Allens' excited voice coming through the crack: "Master! I've caught Kerwin betraying you!"

"Oh? Come in, tell me what evidence you found," Zhang Cheng replied casually.

To be honest, he wasn't very interested in the infighting among his subordinates; he just watched it like a monkey show.

After all, one of the core essences of intelligent life is competition. Through fierce and brutal competition, the weak are eliminated, and those with stronger adaptability continue to evolve towards higher levels.

If a race eliminates competition internally, or even provides the weak with abundant welfare to ensure their survival and reproduction, it will not be long before the race falls into endless chaos, or even regresses, due to violating the most basic laws of life.

“Look! These are letters he’s been secretly exchanging with high-ranking officials in several neighboring countries. They seem to be plotting to take down another agent you’re supporting.” As he spoke, Allens pulled a thick stack of letters from his pocket.

It goes without saying that he stole these letters from the other party using magic.

He went to great lengths to make Kerwin pay a heavy price, determined to eliminate this detestable enemy once and for all.

"Hehe, is that all?" Zhang Cheng took it, glanced at it briefly, and casually tossed it aside.

"Isn't this enough?" Allens frowned subconsciously, his tone revealing doubt and confusion.

In his eyes, such behavior of secretly contacting other forces behind the master's back, or even forming alliances, was undoubtedly a complete betrayal and should be immediately arrested and executed.