Spellcasting Gods

When he said these words, Vilia did not hide the fact that he had personally promoted several of his trusted confidants from the bottom, including Taser.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to become your sword, or the fiercest hound, to eliminate all enemies in your path." The old general bowed deeply.

Hearing the Queen he served utter extremely sensitive words like "centralization" and "reform," he felt his aging heart suddenly begin to beat strongly again, as if he had returned to his youth, his mind filled with dreams of achieving great things and becoming a hero admired by all.

“Excellent! I look forward to your performance. Now it’s time for the executioners to begin, or my people will grow impatient.”

After saying that, Vilia took off one of her lace gloves and waved it at the burly man who was shirtless and had a black hood over his head.

The latter understood and bowed, then raised his sharp executioner's axe without saying a word, and with two quick snaps, severed the head of the ringleader.

The crimson blood spurted out several meters away, causing the onlookers to scream incoherently, and some timid women even fainted from fright.

"Damn it! This vicious woman! How dare she treat us like this!" A middle-aged man shrouded in a gray cloak couldn't help but mutter a curse.

It goes without saying that he must be a nobleman, and with a high rank at that.

Another person beside him chuckled bitterly and said self-deprecatingly, “Haven’t you noticed yet? The reason the nobles are above the law isn’t because of our noble blood, but because we control vast amounts of land and people. Land means food production, and people mean ample manpower. In the past, the royal family controlled a quarter of the army in the entire kingdom, we controlled two-quarters, and the last quarter belonged to the merchants and free citizens. In a sense, the nobles, who controlled half the land and population, were the true masters of this country. Even the royal family had to join forces with us to rule. But now, the new queen no longer relies on the traditional army. She has enough power to maintain her rule and suppress rebellions, so we will naturally lose our former status.”

“He’s right! Unless you can find a way to defeat Vilia’s army, we have no ability to resist.” The short man leaning against the wall in the corner chimed in.

"So... our decline is inevitable?" The middle-aged man who spoke first raised his head, revealing a face twisted with anger.

"What else? You've seen the consequences of launching a rebellion. This time, we won't have the chance to gain forgiveness by paying atonement. Times have changed, my friend. Either adapt and change with the times, or be swallowed up by this torrent and disappear into the river of history. Adaptability is the best way for a family to survive. What's more, we currently have a major advantage: we possess knowledge and the methods to cultivate talent. Stop resisting. The sooner you change, the more benefits you'll reap. That's all I have to say. Whether you listen or not is up to you. I certainly won't attend any more of these meaningless gatherings."

After saying that, the short man turned and disappeared into the dark alley, giving the other party no chance to stop him.

Similarly, in the next minute or so, several more people left one after another, unwilling to continue gambled with their own and their families' lives.

It must be said that bloody and cruel killing is always the simplest, most direct, most brutal, and most effective way to end resistance. All so-called courage, integrity, righteousness, ambition, and desire are insignificant in the face of it.

As long as the executioner's blade continues to fall, humanity will soon succumb to its biological instincts and choose to live a life of mere survival, until one day the rulers can no longer wield their blades, and only then will fierce resistance be revived once more...

Chapter 1134 Missionary Work

"What a wonderful prelude, isn't it?"

Listening to the cheers and shouts of the crowd around him, Zhang Cheng's face showed a rare relaxed and happy smile, and even a sense of satisfaction as he personally promoted civilization and the progress of the times.

Of course, these feelings all stem from the fact that he has not completely shed his mortal nature; they are a false deception created by memory.

Moreover, the fate of the planet's natives has already been predetermined. No matter what changes occur, they will eventually become the subjects of chaos. They will not even be able to enter the interstellar age like the civilizations of other planets. Instead, they will evolve through constant killing of each other until one day they reach a certain critical point.

However, this somewhat entertaining behavior still brought Zhang Cheng some pleasure. He even became interested in going into an inconspicuous little tavern, ordering some drinks and food, and sitting in a corner listening to people excitedly discussing the public execution that had just taken place.

As he savored the slightly bitter ale and the rather ordinary roast meat, he suddenly noticed two mysterious figures hiding not far away, arguing in hushed tones.

Out of curiosity, he used his power slightly and immediately heard one of the men speaking rapidly, urging, "My friend, what are you still considering? Join us! As long as you worship the great God of Darkness online and awaken him from his slumber, you can not only gain money, power, and fame, but also go to the kingdom of the gods after death to enjoy a wonderful life."

“But…but that’s the God of Darkness! Just hearing the name sends chills down my spine!” The other man was clearly struggling, his face full of hesitation.

"Idiot! Ruva is the only true God in this world! Look at those false gods worshipped in those temples, and those greedy priests and clergy. Which of them would give believers such great support and protection as our church? Especially that lady, who has never misappropriated a single penny of church property. On the contrary, she donated all her savings so that those poor believers could have a hot meal. Compared to those vain and pleasure-seeking fellows in other churches, she is a saint, a great person who is willing to sacrifice for her faith."

The man waved his arms, his tone filled with fervent longing and adoration.

He will probably never know that the saint he speaks of once unleashed a terrible magical plague into a densely populated city, causing a horrific massacre, simply to complete a commission.

“Okay… alright! I agree to join! But you have to take me to a secret meeting first. I need to see with my own eyes and hear with my own ears.” The latter clenched his fist and made a condition.

“No problem! We have a ceremony in the woods outside the city tonight at midnight, and you can come. Remember, you must come alone, arrive before midnight, and do not bring any lighting equipment,” the man instructed seriously.

"understand!"

"Then let's meet at midnight tonight. May the great god of darkness bless you!"

"See you there!"

……

After a brief conversation, the two left the tavern one after the other and quickly disappeared into a dark alley.

Watching them leave, Zhang Cheng chuckled and muttered to himself, "The Goddess of Darkness? It seems that woman is quite capable, managing to infiltrate the kingdom so quickly and silently. Hero of Darkness, Faith of Darkness, let me see if you can truly make the fragrant flower of darkness bloom."

The words had barely left his mouth!

He tossed down a few gold coins created through alchemy, left the tavern without looking back, and headed towards the place outside the city where the secret meeting was being held.

Although he is the ruler, he can directly transcend time and space and go directly to the moment the event occurred.

However, to add some fun, he still chose to arrive at his destination in the most traditional way, patiently waiting for time to pass by second by second.

As the midnight bells rang in the capital, masked figures emerged from their hiding places and headed toward a massive black rock.

There was no sound!

No one did anything pointless!

They stood there like ghosts, motionless and stunned.

A full quarter of an hour passed before the leader stood up and loudly chanted: "Praise be to you, great god of darkness, Ruva. You are the protector of the night, the only true god in this world. Please hear our prayers and soothe our hearts..."

"Praise be to you! Ruva, God of Darkness!"

May you awaken from your slumber soon!

……

The crowd repeated the pre-recited chants over and over again, and the originally eerie atmosphere gradually became more frenzied.

After all, religion, whether supported by gods or not, is to some extent a form of brainwashing. It gradually makes people lose themselves, their rationality and independent thinking ability, and ultimately entrust everything to "god" so that the god can do it for them.

The herd mentality is particularly evident in religious activities, with some individuals behaving completely differently depending on whether they participate or not.

It goes without saying that these believers in darkness have already hypnotized themselves. If someone were to ask them to commit suicide to prove their faith in God, many would probably do so without hesitation.

The leader was clearly quite satisfied with the current atmosphere, raising his hands and saying loudly, "My dear brothers and sisters! Thank you for once again heeding the call of the Dark God Ruva and offering your pure faith at this special moment. Perhaps some of you have heard the legends about the Dark God, but there are also some new members who do not know much about it. Today, let me tell those who do not know about it the ancient history of the birth of the Dark God."

“Your Excellency, before you begin your story, I would like to ask you to perform an initiation ceremony for a newly joined brother.” The man who had been preaching in the tavern stood up and voluntarily removed the mask from his face.

In fact, everyone present knew each other. Wearing masks was less about concealing their identities and more about adding a sense of mystery and ritual.

In addition, another function is that if discovered, they can scatter and escape, preventing them from being caught in one fell swoop by the patrol teams near the capital.

"Oh? Who is it?" The man called the pastor glanced around.

"it's me."

Another man stepped forward and also removed his mask.

The two stared at each other for about ten seconds before the priest finally spoke, asking, "Tell me, young man, why do you believe in the God of Darkness? And why did you join us?"

Chapter 1135 Secret Meeting

"I...I don't know."

The young man hesitated for a few seconds, but quickly shook his head, looking bewildered.

To be precise, he knew absolutely nothing about what kind of deity Ruva, the god of darkness, was, or what his doctrines were. He simply wanted to find an organization he could rely on to ensure that he would not be bullied.

You have to understand that the capital city is not a place where just anyone can survive.

Especially for lowly residents like him, almost every day they would hear about a young and beautiful girl from their neighbor's house suddenly disappearing, and then weeks or months later, her naked and rotting body would be found in the moat or by the sea.

In addition, numerous criminal gangs have emerged that traffic people and force children into pickpocketing.

Without joining a powerful enough organization, it's impossible to survive on your own.

Law has always been a tool used by the ruling class to maintain its own interests.

Therefore, as long as there is no direct threat to the interests of the ruling class, they will not seriously enforce the established laws, nor will they waste a lot of time, money and energy to care about how many people from the lower classes go missing every day, or how many people are threatened and oppressed by thugs.

Only when something causes widespread chaos and riots will these guys start to take it seriously, using the guise of "justice" and "upholding the dignity of the law" to quell public anger through political intervention.

Anyone who has had even the slightest contact with those greedy and insatiable bureaucrats will deeply understand a cruel truth: the vast majority of nobles are untrustworthy, and they simply do not care about the lives of commoners.

The pastor in charge of missionary work was clearly well aware of the plight of the city's lower class. He raised his arm and patted the man's shoulder reassuringly, "No need to say more, I understand. Don't worry, we are different from those churches that serve false gods. We won't force any brother or sister to do anything they don't want to do, nor will we rank people based on the amount of their donations. Ruva is a true God. He doesn't care about worldly power and wealth, only about the sincerity of your faith. Come, young man, tell me what kind of help you need."

"You...you're willing to help me? Help a complete stranger for free?" The young man's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

“Stranger? No, from the moment you offered your faith, we were no longer strangers, but children of the great god of darkness.”

The pastor, like a patient and persuasive elder, broke down the other person's psychological defenses with just a few words.

No empty rhetoric...

It also didn't use much inflammatory language...

But he inspires a desire to confide in someone and to become a close friend.

Without a doubt, this is the perfect missionary, a pastor who can both spread faith through divine intervention and earn the respect of mortals.

Standing in the woods, Zhang Cheng silently observed this small, secret gathering, especially the faint divine power emanating from the priest. He pursed his lips and revealed a playful smile: "Interesting! Even before awakening, he has already begun to unconsciously bestow divine magic? I hope this God of Darkness won't disappoint me too much. He is an indispensable and important figure in my future plans."

The words had barely left his mouth!

The sound of horses' hooves suddenly broke the silence of midnight.

"Damn it! It's the royal night patrol cavalry!"

A masked woman suddenly stood up, staring nervously at the long, brighter serpent of torches that was approaching from afar.

Although there were only about twenty lights, no one took it lightly.

For these unarmed, almost unarmed ordinary people, light cavalry was like the Grim Reaper's scythe. They couldn't escape even if they wanted to, and could only watch helplessly as the sharp sabers flashed by before they fell to their deaths in pools of blood.

"Shh! Be quiet! There's no light here, they shouldn't find us." The priest calmly raised his hand, signaling everyone to remain calm and quiet.

Unfortunately, wishes are always beautiful, but reality is always cruel.

Before long, the cavalrymen covered a distance of several hundred meters and headed straight for the grove.

It's quite obvious that they probably received some prior intelligence to capture or destroy this small church hidden in the capital.

Just as the priest was about to use his trump card, to completely seal off the area with magic darkness invisible to the naked eye, a blinding bolt of lightning suddenly struck down from the sky, directly hitting the unlucky guy at the front.

Unsurprisingly, he was electrocuted and turned into a charred corpse on the spot.

This is not finished!

The electric snakes, flashing with blinding white light, seemed to be alive, constantly leaping between the bodies of one ranger after another, killing both man and horse each time. In just a few seconds, more than half of the twenty-odd rangers had fallen.

Those behind them quickly turned their horses around to avoid the leaping white lightning, shouting at the top of their lungs, "Oh no! Spellcasters! One of them is a powerful spellcaster! Retreat! Retreat now! Get the captain here!"

Unfortunately, while he was shouting, four or five more of his companions died on the spot.