Spellcasting Gods

As for the rest, they turned and ran without saying a word, even faster than when they came, completely disregarding whether such high-speed running would cause their warhorses to die of exhaustion.

Watching the rangers who arrived so suddenly and left even more abruptly, the priest's eyes gleamed with the same light. After a long while, he turned around and tentatively approached the pitch-black forest, saying, "Unknown sir, thank you for extending a helping hand at a critical moment, saving me and these children of the Dark God. If you don't mind, could you come out and meet us so we can express our gratitude?"

"No, no need. I prefer to maintain an air of mystery. Continue with what you need to do. I have other matters to attend to, so I won't disturb you any longer. Finally, I wish you all the best in awakening the God of Darkness, Ruva, soon."

After saying this meaningful sentence, Zhang Cheng immediately used teleportation magic and disappeared from the spot.

Feeling the cool night breeze gently brush against his cheeks, the priest quickly realized that the stranger who had helped him was gone. He sighed with a wry smile and murmured to himself in a voice only he could hear, "Great God of Darkness, is this your reward for my piety? Or is it merely the arrangement of fate? Whatever happens, I will steadfastly walk the path of faith until you descend upon this world."

“Your Excellency, what was that just now…” A believer finally snapped out of his shock and couldn’t help but ask.

"Don't ask! I don't know! Maybe it's friends from the church, or maybe it's divine intervention. In any case, we escaped danger safely. And judging from the cavalrymen's reaction, someone must have discovered this gathering place. Next time, we should find a different location..."

Chapter 1136 Provoking Conflict

"Master, you're back."

As soon as Zhang Cheng returned to the magic tower, Allens appeared immediately and bowed deeply.

Over time, Chaos has completely transformed him, both in soul and body.

Whether it was his skin shimmering with a dim, eerie light or his two strange, swirling pupils, everything about him proved that he was no longer a native of this planet, but an extremely cold-blooded, cruel, bloodthirsty, and tyrannical madman.

The dog's current humility and obedience are merely a restraint in front of its master; once the master leaves, the dog will revert to its old ways and continue its inhumane experiments.

Of course, none of these are the most ironic.

Ironically, while conducting those inhuman experiments, he was unaware that he himself was already a pitiful experimental subject, no different from those who lay in glass containers groaning in pain.

"Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on that woman? How's it going? Did you find anything interesting?" Zhang Cheng glanced at the other person casually, a hint of curiosity flashing across his face.

The changes that have occurred in this young man are part of his attempt to transform life on the entire planet.

Whether you succeed or fail, you can draw plenty of inspiration from it.

After all, chaos symbolizes disorder and the possibility of sudden changes at any moment. Therefore, a lot of trial and error is needed to gain experience and control the disorderly changes within a certain range.

In particular, the thriving Chaos Tree has begun to permanently alter the environment, fundamentally impacting the vast ecosystem.

Some mutations in plants and animals are happening quietly, and before long, some unprecedented new life will be born.

These new lives will spread like a virus, causing irreversible damage.

Allens clearly hadn't realized that he was no longer the person he used to be, but had unknowingly become someone else. He hurriedly reported, "That woman personally established a church and, by inciting the discontent and hatred of the lower classes towards the ruling class, quickly established secret strongholds in many cities. According to my estimate, in just a few months, she has developed at least hundreds of thousands of believers. Some of them are even armed, enough to launch a large-scale riot."

"So what's the plan? Has she made any big moves?" Zhang Cheng returned to his seat, resting his chin on his hand as he asked.

For a newly established religion, hundreds of thousands of believers is already a considerable fortune.

If used properly, contributing a small principality would be more than enough to establish a theocratic state.

Allens shook his head and replied, "No. She very strangely chose to remain silent, and even though several of her secret meeting places were destroyed, she did not take any retaliatory action. Master, I find this very strange, and it is not in line with her usual personality and behavior at all."

"Oh? She actually chose to endure! I must say, this really surprises me, and it also means that she has begun to look at the problem from a higher level. However, endurance is not the result I expect. Go and do something for me, let her church clash with secular forces, and incidentally create some conflict to turn her relationship with Kerwin into hostility." Zhang Cheng issued several orders in one breath.

"You mean...make her Kerwin's enemy?" Allens asked, somewhat uncertainly.

Because he didn't understand what his master was planning, or what the deeper meaning was behind those seemingly chaotic and arbitrary arrangements.

"Enemies? No, no, no. As a dark hero, I need her to be an enemy of all the nations on this continent. Kerwin is merely the first stumbling block in her path." Zhang Cheng stated bluntly his intention to abandon his first agent.

Kerwin's vision is too narrow, and he has too many petty schemes; there is no need for him to stay any longer.

When dealing with guys who don't understand their place, he always squeezes out every last bit of value from them and then uses it as a test for those who come after them.

Religion and faith can never be forged in a peaceful environment.

To be precise, all faiths must be baptized with blood, slaughter, and death. Only in this way can they be refined into the purest and most selfless fanatical worship, free from any ulterior motives.

These beliefs will nourish the awakening of the Dark God Ruva, and will reshape his consciousness and soul from the inside out.

"Understood! I'll arrange it immediately."

Without saying a word, Allens bowed and then excitedly cast a teleportation spell, disappearing from the spot.

……

About a few hours later, in almost every region where the Church of the Dark God was secretly operating, the local rulers received an anonymous letter. The letter used alarmist language to describe a cult lurking in the shadows and plotting evil deeds. It stated that the cult had seriously threatened the stability of social order and that if it was not eradicated as soon as possible, it would inevitably lead to disastrous consequences.

In the next three to five days, a large number of secret meeting strongholds were wiped out, and the priests who had been painstakingly trained were slaughtered one after another.

In an instant, the previously promising situation seemed to plummet from heaven to hell.

Looking at the pile of letters pleading for help on the table, the woman sat in her chair with a gloomy expression, exuding a terrifying aura.

It was obvious that she was enraged, and the madness that had been suppressed by reason deep inside her was beginning to take over.

After about two or three minutes, she suddenly stood up, went straight to the stables in the backyard, mounted one of the strong stallions, and galloped off in the direction of the city hall without saying a word.

No matter what dared to block her path, she would draw her holy sword without hesitation and cleave it in two.

Clearly, this rampant destruction and killing quickly attracted a large number of guards, some of whom even carried spears specifically designed to deal with horses.

Before they could even make a move, the holy sword's terrifying power drained all their life force, turning them into withered corpses, like mummies that had been stored for thousands of years.

"Damn it! Stop her! Stop her now! At all costs!"

The officer in charge of guarding the city hall shouted at the top of his lungs and personally led the way, blocking the only way.

He knew that if the enemy broke through the defenses and entered the city hall, he would probably lose his head.

After all, nobles don't care how powerful their enemies are; they only know that their lives are threatened, and they will definitely drag the person responsible out and make an example of them...

Chapter 1137 Anonymous Letter (Part 1)

"Your Majesty!"

The woman who rushed up did not choose to kill the officer. Instead, she reined in her horse in a way that almost defied the laws of physics and looked down at him from her superior position.

Her eyes were so terrifying that the officer knelt down, trembling, after only a second of eye contact, feeling as if his body was completely out of his control.

"Take me to see the ruler of this city!"

The woman clearly had no intention of wasting time and gave the order directly in a commanding tone.

Although the officer was struggling internally, trying to refuse this unreasonable demand, for some reason he subconsciously nodded and responded very humbly, "Please come with me, the sir is handling state affairs in the room inside."

As they spoke, the two, who should have been enemies, stepped one after the other, over the withered corpses scattered on the ground, through the main gate, and disappeared at the end of the quiet corridor.

Such a bizarre scene caused not only the onlookers on both sides of the road to show expressions of extreme fear, but even the guards who had miraculously survived.

Outsiders may not know what kind of person the officer was, but the guards knew very well.

As a veteran who had fought alongside Kerwin from their hometown, he was highly trusted; otherwise, he would not have been entrusted with such an important task as guarding a city's town hall. Theoretically, unless the tyrant was killed, he would never choose to betray him, even if it meant his death.

Because once you betray someone, not only will all your generous treatment and rewards be confiscated, but your relatives and friends will also be implicated.

Yet this guy, who should never betray anyone, actually submitted without hesitation to a woman he'd never met before. Anyone with a brain would find that strange.

Spell!

This was the first thought that popped into their minds after the initial shock.

Perhaps only magic, shrouded in mystery and said to be capable of anything, can control and change a person's thoughts and beliefs.

Thinking of all this, the guards who had survived by sheer luck couldn't help but shudder and immediately turned and ran without saying a word.

At this moment, no duty, no courage, no punishment can compare to the fear brought by the unknown.

Upon returning home, they immediately took their belongings and relatives and fled, fleeing far away from the city where something major was likely to happen.

……

Meanwhile, the woman, led by the officer, soon arrived at a room piled high with all sorts of letters and papers.

Several clerks dressed in formal attire or robes were busy copying and approving documents, handling various complex and tedious tax and fiscal expenditures.

Because of the excellent sound insulation, they were unaware of what had just happened outside.

Especially the old man with a short mustache sitting in the main seat, who exuded an aura of authority and competence, was the actual ruler of the city, the mayor and honorary lord personally appointed by Kerwin.

He was clearly unaware of the impending danger, and without even looking up, asked, "Does anyone want to see me?"

"..."

The officer kept his head down and remained silent.

It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but rather that the words seemed to be stuck in his throat, making it impossible for him to say them.

The woman didn't even glance at the officer. She took two steps forward and asked in a seductive voice, "Tell me, where did you get accurate information about the Dark Church?"

"Huh?" The old man suddenly jolted awake, looking up at the strange woman who had suddenly appeared before him, his brows furrowing instinctively. "Who are you? Why are you in my office?"

"Oh? It can actually resist my suggestion magic!"

The woman raised her eyebrows in surprise, but then grabbed the man's collar and, with the powerful physical strength granted by the Holy Sword, forcefully pulled the adult man, who weighed over seventy kilograms, off the chair and slammed him to the ground with a thud.

"Speak! Who gave you information about the Dark Church?!"

"Damn it! How dare you?! Guards! Arrest this madman!" The old man was clearly enraged, his face flushed red, and he shouted at the top of his lungs.

Unfortunately, several minutes later, apart from the officers who stood motionless, not a single guard appeared.

Even the most foolish person would realize at this moment that the city hall had fallen, and the guards on duty outside had either been killed, escaped, or defected.

Thinking of this, his face immediately turned gloomy: "Who are you? The leader of the Dark Church? I warn you, you'd better not do anything rash, or His Majesty Kerwin will not let you off the hook."

“Kerwin? Your Majesty? Hahahaha!” The woman laughed, raising the corners of her mouth, and said sarcastically, “Idiot! You have no idea that he is just a pawn thrown to the forefront by some powerful being, right? A puppet who has nothing without the support of his master has no right to be a king. Alright, stop with your boring intimidation and tell me what I want to know.”

"No! Absolutely not! Come on! Kill me! His Majesty will avenge me!" The old man proudly raised his chin, showing no intention of backing down in the slightest.

Of course, this is not because he doesn't cherish his own life, but because he values ​​the lives of his family even more.

To ensure the loyalty of his subordinates, Kerwin arranged for the families of all important bureaucrats to live in his city. If anyone dared to betray him, their family would be subjected to a brutal massacre.

“Fear! I see fear in your eyes! You're scared! It's okay, even if you don't say it, I can get the information I need from others.”

After saying that, the woman turned around and looked at the trembling clerks: "Now let's play a game. I will ask questions and you will answer them. You will get one point for each question you answer. The person who gets one point can leave here safely. The person who gets two points can not only leave but also receive a reward of one thousand gold coins. The person who gets three points will receive a magic ring that will make you invisible for a short time."

Without a doubt, coercion and enticement are always the simplest and most brutal ways to break down psychological defenses.

Since the clerk's family hadn't been taken away by Kerwin, he naturally wouldn't mind using the intelligence he had to exchange for a large sum of money to escape.

Seeing the anticipation and eagerness on their faces, the woman glanced meaningfully at the old man who was standing there dumbfounded, and then calmly said, "First question! Where did you learn about the Dark Church and the location of our secret meeting?"