Spellcasting Gods

"What?! What happened?"

"Damn it! It must be those two intruders!"

"Quick! They can't have gone far! Bring those two bastards back to me!"

"Don't just stand there! Use your bodies to melt the ice! With Her Majesty's powerful vitality, she will surely be able to come back to life."

……

As the supreme leader of the entire community, both politically and spiritually, the Queen's importance is self-evident.

Within seconds, the entire hall descended into chaos.

Everyone with the authority to give orders is desperately trying to salvage the situation and ensure that nothing bad happens to the Queen.

It should be noted that she has ruled the underworld for tens of thousands of years, and every Anyat person regards her as their closest mother and their supreme spiritual belief.

If she really dies, then the holy city will instantly fall into chaos again.

No one else was qualified to step forward and become the new queen, to command the entire tribe to continue resisting the invaders.

No one noticed that, amidst the chaos, two inconspicuous figures silently slipped into the crowd and escaped.

Although their appearance and features were clearly different from the Anyat people, and they even covered their faces and bodies with cloaks throughout, the bewildered servants subconsciously ignored this.

When the two managed to use poison to overturn the city gate guards and successfully escape the area covered by the barrier, Luke breathed a sigh of relief. Feeling the heat wave hitting his face, he joked with a smile, "It was much easier than we thought, wasn't it?"

"That's the downside of a highly centralized system! Once the central authority loses its command center, the entire system will instantly become paralyzed," the boy commented incisively.

As he said, while highly centralized power, or even power concentrated in the hands of a single dictator, can certainly achieve 120% efficiency, its drawbacks are also quite obvious.

Once the central authority is controlled or destroyed, other institutions that are accustomed to acting on orders will instantly fall into endless chaos and contradictions.

Chapter 1383 "Little Guy"

"Where do we go next? To the upper level?"

Looking at the passage that had been expanded many times over by the clay lifeform, Luke stroked his chin and asked in a somewhat uncertain tone.

As time has passed, this creature, which was originally created as a tool, has clearly grown a lot, like a giant whale, constantly traversing the world and devouring everything it can digest.

Now, those walls with their exceptionally smooth and hard surfaces can no longer stop its advance.

It's estimated that it won't be long before it surges into the core and completely devours that magical city.

The boy was clearly also very interested in the evolution of clay life. He stroked his chin and hesitated for a moment before answering, "No! No rush! Let's go see how that little guy is doing first."

"Little guy?" Luke's face showed a strange expression. "The little guy you're referring to is not small at all."

"Hahaha! In a father's eyes, a child is always a child, no matter how old they get," the boy replied with a double entendre.

"Father? Even if you created him, you're still a bad father. And I have a feeling this planet will be destroyed by him sooner or later." Luke chuckled and shrugged.

Almost all creators like to regard the life forms they create as their own children, and even give themselves the honorific titles of father or mother.

In reality, however, they rarely fulfill the responsibilities and obligations that a father and mother should fulfill.

There are countless examples, especially of clay life forms, which are created and then left to their own devices.

The only difference is that this clay life form is not a truly complete life form. It has no intelligence, no thinking, and no sense of worry or crisis. It only knows how to keep eating, eating, eating until it has eaten the entire planet dry.

As they passed through, all the tunnels were widened, and even formed huge caverns. Before long, the two caught up with the constantly moving clay life form.

Compared to when it was first born, it has expanded to more than three thousand times its original size, and from a distance it looks like a mountain, a primordial beast from ancient times.

The torso alone reaches an astonishing sixty kilometers!

Moreover, the loose clay on the body's surface has solidified into a reddish-brown, elastic skin, which is covered with moss of various colors.

Rumble rumble rumble...

With each step it took, accompanied by violent wriggling and the vibrations caused by its body squeezing the surrounding soil, it made a loud noise.

Especially in the underground world, these sounds echo and reverberate through the walls.

Sensing the terrifying aura emanating from him, the boy's lips twitched involuntarily, and he muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear, "Damn! This growth rate is a little beyond my expectations."

"What are you going to do with it?" Luke asked with a smug grin.

It is important to know that as the amount of clay, stone, and minerals it devours increases, this behemoth becomes more and more like an elemental form.

As the name suggests, the ultimate evolutionary direction of elemental forms is elemental life.

Earth elementals, in particular, are closely connected to the core of a planet. Unless the entire planet is completely destroyed, nothing can truly kill them, making them one of the most difficult enemies to deal with.

“Perhaps… we can use it for a while in the upcoming battle, and also test what other trump cards the Darrents have that I haven’t seen yet.” The boy grinned, revealing a sinister smile.

After all, even the Darrents would have to pay an extremely heavy price to deal with such a monster in the underworld.

And this is exactly in line with his attempt to destroy the entire Darrent civilization.

"But the problem is, how do you plan to make it act according to your commands? Let me state upfront, I don't want to fight a monster like this on the battlefield." Luke glanced at the colossal creature in the distance with lingering fear.

Due to the influence of the Earth's core force field, spellcasters here cannot even exert one-tenth of their power, let alone those powerful and destructive spells.

Therefore, killing a monster with almost infinite vitality, capable of replenishing its strength by devouring surrounding soil, rocks, and minerals, is essentially a pipe dream.

But the boy clearly had a backup plan, explaining with a smile, "Relax, do you think I'd be foolish enough to let a monster I can't control join the battle? No! I might not be able to make it obey orders 100%, but I can make sure it doesn't attack its own people."

The words had barely left his mouth!

The boy quickly carved the characters from a stone pillar onto the back of his hand, then boldly stood on the path that the clay life must take.

This monster, which was originally reckless and knew nothing about avoiding danger, miraculously stopped less than ten meters away, as if it were checking something.

About two minutes later, it quickly changed direction and continued moving in the other direction.

"How about that? A small symbol can solve all your worries." The boy held up the back of his hand with the symbol engraved on it, a half-smile on his face.

“Well done! Perhaps we should find some time to exchange the parts we’ve deciphered,” Luke suggested meaningfully.

He could sense that the other side's speed and quantity of decoding were significantly superior to his own, so exchanging codes was essential.

The boy nodded without hesitation: "No problem! There's no time like the present, let's do it now. Perfect timing, I also need some time to plan out this gluttonous child's path forward, to ensure he appears on the right battlefield at the right time."

"Why not just send it charging straight into the Darrent expeditionary force's camp? Wouldn't that be a better way to test their true strength?" Luke offered his opinion.

In his view, the most important thing to severely damage the Darrent civilization was to annihilate its manpower as much as possible, so that it could not maintain its huge and cruel plundering rule.

After all, experienced expeditionary forces cannot be recruited from civilians at will. They not only need a long period of study and training, but also need to be tested in actual combat in places with relatively low combat intensity, so that they can gradually develop all their combat experience and awareness.

It is impossible to cultivate a truly qualified expeditionary force by relying solely on illusions created by magic.

Once the foundation of rule collapses, the resources to maintain the home planet will become extremely scarce. Resource scarcity means that it will be impossible to train an army, conduct advanced research, and even daily life may be severely affected.

Over time, this powerful magical civilization will decline from its peak and fall into an abyss of no return.

Like all civilizations, it eventually perished...

Chapter 1384 War Zone

The upper level of the underground world has now become the site of a bloody and brutal tug-of-war between the Darents and the Anyat.

Especially the numerous tunnels, large and small, that stretched in all directions, were like a giant millstone, constantly crushing vibrant lives into blood, bits of flesh, and mutilated corpses.

In this war that seems endless and in which no one can ultimately win, the lowest-ranking soldiers are often just a series of cold numbers. No one cares about their lives or deaths; they are simply sent out every day as a routine matter. As for how many of them come back alive, that depends on their luck.

Compared to the well-equipped Darents, the Anyat suffered significantly greater losses. However, due to their ability to reproduce and multiply rapidly, they not only survived but also maintained a firm grip on the initiative in some areas.

It may seem absurd, but these guys were able to take the initiative not because they killed a lot of their opponents, but because the warriors they sent out every day died on the way to attack. Unlike the Darents, they didn't bring back the fatigue and fear from the fierce fighting every day.

Then the next day, they would send a group of rapidly growing young people to their deaths.

This bizarre scene repeated itself endlessly.

Because young people are the easiest group to brainwash and incite, the Anyat people can maintain high morale as long as what happens on the battlefield never gets back to them.

For them, the death of several generations is no big deal.

As long as Her Majesty the Great Queen continues to rule the entire race deep within the earth, whatever losses are suffered will be slowly made up for after victory.

Interestingly, no one knows that the real queen has been frozen in time, and the holy city has fallen into unprecedented chaos.

……

"Ah! It's the smell of blood! I love it here!" The boy took a deep breath in the passageway filled with Anyat corpses, a look of ecstasy on his face.

"Blood? What excites you isn't blood, but death and the souls that constantly wander in the air," Luke corrected him, following closely behind.

After traversing the lower levels for a long time, they finally reached the battle zone between the two sides. The enormous clay life form was now constantly wandering in the tunnel behind them, devouring the corpses, weapons, and armor that had fallen to the ground.

When this enormous creature, which knows no satisfaction whatsoever, appeared near the battlefield, both the Darents and the Anyates were invariably turned into delicious snacks.

In fact, this was the sixth time in the last two or three days that the two had launched indiscriminate attacks, killing all life in the combat zone.

Perhaps this situation meant nothing to the Anyat people, who were used to total annihilation, but to the Darent people, who regarded every member of the expedition as a precious asset, it was a very clear signal.

Looking at the passageway that had been cleared away in just a few minutes, Luke asked uncertainly, "Do you think we have to do this a few more times before they can't resist taking targeted countermeasures?"

“Hmm…maybe three or four times, maybe seven or eight times, it’s hard to say. You have to understand, the Speaker isn’t someone whose thoughts are easily guessed. Almost every decision he makes surprises many people. But don’t worry, once the casualty figures reach a certain threshold, even he will have to step forward and make a statement.” The boy hesitated for a moment before giving a very vague answer.

Although he lived on the Darrents' homeworld for twelve years, he only met the Speaker eleven times in total, each time on his "birthday".

Of course, this birthday does not refer to his "birthday" in the strict sense, but rather the day he was discovered and adopted by the Darents.

Therefore, in his mind, the Speaker had always been a serious and not very likable elder. As for what achievements the other party had made in the past, and why he was elected as the supreme leader of the entire civilization, he knew nothing about it.

"So, what we need to do next is continue to provoke the Darrents from the outside, forcing their leaders to step up and fight, instead of hiding like cowards and watching the casualty figures increase every day?" Luke said sarcastically as he fiddled with the damaged force field suppression device.

"Hahaha! I love your sense of humor." The boy couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. "The Darrents are not what you imagine. On the contrary, at crucial moments that determine the rise and fall of an entire civilization, they are never afraid of death and challenges, even those in high positions who wield enormous power and resources."

"No, you're wrong, my dear brother. The essence of human nature is base, selfish, and ugly. Perhaps at some moment it will erupt with what is called noble sentiment, but such sentiment usually doesn't last long. Just watch, I'll prove to you that when a civilization begins to decline, the first to become corrupt are often those high-ranking figures..."

After saying that, Luke pursed his lips and revealed a chilling smile.

Just as the boy was about to say something, footsteps suddenly echoed through the previously quiet passage.

About two or three minutes later, a standard exploration team composed of elite Darrent soldiers and spellcasters suddenly came into view.

Upon seeing the boy's familiar face, the captain's eyes lit up, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Quick! Charge! Grab those two boys! They're the targets of the council's wanted list!"

"what?!"

"By magic! We've finally had our lucky break!"