Spellcasting Gods

How could I not be surprised!

He spent thirty years creating this spell, so from the day it was completed, it has never been broken by any opponent, let alone in such a "barbaric" way.

After all, there are at least 50,000 energy nodes on the Cage of Light, of which more than 2,000 occupy the supporting structure.

With such a massive number, it would take a considerable amount of effort, let alone mortal spellcasters, even for gods with magical divine authority, to figure it out.

But just now, the entire process from analysis to cracking was completed in less than thirty seconds.

“That’s right! I am the baby who disappeared twelve years ago. Speaking of which, I should thank you, otherwise I might have died in the vast, desolate desert. As a token of my gratitude, I will make this destructive feast as spectacular as possible, and make your deaths as meaningful as possible…” Luke replied politely.

Although he never showed the slightest bit of smugness, he exuded a chillingly strong malice.

Without personally experiencing a planet destroyed by the Darrent civilization, one can never understand the feeling of knowing from a young age that there is no future and no hope, let alone comprehend the extent to which survival is possible...

Chapter 1387 Taunt

If the boy's feelings for the Darrents were a complex, internal emotion, then Luke's feelings for them were naked hatred.

No reason is needed; everything seen, heard, and personally experienced during one's upbringing is enough to sustain this hatred for decades or even centuries.

But despite his hatred, he knew very well that with his current strength, it was simply a pipe dream to try and fight these old guys who had participated in countless battles head-on.

Therefore, I always put myself in a supporting position and put all my wisdom and energy into defense.

Only in this way can a buffer zone be barely established to ensure that nothing troublesome enters the safe zone.

The outcome of a battle between spellcasters is usually not a complete reflection of their strength.

On the contrary, there are countless examples of low-level spellcasters defeating high-level spellcasters through their intelligence and cunning.

It could even be said that a single test could directly determine the outcome.

In such a tense and exciting environment, no one dared to let their guard down.

Moreover, the enormous creature that was struck by the powerful energy ray but only suffered superficial injuries remained lying motionless in the same spot.

Even an idiot would understand that once it starts moving, the tunnels within dozens of kilometers around it will become an absolute danger zone.

Any wise spellcaster would not go all out under such a threat, but would instead reserve enough power to deal with any unexpected situations that might arise at any time.

So for the next ten minutes or so, no one cast any more powerful spells. Instead, they used targeted spells that were difficult to defend against, in order to test the other party's reaction, habits, and way of thinking.

"Is this the strength of the Council, the most powerful spellcasting group in the Darrent civilization?"

The boy skillfully manipulated countless arrows made of energy, launching attacks against opponents many times his size while smirking sarcastically.

He could sense that these guys seemed to be very wary of the destructive power of clay life, and no one was willing to take any risks, much less joke about their own lives.

It is precisely because of this that the opponent, despite having an overwhelming number of troops, has been unable to convert that into an advantage for a long time.

In contrast, the two boys performed in the opposite way. One focused on defense and counterattack, while the other unleashed his boundless imagination, releasing one modified spell model after another.

Although in principle, these modified spells are not much different from the originals.

However, they are extremely difficult to defend against, and there are a few that can even leave experienced members of parliament in a sorry state.

"I admit, your growth rate has indeed surprised everyone. But don't get cocky. Given the current intensity of magical combat, you two won't last long at all," the Speaker replied with a grim expression.

Without a doubt, it was easy to tell from his eyes, which were blazing with anger, that he was quite dissatisfied with the stagnant attitude and performance of the councilors.

Unfortunately, strictly speaking, the members of parliament were not his subordinates; they were equal in function and social status, so he had no right to order them around.

"Hahahaha! I never expected this! You, who are always so arrogant and conceited, would actually be so ridiculous as to choose a war of attrition and delaying tactics when you have an absolute advantage? Are you really the Darrents who have conquered countless worlds and call yourselves a superior civilization? Or has being in a high position for so long made you forget what courage is?" The boy laughed and continued to mock.

It goes without saying that he was trying to provoke his opponent.

To be precise, it is to provoke a segment of the population, causing them to make foolish decisions while losing their rationality.

Only in this way could he be confident that the clay life form could launch a fatal attack and eliminate some of the enemies first.

"Shut up! What we do is none of your business, you outsider!" A member of parliament was clearly angered and couldn't help but retort loudly.

Regardless, as a civilization that has enjoyed the benefits of conquest for many years, every Darrent will feel a strong sense of superiority and pride to some extent.

When someone stands up to insult or despise the entire civilization, they will naturally be furious and want to shut the other person up.

"Outsider? No, no, no, I am not an outsider. Don't forget, I have citizenship granted by the council, and I have contributed wisdom and power to my home planet. In a sense, I am one of you. It's just that I stand higher and see further than you, and I have also exposed the true thoughts behind your hypocritical masks. Darrent has never been an inclusive civilization. No matter how many powerful bloodlines you have absorbed, or how many magical races you have accepted, it is all ultimately to seize power from them. You are thieves, liars, and cold-blooded plunderers."

As he said this, the boy subconsciously turned his gaze to a familiar figure not far away.

This guy was none other than Oren, the mentor who had taught him countless knowledge and skills and who had just been promoted to senator.

The latter clearly sensed this as well, sighed slightly, and said in an extremely complicated tone, "You're right! From the very beginning, we've been observing you, using you, trying to figure out where your unparalleled talent and wisdom come from. Sometimes I really wish you could be a little bit foolish. That way, we could maintain that close and harmonious relationship."

"Intimacy and harmony? Dear mentor, do you know how long I've endured this? Do you know how hard it was for me to pretend I knew nothing in order to avoid showing any disgust or revulsion? No, you know nothing. From the age of three, I knew you were a pawn sent by the council to monitor me." The boy grinned, revealing a playful smile.

"Three years old?!" Oren trembled involuntarily, his large pupils revealing undisguised surprise and fear. "So... you've been acting all these years?"

"Yes! Just as you're concealing your identity, I'm also hiding my true self. I know that every now and then, you secretly use magical artifacts to test the energy levels within me, using that as a basis for your judgment. But what you don't know is that over the years, whenever you appear with that magical artifact, I've been channeling my own energy into a secretly prepared container. In other words, the data you obtain is only one-tenth of my true level..."

Chapter 1388 Conspiracy

"Damn it! Watch out! He..."

Oren clearly realized something and wanted to loudly remind his companions who were further ahead.

Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, a cruel sneer appeared on the boy's face, and he inserted a pre-prepared mysterious symbol into the body of the clay golem.

next second...

boom!

This enormous creature, which had remained motionless for more than half an hour and would not have reacted in the slightest even if attacked, suddenly burst out from the depths of the dimly lit tunnel with lightning speed.

Faced with that terrifying, thunderous impact, most protective magic was rendered a joke, instantly shattered into pieces.

Some lawmakers even attempted to amulet themselves to avoid this purely physical attack.

But at the moment of impact, an expression of disbelief appeared on each of their faces. They were then forcibly released from their spirit form, their fragile bodies instantly crushed into a bloody pulp, which splattered and covered the surrounding walls and heads.

Of course, this level of attack is far from enough to kill a group of powerful spellcasters who have all sorts of ways to save their lives.

In the blink of an eye, those "dead" guys were "resurrected".

But without exception, their faces still bore the lingering horror of their impending death.

"Hahahaha! How does it feel to be on the verge of death?" The boy laughed unrestrainedly, and his laughter clearly conveyed madness and brutality.

At the same time, the clay lifeforms that had already been activated continued to launch attacks on the enemy, and the surrounding area of ​​tens of kilometers had become a terrifying epicenter due to its rampage.

With a deafening roar, dirt and stones rained down from above, and apart from the two boys, no one could guarantee their safety.

For a time, more than half of the parliamentary members chose to retreat temporarily rather than rashly reveal their hand without fully understanding the situation.

Only the Speaker seemed to sense something familiar from this colossal body, his eyes widening as he roared in disbelief, "The divine runes on the Pillars of Creation?! You... how dare you!"

"Oh? You actually recognize these interesting symbols!" A hint of surprise flashed in the boy's eyes.

“Answer my question! How dare you! Haven’t you read history? Don’t you know what these symbols represent?” The speaker’s hands began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

anger!

Panic!

There was also a tiny bit of fear that couldn't be hidden no matter what!

The councilors who chose to stay stared in astonishment at the nominal supreme leader of the entire civilization.

They had never seen the speaker so out of control, even abandoning the composed image he had painstakingly cultivated over a long period of time.

In addition, some people are trying to figure out what the mysterious symbols that just appeared out of nowhere are, and what the Pillars of Creation are.

The boy seemed pleased to see his opponent panic, and deliberately responded nonchalantly, "Ah! Of course I know what it represents, and what it is that can make your souls tremble with fear. But so what! What you fear doesn't mean I fear it too. Facing fear head-on is what a strong person does. Running away only makes things worse."

"Fool! You're playing with fire! This flame will not only devour us, but you too."

The speaker was visibly agitated, and his gaze toward the clay lifeform was filled with wariness, as if this enormous creature, devoid of any intelligence, might transform into something else entirely at any moment.

"No! You're wrong! This flame won't devour me; instead, it will make me even stronger. And you will become nourishment. Goodbye, dear Speaker, and Instructor Oren. I've learned many useful things from you. Next, I will launch a full-scale attack on the expeditionary camp. I hope you can return in time. Otherwise..."

At this point, the boy deliberately dragged out the syllable, the implication being self-evident.

Before the other party could react, he controlled the giant clay life form and plunged headfirst into the spot where the force field suppression device had just been placed.

With its enormous mouth, the clay golem swallowed the little thing whole, dug a tunnel at incredible speed, and disappeared without a trace.

Along with it, two boys also disappeared.

After the intense tremors completely subsided, Oren finally came to his senses and shouted, his face pale, "He...he took the force field suppression device! We can't use teleportation magic now!"

"What?!" The Speaker instantly realized the gravity of the situation and rushed to the newly dug tunnel, only to find that the suppression device was gone. "This is bad! It's a conspiracy! He deliberately exposed his whereabouts to lure us away from the camp."

Another councilor nodded in agreement: "You're right! He tricked us! But what I find strange is, how did he know we would definitely come?"

"What, you doubt..."

Another member of parliament squinted, as if he had made a connection to something.

“Someone has betrayed us! Betrayed the Council! Betrayed the entire Darent civilization!” The Speaker stated bluntly, revealing the answer first.

"Then who do you think this person is? What benefits could he possibly gain from betraying his own race?" Oren asked, his brow furrowed.

"Is there even a question? Look at the destructive power of that giant monster and the divine runes that gave it life. Besides the Shadow Guard, who else possesses such forbidden knowledge?" The Speaker turned around, a chilling aura emanating from the pierced window.

"You mean... the Shadow Guard orchestrated all of this? Why?" A senator gripped his staff-shaped weapon tightly with nervousness.

"Of course it's for power! Have you forgotten how those guys have been trying to expand their influence within the expeditionary force lately? Imagine if they suddenly jumped out and turned the tide during the boy's raid on the expeditionary camp, what would ordinary citizens who don't know the truth think?" The Speaker answered without hesitation.

Only now did he finally understand why the Shadow Guard had been so keen on improving their image; it turned out that everything was laying the groundwork for this step.

Unfortunately, they are unable to return to camp immediately, let alone expose this insidious plan.

……

Meanwhile, inside the expeditionary force camp, the Shadow Guard was gathered together. Their leader, making no attempt to conceal his burning ambition and desire, grinned and asked, "My dear brothers and sisters! Are you ready to embrace a brighter future?"

Chapter 1389 The Enemy on the Surface

boom!

A deafening roar followed!