Spellcasting Gods

"Hahaha! How do you know I haven't considered it? In fact, I've thought it through very clearly. Sometimes, rationality doesn't mean being right; rather, following the guidance of your heart and soul is the only way to find the right direction. Now, close your eyes, feel the powerful force in the air, like a hurricane, and then tell me if you feel any resonance?"

Just as the boy was saying these words, the black pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth suddenly exploded, and endless energy spread in all directions in the form of shock waves.

Wherever it passed, whether it was animals, plants, buildings, or anything else, it was all assimilated and decomposed, eventually turning into dust that drifted away with the wind.

As all of this gradually faded away, a very young-looking male figure appeared out of thin air in the place where the stone pillar had been.

He seemed a little confused, looking around at his surroundings. After a full minute, he finally asked with a blank expression, "Where am I? And who am I?"

"You don't remember anything?" A strange look flashed in Luke's eyes.

"I don't remember..." the young man replied directly in affirmation.

It's easy to tell from his lifeless eyes that he wasn't lying, and that he didn't know how to use the astonishing amount of energy in his body, simply radiating it outwards in the most primitive way.

In addition, his appearance was completely different from that of the Darrents, but he bore some resemblance to Luke, at least in terms of race.

"Interesting! Absolutely fascinating! A god with no memories whatsoever!" The boy seemed to realize something, his eyes gleaming with excitement and joy.

But before he could do anything, several portals tore through the surrounding space, and then all the heavyweight members of the Darrent civilization, including the council and the Shadow Guard, appeared without exception.

When the speaker saw the shattered stone pillar and the young man standing beside it, radiating terrifying energy, he trembled uncontrollably and muttered bitterly, "Well, it seems we're too late."

"No! It's not too late! Haven't you noticed? God hasn't regained his memories yet!" The leader of the Shadow Guard gave a different opinion with a solemn expression.

"Memory? You mean..." The speaker's eyes widened, reigniting a spark of hope.

“According to ancient records, the god who created our entire race was actually a very special life form. He did not have an independent personality like most intelligent beings, but instead changed constantly every so often. During these changes, he would temporarily lose all his memories, becoming like a blank sheet of paper,” the leader explained in a low voice at an extremely fast pace.

Because he understood that any internal strife at this time would be foolish.

Otherwise, once the gods regain their memories, their terrifying power alone would be enough to instantly wipe out more than 90% of life on the planet beneath their feet.

Any magical protection that the Darrents were proud of was extremely fragile and laughable in the face of such an attack.

"So, what we're facing right now isn't a fully realized god, and we still have a chance to reseal him?"

Another member of parliament, disregarding his continued hostility towards these competitors who were trying to seize power from him, quickly raised the most crucial question.

Not only him, but every Darrent who had rushed over was eager to know what their chances of winning would be if war broke out now.

The leader hesitated for a moment, then quickly shook his head with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, I can't give a definite answer. After all, we're not just dealing with a god, but also those two troublesome little madmen."

The words had barely left his mouth!

Dozens of eyes immediately focused on the two boys.

Without a doubt, they have now become a thorn in the side of all the top executives at Darrent.

But Luke didn't care at all, and taunted with a smile, "You want to make a move? If I were you, I wouldn't make such a foolish choice. You should know that energy is the most basic and accurate measure of a life form's strength. Feel the power contained within him. Do you think you have a chance to defeat or even seal such a powerful enemy? Give up. Even if he doesn't know how to use his power, he is still far stronger than all of you combined."

"Huh? Am I supposed to fight them?"

The young man turned around and looked at the lives he had created with a strange gaze.

About three to five minutes later, he seemed to remember something, and muttered to himself while stroking his chin, "Strange! Why do I have this feeling of familiarity? Who am I? Where did I come from? And why am I here..."

Just as the young man was deep in thought, the Speaker quickly exchanged a glance with the leader of the Shadow Guard and suddenly launched an attack.

It goes without saying that they had just reached some unspoken understanding and chosen to put aside their hatred for each other.

next second...

Dozens of the most powerful spells, like a tsunami, swept over and engulfed the youth.

Of course, the two boys were also within the attack range.

Because no one was holding back, each participant brought out their strongest trump card.

In an instant, the sky and the earth were torn apart, and time and space were distorted in the face of the power of magic.

Normally, most gods would be doomed in the face of such astonishing attack power.

But even such a terrifying attack was completely blocked by the protective shield that the young man casually erected.

No matter how powerful the spell, or how much space and time are distorted, it can only consume a portion of the shield's energy and cannot dismantle or destroy the shield's overall structure.

Chapter 1403 Personality

"Um... is this an attack?"

Under a chorus of shocked gazes, the young man waved his hand and restored all the damage caused by the magic to its original state, as if nothing had happened.

What's even more frightening is that you can't sense any anger, joy, hatred, happiness, pain, sadness, or any other emotions that a normal, intelligent life should have from his attitude.

On the contrary, he didn't find it annoying at all that others were attacking him, nor did he intend to retaliate.

“Damn it! This…this is the power of God…” A member of parliament stared in disbelief, seemingly unable to bear the reality he was witnessing.

They never dared to imagine that their complex magic, which they were so proud of, was as fragile as a baby's toy in front of their opponent.

“Don’t be discouraged! We still have a chance! Don’t you realize that God doesn’t yet understand what his power means, let alone what we want to do to him? Believe me, you will understand the meaning of the word ‘God’ once he regains his memories.” The leader of the Shadow Guard explained as he carefully took out the magical item he had obtained from the boy from his pocket.

The speaker had clearly noticed the little creature; his pupils contracted sharply, and he asked in a slightly trembling voice, "You...you wouldn't be thinking of..."

"Ah! That's right! I'm going to unleash the true form of this weapon! Only those heroic spirits who once defeated and sealed away gods have the ability to help us gain a chance of victory. As for you, you'd better keep a close eye on those two boys and don't let them interfere in the upcoming battle."

As the last word slipped out!

The leader of the Shadow Guard suddenly poured all the black substance in his body into this small device.

Before anyone could react to what was happening, streaks of black light burst forth from the cracks on the box's surface. Each streak was like a living being, slowly converging together to eventually form a spear about two meters long.

Compared to a normal cold weapon spear, this one has no physical form at all; it is merely a collection of pure energy, and its interior seems to radiate a kind of unwavering will.

The leader gently stroked the tip of the spear, muttering some ancient and difficult-to-understand language.

Before long, a blinding white light began to grow brighter and brighter from the protruding point of the spearhead...

When the brightness approached that of a star and was ten thousand times brighter, the god, who had always maintained an indifferent attitude, finally became serious, and even his eyes showed a hint of fear.

"Only the spirit is immortal, only strength endures forever..."

After reciting the last part of the ancient language, which could be described as either a spell or an oath, the leader of the Shadow Guard seemed to have become a different person. The gloomy aura in his eyes was gone, replaced by piety, holiness, and courage.

Ignoring the surprised gazes from the other side of the meeting, he placed one hand on his chest and bowed deeply to the young man: "Greetings, Your Esteemed Creator, the Supreme God of the entire Darent race. It is an honor to meet you once again after thousands of years. We were once your most loyal followers, and also the traitors who rebelled and sealed you away with your own hands."

"Iria?! I remember now! You are Iria! My first apostle, and the first woman to pierce my chest with a spear imbued with chaotic power." The youth's eyes were glowing, and at the same time, a faint yet powerful aura began to emanate from his body.

It goes without saying that memories sealed away thousands of years ago are rapidly awakening in his mind.

Within about ten minutes to one or two hours, that terrifying god who had ruled the Darrent civilization for thousands of years would be fully restored.

“That’s right! I am Iria. With me are your most beloved followers, such as Bartholomew, Roselle, and Caban. We have been dead for too long, and we only have the ability to launch one attack. But this attack is enough to send you back into the seal before you have fully recovered your memories.”

The Shadow Guard leader speaking at this moment is clearly not himself, but someone is manipulating his body and soul.

“But your souls and consciousness will also completely dissipate as a result. Is it really worth it? Is it so hard to accept that I should become the spiritual belief of the entire Darrent civilization? Besides, you should know how much I love you. If you all disappear and cannot be resurrected by any force, I will be heartbroken.”

As he spoke, a string of crystal-clear tears welled up in the young man's eyes.

For some reason, his reaction didn't seem fake to those around him; instead, it evoked a strong sense of empathy.

At least the Darrents began to weep uncontrollably, and no matter how hard they tried to shake off the emotion, they ultimately failed.

Meanwhile, the two boys undoubtedly noticed this strange situation and kept exchanging glances, trying to figure out how the gods could influence the emotions of these powerful spellcasters so silently.

With their intelligence, they wouldn't believe this is some kind of genuine emotional display; it's definitely a form of absolute control over everything from the mind to the body, and possibly even the most mysterious soul.

"I'm sorry, great god, we have our principles, just as we have chosen to sacrifice and resist for thousands of years. Farewell, I hope you can sleep longer this time, giving us and our civilization enough time to develop."

Although the leader of the Shadow Guard was in tears, he showed no sign of stopping.

He raised the spear high above his head and, with overwhelming force, hurled it with all his might.

next second...

boom!

The spear pierced the air with a deafening roar!

In the blink of an eye, it traversed hundreds of meters and pierced directly through the god's body.

Absolutely no surprises!

The spear pierced straight through the protective shield and lodged directly in the chest, near the heart.

The young man lowered his head, staring at the object that brought him indescribable pain. His expression shifted constantly, sometimes showing anger, sometimes sadness, and sometimes incoherent, maniacal laughter...

In less than half a minute, he changed into more than a dozen completely different emotions.

Finally, a mocking expression appeared on his slightly pale face as he laughed and quipped, "That's it? You actually thought you could defeat me in the exact same way? Dream on! I'm not the same person I used to be! Because I've found two more important things: my personality, two complete and independent personalities..."

Chapter 1404 Resurrection Plan

With a sarcastic tone, the god grabbed the spear and slowly pulled it out of his body.

During the extraction, astonishing energy was released from the tiny wound, causing irreversible damage to the surrounding environment and causing the man himself to suffer unimaginable pain.

The moment it separated from the body, this weapon made of energy collapsed instantly, scattering into the air as countless points of light.

Through these lights and lights that resemble stars, one can vaguely make out the appearance of a few Darents.

It goes without saying that they were high priests who had once served the gods faithfully, but later chose to betray them for some reason.

Unfortunately, they have now exhausted all their soul energy and are about to disappear completely from this world.

"Alas—it seems we have failed!" one of the female figures sighed helplessly.

Even though she knew she was about to disappear forever, she felt no fear or apprehension whatsoever, as if she had accepted her tragic fate long ago.

Similarly, the man floating beside her showed no negative emotions such as hatred in his eyes, only a reserved smile: "Don't be so discouraged. As a child, isn't it normal to lose to your father and the creator? Besides, we beat him once before."

"Yes. From the beginning, we all knew we could only buy a little time, but no one was truly optimistic about the final outcome," another ancient hero remarked.

"Because we are Darents, the best members of our race, we have a duty to help our ignorant kin break free from absolute mental control and forge their own path, instead of becoming God's pets, playthings, or slaves. Even if that time is only a few decades."

"Yes! Tens of thousands of years of freedom is enough to plant a seed in their bodies. As for what will happen next, that's beyond our control."

"It's unbelievable that after sleeping for so long, we can finally let go of everything and embrace eternal death and peace."

"And this time, no one will be able to wake us or disturb us."

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