Spellcasting Gods

As Zhang Cheng spoke, he gently cut open his palm, letting the dark red blood flow down the blade of the sword.

In the blink of an eye, the entire sword seemed to suddenly boil, releasing an extremely cold aura in all directions, and a thin layer of ice quickly formed on the surface of some puddles.

"Oh? Since you understand what kind of person Baelish is, why did you choose to ally with him in the first place? Besides, it wasn't just Baelish who betrayed you, but also your other old friend Varys. If it weren't for his little birds helping out, I think it would have been quite troublesome to intercept you." Kinvara clearly noticed these unusual changes and cautiously took two steps back.

"It's simple! Strictly speaking, I'm not a qualified player in the game of thrones because I lack sufficient patience and time, so I need some help to quickly complete my plans. But it doesn't matter now. Neither Varys nor Baelish understand what I'm pursuing, thus leading to the mistaken judgment that I'm the most dangerous enemy. Now, are you prepared to be responsible for the deaths of thousands upon thousands...?"

The words had barely left his mouth!

Zhang Cheng suddenly raised the demonic sword high and loudly promised, "In the name of hatred and fear! I will offer the ultimate sacrifice for evil—the soul!"

moment!

The skull-shaped mark at the end of the sword hilt has two empty eyes that suddenly burst forth with a chilling green light.

Before Jinwala could react, a chilling wailing sound began to echo around the alley. About two or three seconds later, clumps of semi-transparent undead appeared out of thin air.

They didn't stop at all; as soon as they appeared, they went straight through the walls, carrying out inhumane massacres on innocent residents house by house.

Even more terrifying, after killing their target, they forcibly drag the target's soul back and stuff it into a glowing green skull mark. In less than half a minute, the soul will be completely corrupted and become a new undead.

After several repetitions, all two hundred-plus people on the street died silently, without screams or wails, only a deathly stillness.

Moreover, the death of each resident has a terrible impact on the surrounding environment, especially as plants wither and rot rapidly, and the land exudes an aura of despair and death.

Even the rats and cockroaches, which are most adaptable to their environment, scrambled out of every nook and cranny and fled in a frenzy.

As for Zhang Cheng...

Well, he has now completely joined the evil camp. If anyone casts a spell like "Detect Evil," they will immediately see his entire body radiating an evil aura that turns from red to purple.

Of course, after paying a huge price, one will naturally gain corresponding power.

Even without looking at the parchment, he knew that his Dark Guardian class level had increased significantly, and spell-like abilities were popping up one after another in his mind.

"Despair Aura", "Command Undead", "Enchanted Weapon", "Terror Spell", "Summon Infernal Servants"...

Just like the classic saying in Forgotten Realms, when evil people turn to good, they may not have a good ending, but when good people fall into evil, they will immediately gain unimaginable benefits and power.

"Interesting. So this is the ability of the Dark Guardians? No wonder so many powerful spellcasters learn some combat skills just in case. It turns out they're not doing it for fun; they're doing it to ensure they can protect themselves in any situation. After all, the world is so vast, and all sorts of conspiracies and schemes are constantly emerging. Even the most cautious person can easily lose focus. The more abilities you have, the less flustered you'll be when dealing with unexpected situations." Zhang Cheng gripped the demonic sword tightly, which was emitting a low hum, and muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear.

Sensing the chill and despair permeating the air, Jinwala took a deep breath and roared furiously, "Bastard! Do you know what you just did?! You sacrificed this land to the God of Cold, the mortal enemy of the King of Light!"

"Hmph! Of course I know what I'm doing! But don't forget, you forced all of this upon me! I can tell you clearly, if I feel this isn't enough to kill you, I will continue to kill more people to gain power, even if it turns the entire Junlin into a wasteland." Zhang Cheng responded with a cold laugh.

His heart had long since turned to ice, so he wouldn't care about the deaths of a few NPCs...

Chapter 0178 The True Form of the Demon Sword (Part 2)

It was cold and damp!

gray!

despair!

resentment!

The sight of hundreds of undead gathered together was extremely terrifying!

Putting aside the severely polluted land, the dark clouds looming in the sky that cannot be dispelled by the sun, and the rapidly dropping ambient temperature, constantly remind everyone that something extraordinary is happening here.

Several patrolling soldiers tried to approach to see what was going on, but before they could get close to the alley, they were attacked by the undead and became another batch of victims in the blink of an eye.

As more and more bodies lay at the intersection, even the most idiotic person realized the danger and stopped in their tracks in terror, gathering together to discuss the bizarre scene and the secrets hidden behind the strange deaths.

However, they had no idea that not only these few blocks, but the entire city of King's Landing was currently shrouded in the shadow of destruction!

In fact, from the moment Zhang Cheng voluntarily chose to join the evil camp, the legal and moral shackles that had previously bound his mind were completely broken, and he no longer had any hesitation in his heart.

As long as he can ensure his survival and gain more and stronger power, he doesn't care whether the world will be destroyed or whether the glorious civilization will perish.

In his eyes, he was just a passerby, constantly shuttling between worlds that were both strange and familiar. Everything he experienced was just a game, a dangerous yet exciting adventure. Why should he care about the values ​​and outlook on life of ordinary people?

It's important to understand that laws and morals are byproducts that gradually emerged to maintain stable social relationships.

As an outsider destined to be unable to integrate, he doesn't need so-called "friends" or stable relationships; he only needs to obtain what he needs in the simplest and quickest way.

As for the resulting destruction or devastating consequences, that is not a question he should consider, but rather a question that every indigenous person of the world should consider.

With his vast life experience, Jinwala undoubtedly noticed this drastic change in his mental state. He frowned and questioned, "Are you crazy? Don't you understand that once the God of Cold wins this eternal struggle, the whole world will be shrouded in ice and snow? At that time, all living beings will disappear. Your relatives, friends, and lovers will all die in this disaster. Even if you are lucky enough to survive, you will only be accompanied by loneliness and solitude."

Zhang Cheng shrugged dismissively: "Sorry, you've got two things wrong. First, I'm not interested in that bullshit story about the King of Light and the God of Cold fighting each other to rule the world; to be precise, I don't believe a single word of it. Because in my opinion, there are no gods in this world. Although I'm not entirely sure what the King of Light is, he could never be a god. Second, I have no family, friends, or lovers. I've always been alone, so even if all life in the world were to die, it wouldn't have anything to do with me."

"Alone? Aren't you about to get married to that girl from the Tyrell family? Isn't she your lover?" Jinvara's face showed an expression of disbelief.

Over the long years, she has seen all sorts of people—some greedy, some humble, some honest, and some full of lies—but never one of them could endure loneliness and solitude for long.

Even she needs to occasionally find a few lovers to relieve the pain of loneliness and isolation by venting her desires.

"No, no. You have to understand, marriage doesn't mean love. In my opinion, there's no such thing as love in this world. All affection between men and women initially stems from the reproductive instinct rooted deep in their subconscious. As they spend more time together, the physiological urge brought about by the reproductive instinct slowly transforms into a strong dependency. You can understand it as kinship, or you can understand it as habit. Besides, for me, Elo is just a tool with useful value. Would you develop feelings for a tool you use?" Zhang Cheng asked rhetorically, his eyes flashing with a dehumanizing light.

Having fully unleashed the power of the demonic sword, countless frenzied roars echoed in his mind, especially the green energy emanating from the skull-shaped mark, which kept trying to influence and invade his consciousness.

Don't be fooled by his fluent and logical speech; it's all subconscious reaction, just like someone using a search engine to get ready-made answers.

"A tool? You actually treat your fiancée as a tool!" Jinwala was clearly taken aback.

"Hmph! It's not that I treated her as a tool, it's that the Tyrell family used her as a tool for a marriage alliance and sent her to my side. I just accepted it. Alright, enough of this pointless nonsense. Are you planning to continue resisting and turning King's Landing into a land of death, or will you obediently let me kill you?" Zhang Cheng said as he slowly advanced, sword in hand.

The undead army floating in mid-air followed closely behind, and in the blink of an eye, the alley was completely surrounded.

Affected by the intense negative energy, the cloaked elemental life form seemed to be severely impacted, its body twitching incessantly, and small flames occasionally erupting from its face, as if it were on the verge of collapse at any moment.

Jinwala stared intently at the gloomy clouds blocking the sunlight overhead, then removed the necklace from his neck and handed it to the helper he had brought: "Take this back to the temple! Immediately! Right now!"

"..."

The elemental life form knelt down on one knee to accept the ruby ​​necklace, then suddenly sprinted towards the alley exit.

A dozen or so newly transformed undead rushed forward to intercept it, but before they could get close, a ball of blazing, bright flame erupted from its body, completely burning away the cloak and revealing a strange humanoid creature covered in red skin.

Any undead spirit burned by the flames immediately screamed and turned into a wisp of black smoke, disappearing forever.

At the same time, after losing the ruby ​​pendant, Kim Vara's once smooth and sexy skin quickly became loose, and within five seconds, a large number of shocking wrinkles and age spots appeared.

She looked as old as a dried-up corpse that had just crawled out of a coffin and had been dead for several years!

"Oh? Interesting. Is this the power bestowed upon you by the King of Light? Or does that gem contain powerful magic I've never seen before?" Zhang Cheng carefully examined the incredible changes that had occurred to the other party.

If we were to ask what magic from all the A Song of Ice and Fire stories is most memorable, the priests of the Lord of Light's ability to resurrect others and never age would definitely be at the top of the list.

It's important to understand that even in a high-magic world like Azeroth, forcibly prolonging someone's life through human intervention, or resurrecting the dead, requires a tremendous price to pay.

But the low-magic world of Low Ice and Fire is much better. Wearing a ruby ​​necklace grants one a long lifespan and an ageless body, and resurrection is as easy as eating and drinking for the priests of the Lord of Light...

Chapter 0179 The True Form of the Demon Sword (Part 2)

Please don't use your ignorance and arrogance to judge the great Ráchero!

He is the King of Light!

The creator of all the warmth and vibrant life in this world!

Even the sun is one of his incarnations!

You may possess many incredible abilities, but that's still just the level of a mortal.

You don't understand at all what Ráhlálo means to the world..."

Jinwala, like a devout believer, praised her god in a hoarse voice, her eyes filled with boundless respect, as if simply mentioning the god's name would grant her immense power.

However, Zhang Cheng scoffed, "The sun is his incarnation? Are you kidding me? I even doubt you know what the sun is. You've just conjured up this so-called King of Light out of thin air based on your own imagination. If he were truly as omnipotent as you say, why would he stand by and watch lies, slaughter, and deception run rampant in the world? Why wouldn't he use his power to create a better world? Clearly, either he's not as great as you describe, or he's a complete evil god who would rather the world he created be in chaos."

"Shut up! What do you know, you idiot! The Lord of Light is not the only god! He has another equally matched opponent!" Jinwala roared furiously.

She might be able to tolerate contempt and insults directed at her personally, but she absolutely cannot tolerate anyone insulting Rahlo.

"Keep in your own fantasy. All I want to know now is, since you willingly removed the necklace with its powerful magic, have you given up the struggle and are ready to die by my sword?" Zhang Cheng gently waved the Soul-Binding Messenger, which emitted a low hum, and slowly approached his opponent.

At some point, the whites of his eyes were completely covered by a thick black, making him look like a nightmare emerging from the darkness.

The undead floating in mid-air seemed to sense something and rushed towards the skull-shaped hilt of the sword.

In the blink of an eye, the visible black mist on the sword began to boil, swirling and tearing around Jinwala's aged body, as if trying to pull her soul out of her body.

Feeling the extremely evil negative energy beginning to erode his soul, Jinwala showed no panic whatsoever. Instead, he smiled calmly: "Hehe, do you know? As the first priest and follower of the King of Light, I have something that other priests don't have: the Heart of Holy Flame. If I activate it, I will immediately gain unparalleled power, but the price is the loss of my life. I never thought I would need to use it one day, but it seems I have no choice but to use it today."

The words had barely left his mouth!

Suddenly, a blinding red light burst forth from the area of ​​her heart in her chest, followed by rapid expansion, and finally, with a bang, it exploded!

Before the crimson blood could even spurt out, it turned into clumps of scorching lava!

After a few seconds, the withered and aged body completely disappeared, replaced by a monster over five meters tall, radiating terrifying heat from its entire body.

Seeing this familiar scene, Zhang Cheng slightly curled the corners of his mouth and muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear: "Lord of Light? Dear Kronada, your claws really do reach far..."

Without a doubt, the power used by Jinvara was exactly the same as that of the dragon imprisoned by the Valyrians beneath the island.

Especially the magic related to fire, whether it's the control of energy or the shaping of spells, is exactly the same.

Clearly, either Kronada subtly influenced Kinvara with her ability to create illusions and dreams, just as it had previously influenced House Targaryen; or Kinvara stumbled upon the island, witnessed the incredibly powerful dragon firsthand, and immediately prostrated herself at its feet. After all, from her perspective, this colossus from another world wasn't much different from a god…

"Well! Have you witnessed the great power of Rahlo?" Jinvara shouted, raising his thick, blazing arm high.

Due to the highly condensed fire elemental energy, everything within a radius of several meters around her was transformed into magma.

"Great? I'm sorry, but I really don't see what's so great about controlling flames. If you hadn't poisoned me, I could have done it easily. Although it's a bit rude to say this, I still have to say that if this is your last trump card, then I will be very disappointed. In my disappointment, I will do something rather excessive, such as using your soul to make a small upgrade to this sword."

After figuring out the true identity of the so-called "King of Light," Zhang Cheng immediately lost interest in continuing the conversation and raised his sword to stab the other man's torso.

Perhaps in the eyes of many natives, Jinwala, who transforms himself into a fire elemental form, is almost invincible, but in his eyes, he is just a little troublesome.

Admittedly, the elemental form is immune to pure physical attacks, but the problem is that the Soulbinder is never just a simple longsword. Putting aside the enchantment level of the material, the negative energy emanating from its surface alone is enough to cause fatal damage to elemental life.

As the name suggests, negative energy is the opposite of life and heat. It is somewhat similar to a black hole in the universe. Once it penetrates into the body of a living being, it will frantically corrode the life form's own power and then slowly expand. When this black hole eventually reaches a certain level, the life form will rapidly undergo an irreversible transformation from the inside out, which is to become the undead creatures such as zombies, skeletons, and vampires that people often mention.

"Hahahaha! You think a mere sword can harm me? No! The holy flames bestowed by the great Rahlo will purify you! Purify your filthy and evil soul!" Jinwala roared, swinging his arm and slamming it down hard.

Having no idea of ​​the power of the demonic sword, she didn't even try to dodge, letting the Soul-Binding Messenger's black-smoke-filled blade pass through her body.

Waaaaaah!!!

The moment the sword tip touched the lava body, the skull-shaped decoration suddenly emitted a large amount of dark green light.