Casting spells

"No! Please! Let them go! I'm willing to do anything for you!" Elinor was visibly panicked, and began to plead wildly.

However, Zhang Cheng didn't react at all to this, and still counted down with an emotionless voice.

When there were less than three seconds left, the young paladin finally collapsed, raised his sword and stabbed fiercely at the cage where the dwarf was held.

puff!

The black and red blood immediately splattered in all directions!

The sword pierced through the mithril chain mail, and pierced a hole in the fragile heart.

"Xinie! Detoxify that druid!" Seeing that the goal had been achieved, Zhang Cheng chose to fulfill his promise without thinking.

In the blink of an eye, a bottle of specially prepared detoxification potion was forcibly poured down.

The half-elf, whose heart stopped beating, twitched violently, recovered from the state of suspended animation, and began to spit on the ground.

When she saw the picture of the dwarf being pierced by a sword not far away, she immediately roared: "Damn! What have you done?! Why are you being fooled by the enemy? Don't you know that they are forcing you to degenerate? ?”

"I'm sorry, but I have no choice..." Eleanor slowly pulled out the sword as if she had lost her soul, closed her eyes and kept trembling, as if she was communicating with some invisible existence.

A few minutes later, when she opened her eyes again, an evil red light fell from the sky.

"Dark Blessing?! You... you have fallen!" The half-elf Drew's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Degenerate? No, I don't think so. I just saw Tyre's pale and hypocritical justice." Eleanor's eyes shot out endless anger, and she stabbed the last surviving teammate fiercely.

Before the half-elf could react, he felt severe pain coming from his chest, and then slowly fell backward in a pool of blood.

After finishing all this, Eleanor knelt down on one knee and said in a tone full of melancholy and sadness: "Great master, please allow me to kill all the werewolves present, otherwise the anger in my heart will be completely destroyed." Can't calm down."

"Of course! Feel free, anyway, they are useless." Zhang Cheng spread his hands nonchalantly.

"No! No! No! You didn't promise like that before!" The leader of the werewolf shouted nervously.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I changed my mind. Compared with you, she is obviously more valuable." Zhang Cheng responded with a playful face.

"Many thanks!"

After getting the permission, Eleanor stood up slowly, raised her weapon high and chanted jerky and evil spells loudly.

In less than half a minute, a huge portal appeared out of thin air, and a war horse with red flames all over its body walked out from it.

"Oh? Purgatory horse!" Xini showed a hint of surprise.

You must know that the newly fallen paladin wants to summon the purgatory servant, but he needs at least a professional level of at least seven or above.

Moreover, the purgatory creatures are much stronger than the creatures in the material world. Just a purgatory horse is enough to make the werewolves overwhelmed.

Because of the emotional connection, Eleanor turned over and rode directly, and with the acceleration brought by the mount running, began to kill the werewolves frantically.

Under the pressure of her powerful strength, several unarmed werewolves were quickly chopped into pieces, and the pungent bloody smell spread around the sewer, attracting some predators.

Zhang Cheng didn't care about these instinct-driven monsters at all. He smiled and said to the fallen paladin on the horse: "Good job! Come with me now, and I will teach you what real power is..."

Chapter 489 Sazastan

After solving the small troubles on his territory, Zhang Cheng quickly put all his energy into the research of legendary magic.

Because he understands that as the year of turmoil draws closer, there is not much time left for him.

Although the form of a saint severely limits the true strength of the gods, and even a waste like Cyric can kill the famous god of murder Baal, but his character determines that he will never give the initiative to his opponents.

In any case, God is God after all, an evolutionary body that transcends all forms of life in the world, a special creature with almost infinite lifespan and high power.

Without being restricted, they can create one or several incarnations that are slightly weaker than the main body according to the strength of their divine power, and do different things in the past, but they will not cause cannibalism due to relatively independent consciousness .

We must know that the "cloning technique" often used by high-level mages, once an unexpected situation occurs, causing all the replicas to wake up at the same time, then the result will inevitably be a bloody melee among all the replicas, until the final winner survives.

Even the blood, organs, and corpses of dead gods can be used to craft powerful magic items and undead puppets.

Zhang Chengcai didn't believe that a life form that was as powerful as a corpse would be so weak that it could be easily killed by mortals when alive.

Just as he was about to complete his first legendary spell model, Manshoon finally arrived inside the spire with a graceful lich.

"Hello, mighty black dragon, I'm Sarzastan, chief of the Necromancer Department of the Red Robe Wizards Association of Searle, nice to meet you."

As soon as they met, the lich, who exuded a strong breath of death all over his body, took the initiative to introduce himself first.

"I am also very happy to see you, Your Excellency the Archmage." Zhang Cheng bent down and bowed without any haste.

Maybe outsiders don't know who Sarzastan is, but he who knows the development of Faerun Continent in the next few decades knows very well that this powerful mage who specializes in necromancy will get rid of all competitors in the future and make Searle Empire into their own control.

What's even more frightening is that he also tried to evolve himself from an undead creature to a god through a terrible magic ritual. Although he failed due to an accident in the end, he was still a talented person anyway.

In addition, it is said that this guy also holds the Death Moon Orb, an artifact made by Lalock, the king of wizards left over from the Netheril era.

"Unbelievable! I always thought that the dragon is proud! But you have broken my inherent cognition!" Sazastan revealed strong surprise in his tone.

He originally thought that the other party would be very aggressive in the conversation, and even use some insulting words.

But the actual situation is just the opposite. Zhang Cheng behaves like a nobleman who has been educated in etiquette.

"Hahahaha! Am I right? It's very special!" Mansong laughed, while taking advantage of the necromancer chief not paying attention, he blinked his eyes lightly.

Obviously, he didn't tell his old opponent that Zhang Cheng came from another world.

Szastan nodded thoughtfully: "It's really special! I even have the urge to study it in depth. But before that, I must confirm whether you really have what I need. After all, I am not the only one who has the final say on the Red Robe Wizards Association, and the chiefs of other extremely large factions are watching, waiting to see if I make mistakes."

"Of course! A very reasonable request." As he spoke, Zhang Cheng raised his hands and released fel fire and shadow energy in the palms of his left and right palms respectively.

Although there were no eredar demons in his body, the birth and composition of these two energies were firmly in his mind, and they were easily produced by twisting the magic web.

"This...this is!!!"

Feeling the violent and destructive power of fel energy at close range, as well as the terrifying devouring attribute of the shadow, Szastan showed an excited expression, and even broke off a small finger bone and put it into two kinds of energy, observing the subtle changes inside .

It took several minutes before he came back to his senses, and said solemnly: "Perfect! Tell me, if I want to exchange the knowledge about producing these two kinds of energy, what will I have to pay?"

"It's very simple! Help me complete the research on a legendary magic." Zhang Cheng offered the condition without hesitation.

"The study of legendary magic?" A hint of surprise appeared on Sazastan's face, which was about to wither completely.

Zhang Cheng nodded slightly: "Yes! I hope to create a spell that can ignore the divine power and kill the gods directly. Unfortunately, this is not easy. I am missing the most critical part, which is the composition of divine power."

"Kill God?! You are crazy!"

"No! I'm not crazy! You don't know yet, I just got an amazing news from a prophet. Next year, the God of God will knock down all the gods in the Pantheon due to a certain event In the mortal world, appear in the material world in the form of a saint, and will only retain the body of a mortal. I believe that with the wisdom of the two of you, it should not be difficult to understand what this means, right?" Zhang Cheng picked up his corners and threw out a heavy pound bomb.