Casting spells

"Six figures? Wow! Sounds like a lot of money, doesn't it? Unfortunately, that's not enough to cover my allowance for a week. Besides, I'm a busy person and I don't have time to play small games with you." Children play house, goodbye."

At a speed that was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, Zhang Cheng turned around and grabbed the bodyguard's right hand, snapped the bodyguard's wrist abruptly, and then opened the car door and started the car and drove away.

Since the whole process took only seven or eight seconds, Jervis didn't have time to react, and he froze in place, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

Not only he couldn't believe it, but the bodyguard whose wrist had been twisted couldn't believe it either. It wasn't until the car disappeared from sight that the nerves in his brain felt severe pain.

At the same time, Zhang Cheng, who was driving southwest along the main road in Boston, had already dialed the satellite phone in his hand, and directly issued an order to the secret base in the South Pacific, that is, to destroy the team that was investigating. A mercenary on his own trail.

Without saying a word, Leonid directly dispatched an elite team of 20 people and two Quin-jet fighters.

About a few hours later, when the sun was about to set, the two sides finally collided on an interstate highway outside Boston.

All of a sudden, bullets, missiles, shells, and machine guns flew around, and yellow and orange eggshells covered the entire road. Those who knew it were two mercenaries belonging to different forces were exchanging fire. Those who didn’t know thought it was the third time. World War broke out on American soil...

Chapter 686 Prophecy

boom!

With a grenade exploding nearby, a mercenary suddenly rose into the air, slammed into the door of the Hummer, and then fell heavily to the ground without moving. It was unknown whether he was dead or stunned. up.

Seeing this scene, the companion next to him immediately couldn't help but cursed: "Fak! Who are these guys? Why did they suddenly attack us? Also, where did their heavy weapons and high-tech equipment come from? You must know that this place is The United States! Even we can't get legal heavy weapons and a large amount of military explosives!"

"Shut up! You ask me, how do I know. Look at that plane in the sky, I have served in the army for so many years, but I have never seen it. These guys must have a lot of background, I suggest that it is best to disperse immediately Retreat, or we won't be able to hold out for too long." Another mercenary shouted at the top of his voice.

Just as the two were talking, the sides of a Quin-jet fighter suddenly opened, revealing two Vulcan cannons hidden inside, aiming at the enemy hiding behind one of the Hummers and began to shoot wildly.

In the blink of an eye, even the cars and people were all sieved.

Especially people, under the ravages of large-caliber bullets, directly turned into pieces of broken corpses. It is estimated that when the forensic doctor arrives to do identification, it will definitely not be too easy.

After the other two vehicles discovered this, they turned around and left the main road without saying a word, trying to escape into the dense woods.

But unfortunately, there were exactly two planes in the sky, and all of them were blown up halfway without exception. The fighters even went down to confirm the death of everyone in person, and then retreated calmly.

Zhang Cheng, who hid in the distance and enjoyed the entire massacre process, immediately dialed the phone and said to his subordinates: "Your people have done a good job! It seems that I can look forward to their performance in the future plan."

"Of course you can expect their performance, just like I promised. Besides, I heard that you are about to go to sea to salvage those Spanish treasure ships. Do you need me to provide some necessary personnel and technical support?" Onid's over-projection technology appears right above the screen of the mobile phone.

Compared with the desperation and helplessness of the last meeting, he seems to have been reborn now, not only his eyes are bright, but he also exudes the aura of a superior.

Perhaps as the saying goes, for some people, rights are equal to life, and once they lose their rights, they will soon die like a fish out of water.

"Technical and personnel support?" Zhang Cheng was slightly taken aback when he heard this sentence, and then quickly shook his head. "No, no need. My ship is the most advanced nuclear power in the world. When the time comes, just download an auxiliary system of X, and the whole ship can be controlled by voice."

"What? Nuclear power! Do you have a nuclear-powered submarine?" Leonid's eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation.

"No, it's not a nuclear submarine, but a nuclear-powered cruise ship with some interesting experimental equipment. Oh, I almost forgot, if you have the chance, you'd better start as many wars and conflicts as possible around the world , I need a relatively chaotic situation."

Undoubtedly, in order to collect more souls in a short period of time, Zhang Cheng has decided to attack ordinary people in this world.

As for the reason is very simple!

He needs countless soul fragments to resurrect the millions of demons in the "Grimoire of Dominion" who originally belonged to the Burning Legion, especially those powerful demon lords.

As a person with a sense of urgency, he always had a strong premonition that an unprecedented change would take place in the whole world two years from today, and his position happened to be the center of the vortex.

……

While Zhang Cheng was in full swing preparing for the upcoming war, Anthea, the prophetic witch on the top floor of a skyscraper in New York, was sitting in front of a mirror, as if waiting for something.

Just half a minute later, a cloud of black smoke appeared out of thin air, slowly gathering into a mysterious man in a black cloak.

"How, what have you observed during this time?" The witch raised her cup and took a sip of tea without looking up.

"Observation?" The man sneered. "Are you kidding? The power he possesses now is almost comparable to that of the gods, and even stronger than some gods. How dare I approach him?"

"Damn it! Don't tell me, you haven't gotten any information for more than half a year." Anthea frowned subconsciously.

The man seemed to be afraid of the power possessed by the witch, carefully kept a safe distance, and quibbled in a low voice: "It can't be regarded as nothing! At least I know that he will disappear out of thin air every once in a while, as if by some kind of incredible, incomprehensible The power summoned by him disappeared directly into the sight. In addition, I witnessed his battles with angels, demons and Faust in the fragmented world, which should satisfy your desire for discovery."

"Wait! You said he would disappear out of thin air? Can you describe the scene at that time?" Ancia narrowed her eyes, strands of silver-white silk threads undulating around her.

"There's nothing to describe! Anyway, I feel that there is a will that is completely indescribable. Even I can't move. I can only wait for that will to leave." The man gave the answer straightforwardly.

He is not a wizard, nor is he a learning ability user, but a different kind of life from the gap between the world of the living and the dead. His understanding of magic knowledge is limited to how to hide himself and kill the other party.

The witch stood up from the chair on tiptoe and kept walking around the room. After seven or eight minutes, the corner of her mouth turned up and a faint smile appeared, and she said to herself: "It really is him! That's right! It seems that I need to meet with him and give that thing to him. After all, he is chosen by fate, if I can get close to him, I can get more power of fate..."

"Close? Are you sure you want to get close to such a dangerous guy? You must know that he has destroyed a whole fragmented world, and even necromancers like Faust are no match for him." The man warned with a look of surprise.

In his impression, Anthea has always been a very quiet person who hates trouble. She often does divination for others, and if she senses any danger, she will immediately choose to give up.

But today, this witch actually changed her normal routine and wanted to get close to a dangerous person who could be labeled as bloodthirsty, cruel, and ruthless.

"No, you don't understand, the gears of fate have already begun to speed up, and it won't be long before it will roll forward like a chariot, crushing all obstacles that dare to block its way forward. Many people will die by then, There will be more people fighting each other, and a huge crisis will hang over everyone. Only the lucky ones who have enough power of fate will be able to escape. Remember the prophecy I accidentally made when I was ten years old? Sleeping The gods will wake up in the next millennium, and they will use their own life and blood to create monsters that surpass everything..."

Chapter 687 No.14

At night, when New York was once again shrouded in darkness, Zhang Cheng finally returned to the urban area in that cheap second-hand car.

But before he could decide whether to get rid of the two cars that might cause trouble first, or go back to the Long Island villa first, he suddenly saw a familiar figure standing beside the empty road, and the other party was still facing him. Keep waving with a smile.

In the trend of curiosity, he immediately stepped on the brakes and asked in an uncertain tone: "Ms. Ancia? Are you waiting for me specially?"

"That's right! I have some very important matters that I would like to discuss with you alone." The Prophecy Witch nodded without thinking.

Obviously, for her who has the power of destiny, predicting where someone will appear in advance is basically as easy as eating and drinking.

"Oh? How important is it?" Zhang Cheng asked calmly.

After all, the only person in the entire New York state that he can't see through right now is this woman who usually lives reclusively and is almost kept in a semi-isolated state from the outside world.

Of course, there is another point that he has a strong rejection and distrust of prophecy magic in his bones. Although he is not a novice who knows nothing, it is not much better, so he never likes to be like other people. , When encountering troubles and problems, spend a lot of money to do divination.

In fact, he trusts information and intelligence obtained through searching, searching and deduction more than prophecy or divination.

This is like some old-fashioned heterogeneous people in the underground world who extremely reject modern technological products. There is no logic or reason, and it is just unacceptable for subjective ideology.

Ancia obviously knew very well what kind of prejudice this young man exuding powerful magical energy had towards prophecy spells. He shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and took out a strangely shaped stone from the white handbag. : "Did you see it? This is a mold used to cast the key to open the seal. It was held by another man who is very similar to you a long time ago. I believe you should understand what I want to express."

"Mold? Key? Seal? You seem to know some secrets that you shouldn't know, don't you?" Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed with a dangerous light, and he subconsciously grasped the supreme authority.

"Please don't be nervous! I'm not your enemy! On the contrary, I'm your ally, a truly intimate ally." The witch noticed the small movement just now, and her pupils shrank violently.

But unfortunately, the precious quality of trust has long been abandoned by Zhang Cheng. Not only did he not let go of his supreme authority, but he also opened the door and jumped out of the cab, advancing step by step: "Explain! I need a very Convincing explanation, you better not spend too much time, because my patience has never been very good."

"Walent! Are you familiar with this name?" Ancia quickly threw out a name.