Spellcasting Heavens

They're smart, aren't they?

Standing on the top floor of the tower, Zhang Cheng watched the battle happening on the bottom floor through the magic mirror without turning his head to ask Aarons who was standing at the door.

The young man visibly hesitated and quickly responded: Yes, Master. If nothing else, they should all be soldiers from the nearest city here, and the leader is a noble knight. And those spell casters, They are the top brass of the Spellcasters Guild.

Oh? So your friends have successfully returned to the civilized world and spread the news? Zhang Cheng touched his chin with interest, a chilling light shining in his eyes.

That's right! If nothing else, these people should be here for all kinds of powerful magic items and huge wealth. Aarons reminded carefully.

As a servant who has lived in this tower for more than a month, he knows better than anyone how terrifying the mysterious tower owner in front of him is.

Not to mention anything else, among the many legendary magics recorded in the library alone, there are at least thousands of them that can easily destroy a city or even a country, turning hundreds of thousands of square kilometers of land into ashes.

Although he is far from meeting the minimum requirements for learning these powerful magics, he understands that since the library management has records of these spells, it is impossible for the tower master to not know them.

This also means that once the stupid and greedy nobles in their hometown anger each other, the entire city may be razed to the ground.

But what's interesting is that Zhang Cheng obviously didn't take this little greed to heart, and smiled nonchalantly: It doesn't matter! As long as they can pass the game, I don't mind giving them everything they want. But you have to remember Live, the premise is to survive...

The words just fell!

Those monsters that were knocked to the ground by magic and cut into pieces by swords suddenly opened their mouths and spewed out clouds of black smoke, swarming towards the nearest unlucky guy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, a large amount of black smoke poured into the bodies of the soldiers one after another. In less than a minute or two, their eyeballs turned completely black, and at the same time they exuded a terrifying breath of death. They turned around and pounced on others, opening their mouths wildly. Biting the opponent's throat and face, even if the body was pierced by a sharp blade, he did not flinch at all.

Damn! What the hell is this?! The leading knight's eyes widened, revealing undisguised panic and fear.

Maybe he is not afraid of powerful monsters, but he is completely at a loss for this mysterious power that is far beyond his understanding.

Hold on! This should be some kind of revenant creature! Give us some time to cast the spell! The oldest spellcaster shouted at the top of his lungs.

Compared with warriors who have very weak energy perception, they can feel the extremely rich death energy best, and understand that once the black smoke pours into the body, it will not only be as simple as death, but even the soul will be swallowed together, becoming part of death.

die!

The most extreme and pure death!

Obviously, when Zhang Cheng created these creatures, he added part of his understanding of the rules to make them difficult to actually kill.

Not long after, nearly half of the team became pitiful victims and disappeared from this world forever.

Seeing this scene, Aarons shivered subconsciously, his eyes showing deep awe and fear.

Because at this moment,

Only then did he realize how lucky his original team was. They had never encountered such a difficult opponent, otherwise it would have been impossible to leave alive.

Just when the number of these elite soldiers was getting smaller and smaller, and they were about to be annihilated, the leading knight finally collapsed and couldn't help shouting: Stop! Stop quickly! We surrender!

Admit defeat? Sorry, there is no such option. Zhang Cheng ruthlessly refused the other party's surrender.

No!!!! I am the messenger sent by the lord! You can't kill me! Otherwise he won't let you go! The knight tried to hold on to his own life through threats and intimidation.

Then let him come! I welcome more people to join this game!

No!!!! You madman! Devil! Ahhh!!!!!!!

Accompanied by ear-piercing screams, the knight was finally swallowed up by the power of death and became a member of the walking dead.

As for the three spell casters, they are now completely surrounded. They don't even dare to move, for fear of accidentally causing death. They stay where they are, praying that the owner of the tower will look out for the other spell casters. For the sake of sparing my own life.

Seeing the walking corpses occupied by death energy moving forward, Aarons could no longer hold back and immediately said: Master, the remaining three people are all members of the Spellcasters Guild. I suggest you the best It’s not good to kill them, but to ask them clearly first.”

Because the old man among them was the mentor who led him into the magic palace in the past. Regardless of whether it is emotional or rational, you must stand up and try to intercede.

Spellcasters Guild? A strange expression appeared on Zhang Cheng's face.

Yes! The Spellcasters Guild! This is a neutral organization across the continent. It is usually managed by the most powerful and famous local spellcasters and rarely gets involved in political, military and other events. They may just want to communicate with you. Let’s meet up, or discuss whether we can exchange some magic knowledge and materials with each other.” The young man explained quickly.

Okay! Then I'll leave this matter to you. Don't let me down, otherwise you should know how serious the consequences are.

After saying these meaningful words, Zhang Cheng waved his hand and drove the young man out of the upper level of the tower.

Aarons' eyes only felt dazzled, and the next second he appeared on the ground floor out of thin air.

The old man spotted him immediately and immediately stood up excitedly and shouted: Arons! Help us!

Of course, dear mentor. The young man calmed down the tension in his heart a little, and then ordered to the monsters surrounding him: Everyone, stand down! Your mission is over!

Roar!!!!

Whether it was the walking dead or the monsters, they all let out low and hoarse roars, quickly turned around and disappeared at the end of the passage.

Watching these terrifying guys gradually go away, the old man finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat on his forehead and cheeks with his wide sleeves, and sighed with a wry smile: I never thought that I would be saved by you one day. Can you tell me about this tower and what happened to you? I can feel that your magic power now far exceeds mine, and is even as good as the president.

Of course, mentor. But before that, you should go to the kitchen with me and we will eat and talk.

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