Casting spells

He really wanted to see those gods who were scared by him and hid trembling back then, would they welcome him with open arms, or would they besiege in fury?

Just thinking about it makes me look forward to it!

As for whether he would be beaten to death by the gods, he didn't care.

Anyway, this body is not his own, at worst it will self-destruct and drag all the enemies to be buried with him.

"Divine spells? You can bestow divine spells on priests!" Valindra's eyes widened in disbelief.

According to the standards of Faerun Continent, whether it is a demon lord or a devil duke, being able to bestow divine spells means possessing the power equivalent to that of a true god.

"Why, do you find it strange? In terms of energy conversion efficiency, I am not comparable to those garbage gods. If they can convert one unit of divine power from one believer every day, then I can convert ten Unit. No one in this world knows how to use transformation energy better than me."

While saying these words, Zhang Cheng took the initiative to stretch out his right hand, and a burst of scorching divine power burst out of his palm.

It burns so violently and dazzlingly, far exceeding the limit of the fire that most gods can condense.

Seeing this scene, Valindra immediately knelt down on one knee and said in an extremely fanatical tone: "Master! Please grant me this flame! I am willing to be your believer, your spokesperson and voter walking in the material world."

"Hehe! You are really smart! Divine fire is the purest essence of a god. Mortals who obtain it can not only have all kinds of powerful spell-like abilities, but also have a nearly unlimited lifespan. Since you want to , then I'll give it to you..."

The voice just fell!

The white fire of divine power poured into Valindra's body in an instant, burning her skin and internal organs crazily...

Chapter 925 Creator Race Must Die

Three days passed in a flash.

When Luskan's army came out in full force, the situation in the entire Northland changed suddenly. Countless towns and villages were nervously watching their marching route, for fear of accidentally becoming the target of attack.

Relying on the unparalleled quantity and quality of troops, Luskan is no longer the doormat that is often beaten by the Lords Alliance, but a completely militarized trading empire, except for the Silvermoon Alliance in the east and Waterdeep City in the south, There is simply no third city that can match it.

When the vanguard of the army arrived at the outskirts of the Neverwinter Forest, the lords of Waterdeep City finally couldn't sit still, and immediately held an emergency meeting overnight to discuss how to stop their ambition to annex Neverwinter City.

You must know that even an idiot can see that the plague-ravaged Neverwinter City has long since been powerless to resist Luskan.

What's more, their traditional allies Lord Nasir and the Church of the God of Justice were expelled by angry people, and now they can only hide in the castle with shameless faces.

"We must send troops! Otherwise, Waterdeep City will lose not only a barrier, but also countless trades. Luskan's fleet will be like a sharp dagger, reaching the merchants' throats." A masked lord Stand up and speak out.

"Damn it! We don't have that many soldiers right now, let alone recruit an army strong enough to confront Luskan head-on." Another lord cursed while holding his forehead, gnashing his teeth.

"Borrow then! Borrow from merchants and mages! Use our future tax dollars as collateral!"

"That's right! We must fight this war! And we must win! Otherwise, let Luskan continue to expand, and soon the entire Sword Sea will be annexed by them, and then an evil empire will be born."

"Are you idiots? Knowing the dire consequences of mortgage taxes?"

"Taxes cannot be mortgaged! Otherwise, we will have no money to pay the soldiers and maintain the fragile order of the city."

……

Just as the lords were arguing endlessly, the closed door suddenly opened with a bang.

I saw a 30-year-old officer running in panting, shouting at everyone present: "No...it's not good! Luskan's fleet is attacking our port!"

"What... what?! Say it again!" The lord who was the first to speak stood up abruptly, his tone full of shock and anger.

"Luskan's fleet is launching an attack on the port area! They have successfully destroyed and seized all the ships in the bay, and they are estimated to have landed and started looting the surrounding warehouses and houses." The officer hurriedly said in the fastest and most concise language Say what you know.

"Bastard! How dare they?"

"War! Luskan is declaring war on Waterdeep City! Declaring war on the entire Lords Alliance!"

"Call out the army immediately and drive these damned robbers into the sea!"

"Everyone! We have no way out! Come on, let go of all burdens and let Luskan see the iron fist of justice."

"Call all the lords of the entire Northland! It's time to form a large-scale coalition army and teach them a lesson!"

……

It has to be said that Waterdeep City, as a superior geographical location, does have a profound foundation. In less than two hours, more than [-] troops and several adventurers were recruited, and they began to wipe out Luskan, who was called an army but was actually a pirate. navy.

Seeing his subordinates retreating steadily, Ian put away the binoculars without haste, smiled and said to his adjutant: "Blow the horn and let everyone retreat, our goal has been achieved."

"The goal has been achieved?" The adjutant blinked in confusion.

"That's right! We have only two missions going south. One is to destroy the ships and force them to go to Neverwinter from land. The other is to anger the lords of Waterdeep City and let them gather more troops." Yi En explained casually.

"Sorry, sir, I don't quite understand the meaning of this."

"You don't need to know too much, just remember to obey the orders. What the master wants is not just to defeat Waterdeep City, his goal is much grander than you imagine."

While saying these words, a silver-white flame flashed in Ian's eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was expecting something.

At the same time, Mandan Manor in Neverwinter City also welcomed a special guest, a tall human male wearing chain mail.He has lost his right wrist and has bloody gauze wrapped around one eye.

"Ah, this is really a rare visitor. I really can't believe that after the turbulent years, you dare to come to the mortal world." Zhang Cheng teased pretending to be surprised.

Because the person who came was not a mortal at all, but the saint of Tyre, the god of justice, a real god.

"You are not a mortal! You are a demigod? No, no, you are not a demigod. You have not obtained the priesthood, but you already know how to use the power of faith. Who are you?" The saint of the God of Justice asked with a serious expression road.

"Is it important who I am? The name is just a code name. When the seat belonging to me appears in the Pantheon, the gods will know it immediately. I am curious, what makes you willing to take a huge risk to come here?" To the material world, is it because I expelled your church?" Zhang Cheng didn't feel nervous or afraid at all, but instead offered to pour a glass of fine wine for the other party.

He could feel that the other party didn't come to cause trouble at all, but just wanted to see who ruined his plan.

That's right!

The terrible plague that swept across the entire Neverwinter city was just a trivial matter in the eyes of the God of Justice. What he really cared about was the creator race hidden in the dark.

For the human pantheon of Faerun, these reptile creatures, which are older than most of the gods, should never wake up from their deep sleep again, let alone reappear in this world.

Especially the astonishingly powerful primitive magic, which is a huge and incomparable threat even to the gods.

So the creator race must die!

The sage of Tire picked up his cup, took a sip of the slightly sour red liquid, and shook his head slightly: "No! You didn't use divine power in this game, so I won't disobey the God of God The rules set by His Majesty Io. I came because of another matter, a matter that even the gods are paying attention to, and that is the recovery of the creator race. You should feel the terrible power that those reptiles have. "

"You want me to destroy them?" Zhang Cheng tentatively asked.

"Yes! As long as you promise to do this, I promise that no god will interfere in the entire pantheon."

"Okay! Leave it to me! I will let those cute little reptiles understand how pathetic and beyond their control their plans are..."

Chapter 926 They Are Useless