Spellcasting Heavens

There is no hesitation, no hesitation, there is only a strong desire for power...

After confirming that killing the criminals could complete the task, Zhang Cheng completely transformed himself into a messenger of the god of death, killing one prisoner after another mercilessly. In just over an hour, the floor of the lowest cell was covered with dark red blood plasma. .

Although most of the corpses had already been dragged away, the pungent bloody smell could not be concealed.

Looking at the fearful expressions on the faces of the guards waiting outside, he knew that he had probably classified Zhang Cheng into the category of perversion and neurosis.

After all, a normal person wouldn’t spend more than fifty golden dragons to go to the prison to slaughter prisoners when he had nothing to do, nor would he still maintain an extremely indifferent attitude after seeing so many deaths, as if the killings were not alive. man, but a herd of livestock.

Of course, in a way, he was not wrong at all.

Zhang Cheng has always subconsciously refused to admit that these worlds really exist. Although he didn't realize it, it was most vividly shown in his attitude towards people, that is, not treating people as people.

It is estimated that in his eyes, all the current experiences are just a thrilling game. Everyone except himself is NPC. The meaning of existence is to provide himself with tasks or upgrades. Experience.

It was this strange mental state that made him not have any mental burden at all when he started to kill, because he never regarded the dead guy as the same kind.

Hu-hu-hu-

With a violent breath, Zhang Cheng finally slashed the last prisoner under the sword, leaned against the wall to recover his strength, and looked down at the task on the sheepskin.

I saw the words on it: Mission - Swordsmanship, kill 50/50 opponents, initially master basic mercenary swordsmanship, evaluate opportunistically, and randomly select a melee professional template.

moment!

A disc-shaped pattern filled with various marks suddenly appeared on the paper and began to rotate at an extremely fast speed.

You don't need to ask to know that each mark represents a melee class in a certain world. As for what it represents, he himself is not very clear.

After only ten seconds, the disc slowly stopped, and the black pointer stayed on a shield pattern with a long sword inserted.

Before Zhang Cheng could figure out what kind of profession this was, a powerful and evil force emerged through the parchment, transforming every inch of muscle and bone.

In the blink of an eye, the originally slightly thin body grew into strong muscles, and at the same time, there were a lot of fighting skills in his mind, as well as the knowledge of skilled use of various weapons and armors.

When all this was completed, a small line of small words appeared on the parchment: The random selection is completed, and you have obtained the melee professional template-Dark Guard.

Dark Guard? Isn't this an advanced class in the game Neverwinter Nights? Zhang Cheng subconsciously frowned and whispered.

Simply put, the Dark Guardian is the opposite of the basic class in the Dungeons and Dragons rules, the Paladin.

If the latter is the incarnation of order, goodness and virtue, then the former is the defender of evil and tyranny. They not only have powerful melee combat skills, but also can cast many evil spell-like abilities, such as smashing goodness, detecting goodness , Summoning Infernal Servants, Awakening the Undead, Blessings of Darkness, Enchanted Weapons, Aura of Despair, and more.

However, as the most advanced Dark Guardian, he has not been able to use any of the above spell-like abilities for the time being, he just learned how to poison weapons.

But compared to before he obtained the professional template, his melee combat ability has undoubtedly been greatly improved. At least now, facing a veteran mercenary like Blanco, he no longer has to play those little tricks.

Just as he wiped off the blood on the long sword and was about to leave, the parchment suddenly added a line of small words out of thin air: Mission - Tournament.

Use everything you can to win the championship at the upcoming competition. If you succeed, you will upgrade the Dark Guardian profession to the second level, and at the same time, you will be rewarded with a set of exclusive armor and weapons. If you fail, you will permanently disable the Dark Guardian's subsequent upgrades.

Humph! It's exactly what I want. Zhang Cheng sneered, took out a golden dragon and threw it at the jailer who had carried his body for a long time, and then left the eerie dungeon without looking back...

At the same time, Petyr Baelish the Little Finger was sitting in the room, playing with a signet ring that symbolized his aristocratic status, and asked his subordinates standing in front of him without raising his head: Are you sure about this one? Nobody knows about it?

Yes, my lord. This guy named Mason has been forced to owe a lot of debt because of his life. Even if someone noticed something, he would never suspect us. He passed away three years ago, so theoretically no one in King's Landing knows him. The man with a moustache replied in a low voice.

Baelish nodded with satisfaction: Very good, you have done a good job in this matter, now go down and have a good rest, I will pay you the reward later.

The man with a moustache stooped and bowed: Thank you for your generosity. But before I leave, allow me to take the liberty to ask, do you plan to sell this hard-won aristocratic status?

No, strictly speaking, I did not sell it, but made an investment. Baelish explained with a smile.

Invest? You mean...

Shh! Don't say it, I'm going to give Varys a big surprise.

When saying this, Littlefinger's eyes were full of smiles, as if he was expecting something.

As a careerist and conspirator, he has always regarded dead eunuchs who secretly collected various intelligence as potential opponents and enemies. Now he suddenly discovered that someone could pose a huge threat to him, how could he not make good use of it.

Hehe, I understand, farewell.

Moustache smiled knowingly, turned and left the room, picked up a prostitute and ran to the second floor, and it didn't take long for a fierce cracking sound.

Baelish touched his chin and said to himself in a voice that only he could hear: So dear Varys, how would you react when you learn that there is a young man with magical powers in King's Landing? People look forward to it...

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly took out a piece of paper, scribbled a small line on it, then stuffed it into the letterbox together with the ring, and handed it to the attendant squatting at the door.

The latter said nothing, ran to the top of the building and released a raven.

About ten minutes later, Zhang Cheng, who had just returned to his residence, got the mailbox sent by the housekeeper, opened the sealed lid, and immediately saw the note that read: My young friend, your name will be yours from today onwards. It's called Mason Asprin, and I'll send someone over with the details later.