Spellcasting Heavens

Maybe I lack enough vision and insight, but this does not mean that I am an idiot. No ruler with a little sense will turn a blind eye to the powerful power hidden in the weak body of the spell caster. Tell me, you are sure to deal with it They? Kerwin narrowed his eyes and asked meaningfully.

This is not only testing the strength of the enemy's caster army, but also testing whether the ally in front of him is worth his efforts to win over.

You must know that in most countries and relatively wealthy areas in the world, rulers, whether they like it or not, will train or recruit a spell caster as their adviser and staff. On the one hand, they are responsible for making suggestions, and on the other hand, they are also to prevent Violation of magical power.

It is both tradition and an art of political compromise, giving the caster trust and power in exchange for their loyalty.

Although every ruler knows that this kind of loyalty is very limited, let alone sacrificing one's life for the employer, the other party will disappear immediately even if it is slightly dangerous.

But no matter what, having the effect of a spellcaster and not having the effect of a spellcaster are definitely two different concepts. The former has basically no good way to deal with the threat of magical power, but the latter can deter some attempts by just putting on the name. Enemies who plot plots.

Obviously, Kerwin is currently in a state where he has no allegiance from the caster.

Whether it is Iseult and others who control the spellcasters' guild, or the businessman's son who looks down on him from the bottom of his heart, they are not following Zhang Cheng's orders in essence. The positions of both parties are actually equal, and there is no one who is. To whom do you belong.

But as an ambitious tyrant, he is even more eager to have a group of spellcasters who obey his orders.

Maybe Iseult can't swear allegiance, but that doesn't mean that his subordinates and apprentices can't.

The old man undoubtedly knew what the other party was planning, and responded with a half-smile: Don't worry, I have made corresponding arrangements. In the face of the vast knowledge given by the master, the enemy's ridiculous magic has no chance to be used. .If they dare to chant a spell, I guarantee it will be the last time a sound comes out of their throats in their lives.

It sounds very interesting, so I'll wait and see. Kerwin stroked the thick beard on his chin, a trace of amusement flashing in his eyes.

This is our responsibility, and it is also our obligation. Isolt pretended to bow slightly, then returned to the group of spellcasters and winked at the other two accomplices.

The latter soon led the apprentices into a circle,

Gently cut his finger and let the blood slowly drip down under his feet.

In the blink of an eye, a dark red light followed the circular trajectory and continuously carved symbols one after another that exuded a strong evil aura.

When the last symbol was completed, the entire sky suddenly dimmed, and a pair of eyes seemed to be hidden in the thick black clouds, looking down at all living beings.

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Oh - my God! What... is this? Some kind of evil summoning ritual? The supreme commander of the kingdom's army couldn't help but gasped.

After all, the current situation of being surrounded by enemies is bad enough. If there is another evil magic ritual, no one present can expect to survive, let alone negotiate and pay a ransom to escape safely.

Your Majesty the Earl! I think you have prepared for the worst now! This is an extremely powerful and evil magic ritual! I don't know what its specific function is, but once it is activated, it will definitely cause shocking casualties. An old man wearing a bright red robe reminded with a solemn expression.

Magic ritual? Damn it! These rebels who live in the magic desert all year round can actually find enough spellcasters to form a legion? The middle-aged man known as the Earl's tone was full of absurdity and disbelief.

In his eyes, this counterinsurgency should be just a joyful journey to gain military merit, honor, and reputation. The western province, which had always been backward, had no strength to resist the elites from the center of the kingdom.

But now, a nightmare has turned into a cruel reality.

Just when the old man in the bright red robe was about to say something, the black clouds in the sky suddenly glowed with a strange red light.

The next second...

boom!

Black lightning fell from the sky and thundered in the center of the kingdom's defense formation.

More than thirty spellcasters instantly fell into an unparalleled state of madness. Some of the enemies and friends began to release the most powerful destructive spells they had mastered. The chaos caused in just a few minutes was worth the casualties caused by tens of thousands of cavalry following the chase. the total.

What's even more frightening is that when they fall into madness, their affinity for magical energy increases by more than three to five times, and the power and quantity of spells released are also stronger than usual, so that the remaining people who are lucky enough to escape can't stop it at all. .

With deafening thunder echoing over the battlefield, red rain like blood flooded the Kingdom's army positions.

Anyone who accidentally let rainwater flow into their eyes, nose, and mouth would, like the previous casters, begin to attack their companions like crazy, and some parts of their bodies would undergo mutations.

Standing high in the sky and watching the chaotic scene of demons dancing below, Zhang Cheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly and murmured to himself in a voice that only he could hear: Feel the power of chaos! It is the origin of the universe! It is the beginning of all matter and energy. And the end. Today, I will use your blood and soul to plant the seeds of chaos, and then let it take root and sprout on this planet, and eventually grow into a towering tree, a tree that only belongs to me...

The words just fell!

He raised his right hand to resonate with the power of chaos below that had begun to awaken and boil. After a while, crazy thoughts and thoughts quickly spread among mortals.

Nothing can stop this primal urge!

Those personal willpowers that are almost mythical are like dams built with sand in the face of chaos, and they all collapse with just a slight rush.

The soldiers who fell into chaos had no sense at all. Some of them killed their companions, some tortured and abused themselves crazily, and some lay on the ground and tore apart the dead bodies, removing pieces of bloody flesh from them. Guts swallow the belly.

As long as you can't think of it, there is no extraordinary behavior that these people can't do.

The power of Chaos was so terrifying that some of Kerwin's men began to be affected, exuding an aura of madness...