Spellcasting Heavens

Gru left just as he came, without disturbing anyone and quietly without making a sound.

But Zhang Cheng knew that this master who looked like a large beetle would never keep secrets for him.

It won't be long before his crazy plan will be known to the masters of the Chaos factions, and these masters will definitely take action to either stop or support it.

In any case, he personally started the war, making the already crisis-ridden universe even more dangerous.

But he didn't regret it, and he even forgot what regret felt like a long time ago.

With constant self-affirmation on the way forward, he, like most masters, has become absolutely conceited. Even if he is wrong, he will make the mistake to the end, kill all the people who are right, and then he will be right.

That’s right!

Does it sound a bit like the famous saying of Bismarck, the iron-blooded prime minister, that the truth is always within the range of the cannon?

But in fact, the master is indeed such a special life that exists between the objective and the competent.

They not only represent some ultimate consciousness of the universe, but also use the supreme authority to transform the universe in order to maintain this continuous cycle.

This also means that if there is a master who can kill all other masters and then tamper with the rules bit by bit, then he can impose his wrong will on the entire universe.

Sometimes, Zhang Cheng even felt that the reason why the masters existed was not to maintain the status quo, but to fiercely compete with each other until the strongest one was determined and became the supreme ruler of the entire universe.

But now, for some reason, the masters seemed to have reached a microsecond peace agreement, and even completely banned research on how to kill each other.

This is neither in line with the laws of biological evolution nor in line with the inevitable result that even if there are only two intelligent beings left, they will have to prioritize.

You don't need to ask to know that Zhang Cheng is a person who hates peace, longs for war, longs for killing, and longs to hear the roar or scream of despair at the moment of death.

From the depths of his soul, he exudes the most primitive and deepest darkness, as if he is integrated with the dark universe.

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Just when Zhang Cheng was alone and deep in thought again, forty kilometers away from the Tiersburg River, the old general had led his army to the shore. He frowned and stared at the river blocked by sunken ships and stones, speaking in a heavy tone. Q: “How long will it take to clear out all this trash?”

The damn traitors have scuttled at least fifty ships, and the stones alone will take weeks to clear. What's more, we don't have any tools, so we probably won't be able to finish the job in two or three months with just our hands. An adjutant said dejectedly. Give the answer.

There is no way not to feel downcast!

Looking at the soldiers standing on the river bank in the back, staring blankly at the vast swamps with abundant water and grass, you can see how heavy a blow this insidious move has brought to the army that originally had high morale.

In their expectation, a ragtag crowd like the nobles could quickly capture the castle even if it only took two or three days to hold on, and then it would be time for the much-loved legal robbery.

In particular, the private property of the rebel nobles is no longer protected by law. Valuable properties such as land, castles, and gold coins must naturally be turned over to the national treasury, but silver coins, cloth, statues, decorations, etc., can all be divided up privately by the soldiers.

But now, luckily, before reaching the destination, the other party has already blocked the convenient waterway.

If nothing else goes wrong, the only place they can go next is the dangerous swamp.

Staring at the protrusions like stones on the river bank, the old general sighed helplessly: Alas! Crossing the swamp, we will lose at least one-third of our soldiers, even those steel soldiers with powerful combat capabilities. Puppet. But if we stay and wait for the river channel to be cleared, we will undoubtedly lose the opportunity to fight this war and allow the enemy to make arrangements calmly.

You are right! Please make a decision now. No matter what, we must continue to fulfill our accusations and bring a brilliant victory to Her Majesty the Queen. The adjutant slapped his chest hard and said seriously. A gift.

Just when the old general hesitated and wanted to give the order to cross the swamp, a portal suddenly appeared out of thin air.

The next second...

Iseult walked out from the other side holding a staff.

He first observed the surrounding situation, and then said in a half-joking tone: Dear General, I think you must be worried about how to reach your destination now, right?

Of course, respected chief mage of the palace. What, do you have any good ideas? There was a trace of strong expectation on the old general's face.

After all, spell casters are always mysterious and powerful, and spells can do countless things that normal people cannot do.

Methods? No, I don't have any good ideas. It will take a long time to clear so many shipwrecks and rocks at once, even if a legion of spellcasters are used. But just because the river can't be cleared doesn't mean there's nothing we can do. The army is approaching. If you don't mind, I hope to talk to you alone. As he said that, Iseult glanced at the adjutant who was close at hand.

The latter was quite sensible and bowed immediately and left without saying anything.

After he was completely gone, Iseult explained with a half-smile: Actually, you don't have to worry about marching. Her Majesty the Queen has already prepared a large army for you, and it can appear directly in Tires at any time. In front of the gate of the fort. Right now, the only thing you have to do is to work with me to destroy the rising confidence of the rebels. Let them understand how miserable the fate of traitors will be.

There's another big army? How come I've never heard of it! The old general stood stunned.

You must know that he is one of the few confidants of the young queen, and he almost knows the mobilization and stationing status of every army in the kingdom.

Hahahaha! This army is a little bit special! Only the queen and I know about it. It is a sharp blade that can hit the enemy's vital points at any time. It will not be used unless it is absolutely necessary. Come on, follow me Come, I will show you how different this army is. Trust me, you will like them...

After that, Iseult pulled the opponent's arm, quickly chanted a spell loudly, and slowly disappeared in place under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes.

When the old general recovered from the dizziness caused by the conveyor belt, he suddenly found that the solid city walls and gates of Tillsburg were directly in front of him...

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