Spellcasting Heavens

The distance of one hundred meters is not long, and it is over in just ten seconds.

When Zhang Cheng stepped on the shore, most of the island had completely disappeared, and the silver lake was gradually fragmented. A large amount of lake water seemed to have lost control, splashing in all directions in the vast white world. The beautiful scene was enough to make Anyone who sees it is amazed and moved.

But unfortunately, in this touching picture, there is an extremely inconsistent creature that is constantly twisting its body and making whining sounds.

The big eye located directly in front of the body constantly releases messages of despair and pleading.

There is no doubt that this strange fish does not want to die. It longs to live, even if it is as a tool, a pet trapped around the overlord's corpse.

Unfortunately, Zhang Cheng rejected the other party very cold-bloodedly, and just stood on the shore, quietly watching the strange fish's body disappear little by little, no matter how he begged, roared, or struggled, he remained unmoved.

He has seen too much pain, too much death, too much destruction and killing.

Not to mention a mere ugly strange fish, even if those who once cared about stood in the way, he would kick them away without mercy.

After the last bits of the strange fish had disappeared, Zhang Cheng carried the body, which was only the size of a medium-sized dog, and slowly returned to the previously agreed-upon meeting place.

You...what are you holding in your hand?!

The furbolg lying on the ground undoubtedly noticed something. He suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.

This? As you can see, it's just a corpse. Zhang Cheng smiled and shook the trophy in his hand.

No! You...you actually dare to desecrate the overlord's remains? The furbolg quickly backed away, with boundless fear in his eyes.

Blasphemy? I didn't expect you to be able to use such advanced vocabulary now. As a master, I am very pleased. Don't worry, it is just a corpse. No matter how powerful it was in life, it is just a lifeless one now. Remains. Next, I have to find a safe place to stay for a while. Do you have any good recommendations?

Zhang Cheng asked as he made a big backpack, stuffed the body into it and carried it behind his back.

Research requires silence and no interruptions.

In this world where accidents can happen at any time,

It is quite difficult to find such a place.

Because all living things have an innate talent, or instinct, that can sense how many other lives besides themselves are located at a distance.

So no matter where you hide, you can't avoid trouble.

No, no, no, you lunatic, I want to leave, you are too dangerous.

The furbolg's reaction seemed to be quite violent. After struggling for a moment, he immediately turned around and ran wildly, escaping out of sight in the blink of an eye.

Watching this pet that had almost returned to its original size run away, Zhang Cheng neither stopped nor chased him. He just smiled, shrugged his shoulders and sighed: What a coward. Well, as a reward for taking me to As a reward for this place, I won’t kill you. Now, where should I find a safe place to conduct research.”

…

Just as Zhang Cheng was deep in thought with precious experimental materials, in another unknown corner, Gru, who abandoned everything, also reshaped himself in the spiritual world.

Since it was the first time he arrived, he was full of curiosity and surprise in this vast white world.

After a while, it tried to build a small home field of its own, and even created countless metal beetles that were exactly the same as those in the material world.

Try, understand, construct, and create. It is not too difficult for the master who once mastered the supreme truth of the material universe to adapt to the spiritual world.

The really difficult part is letting go of the past, the powerful power and near-immortal life that you once had.

Gru had already bravely taken the first step, so he quickly mastered the second step.

The most important thing is that he found the things left by several neutral faction leaders not far from him, and he also understood that these guys were probably in danger.

Out of an unknown feeling, he carefully picked up the remaining things. Just as he was about to take them away, a black shadow suddenly emerged from the ground and asked in a surprised voice: Gru?! You Is it Gru, the Lord of Chaos?”

Yes, it's me, you are...

Looking at the blurry figure of the other party, Gru felt a sense of familiarity.

It's me! Mort of the Neutral Ring. The black shadow slowly revealed his true form.

He has no feet, no legs, not even a body or torso. All he has is the black spiritual power that permeates the surroundings.

How did you become like this? What happened? Gru's tone was full of curiosity.

The black shadow who called himself Mote smiled bitterly and shook his head: Oh, forget it, we were careless. To be precise, we underestimated the madness of that guy. Now in the entire neutral ring, I am the only one left alive, and It’s such an ugly and mean gesture.”

Did he really kill ten of you by himself?!

Yes! Although we used unconventional means, I have to admit that we failed. We failed very completely.

Then what you look like now is...

I hesitated! I failed to abandon the identity of the master at the first time, and a small problem occurred during the transformation process. This black color is a manifestation of being cursed and rejected by the spiritual world. Imagine being rejected by the entire world. You will understand what kind of feeling I am in now. Mote explained with a bitter look on his face.

Gru nodded thoughtfully: I see... He opened the door to the spiritual world, exposing all of you to the impact of spiritual power. So what are your plans next?

Plan? What other plans can I have for a person who has been cursed by the world? First find a way to survive. If possible, I think we can temporarily put aside the unpleasant past and choose to join forces. In any case, we all come from the material universe. , is the supreme master of that world, isn't it?

As he spoke, Mote took the initiative and stretched out a vague black arm.

Sorry, I need a moment to think about it.

But Gru was obviously very cautious, staring at the black hand vigilantly, and refused to let the other party touch him.

His keen sixth sense made him realize that that hand was probably very dangerous, and something bad would happen if he touched it.