Accompanied by the crisp sound of the collision of weapons and the scattering of golden sparks, the two extra gravel swords in Nahiri's hand collided with the sword burning with black flames in Grea's hand.
"Ma'am, what do you mean?"
The Prince of Darkness subconsciously frowned and asked.
As a rational person, he obviously did not understand or understand why the other party would attack him when they first met.
"Haha, didn't your father tell you? Is this how I say hello?"
Nahiri grinned with a slightly excited smile.
"How to say hello?"
Greya couldn't understand the brain circuit of the obviously crazy woman in front of her.
Nahiri nodded without thinking: "That's right!
When your father and I first met, we also got to know each other through the sword in our hands.
Although he was still a little immature at that time, I have to say that it was indeed a very pleasant exchange, and it also established the alliance between us.
In my opinion, this world is full of lies, deceit, disguise and betrayal.
But there is one thing that cannot lie, and that is the sword in your hand.
Because when facing a fatal threat, a person will inevitably expose his truest thoughts.
So now please use the sword in your hand to build a trusting relationship with me.
After all, we will become allies fighting side by side, right?"
"So you just want to fight with me because of your willfulness?"
The corners of Greya's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably, obviously not believing a single word of the nonsense he just said.
In his opinion, this planeswalker senior, who was much older than his father, was essentially a lunatic who was mentally and psychologically abnormal just like Isadora.
It's just that the Lithomancer Nahiri doesn't seem to be crazy enough, and she still maintains some rationality and complete thinking logic.
As for Isadora…
The Prince of Darkness felt that no one except his father could truly control this woman who was completely trapped in chaos full of uncertainty and randomness.
"It doesn't matter how you interpret it. You can't avoid this battle anyway."
After saying that, Nahiri used her best conglomerate magic to raise a stone pillar under her feet, then jumped over Greia's head and launched an attack on the back from an extremely tricky angle.
Her unique body and sword skills, which are nimble and able to find the point of stress at any time, made the Prince of Darkness panic in just a few seconds.
Despite being a quasi-god, Grea is gifted with many very powerful melee feats.
You can even give yourself the level of a legendary warrior as needed, and you can also rely on magic and powerful perception to predict in advance.
But in front of Nahiri, these things that can easily crush mortals are of no use at all.
Because the opponent's heaven-defying sealing ability attached to the rock, which can be called a BUG level, completely blocks all abilities related to prediction and perception.
As for the warrior level and a large number of melee specialties, under the three-dimensional all-round attack without blind spots, the effect they can play is really very limited.
At this moment, Greya finally realized the value of the title "Ancient Planeswalker" and regretted not seriously studying swordsmanship with Zuo Si.
Otherwise, he would never be suppressed so miserably now.
You must know that in a sword duel with Nahiri, you not only need to guard against the two gravel swords, but you must also always be on guard and never be directly touched by them.
Otherwise, he will end up like Sorin Markov, being directly sealed and imprisoned and turned into a famous scenic spot for people to visit - Sorin Rock.
[Damn it! Shar, I need your help! 】
After being almost stabbed several times in a row, the Prince of Darkness felt that he could finally bear it no longer and began to seek help from the Goddess of Night.
You must know that today's Lithomancer is not the same as when he was just released from the prison many years ago.
With Zuo Si's help, she also greatly strengthened herself through many methods.
In addition, its spark characteristics can seal all energy and abilities, so the more you rely on magic and divine power, the easier it is to be restrained.
[Sorry, I can't help you now. After all, you only opened a small gap for me, and my divine power cannot be transmitted through such a small gap. 】
Shar acted helpless, but there was naked and undisguised schadenfreude in her voice.
After all, it’s rare to see Greya deflated.
What's more, she could feel that Nahiri had neither hostility nor murderous intentions, so even if she lost, it wouldn't be a big deal.
[I will release the restrictions for you! Stop talking nonsense! Give me your divine power! 】
Just as he was speaking, a gash suddenly appeared on the pale and handsome face of the Prince of Darkness, and dark red blood dripped down his cheek into the soil at his feet.
moment!
An extremely rich black color began to spread from the feet to the surroundings.
Even the sky seemed to be covered with a thin layer of black veil.
"This is?!!"
Such a strange phenomenon undoubtedly surprised Nahiri.
But Greia had no intention of explaining it. Instead, with the blessing of Shar's divine power, she completely integrated into the darkness.
Before the other party could react, he completely disappeared from sight.
The next second...
Nahiri suddenly felt a chill coming from behind, and subconsciously turned around to parry with the gravel sword in her hand.
boom!
I saw a ball of burning black flames crashing over at lightning speed.
The huge power contained in it forced her back several steps before she could barely stabilize her body.
But when Nahiri wanted to fight back, she discovered that there was nothing behind the black flame, just darkness and nothingness.
If she hadn't been able to sense that her spatial position had not changed at all through the Planeswalker Spark, she would have even thought that she was being pulled into the dark void.
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what happened?
Why did Greia disappear?
What happened to that weird attack just now?
Just when Nahiri was puzzled, the same attack came again for the second time.
But this time she was already prepared and placed a large number of rock tentacles around for sensing.
So the moment he entered the ten-meter radius, he turned around in advance, and saw a sight that he would never forget.
It was a virtual shadow completely constructed out of thin air by the power of darkness, without any entity at all.
Unlike the speculated invisibility or shadow hiding, Grea directly used the drop of blood that fell on the ground to completely dissolve herself into a huge dark barrier.
In other words, it is equivalent to being swallowed directly into the stomach. All the darkness around him and the burning black flames are all part of the body of the Prince of Darkness.
After realizing this, Nahiri immediately released the conglomerate magic to create a huge barrier, blocking out the violent black flames that followed. At the same time, she chuckled and joked: "If you are not good at swordsmanship, you want to pass through."
Is this a way of cheating to reverse the disadvantage? It seems that there is a big difference between you and your father. You must know that he did not use so many tricks as you did back then."
"Trick? No, madam, this is not a trick, it is part of my power. And I did not agree to compete with you in swordsmanship."
Greia's deep voice kept echoing around.
"Hmph! It doesn't matter! Do you think this little cover can trap me?"
With a contemptuous snort, the rocks surrounding Nahiri's body began to emit a dazzling golden light, and then exploded without warning.
With the violent energy impact and countless scattered splashes containing the power of the seal, the eternal night area created by the Prince of Darkness instantly fell apart.
He himself could no longer maintain his original form, and quickly absorbed a large area of darkness and condensed it into a human shape.
Apart from his face becoming paler, there were almost no signs of injury.
"How? Am I right?"
Nahiri fiddled with the gravel sword in her hand, with a hint of ridicule in her tone.
"As a discussion to understand each other and build a trusting relationship, I think this level is enough. Do you want to continue?"
Graia obviously didn't want to fight anymore.
Because if he didn't use his trump card, he wouldn't be able to take advantage.
And once his trump card is used, the result will basically be death or disability, and it is also irreversible.
"Why not? For me, this level is just a warm-up."
After finally finding someone who could play with her, Nahiri didn't want it to end so soon.
But within a few seconds, she quickly changed her mind.
To be precise, the two gravel swords in her hands suddenly disappeared for a large part out of thin air, and they were right under her nose.
The indescribable weirdness immediately made this slightly crazy woman shiver involuntarily.
"Did you do it?"
Nahiri suddenly raised her head and stared into the eyes of the Dark Prince.
"That's right.
This is the ability of my Planeswalker Spark, which can completely annihilate everything.
If you continue to make trouble unreasonably, I may start to use this trump card.
If by then you are missing some limbs or parts, I will not be blamed."
Greia calmly issued threats and warnings.
Because he knew very well that the other person was not really crazy, just a little crazy.
So in theory, you should be able to understand the subtext you want to express.
Facts have proved that the Prince of Darkness's judgment was correct.
After realizing the huge risks she would face if she continued to fight, Nahiri decisively stopped all movements, discarded the incomplete gravel sword in her hand, and shrugged her shoulders indifferently.
"Okay, maybe you are right, let's stop here. Tell me, is there anything you want to inform me about Soth asking you to come to Ravnica?"
Seeing that the Lithomancer finally calmed down, Grea breathed a sigh of relief and replied in a low voice: "No. He is in a critical period right now and has no energy to care about other things. The reason why I came to Ravnica
, mainly for the sake of another planeswalker—Lilliana."
"Lilliana? That necromancer!"
Nahiri was slightly surprised.
Through the mouths of other new-generation planeswalkers, especially Jace and others, she had learned that Liliana had been forced to join Nicol Bolas and had now become the commander of the Old Dragon's Immortal Legion.
She had no idea why the Prince of Darkness would find an enemy at this time.
"Yes, that is this woman. Someone told me that my father had made some secret agreements with her, so now I want Liliana to know that she does not have no other options."
Grea openly stated the true purpose of this trip without any concealment.
Nahiri was so smart that she immediately understood what the Prince of Darkness meant. She raised her eyebrows and probed: "You mean, Soth has a way to get this woman out of the shackles of the contract and defect at the critical moment?"
Greia nodded slightly and responded: "That's right. Although I don't know what kind of promise her father gave her originally, I am sure that the contract that Nicol Bolas relied on can be bypassed."
"ha!
This guy Soth is still as reassuring as ever.
Unexpectedly, all the preparations were made secretly in advance.
But you obviously came to the wrong place this time.
Liliana is not in Ravnica right now, but should be with Nicol Bolas.
Whether it was in Amonkhet or somewhere else is unknown.
Since the war is about to begin, I don't recommend that you take the initiative to find her now.
Because if nothing else happens, she will soon follow Nicol Bolas to Ravnica."
When she said these words, Nahiri's tone revealed unprecedented ease and joy.
"Okay, I think I know what to do."
When Graya realized that she was early, she suddenly lost interest.
But just a second later, he suddenly remembered another thing and continued to ask: "How much do you know about the recent black market auctions?"
“Black market auction?
ah!
You're referring to those little mice that don't see the light of day.
Don't worry, they are just a group of guys selling contraband in order to make high profits.
It is said that the Azorius Senate has some clues, and it won't be long before they are all caught."
Nahiri obviously didn't care about this.
Because in Ravnica, which is ruled by the Guildpact, trivial matters like this are nothing.
Isn't it just smuggling and auctioning some dangerous contraband?
Similar situations happen every three days, and some people even sell dragon eggs privately. It's not worth making a fuss about.
The little harm Nicol Bolas can do is a drop in the bucket compared to the real threat of Nicol Bolas.
"Oh? Really..."
Greia smiled noncommittally and said nothing more, but turned around and walked towards the more prosperous central area.
Upon seeing this, Nahiri immediately shouted: "Hey! Wait! Aren't you going to follow me to meet Niv-Mizzet, the Fire Spirit? He is very interested in you."
"Forget it, it's better for me to continue to stay in the dark."
Greia waved her hand without looking back and quickly disappeared around the corner of the dark alley.
Not long after he left, Jace Beleren, wearing a blue and white cloak, appeared beside Nahiri out of thin air and asked in an emotionless tone: "Are you sure he is on our side?
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"Of course! Don't forget, he is the descendant of Soth."
Nahiri answered in the affirmative without thinking.
"But I can't read the memory and thinking of this dark prince, so I can't confirm this at all. And I haven't been able to contact Ugin for a long time. Do you know where he is?"
When Ugin was mentioned, Jace Beleren visibly frowned.
Compared to Zuo Si, who was elusive all day long and had no idea what he was doing, he obviously trusted the ancient planeswalker who successfully sealed the Eldrazi Titan back then - the Spirit Dragon Wujin.
It's just that since the last confrontation with Nicol Bolas, Ugin suddenly disappeared for unknown reasons and never contacted anyone again.
But Nahiri obviously didn't take it too seriously and pointed out a clear path.
"Perhaps you can ask my vampire teacher who lives in Innistrad's space and time - Sorin Markov. If there is anyone else in this world who can find Ugin when needed, it must be him."
"Solin? That's it! I understand."
Jace Beleren is undoubtedly a man of action. After getting the clues he wanted, he immediately activated the Planeswalker Spark and set off for Innistrad.
After all, a war was imminent, and he had to gather as much strength as possible to fight against Nicol Bolas before the Eternal Sun sealed off Ravnica.
Especially as the only elder dragon planeswalker, Nicol Bolas's brother and old enemy, Ugin cannot be absent.
However, he obviously didn't know that the real spirit dragon Wujin had been killed by Zuo Si long ago, and his soul was currently trapped in a meditation state, suffering eternal pain and torture.
At the same time, far away in another unknown time and space, Nicol Bolas, the initiator of the War of the Spark, was ready to go. He was standing in front of a huge abandoned temple and narrowed his eyes.
Eyes staring at the endless upgraded and powerful Eternal Legion.
Obviously, since the last fight with Zuo Si's disguised Wu Jin, he noticed something was wrong, so he decisively began to increase the cards in his hand.
Nowadays, these originally very powerful immortals all exude the aura of divine power and divinity, and they are simply like mass-produced castrated versions of the immortal evil gods.
By plundering, destroying, and destroying hundreds of time spaces and even universes, Nicol Bolas not only built an unprecedentedly powerful army, but also restored himself to a combat power that was infinitely close to its peak.
Nowadays, not only is he no longer old and weak, but he also exudes strong domineering and self-confidence from his bones.
The planeswalkers who had sworn allegiance to him, including Tezzeret, were kneeling before this powerful elder dragon, not daring to look into those eyes that shone with terrifying light.
There is no doubt that this is the true complete form of Nicol Bolas, not the dying old dragon that is constantly trying to gather strength and extend its life after the spark has deteriorated.
Eternal Holy Sun!
A "lock" used to seal off the entire time and space so that no planeswalker can escape.
Time and space bridge!
A "passage" used to project large numbers of troops across time and space to capture the entire Ravnica.
Time and space beacon!
A "bait" used to attract all planeswalkers across the multiverse.
Elder mantra!
It is used to seize the "key" of other planeswalkers' sparks to complete the upgrade and transformation and restore the power of ancient times.
After so many years, careful planning for so long, and countless accidents and twists and turns, now all the prerequisites have finally been met.
Suddenly, Nicol Bolas couldn't help but begin to recall his magnificent and heroic life.
At the beginning, when he was born together with his brothers Ugin, Mingmeen, Akadisabas, Patimos, and Vaviti Amadi, he was almost the weakest among the many elder dragons.
They even have to avoid being hunted by their own kind and other races, and can only carefully obtain the prey in the cracks.
But this precarious living situation was completely changed with the awakening of the Planeswalker Spark.
With the blessing of the ancient Planeswalker Spark's terrifying power that rivaled or even surpassed that of the gods, he and Ugin defeated all the other brothers and sisters, completely ascending to the top and becoming the strongest Elder Dragon.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Later, while traveling around, he defeated Marileki, an existence that was almost as powerful as the Eldrazi Titan, and sealed her in the dark abyss.
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Immediately afterwards, he suffered the first defeat in his life, and also the first death. He was defeated and exiled to the void by the mortal hero Tetsuo Umezawa.
But fortunately this state of affairs did not last long.
With his clever mind and strategy, Nicol Bolas lured Venser and his party to help him lift his banishment.
When he came back, he directly defeated the famous time mage Teferi to announce his return to the entire multiverse.
After that, he easily defeated the Night God and Leshrac who wanted to unite against him, and went to the time of Tarkir to kill his brother Ugin.
Immediately after the time rift appeared, Teferi began to recruit many planeswalkers to sacrifice themselves to save the multiverse, causing the planeswalkers' sparks to collectively deteriorate.
To a certain extent, Nicol Bolas's fierce life was basically either fighting or making trouble, and he never stopped for a moment.
Even if he was occasionally defeated, killed, or exiled, he never got discouraged or gave up and lay down.
If the things he did weren't too crazy, he would be a typical inspirational protagonist.
Whether he grows from weak to strong step by step, or rises back to the top after experiencing failure, he exudes unique personality charm.
Now, this old dragon is finally taking the final step to take back what should be his.
After all, in his eyes, Teferi's repair of the time rift was not as great and selfless as the outside world rumored, it was simply a act of generosity towards others.
Why should he sacrifice his perfectly powerful ancient planeswalker spark to save the universe?
Did Teferi do this with his consent?
Obviously he clearly refused at the beginning!
So on Nicol Bolas's hate list, Teferi has always been at the top.
He has already thought about it. After he completes the elder's spell and becomes a veritable dragon god, the first thing he will do is to destroy his hometown and all his relatives and friends in front of Teferi, and then kill him alive with his soul.
Tear into pieces.
Just when the old dragon was thinking about how to settle the accounts according to the list after the return of the king, Tezzeret finally couldn't help but raised his head and asked cautiously: "Great Dragon Lord, when can we open time and space?"
Cross the bridge and invade Ravnica?"
"Don't worry! I'm still waiting for someone to show up."
Old Long, whose thoughts were interrupted, was obviously unhappy and glared at this useless subordinate fiercely.
Because if Tezzeret could have been more ambitious and grabbed the Time Bridge and the Eternal Sun directly, he wouldn't have to wait until now and could have launched this long-planned War of the Spark.
"Are you referring to Soth? I don't think this guy will come back. Because he has not heard from him for several years, and he has not conveyed any useful information to you."
Tezzeret obviously had no discernment and began to take the opportunity to smear and slander Zuo Si.
After all, the feud between the two can be traced back to the time when New Phyrexia had not been completely replaced by New Shine Oil.
He will never forget that he was almost beaten to death in Mirrodin space and time.
"Hmph! Don't use your stupid mind and narrow thinking to speculate on a strong man. I believe that Soth will bring me information about Ugin at this critical moment."
There was a hint of contempt and disdain in Nicol Bolas's eyes.
You must know that in his eyes, Tezzeret was a tool from beginning to end, not even a human being, otherwise he would not have directly erased all his memories in the simplest and crudest way.
To this day, Tezzeret's brain often suffers from various problems, which shows how serious the consequences of that memory cleansing were.
Of course, a lot of this is due to Jace Beleren.
Poor Tezzeret's memory was brutally wiped twice. It would be strange if nothing went wrong.
"Great Dragon Lord, I think there is no need for you to wait like this. Before launching a full-scale attack, I think we can start a small-scale infiltration to find something for the Guildpact of Ravnica to do."
An unknown alien planeswalker whose body was covered with a lot of flowers and plants took the initiative to take a step forward and suggested.
"Have your men already infiltrated?"
Nicol Bolas lowered his head slightly and stared at this subordinate who was only less than 1.5 meters tall and looked like a moss-covered potato.
The alien planeswalker quickly responded: "Yes.
My people have been active in Ravnica for some time.
And took the opportunity to spread a large number of seeds in every corner.
As long as you give a command, you can immediately complete the parasitism and create countless puppets out of thin air."
Nico Bolas immediately nodded with satisfaction after hearing these words: "Very good! Then go to Ravnica first and create chaos, suspicion and destruction to your heart's content. It won't take long before I will lead
The army will join you."
"As you wish!"
An eerie smile appeared on the face of the alien planeswalker, and then it turned into a ray of green light and disappeared.
Looking at the grass and flowers growing where he just stood, the undead emperor Xia En VII, who had always remained silent and silent, showed a thoughtful expression.
As a spy, he has been observing and collecting information about every planeswalker under Lao Long.
But there is no clue about this mysterious planeswalker who suddenly appeared recently.
Because the opponent is not a human or humanoid creature at all in the ordinary sense, but is closer to an intelligent plant life like a tree man.
As for ability, I don’t know anything about it because the time is too short.
But Xia En VII can be sure that this newly added planeswalker should be one of the old dragon's trump cards, and its abilities are most likely related to plants, parasitism, and manipulation.
However, there is currently too little information available to make a more accurate judgment.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Just when the demilich was hesitant to risk passing on this news, Nicol Bolas suddenly used a stick that exuded the terrifying aura of death.
The scepter fell at his feet.
"Here, this Word of the Dead is yours now. Next, I need you and Liliana to control the Eternal Army together."
"I?!"
Xia En VII picked up the scepter and was slightly stunned. He was a little confused as to what the other party was going to sing.
"That's right, it's you. Liliana's ability is simply not enough to control so many powerful undead souls that are comparable to the Immortal Evil God at the same time, so I need you to share some of it."
As he spoke, Nicol Bolas cast his gaze at the Necromancer not far away, who had no expression on his face and looked like a doll.
"Dear Liliana, I assume you have no objection to this?"
"You are the master, and I am just a miserable slave. Your will is my command."
Liliana answered in a tone without any emotion.
If she could, she wouldn't want to stand here at all, let alone become the accomplice of this elder dragon planeswalker.
But the problem is that she has no choice.
Especially after the original agreement was reached, Zuo Si completely disappeared without a trace. After so many years, there was no news at all, and he never took the initiative to contact him.
This made Liliana feel that she had been forgotten or abandoned.
Otherwise, I should have given myself a sure idea before the start of War of the Spark.
As everyone knows, the reason Zuo Si did not do this was to ensure that Nicol Bolas would not be suspicious.
What's more, leaving Liliana alone to let her fall into panic, despair and self-doubt, and then suddenly appearing to pull her out of the abyss of pain can maximize her feeling of being saved, thereby generating heartfelt gratitude.
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After all, the icing on the cake can never be as unforgettable as giving someone timely help.
This is like a person with tens of millions of dollars in assets. It is impossible for him to feel that he should repay you just because you gave him tens of thousands of luxury goods.
But if it were a poor person who was about to be overwhelmed by the burden of life and was in urgent need of thousands or even hundreds of dollars for emergency relief, the help of tens of thousands of dollars would definitely be remembered for a lifetime.
If you become prosperous in the future, I will repay you several times, dozens, or hundreds of times, and consider it a kind of kindness.
But if, on the other hand, you give a life-saving medicine to a rich person who has a terminal disease that cannot be cured, he will also be grateful.
This is actually the result of the differences in value perceptions between people of different identities, statuses, and classes.
If you want to achieve the best results, you must seize the opportunity and deliver something to the other party when he needs it most.
Poor Liliana obviously doesn't know that she has long been played by Zuo Si, who is proficient in psychology, and now her whole person is in a state of worry about gains and losses.
She prides herself on being smart and cunning, but she never realizes that in the eyes of a true master, the little tricks of seducing others based on her looks are completely inferior.
"It seems that you are a smart person. I like smart people who know the current affairs best."
Nicol Bolas was undoubtedly very pleased with Liliana's obedient attitude.
Back then, when he was busy working as a middleman, he spotted this necromancer's talent in controlling undead creatures.
You must know that there are not many planeswalkers willing to play undead these days.
Even fewer are good at large-scale manipulation.
Fortunately, with the addition of the Undead Emperor Xia En VII, Lao Long now has two generals on hand who can command the Eternal Legion.
This also means that even if one of them is killed, the Eternal Army will not fall into chaos because it loses control.
As for Nicol Bolas himself, although he also has black mana to control the undead, he is not good at controlling too many at once.
To be precise, he was unable to multi-task and was distracted from controlling thousands of undead while dealing with other enemies.
You must know that in order to maximize the combat effectiveness of the immortals, almost half of the souls of these undead creatures were consumed during the transformation process. They did not retain much intelligence at all, and they were unable to think and judge independently like advanced undead creatures. They had to rely on constant help from others.
Give them clear instructions.
"We will be partners from now on, please take good care of us."
Shane VII said hello to Liliana very friendly.
Unfortunately, Liliana did not respond. She just glanced at the demilich coldly, and then stood silently and motionless.
Nicol Bolas did not realize at all that the two commanders of the army he appointed were without exception moles and underlings.
Especially when he handed the scepter to Xia En VII, it was like laying a big thunder for himself.
After all, the Emperor of the Undead's ability and talent in controlling the undead are beyond the reach of a mortal like Liliana.
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On the other side, the Izzet Alliance headquarters in Ravnica.
"Fire Spirit" Niv-Mizzet had just released a terrifying fire magic to burn a guy who had "disappointed" him to ashes.
Yes, you heard it right, it was burned directly to the bones and dregs in front of you.
Don't ever think that this giant dragon born in ancient times is some kind of "good man".
Quite the opposite!
When he was young, he was famous for his violent temper. If he disagreed with him, he would immediately start a violent mode that destroyed the world and destroyed everything. Everything he passed was ruins and scorched earth.
However, as he grew older and the Guildpact was established, Niv-Mizzet began to become more mature and steady.
If someone hadn't angered him, he would rarely start "barbecuing" directly.
"Dear President, it's hard for me to deal with you like this. After all, he was alive when he walked in."
Sancho put on a frown and held his forehead and complained.
Although he secretly met with the Dark Prince Graia before and provided the other party with the necessary information, he did not show it at all now and still maintained his usual behavior.
Even the Lithomancer Nahiri didn't know that this newcomer, who had become famous in the Izzet Alliance, was actually Zuo Si's proud disciple and a son of god.
"It doesn't matter, just tell the truth. Anyway, this is the sixth unlucky guy I've burned to death this month."
Niv-Mizzet acted like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water.
After all, he is now the actual ruler of the Guildpact and even the entire Ravnica space-time.
Although on the surface they still abide by the laws and rules promulgated by the Azorius Senate, it is only on the surface.
joke!
Although Niv-Mizzet is not a planeswalker, he is the strongest person in the entire Ravnica plane and space.
The presidents and senior members of other guilds combined are not enough to fight.
So he was completely confident.
What's more, the guy who was burned to death just now was a careerist in the Dimir synagogue who wanted to instigate internal conflicts. He fully deserved his punishment.
The only problem is that we don't have the evidence yet.
But the question is that the War of the Spark is about to begin. Is now the time to talk about evidence?
At least Niv-Mizzet felt that at this time, he would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go.
No evidence?
It doesn't matter!
Just tie it up and forcefully read your thoughts and memories.
Anyway, he only needs one result.
As for the process, that's not important at all.
"Alas - the Azorius Senate will not accept this argument. You should know that their trials have always been about fairness, justice and order, and evidence is an indispensable part of it."
Sancho complained while casting a spell to clean up the ashes and debris on the ground.
Since this was not the first time he had done this kind of butt-wiping job, he seemed to be extremely skilled. After cleaning up, he poured all the residue directly into the garbage treatment plant through the pipes, letting the ooze monsters eat it first, and then eating it.
The ashes of the ooze monster are killed and made into other things, thereby completing the complete destruction of corpses and traces.
Not only that!
He also didn't forget to inform the guild members to erase all surveillance footage of the unfortunate guy coming in.
In this way, as long as the deceased refuses to admit that the other party has been there, the deceased will be equivalent to disappearing from the world.
As a member of the evil camp, Sancho does these things without any psychological burden.
Compared to what happened back then when the brothers and sisters of the Sons of Baal were fighting each other, where did this thing come from?
"Never mind those brainless idiots in the Azorius Senate.
Keep an eye on the movements of the three guilds: the Dimir Synagogue, the Rakdos Sect, and the Golgari Community.
I suspect there must be some undiscovered Nicol Bolas minions lurking among them.
The more critical this moment is, the less we can take it lightly."
Niv-Mizzet raised his paw and tapped the ground gently to give Sancho new orders.
He obviously admired this young man who was much more mature than his actual age and decided to entrust him with important tasks.
"You mean... I can kill any potential threat at will?"
Sancho was slightly surprised.
Niv-Mizzet smiled and nodded: "Yes! Do you know what I like most about you?"
Before Sancho could respond, he said to himself: "What I like most is that you don't have the common problem of most young people - naivety! You are often very realistic and scary. So I believe you can complete it.