As we all know, the plane of Ravnica is jointly ruled and managed by ten guilds who originally signed a contract with the ancient Planeswalker Azor and represent different ideals.
This also means that no one force here can overwhelm other guilds and achieve the unification of thought, power and ideology.
This is true even for the Azorius Senate, which apparently functions as a government, law enforcement agency, and judicial system.
Even when many guilds united to launch boycotts and even rebellions, even the Azorius Senate had no choice but to bow its head and compromise.
It was through this method that Niv-Mizzet temporarily took over the power of the entire Ravnica, forcing all other guilds to cooperate with it in building a huge defense system.
This means that it is actually equivalent to the ideal model of small government and liberalism that is most admired by capital.
Each guild is only responsible for the areas that it is interested in and is best at, and then seeks cooperation in mutual games, and finally reaches a certain delicate balance.
Due to the powerful binding magic contract Azor left behind, even if individual guilds have very powerful leaders, they cannot cross that boundary.
As perhaps the oldest and oldest creature in the plane of Ravnica, the fact that Niv-Mizzet has stayed in the Izzet Alliance without any form of expansion for so many years is the best proof.
Because even if he violates the terms of the contract, he will immediately be severely punished and may even die suddenly.
It is precisely because of the lack of authority, ideological consensus, and strong ruling group that the Guildpact of Ravnica has always been fighting among themselves.
The grievances between some guilds and factions have even lasted for hundreds or even thousands of years, and have long since turned into a knotted mess.
Unless one of them dies completely, it is absolutely impossible for the other to give up.
Although under the huge threat of Nicol Bolas, the Guildpact had no choice but to unite together as never before, there are still undercurrents surging in the dark corners that cannot be seen.
Especially those enemies who have lost any trust in the confrontation for a long time and will not let go of any opportunity to attack their opponents.
Even methods such as frame-up, frame-up, infiltration, and assassination show no signs of stopping.
Don't ask!
It’s so freeing to ask!
Due to the lack of deterrence and restraint by absolute power, Ravnica's space-time is actually always in a state of chaos.
Although the Azorius Senate has been trying to instill order and law into everyone, their rules are only effective within the scope of their rule.
Once you leave this range, you will immediately change to the rules and guidelines of other guilds.
For example, the Boros Legion, which shares the same desire for peace, highly values the use of violence to fight violence and the use of heroic and fearless battles to kill all threats and traitors.
The Guru tribe is a typical representative of primitiveness and savagery, and their behavior is exactly that of the orcs who advocate chaos, fighting and plunder in many time and space.
The Rakdos sect firmly believes that nothing can escape the final destination of death, and is willing to use all means to speed up the process, even deliberately spreading plagues and creating massacres to make more people embrace death.
These madmen who have an inexplicable worship of death are not afraid of death at all, so they are extremely dangerous existences in the entire Guildpact of Ravnica.
This guild is also the only force where more than half of its members are looking forward to Nicol Bolas coming over soon.
In their eyes, once this powerful elder dragon planeswalker invades Ravnica, it will inevitably bring about a bloody storm, and even kill all living things in the entire world without leaving a single one behind.
In this way, the Rakdos sect's ultimate ideal of pushing everyone into the final destination of death can be achieved.
Therefore, this guild has always been the focus of Niv-Mizzet's attention.
No one knows better than him the horrific destructive power these lunatics can cause once they go crazy.
Especially those gadgets that can instantly cause mass deaths of tens of thousands of people. After so many years of research, the Rakdos sect has no shortage of them.
What's even worse is that Niv-Mizzet also heard that Rakdos, the ancient tainted demon who founded this guild, suddenly woke up after being dormant for many years.
Considering the time when the War of the Spark is about to begin, it is hard to guarantee that it is not the old dragon who is doing something secretly.
After all, Nicol Bolas had secretly infiltrated all the major guilds in the entire Ravnica space and time for a long time.
Vaskar even holds the entire Golgari community in his hands.
If it weren't for the help of Zuo Si and Nahiri, the current situation would have completely collapsed long ago.
But fortunately, the Gorgon Vaska's brain has been replaced by the tadpole that completes the Mind Flayer.
Therefore, there will basically not be any big problems with the Golgari community.
Even if someone wants to launch a rebellion, it will only cause a small stir and will be suppressed before long.
At this moment, Zuo Si's good disciple Sancho was walking cautiously in the underground palace of Rizmadi.
This is a stronghold built in the magma pit surrounding the underground city, and it is also the guild headquarters of the Rakdos sect.
Through the colorful banners and old blood stains covering the broken inner wall of the tunnel, you can vaguely see the various strange, cruel, and crazy behaviors depicted on the banners.
Don't think this is an exaggerated description or some ancient religious or magical ritual.
Quite the opposite!
It is the truest portrayal of the "celebrations" that are often held within this guild.
If you don't know anything about the Rakdos sect, just listen to how they view his guild and you will know how terrifying these madmen are.
For example, how do you make a rigid and uncurious member of the Azorius Senate dance?
Normal people may think that they should find a handsome man or enchanting woman who matches the other person's aesthetics to seduce them, or prepare a piece of music that can make the other person have similar impulses.
But the Rakdos would tell you to just take out the Azorius Senate member's spine and turn him into a puppet.
This shows what kind of lunatics are in this sect.
However, after experiencing the horrific experience of the sons of Baal killing each other, Sancho is not as afraid of the Rakdos sect as others. Instead, he feels that these people are actually quite simple, and they are just going through these evil, cruel, bloody tortures and even abuses.
Get happiness from it.
This can be seen from the large number of "recreational clubs" they established.
When walking through the long stairs to the huge lava pool at the deepest point, a huge demon holding a huge red scythe and covered with various metal spike-like decorations appeared in front of him.
Not only does he have the huge bat wings and goat hooves on the lower body that most demons have, but he also has a large number of clanking hot iron chains hanging among those metal spikes.
A pair of large, long and winding horns extended at least thirty centimeters forward, and most of the body was nakedly displayed in front of everyone with almost no clothing covering it.
Whether it's the exaggerated muscles or the pungent smell of blood, it makes people involuntarily fear and tremble, and then generates strong worship.
When this extreme emotion crosses a certain critical point, it will instantly transform into infinite pleasure.
This is why most members of the Rakdos sect are out-and-out sadists and have no respect for life.
Right now, these seriously mentally disturbed guys are trying to please the supreme founder of the entire guild through torture and abuse.
The devil sat on his own lava throne, admiring the "inventions" of these followers with great interest.
In just a short while, more than twenty people were transformed into mutilated corpses amidst the wailing sounds, or simply smashed into pieces and turned into a puddle of meat paste.
"Tsk, tsk, I didn't expect that during the period of my sleep, you didn't stop creating and inventing on the road to death. Yes, I am very happy about this."
Rakdos grinned and let out a creepy laugh.
"Your praise is the greatest affirmation of our hard work over the years. Please rest assured that in the coming days we will continue to innovate and make the road to death more colorful."
A gang leader hurriedly knelt on the ground to express his loyalty to the devil, his face turning red from being so excited.
But this time, Rakdos ignored the other party. Instead, he turned his attention to Sancho who stopped not far away, and asked with a half-smile: "Interesting young man, it was that old guy from Niv-Mizzet who sent you here."
Of?"
"No, I came here myself. Because I need to confirm whether you have surrendered to Nicol Bolas."
Sancho put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly to show respect for the founder of the guild.
After all, with the development of the Guilds of Ravnica to this day, only the founders of the Rakdos sect and the founders of the Izzet Alliance are still alive and continue to rule their own guilds.
No matter from which point of view, it is not shameful to bow to these old monsters who have lived for thousands of years or even longer.
What's more, during the time when Sancho followed Zuo Si, he thought that the most valuable thing he learned was to stay polite and humble as much as possible when he was not strong enough.
Unless you can kill with one hit, it's best not to make enemies for yourself.
This is why he has been able to thrive in the plane of Ravnica for many years.
How could a young man who is strong, smart, mature, rational, kind to others and very efficient in his work be unpopular?
"Hahahaha! I like your honesty! So now do you think I have been won over or bribed by Nicol Bolas?" the demon asked with a laugh.
Sancho ignored the murderous looks of the Rakdos sect members around him and shook his head slightly: "No, you have not been bribed. Because I am very sure that unless Nicol Bolas personally brings people to the door,
Otherwise, it is impossible for you to change your position with just a few words and some promises."
"So you can rest assured now?"
There was a hint of appreciation in the devil's glowing red eyes.
Because ordinary people cannot keep their minds calm under such purgatory-like sights and wailings.
Those who can maintain this state of stillness have either seen the more terrifying real purgatory, or have an extremely firm heart that will not be affected by any external factors at all.
Sancho obviously does not belong to the latter.
Those smart eyes have revealed that he is a lively and extremely intelligent person.
This means that he must have seen or even experienced bloodier and crueler scenes.
This undoubtedly made Rakdos very curious and full of interest, as if he had seen the hidden dark soul through the body.
"No, I'm more worried now.
Because the Rakdos sect has not become stable because of your awakening, but has become more dangerous and manic.
It is like an unstable factor that will make the next war confusing.
Especially the panic and turmoil caused by the recent kidnapping of victims by your followers has affected the stability of the entire Guildpact."
When saying these words, Sancho's face clearly showed an expression of disappointment and helplessness.
Upon seeing this, the demon immediately asked with great interest: "Then what are you going to do? Go back and tell Niv-Mizzet to unite other guilds to deal with me? Or do you want to persuade me to restrain myself as much as possible?"
Sancho shook his head slightly: "No, neither.
My teacher once taught me.
When you feel that something is blocking your way forward, the best way is to remove it once and for all.
Although I have always maintained a low profile since I came to the plane of Ravnica, trying not to reveal my true strength as much as possible.
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If the upcoming War of the Spark is out of control due to certain variables, the teacher will be angry.
Believe me, there is nothing scarier in the world than him getting angry."
"What do you mean?"
The devil obviously noticed something and suddenly became a little wary.
"Nothing, what I want to say is that Rakdos may be removed from the list in the future.
Because next I will kill you and everyone in this underground palace.
terribly sorry!
Although this is not my own wish, the teacher's order cannot be violated."
Sancho once again put his hand on his chest and bowed, and at the same time made the most domineering declaration in the most cowardly tone.
Yes, he wants to single-handedly destroy the Rakdos sect, one of the Guildpacts that has existed in the time and space of Ravnica for who knows how many years.
"Arrogant! Who do you think you are?"
A gang leader, who was covered in blood and guts and had just finished executing a victim, roared like a madman.
Not only him, but also other guild members present.
Because the Rakdos sect itself was built around this powerful demon.
Almost all members have some indescribable fanatical admiration for Rakdos, and are proud to please him.
Now that someone dares to speak nonsense in front of the founder of the guild, they will inevitably feel angry.
Seeing more and more members of the Rakdos sect surrounding him with malicious intentions, Sancho couldn't help but sigh slightly: "Since you like death so much, then I will grant you the death you dream of as the Son of Slaughter."
"Son of Slaughter?"
This title undoubtedly stunned the devil.
But before he had time to react, Sancho's body began to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye, and eventually transformed into a monster that was even bigger, ferocious, and terrifying than him.
To be precise, it should be called "The Killer".
That terrifying aura instantly made the members of the Rakdos sect who were immersed in the pleasure of humiliating and killing living people a second ago feel unforgettable fear.
This is not because they are afraid of death, but because of the innate instinct engraved in their genes and even their souls.
The next second...
The bloody massacre begins!
Torn away by the killer's claws attached to divine power, the entire Rakdos sect has no single enemy at all. Basically, as long as it is caught, it will declare the end of life, and not even a slightly complete corpse can be found on the ground.
No mercy!
No mercy!
There is no such thing as showing mercy!
In just a short time, more than half of the psychopaths who gathered here for a carnival party were killed or injured. Some of the guys whose psychological defenses and wills had collapsed tried to escape, but without exception, they were overtaken by the murderer's terrifying speed.
When Sancho stopped, except for the demon on the lava throne, all the core members of the Rakdos sect in the entire underground palace were dead, and there was not even a single survivor.
Obviously, as the son of Baal, although he handed over most of Baal's power after the final divine war, he still chose to retain a small part of his divinity and power.
Because this is related to his powerful ability to resurrect from the dead, how could he give it up so easily?
As for transforming into a killer, it is just a side effect of retaining this power.
However, with Barr's complete death, Sancho no longer has to worry about being affected by his bloodline and craving blood uncontrollably.
Today, he used the killer form to bloodbath the Rakdos sect, purely because he wanted to let these guys who like to torture and kill others all day long taste the feeling of being tortured and killed, nothing more.
After all, Sancho's heart was full of disgust for this senseless abuse, torture and killing.
He was the victim of such killings back then.
If he had not met Zuo Si, he would most likely have returned to the Blood Throne together with the other sons of Baal and become sacrifices for his father's resurrection.
"You...what kind of monster are you?!"
Rakdos suddenly stood up from his seat, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
Because the killer at this moment is far more like an out-and-out bloodthirsty demon than he is.
"monster?
No!
This is not some monster.
It is the incarnation of the God of Killing, a symbol of blood and death.
Don’t you worship death?
Don’t you like to torture and kill the weak?
Let me help you now.
Especially you, as the founder of the Rakdos sect, you should personally feel this pain and despair."
As he spoke, Sancho stepped on the broken corpses and blood everywhere step by step, feeling a strong sense of oppression all over his body.
"Damn it! You can't kill me! I signed the Guildpact Contract! If I die, then the entire time and space of Ravnica will fall into war and chaos due to the imbalance of power."
The devil was obviously a little panicked and hurriedly emphasized his specialness and importance.
Even though he is the founder of the guild, at heart he is a selfish, arrogant, moody and greedy person who is afraid of death.
In other words, this is a common characteristic of all demons.
Rakdos founded this guild simply to enjoy the pleasure of torturing, dominating, and brutally killing others.
As for him, he didn't want to die.
"Haha, sorry, it's too late.
After all, I gave you a chance, didn't I?
But you didn't cherish it, but continued the old style insistently.
What's more, since I have decided to destroy you, how could I give up halfway?
I don’t want my killer form to be known to too many people.”
As the last word blurted out, Sancho instantly turned into an afterimage and rushed forward.
"NO!!!! No one can kill me! I will chop your head off!"
Seeing that there was no room for maneuver, Rakdos finally took off his disguise and revealed his true face.
Without any hesitation, he picked up the huge sickle with blood-sucking properties in his hand and slashed it down hard.
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To be precise, it passed directly through the middle of Sancho's spiritual body without cutting anything.
After all, the current killer form will no longer lose consciousness and reason.
This means that he can activate various magic items and metamagic skills at any time - spells are instantaneous, or he can directly use his own planeswalker cards.
Although Sancho has been staying in Ravnica for these years, his card library is quite rich with the help of Zuo Si.
Not to mention demons like Rakdos, even those veteran or even ancient planeswalkers may not be opponents.
"Now, feel the pain and despair before death! Don't worry, I won't let you die quickly."
Sancho didn't give the devil another chance to swing the giant scythe, and just forcibly broke one of the opponent's arms.
Near the torn part of the shoulder, blood sprayed everywhere like a fountain.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!"
Rakdos couldn't help but howl at the severe pain, and flapped his wings in an attempt to climb higher and fly away.
But in a blink of an eye!
The ankle of one of his legs was grabbed tightly, and then the entire figure was wheeled up like a weapon and smashed to the ground.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
In no time, there will be splashes of blood, minced meat and hot lava.
In the end, the founder of the Rakdos sect was beaten alive into a puddle of bloody and sticky substance.
After all this was done, Sancho released his killer form, looked at the bloody scene around him, and nodded with satisfaction.
"good!
Now the Rakdos sect should no longer pose any threat.
And even if someone sees it, they will only think that there is something wrong within their guild.
After all, killing is what they do best."
"Oh? Are you sure?"
Accompanied by a familiar voice, the figure of the Dark Prince Graya suddenly appeared out of thin air.
"Why are you here?"
Sancho was on full alert at first, but relaxed instantly after seeing the true face of the visitor.
Greia glanced around and replied with a smile: "I was investigating the black market auction, and found some interesting clues pointing to the Rakdos sect. But I didn't expect that I came a step too late, and you actually cleaned up this place.
.”
"Black market auction? Are they connected to the Rakdos sect?"
Sancho raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
Because as far as he knows, these psychopaths and lunatics are not interested in things like trade and wealth.
"That's right. If I guessed correctly, there should be some interesting seeds in the bodies of these people you killed."
After saying that, Grea raised her hand and cast a detection magic.
moment!
A dozen small dots glowing with green light emerged from the large swaths of plasma and rotten flesh on the ground.
He lightly hooked his fingers, and these little bright spots flew out and floated in mid-air.
They are oval plant seeds covered with tiny burrs like cockleburs, exuding amazing life energy.
This undoubtedly attracted Sancho's attention. He immediately stepped forward, picked up one of them, put it in his palm and observed it carefully, and continued to release various detection magic to find out its effect.
After about a few minutes, he raised his head and exclaimed in an unbelievable tone: "These seeds can not only parasitize people's bodies, but can also be activated under the control of the owner and turn the target into a controlled puppet?"
The Prince of Darkness smiled and nodded: "Yes, it's a wonderful gadget, isn't it?
I found that all the people who participated in the black market auctions and those who had frequent contact with them had such interesting seeds.
Obviously, the goal of this group is not smuggling and making profits at all.
Their real intention is to use this auction as bait to attract specific groups, and then inject seeds into people in key positions.
It seems that Nicol Bolas is truly worthy of his reputation.
After the previous infiltration plan failed, he not only did not sit still and wait for death, but instead used more secretive methods.
If I hadn't been interested and investigated a little bit, this trick would have most likely played a big role in launching a full-scale invasion."
"Have you found the owner who spread and controlled these seeds?"
Sancho's face instantly became extremely ugly.
You must know that he has always thought that he has done a very good job over the years, clearing out all the spies that Lao Long planted in the time and space of Ravnica.
But now, the cruel reality slapped him hard.
Facts have proved that ginger is still spicier with age.
Nicol Bolas is definitely not the opponents he has encountered before, but a master of conspiracy who always has endless tricks.
"Unfortunately, not yet."
Greia collected all the seeds and shrugged.
"How many people have been implanted with these seeds so far?"
Sancho frowned and continued to ask.
"I don't know either.
Because those guys who hold black market auctions are not the masterminds at all.
Rather, they are puppets that are also implanted with seeds and controlled.
The moment I appeared, the seeds in their bodies instantly released some kind of power to kill the host, not forgetting to devour the brain and soul and turn it into a dangerous bomb that detonated.
With such an interesting and weird power, I have reason to suspect that the other party is a very powerful planeswalker.
Only planeswalkers can block my detection and tracking.
Oh, by the way, you'd better check inside the Izzet Alliance as soon as you go back.
I seriously suspect that many people in Niv-Mizzet's guild have been unknowingly controlled.
After all, they who like to do research are frequent visitors to the black market."
After saying this, the Dark Prince Graya ignored the reaction of his father's disciple and directly used teleportation magic to disappear.
"Damn it!"
Sancho cursed in a low voice and hurriedly left this place that exuded the pungent smell of blood.
But unfortunately, when he returned to the Izzet League, it was obviously a step too late.
Niv-Mizzet, the founder and supreme leader of the entire guild, was seen lying in a pool of blood, with a huge vine growing out of his chest near his heart.
And the other side of the vine is his heart.
To be precise, a seed took root, sprouted, and suddenly emerged from the heart of this giant dragon.
Although the situation was far from fatal, there was nothing anyone else could do about it.
If they tried to remove the vine and its roots it would result in an explosion and Niv-Mizzet's death.
But if left unchecked, Niv-Mizzet's vitality and magic power will be continuously drained, eventually causing this unknown vine to grow into an uncontrollable towering tree.
"What's going on? What happened?"
Sancho rushed forward and asked.
Lithomancer Nahiri took a deep breath and replied: "This is a long-planned sneak attack!
Waran was controlled by an unknown person, and suddenly rushed up and released some unknown power while talking to Yan Ling.
Then a seed began to take root and sprout from the dragon's heart.
Before we could catch this guy, he suddenly exploded and his body was gone."
"No! This may not only be against Niv-Mizzet! It may also be against all the leaders of the entire Guildpact!"
Sancho was obviously a smart man, and he immediately realized the true intention of this enemy hiding in the dark.
"What?! You mean... this is Nicol Bolas's attack to keep us in disarray before launching a full-scale attack?"
Nahiri's expression suddenly changed.
Sancho nodded without thinking: "I also hope I am wrong. But to confirm this kind of thing, you only need to send someone to other guilds to inquire, and it won't take much time."
"I'm going!"
An Izzet Alliance executive stood up decisively and rushed outside.
If this is the case, the consequences will definitely be catastrophic.
Because at this critical moment, every guild leader is irreplaceable.
If something unexpected happens to them, the close alliance they have built after finally putting aside their past grudges may collapse as new leaders come to power or simply start fighting among themselves.
"How is the situation with the Rakdos sect?"
Niv-Mizzet opened his eyes and asked in a very weak voice.
"The threat has been eliminated. They are unlikely to cause any harm in the short term."
Sancho gave a half-truthful answer.
Hearing this, Niv-Mizzet showed a smile of relief: "Well done. Don't worry, I won't die in this state. But the next burden may be on your shoulders."
"Don't worry! No matter what Nicol Bolas prepares, we will give him some color to see and let him understand that Ravnica is not fake."
Nahiri's eyes blazed with anger, obviously angered by this despicable method.
Because she almost fell into the trap just now.
If he hadn't released the conglomerate magic in time to block the attacker, he probably wouldn't be much stronger than Niv-Mizzet now.
"By the way! Regarding this attack, I just obtained some important information from the Dark Prince Graya."
Sancho spoke very quickly and took out the information he knew and the green seed the size of a cocklebur.
After listening to his report, both Nahiri and Niv-Mizzet could not help but show expressions of horror.
Especially the latter, who realized the seriousness of the temptation, struggled to get up regardless of his injuries, and asked urgently: "Where is this prince of darkness right now?"
Sancho smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Sorry, I don't know very well. But what is certain is that he is obviously pursuing this matter."
"Greya is the descendant of Zuo Si, and he is from our side.
With him here, I think the mastermind behind the scenes will soon surface.
At present, we should find ways to stabilize the situation as soon as possible, and we must not allow panic and chaos to continue to spread.
Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.”
Nahiri rarely acted out of emotion, but made a very rational judgment.
"We need Soth's help! Now! Now!"
Niv-Mizzet did not hesitate to look at the Lithomancer for help.
The latter was obviously hesitant, but after a few seconds or so, he gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay! I'll go find him right now! Hold on! If Nico Bolas calls during this period, don't be too harsh.
Hold on, if it doesn't work, retreat temporarily."
"Don't worry, I know what to do."
Regardless of his injuries, Niv-Mizzet managed to stand up completely.
He knew very well that at this time, he could not fall down.
Just like that, after a brief discussion, Nahiri activated the Planeswalker Spark and temporarily left the plane of Ravnica to find Zuo Si.
Not long after she left, news came back that the other guild leaders had been assassinated.
Especially the news that the senior members of the Azorius Senate, who were the defenders of order and law, were wiped out, instantly detonated a world that was already in turmoil.
Many careerists and manipulated puppets took the opportunity to launch rebellions, and many places completely lost control in less than a few hours.
In some guilds, fierce civil wars broke out.
Chaos, killing, conspiracy, blood and death swept through the streets at an unimaginable speed.
Seeing the sky-high flames and the deafening shouts of kill, the alien planeswalker under Nicol Bolas stood on the top of a clock tower, opened his arms and cheered with a smile: "That's right! That's it!"
Have fun!
My dear children!
Water this land with the blood and souls of these creatures!
So that my tribe can grow and expand and completely cover every corner of this time and space!"
"Are you sure it is wise to start a rebellion of this magnitude at this time?"
Vaskar, the gorgon who led the Golgari tribe, questioned with a dangerous glint in her eyes.
"Of course! Before leaving, the great Dragon Lord said that I can create chaos, turmoil, suspicion and killing as much as I want. Because it won't be long before he leads an army to come."
The alien planeswalker gave the answer without looking back.
"That's it! Do you need me to cooperate with you?"
Vaska continued to explore.
As a Mission Impossible agent whose brain has been occupied by the Completed Mind Flayer Tadpole, although she is secretly a member of New Phyrexia, in the eyes of the other party, she is an undercover agent of Nicol Bolas, so she is qualified to stand on the side of
here.
The alien planeswalker smiled and shook his head: "No, no need, I am enough by myself.
You should continue to lurk and wait for a better opportunity to take action.
After all, wouldn’t it be boring if such a wonderful drama ended all at once?”
"In that case, I'll go back first."
After saying that, Vaska got ready to leave.
But before she could take even half a step, she heard the other party's shout coming from behind her.
"Wait! When did I allow you to leave?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Vaska narrowed his eyes, a snake hair that could turn people to stone kept squirming, exuding a dangerous aura from head to toe.
But the alien planeswalker responded with contempt: "It's very simple, from now on, you can't leave my sight unless I get permission. After all, I'm not sure whether you are still loyal to the great Dragon Lord.
"
"He asked you to spy on me?"
Vaska deliberately pretended to be very angry.
"Believe me, this is also for your own good. After all, your loyalty is not that solid. Of course, it is not impossible if you insist on leaving, but the prerequisite is that you must accept my seed."
As he spoke, the alien planeswalker opened his hand and handed the green seeds in his palm to the Gorgon. The implication was self-evident.
He wants to use this seed as his final insurance.
Even if the other party chooses to betray, he can still control the other party through seeds at critical moments.
"This is absolutely impossible! I will not allow such a dangerous thing to enter my body!"
Vaska took a step back instantly, and his tone was as excited as a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"Relax, there is no need to be so nervous. As long as you don't betray, nothing will happen."
The alien planeswalker pursed his lips and comforted him with a smile.
Immediately afterwards, his expression suddenly changed, and he put on an evil and cold attitude and asked, "Are you really planning to betray me? If so, then I might as well let you die here."
"No! Of course I didn't intend to betray!"
Vaska responded very cooperatively.
Because the complete mind flayer tadpole located in the brain has determined through analysis that this guy's intention is to coerce and lure, and wants to inject seeds into the Gorgon's body in order to complete complete control.
If it were a real Vaska, of course he would be afraid that his life would be in the hands of others.
But the problem is that it's not the real Vaska, it's just a parasite in the brain.
Even if this body dies, it can abandon it at any time and choose to escape.
What's more, New Phyrexia's creations don't have the emotion of fear at all.
The meaning of its existence is to serve the supreme master, Zuo Si.
So in order to win the trust of the other party, and also to pass on this vital information, Vaska resolutely picked up the seeds and stuffed them into his chest at the heart.
Seeing this, the alien planeswalker finally showed a satisfied smile...