More and more planeswalkers are gathering on Ravnica than ever before!
They are like prey caught in a trap, unaware of what will happen next.
All these shining sparks will eventually become the nourishment for me to ascend the throne and become a god.
The great dragonlord Nicol Bolas will soon become a dragon god!
The entire multiverse and even the dark void will surrender under my feet!"
Nicol Bolas stood where the space-time bridge was, grinning and letting out an unbridled laugh.
As an extremely arrogant and arrogant elder dragon planeswalker, he and Zuo Si had undoubtedly felt the effects of the increasing number of planeswalkers gathering in the time and space of Ravnica, and the gathering of a large number of sparks.
And this is precisely the prerequisite for casting the elder's spell.
In fact, the current number of planeswalkers is enough, and the Eternal Sun can be activated immediately to lock the entire time and space.
But Nicol Bolas is obviously not satisfied with just restoring the strength he once had in the past, but wants to use this opportunity to reach a higher level.
To achieve this, he needs more planeswalkers and more Sparks.
So up to now, the huge legion of immortals has never been advancing at a fast pace. Instead, it has maintained a rhythm of constantly squeezing the living space, forcing the new generation of planeswalkers to constantly call for friends.
After all, just like stand-ins, planeswalkers are also attracted to each other.
When a young planeswalker ignites a spark and gains the ability to travel freely through infinite time, space and universe, his worldview, values and life goals will inevitably undergo violent shocks.
You may even become estranged from your original relatives and friends because of your different visions.
At this time, the only person who can enter his heart and become his friend is often another planeswalker.
Therefore, every planeswalker basically has several like-minded planeswalker friends, and at the same time, he also has several planeswalker enemies who are either love-hate or unwilling to die.
Nicol Bolas now hopes that the planeswalkers who arrived in Ravnica will be forced by the Eternal Legion to summon all the planeswalkers they know.
When the number of gathered sparks no longer continues to grow, the Eternal Sacred Sun Lock Space will be activated.
Before that, he would play with these "little guys".
Thinking of this, Nicol Bolas raised a front paw and touched his chin and asked the Necromancer Liliana: "What are the current losses of my Legion of Eternals? Have they not encountered any noteworthy enemies?"
"The losses were not much, and we did encounter some interesting people, but they were far from worthy of special attention."
Liliana gave the answer in a tone without any emotion.
After all, planeswalkers often come from different time and space styles, so their fighting methods and the weapons they use are also diverse.
So as long as the ability is not particularly outrageous or has overwhelming power, no matter how weird it is, it is not worth making a fuss about.
In this regard, Liliana, who has lived for a century, can be said to be well-informed.
However, she obviously didn't know that the enemies she called "interesting" were not planeswalkers, but "players" that the mastermind deliberately inserted to observe the situation and create chaos.
Although these guys are a bit unsatisfactory in terms of strength, they have extremely terrifying abilities to do things, and they are all bold and fearless.
Maybe you can't expect them to accomplish anything big despite all odds, but doing damage and muddying the water to divert the enemy's attention is definitely one of the best.
Zuo Si has used these players to draw hatred more than once, so he is already familiar with this.
Especially as the mastermind of the behind-the-scenes supervision, he knows very well how to maximize the effect of these "highly unstable factors", causing the enemy to feel both a headache and helpless.
It's just that the players are still in the stage of getting familiar with the environment and gathering intelligence, so they haven't taken any drastic action yet.
But it won't be long before they figure out the situation, and various unscrupulous methods specifically designed to treat hypotension will appear one after another.
By then it will be too late to come to your senses.
Nicol Bolas had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem, and continued to ask with interest: "What about the others? What are they busy with?"
"Tezzeret is busy searching for artifacts, technology, and knowledge that he is interested in;
Shane VII controlled half of the Eternal Legion and kept pushing in the other direction;
Your subordinate, covered with plants and flowers, said he wanted to find Huasca, but for some reason there has been no news for several hours. He might have been killed.
As for the others, they are basically continuing to put pressure on those planeswalkers according to the original plan."
When saying these words, Liliana's tone clearly contained a hint of schadenfreude.
Obviously, being forced to join the War of the Spark, she longed for more unexpected situations. It would be best to force this elder dragon to have to run around to put out fires, so that she could have a chance to escape control and regain her freedom.
"What? Mamous lost contact!"
Nicol Bolas frowned slightly, showing a confused look.
Don't get me wrong, as a ruthless tyrant, he doesn't care about the life or death of his subordinates, even those who admire him extremely and are loyal.
I just feel that this matter is a bit strange, maybe there is my good brother Wu Jin hiding in the dark behind it.
Liliana nodded slightly: "Yes. Mamus is not the only one who has lost contact, Vaska is also the same. Especially given the latter's resume, I am not sure whether she was killed or chose to betray.
"
"Send a message to Tezzeret immediately and ask him to come over and see what's going on."
Nicol Bolas gave his orders bluntly.
From this point alone, it is not difficult to see that he does not care about Tezzeret's life and death at all, but treats him as cannon fodder that can be sacrificed at any time.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After all, the reason why I paid attention to this talented artifact master in the past was just to facilitate the control of the time and space bridge.
But now the time and space bridge has completed its mission, not to mention that Xia En VII also has the ability to control the time and space bridge.
In other words, this chess piece is no longer useful.
"As you wish."
Liliana bowed gracefully, fully demonstrating the hypocrisy, politeness and upbringing of her aristocratic family background.
However, neither of them knew that the alien vegetative planeswalker was now wrapped in shimmering oil and was wailing in despair.
"No! This is impossible! How on earth did you get rid of the control of the seeds? I can obviously feel those plants in your body."
"Haha, it seems that Nicol Bolas and Tezzeret haven't mentioned Shining Oil and Mirrodin's New Phyrexia to you, right?"
The completely completed Gorgon Vaska pursed her lips and let out a mocking sneer.
It is not difficult to see from the status of the two of them that she easily captured this planeswalker by setting a trap. He had turned the entire Ravnica space and time upside down by himself, leaving everyone helpless.
The reason is also very simple!
This plant-human planeswalker named Mamus was too confident in the ability of his own seeds, and did not realize that there was something that could reversely infect and control seeds.
That is Shuoyou, known as one of the three major natural disasters in the multiverse.
As a result, when he appeared in front of Vaska, he was immediately swallowed up by the rising oil and became what he is now.
Although the use of green mana made him extremely resistant to the Shimmering Oil, and he was not quickly destroyed as soon as he touched it like other planeswalkers, he was still suffering inhuman torture and pain.
Every time the oil penetrated into his body a little more, he could feel his autonomic nerves producing indescribable severe pain.
This kind of pain beyond the limit of endurance is enough to drive anyone crazy.
But the problem is that the unique structure of plant life ensures that it will not faint, faint, or lose consciousness like animals. Instead, it will experience the whole process of completion from beginning to end, which is basically equivalent to repeatedly experiencing death by a thousand cuts.
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"Shuo You? No! This is not Shuo You at all!"
Mamous glanced at the indescribable thick black liquid around him.
As a planeswalker who is very sensitive to energy, he can clearly feel that this is something that is neither energy nor material, but is closer to the rules of extra dimensions, and is completely different from the legendary shimmering oil.
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"snort!
idiot!
Do you think that under the leadership of the Great Father of New Phyrexia, Shioyou is still the same as it was during the time when Yawgmoth was a useless leader?
Under his wise rule, both Shimmering Oil and New Phyrexia have completed their upgrades and transformations.
And your arrogant master is still in the dark and has no idea of what is about to happen.
His opponent was never the spiritual dragon Wujin, but the supreme Lord Soth.
The real Ugin was killed long ago by the invincible Father of New Phyrexia.
It won't be long before Nicol Bolas follows in his footsteps."
There was naked and undisguised enthusiasm in Vaska's tone.
Because as long as she completes the guy in front of her, she can obtain most of the arrangements and trump cards of the elder dragon planeswalker.
"Ugin is dead! Soth is the mastermind?"
Mamous's pupils suddenly dilated, contracted, dilated again, and contracted again to show the huge waves in the master's heart.
The plant planeswalker couldn't believe that the young man who showed such humility and submissiveness in front of Nicol Bolas had actually deceived everyone.
It turns out that Tezzeret, who seemed to have a brain problem and had the lowest intelligence, was correct.
Unfortunately, he could no longer pass this important information back.
Just when he opened his mouth to ask for more truth before losing consciousness, a shabby black-gray light suddenly appeared out of thin air.
The next second...
The Prince of Darkness, Graya, appeared in this rather secret place and sighed in a slightly surprised tone: "I never expected that in the end it was you who caught this guy who caused such an uproar.
I have to say, no wonder arrogance is one of the greatest original sins.
No matter how powerful a person is, as long as he is infected with the bad habit of arrogance, he will basically not end well.
This guy is like that, and so is his master, Nicol Bolas."
"Welcome, Your Highness."
Vaskar hurriedly lowered his head and bowed to this young man who had a higher authority than himself and was also the son of the father of the great New Phyrexia.
As a representative of the ultimate lawful camp, New Phyrexia is a huge and hierarchical force, no less powerful than the Mechanical Realm, which also represents the lawful camp.
Perhaps the only difference is that the mechanical realm is a place where lawful tendencies prevail over everything else. Even the Singularity Lord, who is a symbol of the will of the plane, must be under order.
But New Phyrexia is just the opposite. Zuo Si is the source of all order. He is above all rules, or he represents all rules.
Let’s take the simplest example.
When the Singularity Lord is killed by a more powerful force, the Plane Will of the Mechanical Realm will not resurrect the dead one, but will directly replace it with a lower-level modron.
According to scholars, this is the embodiment of absolute order.
But New Phyrexia revolves around Zuo Si's will.
If he feels that a certain lowest-level creature is interesting and has great potential, he can immediately order it to be promoted to a Demon Judge, and Shuoyou will quickly transform and upgrade it so that it can fulfill the duties of a Demon Judge.
"How long will it take until this guy is finished?"
Greia asked in an uncertain tone.
Vaska answered without thinking: "It will take at least ten minutes. His race, spark characteristics and mana attributes used are all very troublesome, otherwise the information should have been uploaded to the cloud database by now."
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The Prince of Darkness is undoubtedly a very patient person, and does not show any impatience at all.
"Thank you for your understanding. But compared to this matter, I would rather you deal with your sister. Her Royal Highness Anne is currently causing quite a stir."
As he spoke, Vaska's electronic eye shot out a beam of light, which was quickly refracted into a 3D image.
On a battlefield, I saw a beautiful girl with a slight smile on her face, playing with a group of thirty or so planeswalkers.
The magic and attacks used by the latter were like child's play in front of her.
Next to her, there is a beautiful woman with big breasts, black hair, and a green dress who is helping the villain. She is constantly releasing horrible illusions that can make the opponent look fake and real, and she also draws various insulting little turtles, piglets, and little turtles on the opponent's face.
Dog cartoon pattern.
What's even more outrageous is that some of them are even painted, which looks very realistic and cannot be wiped off at all.
"This is...sister and Loki?"
Grea was stunned for a moment, completely confused as to what little Annie was singing.
After all, judging from the current situation, this group of planeswalkers teleported from various time and space in the multiverse should be working together to fight against Nicol Bolas' allies.
Even if you don't like it, at least don't go to death.
Vaska nodded helplessly: "Yes. You have also seen that they are just having fun as they please. In the past two hours alone, they have robbed the property of at least thirty-five planeswalkers, and even
One of them was stripped naked and hung on the flagpole for public display. If things continue like this, it is likely to affect the plans of the father of the great New Phyrexia."
"Where is father now? Does he have any orders?"
The corners of the Dark Prince's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably.
After all, he spent the whole night looking for his sister, but in the end he was always just one step away from catching her.
Especially after seeing the tampered files in the Azorius Senate Library, I suddenly felt like the sky was falling, and I had to burn the entire library to cover up the embarrassing things that had brought shame to the family.
The powerful god-like power, the goddess of magic in New Phyrexia, actually sneaked into someone's headquarters to steal things, and even messed up the results of the trial like a naughty child.
If this kind of thing really got out, Greya couldn't imagine whether he would have the face to go out in the future.
Vaska obviously noticed the embarrassment of His Highness the Prince, and quickly responded in a low voice: "Sorry, the great father of New Phyrexia has hidden his whereabouts. I don't know exactly where he is. I only know that he has arrived long ago.
Ravnica. As for the instructions, I don’t have them yet.”
"Damn it! Okay, I'll take care of my sister and Loki, and I'll leave this to you. Also, notify the ninth level of Baator Hell, telling them they can start taking action."
After saying these words, Grea directly activated the teleportation magic and disappeared.
In the blink of an eye, he himself appeared above a street that had long been turned into ruins. He shouted at the two people who were excited about playing: "That's enough! Let them go! Now! Now!"
"Eh-"
Little Annie saw her little brother immediately. Not only did she have no intention of stopping, she directly urged the heroic spirits summoned as followers: "You don't have to worry about it, just continue."
"As you command! Master."
Mordred, who was most in tune with the planeswalker master, immediately showed a bloodthirsty smile, raised the sword in his hand and activated his noble phantom, directly killing the followers summoned by the other planeswalker to smithereens.
This naked and unabashed provocation undoubtedly made Greia extremely angry. She asked with a cold face: "Dear sister, are you sure you want to do this?"
"Why not? Anyway, dad didn't give us specific requirements. As long as we can achieve our goals, it's my own business to do what I want, and you have nothing to do with it. What's more, I am the sister, and you are just a stinky brother."
Little Annie raised her chin slightly to reveal a proud and provocative smile.
“Very good! Very good!”
Grea is obviously an out-and-out activist, realizing that words will have no effect and resorting to force decisively.
I saw that he first summoned the blackened Arturia, who he had raised as his daughter for a long time, and then turned into a black afterimage and rushed towards little Annie.
After a period of calm, the siblings finally started fighting again.
As for the other side, Mordred was also extremely excited when he saw his father. He immediately left his opponent and roared with red eyes: "Father! I finally found you again! No matter what, I will not lose again this time.
You! Because I have become stronger!"
"Become stronger? Just because of who you are now?"
The blackened Artoria sneered with contempt and disdain, slowly raised the sword in her hand and released her magic power.
boom!!!!!!!
In just a moment, the power filled with darkness, evil, and coldness spurted out from the sword body and almost took shape.
Even the sky above our heads became dim because of this, and even the sun seemed like a small fireball that might go out at any time.
Not only was Mordred dumbfounded by this terrifying power, but the self-esteemed planeswalkers around him also showed expressions of disbelief.
Because the power displayed by the blackened Arturia was enough to crush all the planeswalkers present combined.
They couldn't accept that the followers summoned by the other party were so much stronger than themselves.
"No! This is impossible! It must be fake! It's an illusion! It's an illusion! I don't believe it!"
Mordred lost control of his emotions and regardless of the visible strength gap, he rushed forward to complete the unfinished feat of "father-killing".
But the next second, he was hit back on the spot by a black-red beam of light, which hit the ground like a tennis ball with a deafening sound and vibration.
"My stupid son, after all this time you still don't understand why you lost the right to inherit the throne, do you?"
With that said, Arturia fell straight from the sky and stood next to the pit, looking at her only heir like she was looking at garbage.
But it is a pity that Mordred obviously did not want to listen to these sermons, but shouted at little Annie: "Power! Give me power! Master! I want to kill her!"
"for you!"
A girl with a strong nature obviously would not just watch her favorite follower be defeated, and directly released the terrifying magical power to strengthen and upgrade Mordred in an unprecedented way.
The latter did not hesitate at all after gaining strength, and immediately swung his sword and released a violet arcane impact.
When the two followers' powers of darkness and magic collided, a destructive power immediately erupted, and even the ground beneath their feet was torn apart and spewed out scalding hot magma.
"Oh my God! They're nothing like us! They're just two monsters!"
A planeswalker who was watching finally realized the cruel reality, and his whole body trembled slightly uncontrollably.
"Stop looking! Let's go! This is not the place we should stay!"
Another planeswalker who seemed to be a friend next to him hurriedly pulled him back quickly, disappearing without a trace before the ground was completely engulfed by magma.
The battle between Grea and Little Annie undoubtedly attracted the attention of many people in an instant.
Because they made too much noise.
Even Maier, the youngest son, had to find his father and ask directly: "My brother and sister are fighting, aren't you going to take care of it?"
"Care? Why should I care? Isn't this great?"
Zuo Si pursed his lips and asked with a half-smile.
"Very good? What do you mean..."
Maier seemed to have noticed something, and his originally anxious face quickly calmed down.
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, it's what you thought.
Don't forget, one of our current goals is to create as much chaos and crisis as possible to divert Nicol Bolas' attention and let him reveal as many of his cards as possible.
So what better way to accomplish this than a battle between two powerful god-like planeswalkers?
What's more, how do you know that what little Annie did was not done with my permission, or simply with my secret instructions?"
As the last word blurted out, a flash of understanding suddenly flashed in Maier's eyes, and then he smiled bitterly and said: "That's it! You deliberately let your sister take this opportunity to attract the attention of Nicol Bolas and let him recruit you.
She penetrates directly into the enemy."
"Hahahaha! No, my dear child, this is just the beginning of a more complicated and hidden plan. The real fun is yet to come."
Zuo Si picked up the drink placed on the table next to him and drank it in one gulp, lying on a chair in a very comfortable posture.
The Azeroth Star Soul, who transformed into a cute little loli, looked at Maier from a distance with a slightly wary look, obviously sensing the terrifying aura of death on the other person's body.
Maier ignored the little sister's reaction and continued to test: "Then do you have any tasks for me to handle next?"
"No more for now. You can do something you like like your brothers and sisters, or you can just take it as a vacation to relax like me."
After that, Zuo Si raised the empty cup in his hand and threw it directly towards the far wall, making a crisp sound like glass breaking.
"No need for Baator Hell? As far as I know, Gramir's plan should have already started. It will be a rare decisive battle between good and evil." Maier reminded in a low voice.
But Zuo Si shook his head: "There is no need to pay attention to something like that whose outcome is already determined. I believe that Gramir, Melcanthet and Zariel have the ability to handle it well, and they will never let me down."
"Okay, since you insist, then I'll do something that interests me."
The words have not yet been spoken!
Maier turned into a black lightning and disappeared from sight.
As soon as he left, Jinji Tasha's figure appeared out of thin air with the help of the branches of the cave tree, and reported in a tone full of excitement and excitement: "Great Father of New Phyrexia, everything has been prepared according to your request.
Finished, you can summon all our power at any time."
"Well done. Now that all the chess pieces are in place, it's up to us to see when dear Nicol Bolas can react."
Zuo Si crossed his hands on his chest, his eyes flashing with an extremely deep and evil light.
He knew very well that he had reached his best condition at this moment, just like a fully charged arrow, which would definitely cause a fatal blow as long as it was shot.
The only problem is, Nicol Bolas still holds the greatest secret of the Elder's Spell...