Being held down and beaten is an extremely unpleasant experience.
Being held down and beaten for many years is a deeply painful experience.
【World of Dominaria】.
Ever since the [Phyrexia World] invaded here under the leadership of Yawgmoth, this place has become a meat grinder.
Every day, at least tens of millions of life forms die in various turmoils.
And these days have lasted for thousands of years.
Under this kind of encounter, just like being squeezed out of blood bit by bit, [the world of Dominaria] is weakening bit by bit.
As for [Phyrexia World], it seems to be getting more and more crazy.
I don't care about the so-called losses at all.
Even, perhaps in order to vent his dissatisfaction, Yawgmoth deliberately adopted the tactic of slowly sharpening a blunt knife.
He wants to torture every living thing here bit by bit until they die!
Millions of types of viruses were released here day and night.
In some areas, just a breath of air can cause an ordinary person to contract a disease that would require an entire book to record the names of the symptoms.
In such an extremely dangerous environment.
Perhaps it was this long bloody war that unleashed the potential of the world of Dominaria.
During this period of time, heroic figures appeared one after another, but died one after another.
There are so many of them that even a stone tablet recording glory cannot carve them all into it.
There are those who single-handedly saved the entire war.
There are also those who came from poor backgrounds and rose to the position of commander simply by relying on meritorious service...
their existence.
In the past years, each of them would have been an epic hero that was singed out and sung individually.
But in this huge battle that involves the entire world.
At best, they can only be considered part of the entire epic.
Just a name, a symbol.
A few words, a few sentences.
You can take them all through...
Even the originally aloof gods and [planeswalkers], more than one or two died in this cruel battle!
initial.
Only nine [Planeswalkers] participated in this battle.
But later.
As the war continues to intensify.
The level of blood and cruelty reached a level that shocked many [Planeswalkers].
One after another, more than thirty [Planeswalkers] have joined this huge war, intending to destroy the destructive [Phyrexian World] and bring its ruler, Yawgmoth, to his knees.
Also kills permanently!
But even so.
Facing the terrifying troops of [Phyrexia World] with [tens of billions] as the basic measurement unit, as well as various powerful special types of infected bodies, artifact creatures, and semi-artifact creatures.
[World of Dominaria] This side is still at a disadvantage after all.
Even [Planeswalkers] and gods dare not ignore those war weapons that carry extremely dangerous viruses.
If they are not careful, even they may be infected with troublesome viruses.
As for mortals, they have almost no resistance at all.
Therefore, under the tide of numbers and almost irresistible virus attacks.
Even though all forces are trying their best to resist.
In the surrounding area centered on the [World of Dominaria], hundreds of small and medium-sized worlds were slaughtered one after another, completely succumbing to the cruel and crazy offensive.
All the residents there have become a breeding ground for diseases and modified biological materials in [Phyrexia World], further increasing its power...
For now, that's what can be expected.
After a while, the [World of Dominaria], which is deteriorating from bad to worse, may be completely destroyed.
And this is undoubtedly a terrible and cruel fact...
To resist that possibility.
Now Urza can only exhaust all his imagination and unite with countless [Artifact Makers] to try to develop a true ultimate weapon.
In the expectation, it was a weapon without any special abilities, purely for violence and destruction, and could kill all enemies!
Now, under the pressure of despair, he already had a rough idea of the basic principles of the weapon.
But more things and information need to be tried slowly...
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Some secret laboratory.
Urza was conducting experiments on artifacts with a serious look on his face.
His brows suddenly furrowed slightly.
The movement of his hands was also a slight pause.
Just now, he received the message that the Weatherlight was disabled again and needed urgent repairs.
Regarding this.
Urza's heart was filled with helplessness.
As a special artifact spaceship that he had high hopes for.
The Weatherlight is not only equipped with powerful artillery fire that can tear the land and the sky apart, it also has ultra-long-range navigation capabilities that are enough to travel through various worlds!
Destruction and mobility have reached an extremely perfect level!
It can be said.
Placed anywhere, its existence is undoubtedly a strategic weapon.
But when facing the terrifying [Phyrexia World], they still couldn't achieve any real strategic-level effects just by relying on [Weatherlight].
Whether it is the [Phyrexia World] guarded by Yawgmoth, the [King of Darkness] himself, or the [Rays World] guarded by multiple [Magic Judges], they can withstand its raids extremely well!
At this time.
A figure covered in blood and looking extremely embarrassed pushed open the laboratory door and walked in.
"We suffered heavy losses, and... Korachal rebelled..."
The speaking figure is named [Gerald Capashen], and his identity is the captain of the Weatherlight.
As for the traitor he mentioned, he was a very powerful [Planeswalker].
However, Urza didn't care why the other party rebelled.
Because [Phyrexia World] has too many ways to change the will and thoughts of others.
It has nothing to do with the strength or weakness of the mind.
As long as it falls into their hands, most lives will be involuntarily controlled.
Therefore, Urza asked directly:
"Did you successfully clear him out?"
"No, he ran very fast, he was just seriously injured."
Faced with this answer, Urza immediately sighed helplessly.
The so-called serious injury is completely meaningless to a [Planeswalker].
As long as they have enough mana, no matter what the injury is, it is just a flesh wound to them.
"...I understand. I will repair the [Weather Sky] as soon as possible. It is up to you to replenish the crew, but it is best to do it quickly...
Because recently there is a batch of new models of [Evolution Star Potions] from the [Three Gods of Salvation], and you still need to escort them back..."