A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

"Trade-off?"

Martinot looked up at the Lord of Hell's eyes flashing with evil red light, with a puzzled and puzzled expression on his face.

As one of the few truly trusted subordinates of Asmodeus, he had participated in the game with many level lords more than once, and had witnessed the rise and fall of countless level lords.

But no one had ever been able to reach a tacit understanding with his master like Zuo Si, which only the two of them could understand.

The two of them seemed to have telepathy. No matter how obscure the signal sent by one of them was, the other could receive it immediately and respond.

Moreover, Asmodeus' attitude towards Zuo Si was very strange. He did not use and guard against the lords of other levels like he did, but was closer to an equal cooperation.

Otherwise, if other levels had developed to the level of the ninth level that was enough to threaten Nessus, all kinds of ambitious traitors should have jumped out to challenge the authority of the lord and tried to seize power and usurp the throne.

At that time, the level will fall into endless internal friction and gradually decline.

In fact, most of the changes in the level lords in Baator Hell were more or less secretly approved or even supported by Asmodeus.

Otherwise, under the blessing of the powerful lawful evil-oriented plane will, all level lords can eat their subordinates.

Through this political means, the Lord of Hell can easily deal with challengers one after another within the rules without even using his supreme authority.

This is why the outside world has various speculations about the true identity of Asmodeus.

He is so mysterious, even more unpredictable than the will of the abyss, and has never shown his true power from beginning to end.

Because so far, no enemy has required him to go all out, and he often just downplays and eliminates all threats.

So Martinot is not sure what his master is thinking, and how he will operate next.

Asmodeus undoubtedly noticed the reaction of his butler, and explained with a faint smile on his face: "You have to understand that when a person can bring huge benefits and advantages to a group, he will naturally become a natural leader and the center of the political storm.

Whether he has such a desire or not, he may be dragged forward by the huge vested interest groups behind him.

This is the current situation of Soth.

Because he has been away from Battor Hell for a long time, he has ignored that while he has been bringing a large number of souls, he has been regarded as the only hope for promotion by countless demons.

Because in the original system, it takes at least decades or even hundreds of years for a demon to climb up from the bottom.

This is determined by the total amount of souls we can obtain, so the promotion of demons is often very difficult.

But now, as the souls obtained begin to grow exponentially, the energy possessed by hell as a whole is enough to support more demons from low-level to high-level.

What's more, Soth even allows other lords to send their men into that huge city to lure mortals to sign contracts so that all demons can benefit from it.

So before he knew it, a group of demons had gathered behind him. A large but loose group.

Now we just need someone to take the lead, and this group will quickly gather together to form an extremely powerful driving force, pushing him to the opposite side of me.

Only when he becomes the Lord of Hell, all levels of the entire Baator Hell can enjoy the same treatment as the ninth level.

In other words, Soth is doing things to increase the total amount rather than competing for the stock.

But those demons who hope that Soth can replace me as the new Lord of Hell don’t know that the moment he replaces me, he will lose the power of the planeswalker, and then lose those who have come from other places. Souls are pouring in from time, space, and the universe.

That's why I'll take this opportunity to remind him that it's time to make a choice.

Otherwise, when this vested interest group expands to a certain extent, it may resonate with the will of the plane.

Then he and I will inevitably become enemies to the death.

Of course, I believe that Esos is smart enough to know his situation and make the right choice.

So don't worry, he will soon give an answer with practical actions. "

As we all know, a person who knows how to divide the cake is usually an excellent manager.

Because he needs to distribute the benefits in the stock in a way that everyone can accept, to ensure that the strong party does not take too much, and to ensure that the weak party does not starve to death.

Only in this way can the stability of the basic base be ensured.

Most of the time, the supreme ruler does the work of dividing the cake.

If it is divided well, then the regime can continue stably.

If it is not divided well, either the upper class is dissatisfied and launches a coup to seize power, or the lower class can't survive and breaks out in an uprising and directly overturns the table.

Asmodeus is just such a master of sharing the pie.

Under his rule, there has never been an uprising from the bottom up in Baator Hell aimed at overthrowing the existing rulers, and no nobles or level lords have ever dared to stand up and publicly declare that they want to seize the position of the Lord of Hell.

Because he always stays on the edge of the bottom line that everyone can bear in their hearts, and will never take even one step forward.

It is precisely because of this that he knows very well what it means to be a person who can continue to make the cake bigger, and he also understands what kind of crazy actions those devils who had no hope of promotion in the past would do for Zuo Si.

"I see, I think I understand what you mean."

Martinot lowered his head deeply and bowed to his master with unfathomable wisdom.

Just when he was about to turn around and leave, the Lord of Hell suddenly asked: "How is the war situation outside now?"

“Everything is going according to your script.

Zarrell has been surprisingly honest this time, at least so far he has not behaved out of the ordinary.

In addition, we have hidden at least ten demon legions under the cover of war.

If all goes well, it won't take long to reach the desired goal. "

Martinot told everything he knew without thinking.

It is not difficult to tell from these words that in fact the tragic casualties on the battlefield were all fake.

Especially the deceased who fell down were not actually dead at all, they were just injured.

The moment they fall, they will be immediately absorbed into the soil and then transported to Marsham, the fortress of hell.

So despite the fact that the fight was fierce, it was actually a group of veteran actors showing off their acting skills, and neither of them knew how to hit each other's fatal parts.

"Very good! Keep it up."

Asmodeus nodded with satisfaction, then sat on the sofa and silently looked out at the blood-red sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

…

Almost at the same time, far away in Dis, on the second level, Viscount Maman's army had surrounded Archduke Disbat's steel city, and began to launch an onslaught without even a word of nonsense.

Thanks to the technological progress brought about by the technology spillover from the huge cyberpunk city, thousands of magic cannons were lined up in the distance, constantly making deafening roars.

Cannonballs with astonishing power streaked across the sky, hitting the city wall or inside the city, causing violent explosions.

Some super-large-caliber magic artillery can even fire out dozens or even hundreds of tons of shells, and the explosion power is enough to instantly level an area the size of several football fields.

Regardless of whether it is a building or something else, after being bombed, only the horrific crater and the surrounding ruins are left beyond recognition.

Even solid steel appears extremely fragile in the face of such a powerful weapon.

But the legions under Archduke Disbat are obviously not vegetarians either.

In particular, the mage towers and long-range rocket launchers scattered at high altitudes can also fire back at enemy artillery positions.

As a result, the armies under the lords of the two levels began to engage in artillery battles, and it was very lively.

There were even a large number of demons with the ability to fly fighting together overhead.

If you include magic teleportation and elite commandos swimming through the magma from below, it is simply an all-round war integrating sea, land and air.

The battlefield situation is changing almost every moment.

Any commander with a slightly inferior level would be in a panic and not know what to do.

Because there is too much information that needs to be analyzed and processed in a short period of time.

Many pit fiends often need to issue more than five commands quickly within a few seconds.

Otherwise, the defense lines in certain areas may risk collapse.

Such rapid mobilization of troops and defenses has clearly exceeded what mortals can bear.

Even the fleets assisted by artificial intelligence in the interstellar era will never be able to match the devils of Baator Hell in terms of tactics, strategy and military literacy.

Since both sides had no intention of communicating and negotiating, the war was extremely fierce from the beginning.

Viscount Mammon, who had been a weakling for several times, finally made a desperate move this time. Not only did he bring all his wealth with him, but he also hired a yugoloth demon to work for him.

In just a few hours, the outermost steel city wall had become riddled with holes and crumbling.

There are even gaps opened in some places, and countless devils are pouring in without stopping and starting to clean up the ruins and corpses, opening a way forward for the legions behind.

"Sir, in half an hour at most, we will be able to completely eliminate the resistance on the outermost wall and realize the first step of your grand plan.

But the problem is that the casualties caused by this reckless attack are too great.

If this continues, our military strength will not be enough.

Maybe we can try to besiege it first. Anyway, there is no way that Archduke Dispater will have any reinforcements. "

A frontline commander knelt on the ground and excitedly gave a detailed report to Viscount Maman.

"Oh? Has the outermost wall been taken down?"

Viscount Maman's eyes shone slightly, and his tongue like a poisonous snake came out of his mouth to show the excitement and excitement in his master's heart.

The devil commander nodded quickly: "Yes. However, the artillery unit suffered heavy losses in the shooting. We don't have many heavy weapons to continue to implement this tactic."

Viscount Maman waved his hand indifferently: "It doesn't matter. After taking down the outermost city wall, it doesn't matter whether there are those artillery pieces or not. Send someone to inform Archduke Balzeb, saying that I have broken through the City of Steel. It is urgently needed." Some reinforcements to expand the victory."

"Attack...break?"

The devil commander was stunned for a moment, turned around and glanced at the city defense system that was as hard to chew as a hedgehog.

Obviously, only conquering the outermost wall is far from the goal of "breaking through the Steel City".

At least more than eight walls must be conquered to barely occupy the outer city area.

But he soon understood the intention of his lord, opened his mouth in disbelief and tried: "You mean to use deception to exchange for more reinforcements to supplement our manpower consumption?"

"What is deception!

Didn't we conquer the outermost wall?

Aren't these walls part of the Steel City?

So is there a problem with me saying that we broke through the Steel City?"

Viscount Maman twisted his body and came to his men and asked with an unhappy face.

Seeing this, the devil commander immediately put on a loyal look and responded loudly: "No, there is no problem. Your wisdom is far beyond my reach. I will go to report the situation to Grand Duke Baalzebu and ask him to send reinforcements."

"Then go quickly!

Remember, this time I can't be opportunistic like before.

Otherwise, there will be no lord of any level in the entire Batto Hell who will trust me and be willing to ally with me.

Then the third level will be isolated by everyone."

When saying this, Viscount Maman's attitude obviously became very bad.

This is why he, who has always been greedy and stingy, would launch a fierce attack at the cost of casualties.

If he doesn't make some decent achievements in this cooperation, his reputation as a fence-sitter and a soft persimmon will be completely established.

At that time, don't expect to survive in hell.

Maybe even the devil dukes under his command will have the idea of ​​replacing him, and then conspire to seize power with the support of lords of other levels or Asmodeus.

So Viscount Maman must win this battle, and he must fight beautifully.

On the other hand, in the eighth level - Carnia, the war between Mephistopheles and Grand Duke Baalzebub has already begun.

As an extremely cold level, the environment here is very similar to the fifth level.

Many glaciers that move as fast as people running squeeze each other, and then cause violent avalanches and countless ice cubes rolling down.

The rumbling sound and the ice cubes that are enough to smash the dragon into a meat paste are definitely everyone's nightmare.

To be precise, most mortals can't even survive a few minutes on this level.

Because that kind of cold is not something that can be resisted by wearing more clothes.

It is a kind of magical extreme cold that directly affects the soul.

Whether it is a demon or a soul that enters this level, as long as it does not stay in a warm room or next to a campfire, it will be completely frozen into an ice sculpture in a short while.

Yes, you read that right.

Even souls that are not afraid of cold are still like this, not to mention other creatures.

But the interesting thing is that this plane is terribly cold as a whole, but the interior of the Morphista Fortress, the residence of the lord, is hot.

Not only is there a bright and warm fire, but there is also an inexhaustible hot spring.

Its luxury is simply beyond the reach of any mortal palace.

Of course, after Grand Duke Baalzebu and his legion rushed in, this originally quiet and lifeless plane was finally broken.

The deafening shouts, explosions and magic effects instantly shattered the tranquility here.

Various avalanches, ice and rocks rolling down from the top of the glacier poured down like raindrops.

Many demons who had no time to react were buried alive deep underground in an instant.

The rest of those who escaped were not lucky either, and had to continue to fight the enemy in the biting cold.

"Mephistopheles! Stop being a coward! Come out and let's settle all the accounts of these years."

The twisted body of Grand Duke Baalzebub, which made people feel uncomfortable, appeared behind his own army, directly inviting his mortal enemy to a decisive battle.

About two or three seconds later, a humanoid creature with hellish red skin, horns, and wings appeared out of thin air in front of everyone, holding a steel fork in his hand and wearing a deep dark cloak behind his back.

No need to ask, you know that this is the famous eighth-level lord-Mephistopheles.

If there is any very obvious feature of this guy, it is that his appearance is almost exactly the same as the standard devil in the impression of mortals.

But if anyone dares to underestimate him because of this, it would be a big mistake.

Because Mephistopheles is the only level lord in the entire Baator Hell who has not fallen at the hands of Asmodeus.

To be precise, he had seen through the Lord of Hell's tactics long ago, so he made full preparations in advance to create a false identity for himself - Baron Morikros.

Then, by playing two roles, one of the "self" challenged the dominance of the other "self".

In this way, Mephistopheles can ensure that his position is as stable as Mount Tai by singing a double act.

After all, the challenger's ecological niche has been filled by himself, and it is difficult for others to obtain the support needed to challenge the lord in the presence of competitors.

Sometimes, in order to avoid suspicion from Asmodeus, this guy would even let one of himself coup to get rid of another self, and then coup back after a while, so that the outside world would mistakenly believe that the political situation on the eighth level is always in a state of turmoil.

When the truth was exposed, all the devils were shocked by Mephistopheles's trickery and his insidious cunning in politics.

"Hahaha! You finally show up!"

Grand Duke Baalzeb waved his disgusting sticky tentacles and laughed wildly.

"Sorry, I don't remember when I hid from you.

And I'm curious, what gave you the courage to start a war?

Have you forgotten that the last time you did this, you changed from the Archon, which you were most proud of, to the disgusting appearance you are now."

Mephistopheles was obviously a "yin and yang master". With just a few words, he hit the lungs of Grand Duke Baalzeb, making the latter tremble with anger.

After all, the handsome image of the Archon has always been the most proud feature of Grand Duke Baalzeb, and he has even publicly mocked the hideous and ugly appearance of other devils more than once.

But in the end, he became uglier than 99.999% of the devils.

"Humph!

You are still just a talker like before.

When Soth successfully defeats Asmodeus and becomes the new Lord of Hell, you will understand why I have such courage.

But unfortunately, you will not see this day.

Before the ninth and tenth floors decide the winner, I will kill you first."

As he said that, Grand Duke Baalzeb waved his tentacles and flew into the air and rushed towards the opponent.

Those Archon who fell with him followed closely behind, blocking all the enemy troops who tried to rush up to help.

The next second...

Boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The huge flesh bomb body of the Flying Insect Lord smashed directly on the rigid ice surface, creating a huge deep pit on the spot. The scattered ice blocks were like bullets and shells, causing amazing damage to the surrounding demons.

"You are still as reckless as before."

Mephistopheles replied unceremoniously, and then waved his weapon to meet him.

The two level lords had just met and started fighting like this.

The terrifying destructive power quickly formed an inaccessible dangerous area around.

Seeing that the lords were fighting in the front line, the rest of the demon army naturally could not be lazy or lazy. They all cheered up and fought the enemy in front of them with all their strength.

Even the biting cold in the environment seemed to have subsided a lot in the fierce battle.

"Prepare to die! You cunning, dirty and dirty liar!"

Grand Duke Baalzebu roared and tried to suppress his opponent.

Although Asmodeus stripped him of his Archon appearance, this twisted, ugly body was not weak, but was greatly strengthened in close combat.

Especially the mucus attached to the surface of the body, which made it difficult for most weapons to cause effective damage to it.

It might even slide away directly due to the greatly reduced friction.

"Tsk tsk, it seems that you are really confident in Soth.

But don't forget that Asmodeus has never lost since he became the Lord of Hell.

If you fail again this time, how will Asmodeus punish you?

Make you uglier?

Or directly deprive you of your lordship?"

After several consecutive attacks that didn't work, Mephistopheles began to launch verbal and psychological offensives.

"Don't worry about that! You should worry more about how to kneel down and ask for my mercy and forgiveness later."

Grand Duke Baalzebub grinned and revealed a mouthful of sharp teeth, almost biting off one of his opponent's arms.

After repeatedly confirming that there was no interference from any external forces, the two mortal enemies finally pulled out their true abilities and were determined to completely kill each other.

...

As for the last battlefield, the first-level lord Bayer also started to fight with Duke Agares under Prince Levistus.

Since the troops under the former were all elite veterans who had fought on the bloody front, the latter's blocking battle was extremely difficult.

What's more, Duke Agares didn't even have the opportunity to build fortifications, nor did he occupy the most important military town on the first level - the Bronze Fortress.

So obstacles like this, which only had a few small fortresses and trenches on the plain, were basically equivalent to nothing in front of the Devil Legion.

In addition, Bayer, who was famous for his defense, was an absolute tactical master. He found several loopholes in a very short time and directly tore the already fragile defense line to pieces.

Then, with the help of the eight demon generals, he interspersed and surrounded them, turning an offensive and defensive battle into an annihilation battle.

Before countless devil armies could receive new orders, they found themselves surrounded by enemy troops, and the scene was in complete chaos.

But there was nothing that could be done about it.

Prince Levistus had been frozen for too long, so he had no way to train and command the army himself.

"Hahaha! It's so relaxing! I didn't expect the legions on the fifth level to have fallen to this extent."

Bayer couldn't help but burst into laughter as he looked at the situation on the battlefield.

He believed that his record of defeating Prince Levistus's army in less than three days could definitely wash away the rumors that he would only hide behind the city wall and be a coward.

Not only that!

Once Asmodeus wins this civil war, he will have the opportunity to become the number one hero, which is simply killing two birds with one stone.

Of course, it doesn't matter even if Zuo Si wins.

Anyway, Bayer feels that he is definitely more valuable than Prince Levistus, so when the time comes, he only needs to bow his head and pledge his allegiance to keep everything he has now.

In short, except for Grand Duke Disbat on the second level, all the other lords basically have their own little ideas.

“Your Excellency, please don’t be happy too early.

Although we have defeated Prince Levistus's army, their losses were not great.

If they gather again, they will cause us a lot of trouble.

And according to the latest news, Viscount Maman is besieging the Iron City on the second level. Archduke Balzeb and Mephistopheles are also fighting inextricably, and Zarrell is leading Fierna and Gray Thea broke into the last level.

If we fail to respond in time, the consequences could be serious. L"

An Eight Demon General explained the current situation unceremoniously.

The corner of Bayer's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably, and he quickly responded: "Of course I know the situation is urgent. But the problem is that no matter how urgent it is, we can't rush to speed up the march while risking being attacked from both sides."

"I understand. But please hurry up, otherwise the whole hell will fall into a state of eternal destruction."

After saying this, the Eight Demon Generals ignored the first-level lord and went to give orders to his legions.

After all, they were not mere stooges with only titles but no power, but generals with real power who could directly bypass Bayer and issue orders to the army.

If Bayer dares to deliberately drag his feet here, then the Eight Demon Generals have the right to directly use him as a puppet.

"Damn! What a bunch of arrogant bastards! I hate them more and more now."

Bayer couldn't help but curse in a low voice as he stared at the retreating figure of the Eight Demon Generals.

However, despite the scolding, he was still very honest in executing it. He quickly formulated a battle plan, obviously intending to rescue Archduke Dispater first.

Just when the entire Bator Hell was in chaos, Zuo Si was in the central tower of the huge cyberpunk city, enjoying the night view with great interest while drinking a drink.

After seven or eight minutes, he suddenly asked without looking back: "Do you think I should accept the choice presented by Asmodeus?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know. Because only you are qualified to make a choice like this."

The succubus queen Malcanshut gave the answer without thinking.

"Haha, okay, I just asked casually, and I didn't expect you to answer.

To be honest, I would be a little reluctant to give up the huge prestige I have in Baator Hell.

After all, I brought all of this, and I gave those devils the opportunity to advance.

But why should Asmodeus have the exclusive benefit?

This is obviously not fair at all.

So he has to give me some compensation. "

Zuo Si touched his chin and expressed his plan.

Malcanthet shook his head slightly and responded: "With all due respect, Asmodeus may not be able to satisfy your appetite.

After all, he is just the spokesperson of the plane's will in the Bator Hell of this universe.

And you are a powerful planeswalker connecting the multiverse and even the dark void.

Unless he is willing to reveal the secrets of an entire plane, no other compensation will mean anything to you. "

"Revealing the biggest secret of the entire Baator Hell? Don't be kidding me! There is no way Asmodeus would do this. Otherwise, he would have taken me to visit the giant snake coils on the last level."

After saying that, Zuo Si picked up the cup and took a sip of the slightly sour wine, with a relaxed and cheerful smile on his face.

It is not difficult to tell from his very casual attitude that he actually doesn't care much about the so-called "compensation" and is just looking for an excuse to convince himself.

After all, the greatest significance of becoming a Devil Prince is that you can use the power of the plane to continuously squeeze massive souls into energy comparable to divine power, and then store it for emergencies.

As for everything else, everything is secondary.

"What if the compensation Asmodeus offers you is not satisfactory?"

Malkanthet questioned in an uncertain tone.

Zuo Si put down his wine glass and spread his hands with an indifferent expression: "What else can I do?

Of course accept first and then try to bargain.

The Lord of Hell knows that it is impossible for me to rob his position, and I also know that he knows that it is impossible to rob his position.

So this is a game of open cards.

And I am at an absolute disadvantage.

As for how much he is willing to give, it depends on Asmodeus's sincerity. "

"Are you really going to give up the huge prestige and appeal you have finally accumulated?"

Mecanshute came closer with light and elegant steps. His slender hands gently pressed on Zuo Si's shoulders, kneaded and massaged him, and at the same time, he rested his head on his soft chest.

It has to be said that few people can compare to this succubus queen when it comes to making others feel relaxed and comfortable.

Because as long as she is willing, she can make a person experience the ultimate enjoyment of ecstasy at any time.

It's a pity that Zuo Si has no intention of doing this now, but is controlling the battle situation on the front line remotely.

With the rapid development of magic and technology on the ninth level, real-time battlefield dynamic updates through 3D projection and all screens are nothing new.

What's more, he himself is the father of New Phyrexia and the supreme master of Shimmer.

According to intelligence, on the battlefield on the tenth floor, Asmodeus's legion had already suffered an exaggerated number of "kills."

Zuo Si even doubted whether the Malsheme Fortress could really hold so many devils.

Just as he was counting how many demon legions had disappeared from the outside world, a very thin figure suddenly appeared out of thin air and shouted breathlessly: "Guide... mentor! It's not good! I just Got the news that Nicol Bolas obtained the Eternal Sun and severely damaged the spirit dragon Ugin."

It is easy to tell from the name that this young man whose height and appearance have changed drastically is none other than Sancho who was sent to Ravnica a few years ago.

"What? Nicol Bolas got the Immortal Sun?"

Zuo Siteng stood up from his chair in an instant.

Because no one knows better than him what this means.

"That's right!

Many planeswalkers are looking for you now, including Sorin Markov.

Oh, by the way, Lithomancer Nahiri was also involved in the battle and disappeared.

Right now, all the insiders in the entire Ravnica space-time have become extremely panicked.

They feared that Nicol Bolas might launch a full-scale invasion at any time. "

Sancho did not dare to hide anything and shook out everything he knew in one breath.

Although after these years of experience, he has become a very good planeswalker, and was even dubbed the "Mystic" because of his various methods.

But after witnessing the battle of the top planeswalkers, I was still frightened.

Because its terrifying destructive power and control over regular magic completely surpassed the gods of Faerun.

Especially Nicol Bolas, who never held back, directly tore the time and space where the Eternal Sun was into pieces.

Several planets and entire stars collapsed in the dazzling light, turning into nothingness and being swallowed by the dark void.

No words can describe the shocking scene at that time.

If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, Sancho felt that he might have died along with the other two planeswalkers who hadn't escaped.

"So the old dragon has already got the [Lock], and now all he needs is the [Door] in my hand? Damn it! This is not good news..."

Zuo Si narrowed his eyes with a solemn expression.

You must know that he is not completely ready to start the War of Sparks yet.

So something had to be done to interrupt Nicol Bolas' progress and delay it for a while.

Sancho also asked nervously: "Mentor, what should we do now?

Once the Eternal Sacred Sun appears in a certain time and space, it will completely block the transmission ability of all planeswalker sparks.

If Nicol Bolas used it to slowly capture the planeswalkers, he could theoretically complete the spell.

And I heard that one of my artifact masters is trying to replicate the time and space bridge. "

"Don't panic!

Don't worry!

You go back and stabilize everyone first.

I need some time to sort out what I'm doing.

Then he will go over and start solving the problem.

Also, you must not reveal my whereabouts to anyone, okay? "

Zuo Si stared into his eldest disciple's eyes and warned him seriously.

Sancho immediately nodded vigorously: "Understood! Please rest assured that I have never disclosed the information and coordinates of this universe to any planeswalker."

"Very good! Now go and complete your mission. As for the reward, I will give it to you later."

After saying that, Zuo Si gently patted the young man's shoulder to encourage him.

Sancho didn't say much, just nodded and activated the Planeswalker Spark again and disappeared.

Less than a minute after he left, Zuo Si sent a message to another of his allies.

In a blink of an eye!

The Undead Emperor Xia En VII appeared in the topmost room of this skyscraper.

He first looked around to confirm where he was, and then asked in a slightly surprised tone: "What makes you so urgent to contact me in this way?"

"The War of the Spark risks starting early. Now I need your help. To be precise, I need you to bring the time bridge to meet Nicol Bolas."

Zuo Si made the request straightforwardly.

Because maybe for other people, this is a quite dangerous task, but for the demilich who has a phylactery to resurrect, it is nothing.

"You mean...let me lurk next to the enemy as a spy?"

Xia En VII instantly understood what he was going to do next.

Zuo Si nodded very simply: "Yes, just to monitor the progress of Nicol Bolas.

We must not allow him to start War of the Spark at this point in time.

In addition, you must help me figure out where he hid the Eternal Sacred Sun.

This artifact has a special feature, which is that it will render the planeswalker's spark useless.

This means that he cannot take it with him, but will find a time and space to hide it until he needs it. "

"I see! Don't worry, I won't let you down. And I also want to see this opponent who can make you feel like you are facing a formidable enemy, the legendary most powerful planeswalker."

When saying this, Shane VII's eyes revealed a strong curiosity and yearning.

In his eyes, Zuo Si is now powerful and terrifying enough, but he is still full of fear when mentioning this elder dragon planeswalker, so he really wants to confirm the other party's true strength.

Zuo Si reminded with a serious face: "Believe me, when you see him, you will understand that elder dragon planeswalkers like Nicol Bolas and Wu Jin are completely different from other planeswalkers left over from the new generation or even the ancient times. They are like a bug, mastering some kind of rule power from the dark void and the multiverse..."