A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

Ding!

Accompanied by the crisp sound of the collision of weapons and the golden sparks flying everywhere, the two gravel swords in Nahiri's hand collided fiercely with the sharp sword burning with black flames in Graya's hand.

"Madam, what do you mean by this?"

The Dark Prince frowned subconsciously and asked.

As a rational person, he obviously didn't understand why the other party attacked him when they first met.

"Hehe, didn't your father tell you? This is my way of greeting."

Nashiri grinned with a slightly excited smile.

"The way of greeting?"

Graya couldn't understand the brain circuit of this obviously crazy woman in front of him.

Nahiri nodded without thinking: "That's right!

When I first met your father, we also got to know each other through the sword in our hands.

Although he was still a little immature at that time, I have to say that it was indeed a very pleasant exchange, and it also established our alliance.

In my opinion, this world is full of lies, deception, disguise and betrayal.

But there is one thing that will not lie, that is the sword in your hand.

Because when facing a threat that is fatal, a person will inevitably expose the truest thoughts in his heart.

So now please use the sword in your hand to establish a trust relationship with me.

After all, we will become allies fighting side by side next, right?"

"So you just want to fight with me out of sheer willfulness?"

Graya's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably, and he obviously didn't believe a word of the nonsense just now.

In his opinion, this senior planeswalker who is much older than his father is essentially a lunatic who is mentally and psychologically abnormal like Isadora.

However, the gravel magician Nahiri didn't seem to be completely crazy enough, and still maintained some rationality and complete thinking logic.

As for Isadora...

The Dark Prince felt that except for his father, no one could really control this chaotic woman who was completely trapped in uncertainty and randomness.

"It doesn't matter how you interpret it. Anyway, you can't avoid this battle."

After that, Nahiri used her best gravel magic to raise a stone pillar under her feet, and then jumped over Graya's head and attacked her back at an extremely tricky angle.

Her unique body movements and swordsmanship that were agile and could find the force point at any time made the Dark Prince busy in just a few seconds.

Although as a quasi-divine power, Graya was born with many very powerful melee specialties.

He could even give himself the level of a legendary warrior as needed, and he could also make advance predictions with magic and powerful perception.

But in front of Nahiri, these things that could easily crush mortals were of no use at all.

Because the opponent's BUG-level seal ability attached to the rock completely blocked all abilities related to foresight and perception.

As for the warrior level and a large number of melee expertise, the role they can play under the three-dimensional all-round attack is really very limited.

At this moment, Graya finally realized the value of the title of "Ancient Planeswalker" and regretted not following Zuo Si to study swordsmanship seriously.

Otherwise, he would never be suppressed so badly now.

You must know that in a sword duel with Nahiri, you not only need to guard against the two gravel swords, but also be on guard at all times and never be touched directly by them.

Otherwise, you will be reduced to being like Sorin Markov, directly sealed and imprisoned and turned into a famous tourist attraction for people to visit - Sorin Rock.

[Damn it! Shar, I need your help! ]

After being stabbed through several times in a row, the Dark Prince felt that he was finally a little bit overwhelmed and began to ask the Goddess of Night for help.

You have to know that the current Lithomancer is not the same as when she was just released from the Vault many years ago.

With the help of Zuo Si, she has also greatly strengthened herself through many methods.

In addition, the characteristics of her spark can seal all energy and abilities, so the more she relies on magic and quasi-divine power, the easier it is to be restrained by it.

[Sorry, I can't help you now. After all, you only opened a small gap for me, and my divine power can't be transmitted through such a small gap. ]

Shar pretended to be helpless, but her voice revealed naked and undisguised gloating.

After all, it's rare to see Graya being defeated.

Moreover, she could feel that Nahiri had neither hostility nor murderous intentions, so it was no big deal even if she lost.

[I'll release the restrictions for you! Don't talk nonsense! Give me your divine power! ]

Just as he was talking, a cut suddenly appeared on the pale and handsome face of the Dark Prince, and dark red blood dripped down his cheek into the soil under his feet.

Instantly!

A thick black color began to spread around with the feet as the center.

Even the sky seemed to be covered with a thin layer of black gauze.

"What is this?!!"

Such a strange phenomenon undoubtedly surprised Nahiri.

But Graya did not want to explain, but completely merged with the darkness under the blessing of Shar's power.

Before the other party could react, he completely disappeared from sight.

The next second...

Nahiri suddenly felt a chill coming from behind, and subconsciously turned around to parry with the gravel sword in her hand.

Boom!

A burning black flame rushed over at lightning speed.

The huge power contained in it forced her to retreat several steps before she could barely stabilize her body.

But when Nahiri wanted to fight back, she found that there was nothing behind the black flame, just darkness and nothingness.

If she hadn't been able to sense that her spatial position had not changed through the planeswalker spark, she would even think that she was pulled into the dark void.

What happened?

What happened?

Why did Graya disappear?

What happened to the weird attack just now?

Just when Nahiri was puzzled, the same attack came again.

But this time she had been prepared and laid a large number of rock tentacles around for sensing.

So he turned around the moment he entered the ten-meter radius, and saw a scene that he would never forget.

It was a virtual shadow created entirely by the power of darkness, without a single entity.

Unlike the invisibility or shadow hiding he had guessed, Graya used the drop of blood that fell on the ground to completely dissolve himself into a huge dark barrier.

In other words, it was like being swallowed directly into the stomach, and all the darkness around him, whether it was the burning black flames, were all part of the Dark Prince's body.

After realizing this, Nahiri immediately released gravel magic to create a huge barrier, forcibly blocking the fierce black flames that followed, and chuckled and teased: "You want to turn the disadvantage around by cheating because you are not good at swordsmanship? It seems that you are very different from your father. You know, he didn't use as many tricks as you did back then."

"Tricks? No, ma'am, this is not a trick, but a part of my strength. And I didn't agree to compete with you in swordsmanship."

Graya's low voice kept echoing around.

"Hmph! It doesn't matter! Do you think this little cover can trap me?"

Accompanied by a sneer of contempt, the rocks surrounding Nahiri's body began to emit dazzling golden light, and then exploded without warning.

The violent energy impact and the countless splashes of sealing power instantly shattered the eternal night area created by the Dark Prince.

He himself could no longer maintain his original form, and quickly absorbed a large area of ​​darkness and condensed it into a human shape.

Except that his face became paler, there was almost no sign of injury.

"How is it? Am I right?"

Nashiri fiddled with the gravel sword in her hand, with a hint of ridicule in her tone.

"As a competition to understand each other and build a trusting relationship, I think this is enough. Do you want to continue?"

Graya obviously didn't want to fight anymore.

Because if he didn't use his trump card, he couldn't get any advantage at all.

And once his trump card was used, the result was basically death or disability, and it was irreversible.

"Why not? For me, this is just a warm-up."

After finally finding someone to play with, Nahiri didn't want it to end so quickly.

But within a few seconds, she quickly changed her mind.

To be precise, the two gravel swords in her hands suddenly disappeared out of thin air, right under her nose.

The indescribable weirdness made this slightly crazy woman shiver involuntarily.

"Did you do it?"

Nahiri suddenly raised her head and stared into the eyes of the Dark Prince.

"That's right.

This is the ability of my planeswalker spark, which can completely turn everything into nothingness.

If you continue to make trouble, I may start to use this trump card.

If you lose some limbs or parts of your body, it won't be my fault."

Graya threatened and warned calmly.

Because he knew very well that the other party was not really crazy, but just a little crazy.

So in theory, he should be able to understand the subtext he wanted to express.

Facts proved that the Dark Prince's judgment was correct.

After realizing the huge risks that might be faced if she continued to fight, Nahiri decisively stopped all actions, threw away the incomplete gravel sword in her hand, and shrugged her shoulders with a nonchalant look.

"Well, maybe you are right, let's stop here. Tell me, is there anything that Soth wants to tell me when he asked you to come to Ravnica?"

Seeing that the gravel warlock finally calmed down, Graya breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "No. He is in a critical period right now and has no energy to care about other things. The main reason I came to Ravnica is for another planeswalker - Liliana."

"Liliana? That necromancer!"

Nahiri was slightly surprised.

Through other new generation planeswalkers, especially Jace and others, she has learned that Liliana has been forced to surrender to Nicol Bolas and has now become the commander of the old dragon's Eternal Legion.

She had no idea what the Prince of Darkness was doing with an enemy at this time.

"Yes, that's this woman. Someone told me that my father had made some secret agreement with her, so now I want Liliana to know that she does not have no other options."

Grea openly stated the true purpose of this trip without any concealment.

Nahiri was so smart that she immediately understood what the Prince of Darkness meant. She raised her eyebrows and probed: "You mean, Soth has a way to get this woman out of the shackles of the contract and defect at the critical moment?"

Greia nodded slightly and responded: "That's right. Although I don't know what kind of promise her father gave her originally, I am sure that the contract that Nicol Bolas relied on can be bypassed."

"ha!

This guy Soth is still as reassuring as ever.

Unexpectedly, all the preparations were made secretly early.

But you're obviously in the wrong place this time.

Liliana is not in Ravnica right now, but should be with Nicol Bolas.

Whether it was in Amonkhet or elsewhere is unknown.

Since the war is about to begin, I don't recommend that you take the initiative to find her now.

Because if nothing goes wrong, she will soon follow Nicol Bolas to Ravnica. "

When she said these words, Nahiri's tone revealed unprecedented ease and joy.

"Okay, I think I know what to do."

Realizing that she was early, Graya suddenly lost interest.

But just a second later, he suddenly remembered another thing and continued to ask: "How much do you know about the recent black market auctions?"

“Black market auction?

ah!

You're referring to those shady little mice.

Don't worry, they are just a group of guys selling contraband in order to make high profits.

It is said that the Azorius Senate has some clues, and it won't be long before they are all caught. "

Nahiri was clearly not impressed by this.

Because in Ravnica, which is ruled by the Guildpact, small things like this are nothing.

Isn't it just smuggling and auctioning some dangerous contraband?

Similar situations happen every three days, and some people even sell dragon eggs privately. It's not worth making a fuss about.

The little harm he could do was a drop in the bucket compared to the real threat of Nicol Bolas.

"Oh? Really..."

Greia smiled noncommittally and said nothing more, but turned around and walked towards the more prosperous central area.

Upon seeing this, Nahiri immediately shouted: "Hey! Wait! Aren't you going to follow me to meet Niv-Mizzet, the Flame Spirit? He is very interested in you."

"Forget it, it's better for me to continue to stay in the dark."

Greia waved her hand without looking back and quickly disappeared around the corner of the dark alley.

Not long after he left, Jace Beleren, wearing a blue and white cloak, appeared beside Nahiri out of thin air and asked in an emotionless tone: "Are you sure he is on our side? "

"Of course! Don't forget, he is the descendant of Soth."

Nahiri replied in the affirmative without thinking.

"But I can't read the memory and thinking of this dark prince, so I can't confirm this at all. And I haven't been able to contact Ugin for a long time. Do you know where he is?"

When Ugin was mentioned, Jace Beleren visibly frowned.

Compared to Zuo Si, who was elusive all day long and had no idea what he was doing, he obviously trusted the ancient planeswalker who successfully sealed the Eldrazi Titan back then - Spirit Dragon Wujin.

It's just that since the last confrontation with Nicol Bolas, Ugin suddenly disappeared for unknown reasons and never contacted anyone again.

But Nahiri obviously didn't take it seriously and pointed out a clear path.

"Perhaps you can ask my vampire teacher who lives in Innistrad's plane - Sorin Markov. If there is anyone else in this world who can find Ugin when needed, it must be him."

"Solin? That's it! I understand."

Jace Beleren is undoubtedly a man of action. After getting the clues he wanted, he immediately activated the Planeswalker Spark and set off for Innistrad.

After all, the war was imminent, and he had to gather as much strength as possible to fight against Nicol Bolas before the Eternal Sun sealed off Ravnica.

Especially as the only elder dragon planeswalker, Nicol Bolas's brother and old enemy, Ugin cannot be absent.

But he obviously didn't know that the real spirit dragon Wujin had been killed by Zuo Si long ago, and his soul was currently trapped in a meditation state suffering eternal pain and torture.

At the same time, far away in another unknown time and space, Nicol Bolas, the initiator of the War of the Spark, was ready to go. He was standing in front of a huge abandoned temple and narrowed his eyes. Eyes staring at the endless upgraded and powerful Eternal Army.

Obviously, since the last fight with Zuo Si's disguised Wu Jin, he noticed something was wrong, so he decisively began to increase the cards in his hand.

Nowadays, these originally very powerful immortals all exude the aura of divine power and divinity, and they are simply like mass-produced castrated versions of the immortal evil gods.

Through the plunder, destruction, and destruction of hundreds of planes and even universes, Nicol Bolas not only built an unprecedentedly powerful army, but also restored himself to a combat power that was infinitely close to his peak.

Now he no longer looks old or weak, but instead exudes a strong sense of dominance and confidence from the bones.

The planeswalkers who swore allegiance to him, including Tezzeret, are now kneeling in front of this powerful elder dragon, not daring to look into his eyes that flashed with terrifying light.

There is no doubt that this is the real complete Nicol Bolas, not the dying old dragon who keeps trying to gather strength and prolong his life after the spark deteriorates.

Eternal Holy Sun!

A "lock" used to block the entire plane so that all planeswalkers cannot escape.

Planar Bridge!

A "channel" used to send a large number of troops across time and space to capture the entire Ravnica.

Transdimensional Beacon!

A "bait" used to attract all planeswalkers in the entire multiverse.

Elder Spell!

The "key" used to seize other planeswalker sparks to complete the upgrade and transformation and restore the power of the ancient times.

After so many years, after so much deliberate planning, and after countless accidents and twists and turns, all the prerequisites have finally been met.

For a moment, Nicol Bolas couldn't help but recall his magnificent and sturdy life.

At the beginning, when he was born with his brothers Ugin, Minmeen, Arcades Sabas, Palladia-Mors, and Vaevictis Amadi, he was almost the weakest among the many elder dragons.

He even had to avoid being hunted by his own kind and other races, and could only carefully obtain prey in the cracks to develop.

But this precarious survival state was completely changed with the awakening of the planeswalker spark.

With the blessing of the terrifying power of the ancient planeswalker spark that was comparable to or even beyond the gods, he and Ugin blew up all the other brothers and sisters and completely reached the top to become the strongest elder dragon.

Later, while traveling around, he defeated Malireki, a being that was almost as powerful as the Eldrazi Titan, and sealed him in the Black Abyss.

Then he suffered his first defeat in his life, and also his first death, when he was defeated and exiled to the void by the mortal hero Mezhe Tetsuo.

But fortunately, this state did not last long.

With his clever mind and strategy, Nicol Bolas lured Venser and his party to help him lift the exile.

When he came back, he directly blew up the famous time mage, Teferi, to announce his return to the entire multiverse.

Then he easily defeated the Night God and Leshrac who wanted to unite against him, and went to the plane of Tarkir to kill his brother Ugin.

After the time rift appeared, Teferi began to summon many planeswalkers to sacrifice themselves to save the multiverse, causing the planeswalker sparks to deteriorate collectively.

To some extent, Nicol Bolas's tough life was basically either fighting or making trouble, and there was never a moment of peace.

Even if he was defeated, killed, or exiled occasionally, he never lost heart or gave up.

If he hadn't done something too crazy, he would have been a typical inspirational protagonist.

Whether he grew from weak to strong, or rose again after failure, he exuded a unique personality charm.

Now, the old dragon is finally going to take the last step to take back what should belong to him.

After all, in his eyes, Teferi's repair of the time rift is not as great and selfless as the rumors outside, but is completely generous to others.

Why should he sacrifice his perfect and powerful ancient planeswalker spark to save the universe?

Did Teferi agree to do this?

He clearly refused at the beginning!

So on Nicol Bolas's hate list, Teferi has always been at the top.

He had already thought about it. After he completed the elder spell and became a true dragon god, the first thing he would do was to destroy Teferi's hometown and all his relatives and friends in front of him, and then tear him to pieces alive, including his soul.

Just as the old dragon was thinking about how to settle accounts according to the list after his return as a king, Tezzeret finally couldn't help but raise his head and asked carefully: "Great Dragon Lord, when can we open the time-space bridge to invade Ravnica?"

"Don't worry! I'm still waiting for someone to show up."

The old dragon was obviously very unhappy when his thoughts were interrupted, and he glared at this useless subordinate fiercely.

Because if Tezzeret could be more motivated and directly snatched the time-space bridge and the Immortal Sun, he wouldn't have to wait until now, and he could have launched this long-planned Spark War a long time ago.

"You're referring to Soth, right? I don't think he'll come back. He hasn't heard from me in years, and he hasn't given you any useful information."

Tezzeret obviously didn't have much foresight, and took the opportunity to smear and slander Zuo Si.

After all, the feud between the two can be traced back to when New Phyrexia had not yet been completely replaced by New Shore Oil.

He would never forget that he was almost killed on Mirrodin.

"Hmph! Don't use your stupid mind and narrow-minded thinking to speculate on a strong man. I believe Soth will bring me information about Ugin at this critical moment."

Nicol Bolas's eyes revealed a trace of contempt and disdain.

You have to know that in his eyes, Tezzeret was a tool from the beginning to the end, not even a human being, otherwise he would not have directly wiped out all his memories in the simplest and crudest way.

Until now, Tezzeret's brain often has various problems, which shows how serious the consequences of the memory cleansing were.

Of course, many of them are also due to Jace Beleren.

Poor Tezzeret's memory was roughly wiped twice, it would be strange if there were no problems.

"Great Dragon Lord, I don't think you have to just wait like this. Before launching a full-scale attack, I think you can start a small-scale infiltration and find something for the Ten Guildpact in Ravnica to do."

An unknown alien planeswalker covered with a lot of flowers and plants took the initiative to step forward and suggested.

"Have your people infiltrated?"

Nicol Bolas lowered his head slightly and looked at this subordinate who was less than 1.5 meters tall and looked like a potato covered with moss.

The alien planeswalker responded quickly: "Yes.

My people have been active in Ravnica for some time.

And they have taken the opportunity to spread a large number of seeds in every corner.

With just one order, we can immediately complete the parasitism and create countless puppets out of thin air."

Nicol Bolas nodded with satisfaction after hearing this: "Very good! Then you can go to Ravnica to create chaos, suspicion and destruction as much as you want. It won't be long before I will lead the army to join you."

"As you wish!"

A sinister smile appeared on the face of the alien planeswalker, and then he disappeared in a green light.

Looking at the grass and flowers growing where he just stood, the undead emperor Shane VII, who had been silent all the time, showed a thoughtful expression.

As a spy, he has been observing and collecting intelligence on every planeswalker under the old dragon.

But he has no clue about this mysterious planeswalker who suddenly appeared recently.

Because the other party is not a human or humanoid creature in the ordinary sense, but is closer to plant intelligent life such as tree people.

As for the ability, because the time is too short, nothing is known at all.

But Shane VII can be sure that this newly joined planeswalker should be one of the old dragon's trump cards, and its ability is likely to be related to plants, parasitism, and manipulation.

It's just that there is too little information at present, so it is impossible to make a more accurate judgment.

Just when the half-lich was hesitating whether to take the risk of passing on this news, Nicol Bolas suddenly threw a scepter that exuded a terrifying breath of death at his feet.

"Here, this Holy Word of the Dead is yours now. Next, I need you and Liliana to control the Legion of the Eternal."

"Me?!"

Shane VII picked up the scepter and was slightly stunned, a little confused about what the other party was going to do.

"Yes, it's you. With Liliana's ability, it's not enough to control so many powerful undeads comparable to the Eternal Gods at the same time, so you need to share some of the burden."

As he said this, Nicol Bolas cast his eyes on the necromancer who looked like a doll and had no expression not far away.

"Dear Liliana, I think you should have no objection to this, right?"

"You are the master, and I am just a pathetic slave. Your will is my order."

Liliana answered without a trace of emotion.

If she could, she didn't want to stand here at all, let alone become an accomplice of this elder dragon planeswalker.

But the problem is that she has no choice at all.

Especially after the agreement was reached, Zuo Si disappeared completely without a trace. After so many years, there was no news at all, and he never contacted her on his own initiative.

This made Liliana feel that she should have been forgotten or abandoned.

Otherwise, she should have given herself a definite message before the War of the Spark began.

Little did she know that the reason why Zuo Si didn't do this was to ensure that Nicol Bolas would not be suspicious.

What's more, leaving Liliana alone to let her fall into panic, despair and self-doubt, and then suddenly appearing to pull her out of the abyss of pain, can maximize her feeling of being saved, and thus generate heartfelt gratitude.

After all, icing on the cake is never as unforgettable as helping someone in need.

It's like a person with tens of millions of assets, it is impossible for him to feel that he should repay you just because you gave him a luxury item worth tens of thousands of yuan.

But if it were a poor person who was about to be crushed by the burden of life and urgently needed thousands or even hundreds of yuan for emergency relief, tens of thousands of yuan of help would definitely make him remember it for a lifetime.

If he became rich in the future, he would repay you several times, dozens of times, hundreds of times, and think it was a favor.

But if on the other hand, you gave a life-saving special medicine to a rich person who had a terminal illness and could not be cured at all, he would also be grateful.

This is actually the result of different values ​​cognition among people of different identities, statuses, and classes.

If you want to achieve the best effect, you must grasp the opportunity and send it to the other person when he needs it most.

Poor Liliana obviously didn't know that she had long been manipulated by Zuo Si, who was well versed in psychology. Now she was in a state of anxiety and fear.

She, who prided herself on being smart and cunning, didn't realize that in the eyes of a true master, the little trick of using her beauty to seduce others was completely inferior.

"It seems that you are a smart person. I like smart people who know the times the most."

Nicol Bolas was undoubtedly very satisfied with Liliana's obedient attitude.

He was busy as a middleman because he saw the talent of this necromancer in controlling undead creatures.

You should know that there are not many planeswalkers willing to play with undead these days.

There are even fewer who are good at large-scale control.

Fortunately, with the joining of the Undead Emperor Shane VII, the old dragon now has two generals who can command the Eternal Legion.

This means that even if one of them is killed, the Eternal Legion will not fall into chaos because of losing control.

As for Nicol Bolas himself, although he also has black mana to control the undead, he is not good at controlling too many at a time.

To be precise, he can't do multiple things at the same time and control thousands of undead while dealing with other enemies.

You have to know that in order to maximize the combat effectiveness of the immortals, the souls of these undead creatures are almost consumed in the process of transformation. They do not retain much intelligence at all, and they cannot think and judge independently like advanced undead creatures. They must rely on people to give them clear instructions.

"We will be partners in the future. Please take care of us."

Shane VII greeted Liliana very friendly.

Unfortunately, Liliana did not respond. She just glanced coldly at the half-lich, and then stood there silently.

Nicol Bolas did not realize that the two commanders of the army he appointed were all traitors without exception.

Especially when he handed the scepter to Shane VII, it was like burying a big mine for himself.

After all, the ability and talent of the Necromancer in controlling the undead are not comparable to mortals like Liliana.

...

On the other side, the headquarters of the Izzet Alliance in the Ravnica time and space.

"Flame Spirit" Niv-Mizzet just released a terrifying fire magic to burn a guy who "disappointed" him into ashes.

Yes, you heard it right, he burned him to ashes right in front of him.

Don't think that this dragon born in ancient times is a "good man".

Quite the opposite!

When he was young, he was famous for his bad temper. He would directly start the violent mode of destroying the world if he disagreed with someone, and all the places he passed were ruins and scorched earth.

However, as he grew older and the Ten Guild Alliance was established, Niv-Mizzet began to become more mature and stable.

If someone didn't anger him, he would rarely "grill" directly.

"Dear President, you are like this, which makes it difficult for me. After all, he was alive when he walked in."

Sancho complained with a frown on his forehead.

Although he had secretly met with the Dark Prince Greya before and provided him with the necessary information, he didn't show it at all now, and still maintained his usual style of behavior.

Even the Lithomancer Nahiri didn't know that this newcomer of the Izzet League, who was rising in fame, was actually Zuo Si's favorite disciple and also a son of God.

"It doesn't matter, just tell the truth. Anyway, this is the sixth unlucky guy I burned to death this month."

Niv-Mizzet acted like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

After all, he is now the actual ruler of the Ten Guildpact and even the entire Ravnica plane.

Although on the surface he still abides by the laws and rules promulgated by the Azorius Senate, it is only on the surface.

Are you kidding!

Although Niv-Mizzet is not a planeswalker, he is the strongest person in the entire Ravnica plane.

The presidents and senior members of other guilds combined are not enough to fight him.

So he is completely fearless.

What's more, the guy who was burned to death just now was an ambitious Dimir House who wanted to instigate internal conflicts. He deserved it.

The only problem is that there is no evidence yet.

But the problem is that the War of the Spark is about to begin. Is it time to talk about evidence now?

At least Niv-Mizzet thought that at this time, it would be better to kill a thousand people by mistake than to let one go.

No evidence?

It doesn't matter!

Just tie him up and forcefully read his thoughts and memories.

Anyway, he only needs a result.

As for the process, it doesn't matter at all.

"Alas - the Azorius Senate will not accept this statement. You should know that their trials have always been about fairness, justice and order, and evidence is an indispensable part of it."

Sancho complained while casting a spell to clean up the ashes on the ground.

Since it was not the first time to do this kind of ass-cleaning work, he looked very skilled. After cleaning up, he directly poured all the residues into the garbage disposal plant through the pipe, let the slime monster eat it first, and then kill the slime monster that ate the ashes and make it into other things, so as to completely destroy the corpse.

Not only that!

He also notified the guild members to erase all the surveillance footage that captured this unlucky guy coming in.

In this way, as long as he refused to admit that the other party had been here, the deceased would be equivalent to disappearing from the world.

As a member of the evil camp, Sancho has no psychological burden in doing these things.

Compared to the experience of the brothers and sisters of the Sons of Baal fighting each other, this is nothing.

"Don't worry about those stubborn idiots in the Azorius Senate.

Keep an eye on the movements of the three guilds of Dimir House, Rakdos Cult, and Golgari Swarm.

I suspect that there must be undiscovered Nicol Bolas's men lurking among them.

The more critical the moment, the more we can't take it lightly."

Nivitz raised his claws and tapped the ground lightly to give Sancho a new order.

He obviously admired this young man who was much more mature than his actual age, and decided to entrust him with an important task.

"You mean... I can kill any potential threat at will?"

Sancho was slightly surprised.

Nivitz smiled and nodded: "Yes! Do you know what I like most about you?"

Before Sancho could respond, he said to himself: "I like that you don't have the common problem of most young people - naivety! You are often so realistic that it's scary. So I believe you can complete this difficult task..."