A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

As we all know, the Ravnica plane is jointly ruled and managed by ten guilds that originally signed a contract with the ancient planeswalker Azor, representing different ideologies.

This means that no single force here can overwhelm other guilds and achieve unity of thought, power, and ideology.

This is also true for the Azorius Senate, which ostensibly plays the role of government, law enforcement agency, and judicial system.

Even when many guilds united to launch a boycott or even a rebellion, even the Azorius Senate had no choice but to bow its head and compromise.

Niv-Mizzet temporarily took over the power of the entire Ravnica in this way, forcing all other guilds to cooperate with him to build a huge defense system.

This means that it is actually equivalent to the ideal model of small government and liberalism that capital most admires.

Each guild is only responsible for the areas that it is interested in and best at, and then seeks cooperation in mutual games, and finally reaches a delicate balance.

Because of the powerful binding magic contract left by Azor, even if individual guilds have very powerful leaders, they cannot cross that boundary.

As the oldest and most ancient creature on Ravnica, Niv-Mizzet has been staying in the Izzet League for so many years without any expansion, which is the best proof.

Because even if he violates the terms of the contract, he will be immediately punished severely, and may even die.

It is precisely because of the lack of authority, ideological consensus and a strong ruling group that the ten guilds in Ravnica have always been fighting each other.

Some guilds and factions have even continued for hundreds or even thousands of years, and have long become a tangled mess.

Unless one party is completely destroyed, the other party will never give up.

Although under the huge threat of Nicol Bolas, the Ten Guildpact has been forced to unite unprecedentedly, but there are still undercurrents in those invisible dark corners.

Especially those enemies who have long lost their trust in the confrontation, will not miss any opportunity to attack their opponents.

There is no sign of stopping even the means of framing, slander, infiltration, assassination, etc.

Don't ask!

The question is too free!

Due to the lack of deterrence and restraint of absolute power, the Ravnica plane is actually always in a state of chaos.

Although the Azorius Senate has been trying to instill order and law into everyone, their rules are only effective within the scope of their rule.

Once they leave this scope, they will immediately change to the rules and norms of other guilds.

For example, the Boros Legion, which has the same desire for peace, highly advocates fighting violence with violence and using heroic and fearless battles to kill all threats and traitors.

The Gruul tribe is a typical representative of primitiveness and barbarism, and its style of behavior is exactly the same as that of the orcs who advocate chaos, fighting and plundering in many planes.

The Rakdos Cult firmly believes that nothing can escape the final destination of death, and is willing to use all means to accelerate this process, even deliberately spreading plagues and creating massacres to make more people embrace death.

These lunatics who have an inexplicable worship of death are not afraid of death at all, so they are extremely dangerous in the entire Ravnica plane of the Ten Alliance.

This guild is also the only one where more than half of the members are looking forward to Nicol Bolas coming soon.

In their eyes, once this powerful elder dragon planeswalker invades Ravnica, it will inevitably bring bloodshed, and even kill all living beings in the world without a single one left.

In this way, the ultimate ideal of the Cult of Rakdos to push everyone into the ultimate destination of death can be achieved.

Therefore, this guild has always been the focus of Niv-Mizzet, without a doubt.

No one knows better than him what kind of horrible destructive power these lunatics will cause once they go crazy.

Especially those things that can cause mass deaths of thousands of people in an instant, the Cult of Rakdos has no shortage of them after so many years of research.

What's more terrible is that Niv-Mizzet also heard that the ancient tainted demon king who founded this guild, Rakdos, suddenly awakened after many years of silence.

Combined with the time point when the War of the Spark is about to begin, it is hard to guarantee that the old dragon is not secretly playing tricks.

After all, Nicol Bolas had secretly infiltrated all the major guilds on the entire Ravnica plane for a long time before this.

Vaska even controlled the entire Golgari community.

If it weren't for the help of Zos and Nahiri, the current situation would have collapsed completely long ago.

But fortunately, the brain of the Gorgon Vaska has been replaced by the tadpole of the fully transformed mind flayer.

So there will be basically no major problems on the Golgari community side.

Even if someone wants to start a rebellion, it will only cause a little ripple at most, and it will be suppressed in a short time.

At this moment, Zos's good apprentice Sancho is carefully walking in the underground palace of Rix Maadi.

This is a stronghold built around the magma pit of the underground city, and it is also the headquarters of the Rakdos Cult.

Through the colorful banners and old bloodstains covering the broken inner walls of the tunnel, you can vaguely see all kinds of strange, cruel, and crazy behaviors depicted on the banners.

Don't think this is an exaggerated description, or some ancient religious or magical rituals.

Quite the opposite!

It is the most true portrayal of the "celebrations" that are often held within this guild.

If you don't know anything about the Cult of Rakdos, you only need to listen to how they view their guild to know how terrible these lunatics are.

For example, how to make a rigid and incurious Azorius Senate member dance?

Normal people may think that they should find a handsome man or a charming woman who meets the other party's aesthetics to seduce him, or prepare a piece of music that can make the other party have similar impulses.

But the people of the Cult of Rakdos will directly tell you to pull out the spine of this Azorius Senate member and make him into a marionette.

This shows what kind of psychopaths are in this sect.

However, after experiencing the horror of the Sons of Baal killing each other, Sancho is not as afraid of the Cult of Rakdos as others. Instead, he thinks that these people are actually quite simple and just get pleasure from these evil, cruel, bloody tortures and even abuses.

This can be seen from the large number of "recreation clubs" they have established.

When walking through the long stairs to the huge lava pool at the deepest part, a huge demon holding a huge red sickle and covered with various metal spike-like decorations appeared in front of him.

Not only did he have huge bat wings and sheep hooves on his lower body like most demons, but there were also a lot of jingling hot iron chains hanging between those metal spike decorations.

A pair of large, long and winding horns extended at least 30 centimeters forward, and most of his body was exposed naked in front of everyone with almost no clothes covering it.

Whether it was the exaggerated muscles or the pungent smell of blood, people could not help but feel fear and tremble, and then have a strong worship.

When this extreme emotion exceeds a certain critical point, it will instantly transform into infinite pleasure.

This is why most members of the Rakdos sect are out-and-out sadists and have no respect for life.

At present, these seriously mentally abnormal guys are torturing and abusing to please the supreme founder of the entire guild.

The demon sat on his own lava throne, admiring the "inventions" of his followers with great interest.

After a short while, more than twenty people became incomplete corpses with wailing, or were simply crushed into a pool of meat sauce.

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect that during my sleep, you didn't stop creating and inventing on the road to death. Yes, I am very pleased about this."

Rakdos grinned and laughed creepily.

"Your praise is the greatest affirmation of our hard work over the years. Please rest assured that in the days to come, we will continue to innovate and make the road to death more colorful."

A gang leader hurriedly knelt on the ground to show his loyalty to the demon, and his face turned red because of excessive excitement.

However, this time Rakdos ignored him and looked at Sancho who stopped not far away. He asked with a smile: "Interesting young man, was it that old Niv-Mizzet who sent you here?"

"No, I came here by myself. Because I need to confirm whether you have joined Nicol Bolas."

Sancho put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly to show his respect for the founder of the guild.

After all, since the development of the Ravnica Ten Alliance, only the founders of the Rakdos sect and the Izzet League are still alive and continue to rule their own guilds.

No matter from which angle, it is not shameful to bow to these old monsters who have lived for thousands of years or even longer.

What's more, during the time when Sancho followed Zuo Si, he thought that the most valuable thing he learned was to try to be polite and humble when he was not strong enough.

If you can't kill with one blow, it's best not to make enemies for yourself.

This is why he has been able to thrive in the Ravnica time and space for many years.

How could a strong, intelligent, mature, rational, kind and efficient young man not be popular?

"Hahaha! I like your honesty! Do you think I was bribed or bought by Nicol Bolas?" The demon laughed and asked.

Sancho ignored the murderous eyes of the Rakdos members around him and shook his head slightly: "No, you were not bribed. Because I am very sure that unless Nicol Bolas personally brings people to the door, it is impossible for you to change your position with just a few words and some promises."

"So you can rest assured now?"

The demon's red eyes revealed a hint of appreciation.

Because ordinary people can't keep calm under such purgatory-like scenes and wailing.

And those who can keep this calm state are either those who have already seen the more terrifying real purgatory, or those who are extremely firm in their hearts and will not be affected by any external factors.

Sancho obviously does not belong to the latter.

Those smart eyes have revealed that he is a person who is active and extremely smart.

This means that he must have seen or even experienced bloodier and more cruel scenes.

This undoubtedly made Rakdos very curious and interested, as if he had seen through the flesh and into the dark soul hidden behind.

"No, I'm more worried now.

Because the Rakdos sect has not become settled because of your awakening, but has become increasingly dangerous and manic.

It is like an unstable factor that will make the next war confusing.

Especially the panic and turmoil caused by the recent kidnapping of victims by your followers has affected the stability of the entire Guildpact. "

When saying these words, Sancho's face clearly showed an expression of disappointment and helplessness.

Upon seeing this, the demon immediately asked with great interest: "Then what are you going to do? Go back and tell Niv-Mizzet to unite with other guilds to deal with me? Or do you want to persuade me to be more restrained?"

Sancho shook his head slightly: "No, neither.

My teacher once taught me.

When you feel like something is standing in your way, the best thing to do is to remove it once and for all.

Although I have always maintained a low profile since I came to Ravnica, and I want to avoid exposing my true strength as much as possible.

But now I guess I have no choice.

If some variables cause the upcoming War of Sparks to go out of control, the teacher will be angry.

Believe me, there is nothing scarier in the world than him getting angry. "

"What do you mean?"

The devil obviously noticed something and suddenly became a little wary.

"Nothing, what I want to say is that Rakdos may be removed from the list in the future.

Because next I will kill you and everyone in this underground palace.

terribly sorry!

Although this is not my own wish, the teacher's order cannot be violated. "

Sancho once again put his hand on his chest and bowed, and at the same time made the most domineering declaration in the most cowardly tone.

Yes, he wants to single-handedly destroy the Rakdos sect, one of the Guildpacts that has existed in the time and space of Ravnica for who knows how many years.

"Arrogant! Who do you think you are?"

A gang leader, covered in blood and guts, who had just finished executing one of his victims, roared like a madman.

Not only him, but also other guild members present.

Because the Rakdos sect itself was built around this powerful demon.

Almost all members have some indescribable fanatical admiration for Rakdos, and are proud to please him.

Now that someone dares to speak nonsense in front of the founder of the guild, they will inevitably feel angry.

Seeing more and more members of the Rakdos sect surrounding him with malicious intentions, Sancho couldn't help but sigh slightly: "Since you like death so much, then I will grant you the death you dream of as the Son of Slaughter."

"Son of Slaughter?"

This title undoubtedly stunned the devil.

But before he could react, Sancho's body began to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye, and eventually transformed into a monster that was even bigger, more ferocious, and more terrifying than him.

To be precise, he should be called a "killer".

That terrifying aura instantly made the members of the Rakdos sect who were immersed in the pleasure of humiliating and killing living people a second ago feel unforgettable fear.

This is not because they are afraid of death, but because of the innate instinct engraved in their genes and even their souls.

The next second...

The bloody massacre begins!

Torn away by the killer's claws attached to divine power, the entire Rakdos sect has no single enemy at all. Basically, as long as it is caught, it will declare the end of life, and not even a slightly complete corpse can be found on the ground.

No mercy!

No mercy!

There is no such thing as showing mercy!

In just a short while, more than half of the psychopaths gathered here for a carnival party were killed or injured. Some guys whose psychological defenses and wills collapsed tried to escape, but without exception, they were overtaken by the murderer's terrifying speed.

When Sancho stopped, except for the demon on the lava throne, all the core members of the Rakdos sect were dead in the entire underground palace, with not even a single survivor.

Obviously, as the son of Baal, although he handed over most of the power belonging to Baal after the final divine war, he still chose to retain a small part of his divinity and power.

Because this is related to his powerful ability to resurrect from the dead, how could he give it up so easily.

As for transforming into a killer, it is just a side effect of retaining this power.

However, with Barr's complete death, Sancho no longer has to worry about being affected by his bloodline and craving blood uncontrollably.

The reason why he used the killer form to bloodbath the Rakdos sect today was purely to let these guys who like to torture and kill others all day long taste the feeling of being tortured and killed, nothing more.

After all, Sancho's heart is full of disgust for this senseless abuse, torture and killing.

He was the victim of such killings back then.

If he hadn't met Zuo Si, he would most likely have returned to the Blood Throne together with the other sons of Baal and become a sacrifice for his father's resurrection.

"You...what kind of monster are you?!"

Rakdos suddenly stood up from his seat, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Because the killer at this moment is far more like an out-and-out bloodthirsty demon than he is.

"monster?

No!

This is not some monster.

It is the incarnation of the God of Killing, a symbol of blood and death.

Don’t you worship death?

Don't you like to torture and kill the weak?

Let me help you now.

Especially you, as the founder of the Rakdos sect, should feel this pain and despair for yourself. "

As he spoke, Sancho stepped on the broken corpses and blood everywhere step by step, feeling a strong sense of oppression all over his body.

"Damn it! You can't kill me! I signed the Guildpact Contract! If I die, then the entire time and space of Ravnica will fall into war and chaos due to the imbalance of power."

The devil was obviously a little panicked and hurriedly emphasized his specialness and importance.

Although he is the founder of the guild, at heart he is a selfish, arrogant, moody and greedy person who is afraid of death.

In other words, this is a common characteristic of all demons.

Rakdos founded this guild simply to enjoy the pleasure of torturing, dominating, and brutally killing others.

As for him, he doesn't want to die.

"Haha, sorry, it's too late.

After all, I gave you a chance, didn't I?

But you didn't cherish it, but continued your previous style insistently.

What's more, since I have decided to destroy you, how could I give up halfway?

I don't want my killer form to be known to too many people. "

As the last word blurted out, Sancho instantly turned into an afterimage and rushed forward.

"NO!!! No one can kill me! I will chop your head off!"

Seeing that there was no room for maneuver, Rakdos finally took off his disguise and revealed his true face.

Without any hesitation, he picked up the huge sickle with blood-sucking properties in his hand and slashed it down hard.

But unfortunately, the attack missed as expected.

To be precise, it passed directly through the middle of Sancho's spiritual body, cutting nothing.

After all, the current killer form will no longer lose consciousness and reason.

This means that he can activate various magic items and metamagic skills at any time - spells are instantaneous, or he can directly use his own planeswalker cards.

Even though Sancho has been staying in Ravnica for these years, his card library is quite rich with the help of Zuo Si.

Not to mention demons like Rakdos, even those veteran or even ancient planeswalkers might not be opponents.

"Now, feel the pain and despair before death! Don't worry, I won't let you die quickly."

Sancho didn't give the devil another chance to swing the huge scythe, and just forcibly broke one of the opponent's arms.

Near the place where the shoulder was torn, blood sprayed everywhere like a fountain.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!"

Rakdos couldn't help but howl at the severe pain, and flapped his wings in an attempt to climb higher and fly away.

But in a blink of an eye!

The ankle of one of his legs was grabbed tightly, and then the entire figure was wheeled up and slammed to the ground like a weapon.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

Blood, minced meat, and hot magma will splash out in no time.

In the end, the founder of the Rakdos sect was thrown alive into a puddle of bloody and sticky substance.

After all this was done, Sancho released his killer form, looked at the extremely bloody scene around him, and nodded with satisfaction.

"good!

Now the Rakdos sect should no longer pose any threat.

And even if someone sees it, they will only think that there is something wrong within their guild.

After all, killing is what they do best. "

"Oh? Are you sure?"

Accompanied by a familiar voice, the figure of the Dark Prince Graya suddenly appeared out of thin air.

"Why are you here?"

Sancho was on full alert at first, but relaxed instantly after seeing the true face of the visitor.

Greia glanced around and replied with a smile: "I was investigating the black market auction, and found some interesting clues pointing to the Rakdos sect. I just didn't expect that I came a step too late, and you actually cleaned up this place. ”

"Black market auction? Are they connected to the Rakdos sect?"

Sancho raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

Because as far as he knew, this group of lunatics and lunatics were not interested in things like trade and wealth.

"That's right. If I guess correctly, there should be some interesting seeds in the bodies of these people you killed."

After saying that, Greia raised her hand and cast a detection magic.

moment!

A dozen small dots glowing with green light emerged from the large swaths of plasma and rotten flesh on the ground.

He lightly hooked his fingers, and these little bright spots flew out and floated in mid-air.

They were oval plant seeds covered with tiny burrs like cockleburs, exuding amazing life energy.

This undoubtedly attracted Sancho's attention. He immediately stepped forward, picked up one of them, put it in his palm and observed it carefully. He continued to release various detection magic to find out its effect.

After about a few minutes, he raised his head and exclaimed in an unbelievable tone: "These seeds can not only parasitize the human body, but can also be activated under the control of the owner and turn the target into a controlled puppet?"

The Prince of Darkness smiled and nodded: "Yes, it's a wonderful gadget, isn't it?

I found that interesting seeds appeared in all the people who participated in the black market auctions and those who had frequent contact with them.

Obviously, the goal of this group of people is not smuggling and making profits.

Their real intention is to use this auction as bait to attract a specific group, and then inject the seeds into the bodies of those key positions.

It seems that Nicol Bolas is indeed worthy of his reputation.

After the previous infiltration plan failed, he not only did not sit and wait for death, but used more covert means.

If I hadn't been interested and investigated a little, this trick of hiding the truth would probably play a significant role in launching a full-scale invasion. "

"Have you found the owner who spread and controlled these seeds?"

Sancho's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

You know, he always thought that he had done a very good job over the years, and cleaned up all the spies planted by the old dragon in the Ravnica plane.

But now, the cruel reality slapped him hard.

It turns out that the old ones are still the best.

Nicol Bolas is by no means the opponents he encountered before, but a conspiracy master who always has endless means.

"Unfortunately, not yet. "

Graya collected all the seeds and shrugged.

"How many people have been implanted with these seeds so far?"

Sancho continued to ask with a frown.

"I don't know either.

Because those guys who held the black market auction were not the masterminds behind the scenes.

They were also puppets that were implanted with seeds and controlled.

The moment I appeared, the seeds in their bodies instantly released some kind of power to kill the host, and did not forget to devour the brain and soul to turn into a dangerous bomb and detonate.

With such an interesting and strange power, I have reason to suspect that the other party is a very powerful planeswalker.

Only planeswalkers can block my detection and tracking.

Oh, by the way, you'd better check the inside of the Izzet Alliance when you go back.

I seriously suspect that many people in Niv-Mizzet's guild have been controlled unknowingly.

After all, they who like to do research are frequent visitors to the black market. "

After saying this, the dark prince Graya ignored the reaction of the father's disciple and directly cast a teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.

"Damn it! "

Sancho cursed in a low voice and hurriedly left the place with a pungent smell of blood.

But unfortunately, when he returned to the Izzet League, he was obviously a step too late.

I saw Niv-Mizzet, the founder and supreme leader of the entire guild, lying in a pool of blood, with a huge vine growing out of his chest near his heart.

And on the other side of the vine was his heart.

To be precise, a seed took root in the heart of the dragon and suddenly came out.

Although the situation was far from fatal, everyone else had no way to deal with it.

If they wanted to remove the vines with the roots, it would cause an explosion and Niv-Mizzet's death.

But if left alone, Niv-Mizzet would be continuously drained of vitality and magic, and eventually this unknown vine plant would grow into an uncontrollable towering tree.

"What's going on? What happened? "

Sancho rushed forward to ask.

Nahiri, the Lithomancer, took a deep breath and replied: "This is a long-planned sneak attack!

Valan was controlled by someone unknown, and suddenly rushed up while talking to the Flame Spirit and released some unknown power.

Then a seed began to take root and sprout from the heart of the dragon.

Before we could catch this guy, he suddenly exploded and disappeared. "

"Not good! This may not only target Niv-Mizzet! But all the leaders of the entire Guildpact at the same time!"

Sancho was obviously a smart man, and he immediately realized the true intention of this enemy hiding in the dark.

"What? ! You mean... this is Nicol Bolas's attack to make us lose our composure before launching a full-scale attack?"

Nahiri's face changed drastically.

Sancho nodded without thinking: "I hope I'm wrong. But to confirm this kind of thing, just send someone to other guilds to inquire and you will know, it won't take much time. "

"Oh my! "

A high-ranking member of the Izzet Alliance stood up decisively and rushed outside.

If this is true, the consequences will be absolutely disastrous.

Because at this critical moment, every guild leader is irreplaceable.

If something unexpected really happens to them, the close alliance that they have finally established by putting aside their past grudges may collapse as a new leader takes office or simply starts an infighting mode.

"What's the situation with the Cult of Rakdos?"

Nivitz opened his eyes and asked in a very weakened voice.

"The threat has been eliminated. They can't cause any harm in a short time."

Sancho gave a half-truthful answer.

Hearing this, Nivitz smiled with relief: "Well done. Don't worry, I won't die in this state. But the next burden may be handed over to your shoulders. "

"Don't worry! No matter what Nicol Bolas prepares, we will give him a taste of his own medicine and let him know that Ravnica is definitely not made of clay. "

Nahiri's eyes flashed with anger, and she was obviously enraged by this despicable method.

Because she almost fell into the trap just now.

If he hadn't released the conglomerate magic in time to block the attacker, he probably wouldn't be much stronger than Niv-Mizzet now.

"By the way! Regarding this attack, I just obtained some important information from the Dark Prince Graya."

Sancho spoke very quickly and took out the information he knew and the green seed as big as a cocklebur.

After listening to his report, both Nahiri and Niv-Mizzet could not help but show expressions of horror.

Especially the latter, who realized the seriousness of the temptation, struggled to get up regardless of his injuries, and asked urgently: "Where is this prince of darkness right now?"

Sancho smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Sorry, I don't know very well. But what is certain is that he is obviously pursuing this matter."

"Greya is the descendant of Zuo Si, and he is from our side.

With him here, I think the person behind the scenes will soon surface.

At present, we should find ways to stabilize the situation as soon as possible, and we must not allow panic and chaos to continue to spread.

Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable. "

Nahiri rarely acted out of emotion, but made a very rational judgment.

"We need Soth's help! Now! Now!"

Niv-Mizzet did not hesitate to look at the Lithomancer for help.

The latter was obviously hesitant, but after a few seconds or so, he gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay! I'll go find him right now! Hold on! If Nico Bolas calls during this period, don't be too harsh. Hold on, if it doesn’t work, retreat temporarily.”

"Don't worry, I know what to do."

Regardless of his injuries, Niv-Mizzet stood up completely.

He knew very well that at this time, he could not fall down.

In this way, after a brief discussion, Nahiri activated the Planeswalker Spark and temporarily left the time and space of Ravnica to find Zuo Si.

Not long after she left, news came back that the other guild leaders had been assassinated.

Especially the news that the top Azorius Senate members, who were the defenders of order and law, had been wiped out, instantly detonated a world that was already in turmoil.

Many careerists and manipulated puppets took the opportunity to launch rebellions, and many places completely lost control in less than a few hours.

In some guilds, fierce civil wars broke out.

Chaos, killing, conspiracy, blood and death swept through the streets at an unimaginable speed.

Seeing the sky-high flames and the deafening shouts of death, the alien planeswalker under Nicol Bolas stood on the top of a bell tower, opened his arms and smiled and cheered: "That's right! That's it!"

Have fun!

My dear children!

Use the blood and souls of these creatures to water this land!

So that my tribe can grow and expand and completely cover every corner of this time and space! "

"Are you sure it is wise to start a rebellion of this magnitude at this time?"

Vaskar, the gorgon who led the Golgari swarm, questioned with a dangerous glint in her eyes.

"Of course! Before leaving, the great Dragon Lord said that I can create chaos, turmoil, suspicion and killing as much as I want. Because it won't be long before he leads an army to come."

The alien planeswalker gave the answer without looking back.

"That's it! Do you need me to cooperate with you?"

Vaska continued to explore.

As a Mission Impossible agent whose brain has been occupied by the Complete Mind Flayer Tadpole, although she is secretly a member of New Phyrexia, in the eyes of the other party, she is an undercover agent of Nicol Bolas, so she is qualified to stand on the side of here.

The alien planeswalker smiled and shook his head: "No, no need, I am enough by myself.

You should continue to lurk, waiting for a better opportunity to take action.

After all, wouldn’t it be boring if such a wonderful drama ended all at once? "

"In that case, I'll go back first."

After saying that, Vaska got ready to leave.

But before she could take even half a step, she heard the other party's shout coming from behind her.

"Wait! When did I allow you to leave?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Vaska narrowed his eyes, a snake hair that could turn people to stone kept squirming, exuding a dangerous aura from head to toe.

But the alien planeswalker responded with contempt: "It's very simple. From now on, you can't leave my sight unless I get permission. After all, I'm not sure whether you are still loyal to the great Dragon Lord." "

"He asked you to spy on me?"

Vaska deliberately pretended to be very angry.

"Believe me, this is for your own good. After all, your loyalty is not that solid. Of course, it is not impossible if you insist on leaving, but the prerequisite is that you must accept my seed."

As he spoke, the alien planeswalker opened his hand and handed the green seeds in his palm to the Gorgon. The implication was self-evident.

He wanted to use this seed as his final insurance.

Even if the other party chooses to betray, he can still control the other party through seeds at critical moments.

"This is absolutely impossible! I will not allow such a dangerous thing to enter my body!"

Vaska took a step back instantly, and his tone was as excited as a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Relax, there is no need to be so nervous. As long as you don't betray, nothing will happen."

The alien planeswalker pursed his lips and comforted him with a smile.

Then his face suddenly changed, and he asked with an evil and cold attitude: "Are you really going to betray? If so, it would be better to let you die here."

"No! Of course I don't plan to betray!"

Vaska responded very cooperatively.

Because the perfected mind flayer tadpole in the brain has analyzed and determined that this guy's intention is to coerce and induce, and wants to inject the seed into the body of the Gorgon in order to complete complete control.

If it is the real Vaska, of course he will be afraid that his life will be in the hands of others.

But the problem is that it is not the real Vaska, just a parasite in the brain.

Even if this body dies, it can abandon it and choose to escape at any time.

What's more, the New Phyrexian creation has no such emotion as fear.

The meaning of its existence is to serve the supreme master-Zuo Si.

So in order to win the trust of the other party, and also to be able to pass on this crucial information, Vaska resolutely took the seed and stuffed it into his chest at the heart.

Seeing this, the alien planeswalker finally smiled with satisfaction...