A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

"Hahahaha!

The transdimensional beacon has been lit!

More and more planeswalkers are gathering unprecedentedly in Ravnica!

They are like prey falling into a trap, not realizing what will happen next.

All these sparkling sparks will eventually become the nourishment for me to ascend the throne and become a god.

The great dragon lord Nicol Bolas will soon become a dragon god!

The entire multiverse and even the dark void will surrender to me!"

Nicol Bolas stood at the location of the space-time bridge, grinning and laughing unscrupulously.

As an extremely arrogant elder dragon planeswalker, he and Zuo Si have undoubtedly felt the increasing number of planeswalkers gathering in the Ravnica time and space, and the effects caused by the large number of sparks gathering together.

And this is exactly the prerequisite for casting the elder spell.

In fact, the current number of planeswalkers is completely enough, and the Immortal Sun can be activated immediately to lock the entire time and space.

But Nicol Bolas is obviously not satisfied with just recovering the strength he once had in the past, but wants to take this opportunity to go to a higher level.

To achieve this, he needs more planeswalkers and more sparks.

So far, the huge army of immortals has not been advancing fast, but has maintained a rhythm of constantly squeezing the living space, forcing the new generation of planeswalkers to constantly call friends.

After all, like the stand users, planeswalkers will also attract each other.

When a young planeswalker ignites the spark and gains the ability to freely shuttle in infinite time and space and the universe, his worldview, values ​​and life goals will inevitably undergo a violent shock.

He may even gradually become alienated from his original relatives and friends because of different perspectives.

At this time, the only one who can enter his heart and become a friend is often another planeswalker.

So every planeswalker basically has a few like-minded planeswalker friends, as well as a few planeswalker enemies who love and hate each other or fight to the death.

Nicol Bolas now hopes that these planeswalkers who have arrived in Ravnica will summon all the planeswalker friends they know under the pressure of the immortal army.

When the number of sparks gathered no longer continues to grow, the Immortal Sun Lock Space will be activated.

Before that, he will play with these "little guys" well.

Thinking of this, Nicol Bolas raised a front paw and touched his chin to ask the necromancer Liliana: "What are the current losses of my Eternal Legion? Have you encountered any enemies worth noting?"

"Not much loss, and we did encounter some interesting guys, but it is far from the level of being worthy of special attention."

Liliana gave the answer in a tone without any emotion.

After all, planeswalkers often come from various different styles of time and space, so their fighting methods and weapons are also varied.

So as long as the ability is not particularly outrageous, or has overwhelming power, otherwise no matter how weird it is, it is not worth making a fuss.

In this regard, Liliana, who has lived for a century, can be said to be knowledgeable.

However, she obviously did not know that those enemies she called "interesting" were not planeswalkers, but "players" deliberately inserted by the main brain to observe the situation and create chaos.

Although these guys are a little bit unsatisfactory in terms of strength, they have a very terrifying ability to stir up trouble, and they are all daring and fearless.

Maybe you can't expect them to overcome all difficulties and accomplish anything big, but they are definitely ten times better at sabotaging and muddying the water to divert the enemy's attention.

Zuo Si has used these players to attract hatred more than once, so he is already familiar with this.

Especially as the mastermind behind the scenes, he knows very well how to maximize the role of these "highly unstable factors" to make the enemy feel both headache and helpless.

It's just that the players are still in the stage of familiarizing themselves with the environment and collecting intelligence, and have not taken any radical actions for the time being.

But it won't be long, when they figure out the situation, all kinds of unethical methods for treating low blood pressure will emerge one after another.

It will be too late to come to your senses by then.

Nicol Bolas had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem, and continued to ask with interest: "What about the others? What are they busy with?"

"Tezzeret is busy plundering the artifacts, technologies and knowledge that he is interested in;

Shaan VII controls half of the Eternal Legion to continue to advance in another direction;

Your subordinate who is covered with plants and flowers said that he would go to find Vaska, but for some reason there has been no news for several hours. Maybe he was killed.

As for the others, they are basically constantly putting pressure on those planeswalkers according to the original plan."

When saying this, Liliana's tone clearly carried a hint of gloating.

Obviously, she was forced to join the War of the Spark and she hoped that there would be more unexpected situations, and it would be best if the elder dragon had to run around to put out fires everywhere, so that she would have a chance to escape control and regain her freedom.

"What? Mammus has lost contact!"

Nicol Bolas frowned slightly and showed a puzzled expression.

Don't get me wrong, as a ruthless tyrant, he doesn't care about the lives of his subordinates, even those who admire him and are loyal to him.

I just think this matter is a bit strange. Maybe my good brother Wugin, the spirit dragon, is hiding in the dark.

Liliana nodded slightly: "Yes. It's not just Mammus who lost contact, but also Vaska. Especially considering the latter's resume, I'm not sure whether she was killed or chose to betray."

"Send a message to Tezzeret immediately and ask him to go and see what's going on."

Nicol Bolas gave the order directly.

It is not difficult to see from this point that he didn't care about Tezzeret's life or death at all, but regarded him as cannon fodder that could be sacrificed at any time.

After all, the genius artificer was valued in the past just to facilitate the control of the space-time bridge.

But now the space-time bridge has completed its mission, not to mention that Shane VII also has the ability to control the space-time bridge.

In other words, this chess piece is no longer useful.

"As you wish."

Liliana bowed elegantly, showing the hypocrisy, politeness and upbringing of her noble family.

However, the two of them did not know that the alien plant-like planeswalker was now wrapped in the oil and was wailing in despair.

"No! This is impossible! How did you get rid of the control of the seeds? I can clearly feel those plants in your body."

"Hehe, it seems that Nicol Bolas and Tezzeret did not mention the oil and New Phyrexia in Mirrodin to you, right?"

The completely perfected Gorgon Vaska pursed her lips and sneered mockingly.

From the state of the two people, it is not difficult to see that she easily captured this planeswalker who turned the entire Ravnica space-time upside down and left everyone helpless by setting a trap.

The reason is also very simple!

This plant-like planeswalker named Mamuth was too confident in the ability of his seeds and did not realize that there was something that could reversely infect and control the seeds.

That is the oil, which is known as one of the three major natural disasters of the multiverse.

As a result, when he appeared in front of Vaska, he was immediately swallowed by the surging oil and became what he is now.

Although using green mana gave him strong resistance to the oil, unlike other planeswalkers who would be quickly transformed as soon as they touched it, he was still suffering from inhuman torture and pain.

Every time the oil penetrated into his body a little more, he could feel the pain in his autonomic nerves that could not be described in words.

This pain beyond the limit of endurance was enough to drive anyone crazy.

But the problem was that the unique structure of plant life ensured that he would not faint, faint, or lose consciousness like animals, but would feel the whole process of transformation from beginning to end, which was basically equivalent to repeatedly experiencing a thousand cuts.

"Oil? No! This is not oil!"

Mamusi glanced at the indescribable viscous black liquid around him.

As a planeswalker who was very sensitive to energy, he could clearly feel that this was something that was neither energy nor material, but was closer to the rules of the super dimension, and was completely different from the legendary oil.

"Hmph!

Idiot!

Do you think that under the leadership of the great Father of New Phyrexia, Shuoyou is still the same as it was under the leadership of that useless Yawgmoth?

Under his wise rule, both Shuoyou and New Phyrexia have completed their upgrades and transformations.

And your arrogant master is still in the dark, and knows nothing about what is about to happen.

His opponent has never been the spirit dragon Ugin, but the supreme Lord Soth.

The real Ugin was killed by the invincible Father of New Phyrexia.

It won't be long before Nicol Bolas will follow in his footsteps."

Vaska's tone revealed naked and undisguised fanaticism.

Because as long as she can complete the guy in front of her, she can obtain most of the arrangements and trump cards of the elder dragon planeswalker.

"Ugin is dead! Soth is the mastermind behind this?"

Mammus' pupils suddenly expanded, contracted, expanded again, and contracted again to show the huge waves in the master's heart.

The vegetative planeswalker couldn't believe that the young man who acted humble and submissive in front of Nicol Bolas had deceived everyone.

It turned out that Tezzeret, who seemed to have a problem with his brain and the lowest intelligence, was right.

But unfortunately, he could no longer pass this important information back.

Just as he opened his mouth to ask more about the truth before losing consciousness, a shabby black-gray light suddenly appeared out of thin air.

The next second...

The dark prince Greya appeared in this rather secret place and exclaimed in a slightly surprised tone: "I can't believe that it was you who caught this guy who turned the world upside down.

It must be said that it's no wonder that arrogance is one of the greatest original sins.

No matter how powerful a person is, as long as he is infected with the bad habit of arrogance, he will basically not have a good end.

This guy is like this, and so is his master Nicol Bolas."

"Welcome, Your Highness."

Vaska hurriedly bowed his head to the young man who had higher authority than himself and was the heir of the father of the great New Phyrexia.

As the representative of ultimate lawfulness, New Phyrexia is a huge force with a strict hierarchy, no less than the Mechanicum which also represents the lawful camp.

Perhaps the only difference is that the Mechanical Realm is a place where the tendency to order is greater than anything else. Even the Singularity Lord, who is the symbol of the plane's will, must be under order.

But New Phyrexia is just the opposite. Zuo Si is the source of all order. He is above all rules, or he represents all rules himself.

Let's take the simplest example.

When the Singularity Lord is killed by a more powerful force, the plane's will of the Mechanical Realm will not revive the dead Lord, but directly let the lower-level Modron take over.

According to scholars, this is the embodiment of absolute order.

But New Phyrexia revolves around Zuo Si's will.

If he thinks that a certain lowest-level creation is interesting and has great potential, he can immediately order it to be promoted to a Magic Judge, and Shuoyou will quickly transform and upgrade it so that it can be competent for the duties of a Magic Judge.

"How long will it take for this guy to be completed?"

Graya asked in an uncertain tone.

Vaska answered without hesitation: "It will take at least ten minutes. His race, spark characteristics and the attributes of the mana he uses are all very troublesome, otherwise the information should have been uploaded to the cloud database by now."

"Don't worry, Nicol Bolas hasn't activated the Immortal Sun to block the entire Ravnica anyway, we have plenty of time to take our time."

The Dark Prince is undoubtedly a very patient person, without any impatience at all.

"Thank you for your understanding. But compared to this matter, I would rather you deal with your sister. Her Highness Anne is causing quite a stir at the moment."

As he spoke, a beam of light shot out from Vaska's electronic eye, which was quickly refracted into a 3D stereoscopic image.

On a battlefield, a beautiful girl with a faint smile on her face was playing with a group of more than thirty planeswalkers.

The magic and attacks used by the latter were like child's play in front of her.

There was also a big-breasted, black-haired beauty in a green dress who was helping the evildoer, constantly releasing terrifying illusions that could be mistaken for real to tease the other party, and drawing various insulting cartoon patterns of turtles, piglets and puppies on the other party's face.

What's more, some of them were even colored, looking very realistic and impossible to erase.

"Is this... my sister and Loki?"

Graya was stunned for a moment, and had no idea what little Annie was talking about.

After all, judging from the current situation, this group of planeswalkers teleported from various time and space in the multiverse should be considered as allies against Nicol Bolas.

Even if you don't like it, at least don't torture them to death.

Vaska nodded helplessly, "Yes. You can see that they are just having fun. In the past two hours, they have robbed at least 35 planeswalkers of their property, and even hung one of them naked on a flagpole for public display. If things continue like this, it may affect the plans of the great father of New Phyrexia."

"Where is my father now? Does he have any instructions?"

The corners of the dark prince's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably.

After all, he spent the whole night looking for his sister last night, but he was always just one step away from catching her.

Especially after seeing the tampered files in the Azorius Senate Library, he felt like the sky was falling, and he had to burn the entire library to cover up the embarrassing things that brought shame to the family.

The powerful quasi-divine power, the magic goddess of New Phyrexia, actually sneaked into someone's headquarters to steal things, and also tampered with the trial results like a naughty child.

If this kind of thing really spreads, Graya can't imagine whether he will be able to go out in the future.

Vaska obviously noticed the embarrassment of His Royal Highness the Prince, and hurriedly responded in a low voice: "Sorry, the great father of New Phyrexia has hidden his whereabouts. I don't know where he is. I only know that he has arrived in Ravnica a long time ago. As for instructions, there are none for the time being."

"Damn it! Okay, I'll deal with my sister and Loki, and I'll leave this to you. In addition, notify the ninth level of Baator Hell and tell them that they can start to act."

After saying this, Graya directly activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.

In a flash, he appeared above a street that had long been reduced to ruins, and shouted at the two people who were having fun: "Enough! Let them go! Now! Right now!"

"Huh——"

Little Annie saw her little brother at the first moment. Not only did he not intend to stop, but he directly urged the heroes summoned as followers: "Don't worry about it, just continue."

"Yes! Master."

Mordred, who was most in tune with the planeswalker master, immediately showed a bloodthirsty smile, swung the sword in his hand to activate the treasure, and directly blasted the follower summoned by another planeswalker into pieces.

This naked and undisguised provocation undoubtedly made Graya extremely angry, and she asked coldly: "Dear sister, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Why not? Anyway, Dad didn't give us any specific requirements. As long as I can achieve my goal, it's my own business. You can't control it. What's more, I am the elder sister, and you are just a stinky brother."

Little Annie raised her chin slightly and showed a proud and provocative smile.

"Very good! Very good!"

Graya was obviously a man of action. He realized that words would not have any effect and decisively took force.

He first summoned the blackened Altria, whom he had raised as his daughter for a long time, and then turned into a black afterimage and rushed towards little Annie.

After a period of calm, the brother and sister finally broke out into a fight again.

As for the other side, Mordred was also very excited when he saw his father. He immediately left his opponent and roared with red eyes: "Father! I finally found you again! I will never lose to you this time! Because I have become stronger!"

"Become stronger? With the current you?"

The blackened Altria showed a sneer of contempt and disdain, and slowly raised the sword in her hand to release magic.

Boom! ! ! ! ! ! !

In just a moment, the dark, evil, and cold power gushed out of the sword and almost formed a substance.

Even the sky above became dim, and even the sun seemed like a small fireball that could go out at any time.

This terrifying power made Mordred dumbfounded, and the self-esteemed planeswalkers around him also showed incredible expressions.

Because the power displayed by the blackened Altria was enough to crush the sum of all the planeswalkers present.

They couldn't accept that the followers summoned by the other party were so much stronger than themselves.

"No! This is impossible! It must be fake! It's an illusion! It's an illusion! I don't believe it!"

Mordred lost control of his emotions and rushed forward regardless of the visible gap in strength, trying to achieve the unfinished "patricide" feat.

But the next second, he was hit back by the black and red light column on the spot, like a tennis ball hitting the ground directly, making a deafening noise and vibration.

"My foolish son, after so long you still don't understand why you lost the right to inherit the throne, right?"

As she spoke, Altria descended from the sky and stood beside the deep pit, looking at her only offspring with eyes like looking at garbage.

Unfortunately, Mordred obviously didn't want to listen to these sermons, but shouted at little Annie: "Power! Give me power! Master! I want to kill her!"

"Here you go!"

The girl, who was naturally strong, obviously would not watch her favorite follower being defeated, and directly released the terrifying magic power to unprecedentedly strengthen and upgrade Mordred.

After gaining the power, the latter did not hesitate at all, and immediately swung the sword to release a violet arcane shock.

When the dark and magical powers of the two followers collided, the power of destruction immediately erupted, and even the ground under their feet was torn apart and gushed out hot magma.

"Oh my God! They are totally different from us! They are just two monsters!"

A planeswalker who was watching finally recognized the cruel reality and trembled slightly uncontrollably.

"Stop looking! Let's go! This is not the place we should stay!"

Another planeswalker who seemed to be a friend hurriedly pulled him back quickly and disappeared without a trace before the ground was completely swallowed by the magma.

The fight between Graya and little Annie undoubtedly attracted the attention of many people in an instant.

Because the noise they made was really too loud.

Even Mail, the youngest son, had to find his father and ask directly: "Brother and sister are fighting, don't you plan to intervene?"

"Intervene? Why should I intervene? Isn't this good?"

Zuo Si asked back with a smile, pursing his lips.

"Good? You mean..."

Maier seemed to have noticed something, and his originally anxious face quickly calmed down.

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, it's what you think.

Don't forget, one of our current goals is to create as much chaos and crisis as possible to divert Nicol Bolas' attention and make him reveal as many cards as possible.

So what can achieve this goal better than a battle between two powerful divine planeswalkers?

Besides, how do you know that what little Annie did was not with my permission, or simply with my secret instructions?"

As the last word came out, a flash of understanding flashed in Mel's eyes, followed by a wry smile: "So that's it! You deliberately let your sister take this opportunity to attract Nicol Bolas' attention, so that the other party can recruit her to directly penetrate the enemy."

"Hahahaha! No, my dear child, this is just the beginning of a more complex and hidden plan. The real fun is still to come."

Zuo Si picked up the drink on the table next to him and drank it all, and the whole person lay on a chair in a very comfortable posture.

The Azeroth star soul, transformed into a cute little girl, stared at Maile from a distance with a slightly vigilant look, obviously sensing the terrifying breath of death on her.

Maile ignored the reaction of the little sister, but continued to probe: "Do you have any tasks for me to do next?"

"No for now. You can do something you like like your brothers and sisters, or just take a vacation like me."

After that, Zuo Si raised the empty cup in his hand and threw it directly at the wall in the distance, making a crisp sound of glass breaking.

"Neither does Baator? As far as I know, Gramir's plan should have already begun. That is a rare decisive battle between good and evil." Mail reminded in a low voice.

But Zuo Si shook his head: "There is no need to pay attention to things like that whose results are already determined. I believe that Gramir, Mecanthut and Zariel are capable of handling it and will never let me down."

"Well, since you insist, I will do something that interests me."

Before he finished speaking!

Mail turned into a black lightning and disappeared from sight.

As soon as he left, Jinjitasha appeared out of thin air with the help of the branches of the cave tree, reporting in an excited and excited tone: "Great father of New Phyrexia, everything is ready according to your requirements, and you can summon all our strength at any time."

"Well done. Now all the chess pieces are in place, and next it depends on when dear Nicol Bolas can react."

Zuo Si crossed his hands on his chest, and his eyes flashed with an extremely deep and evil light.

He knew very well that he had reached his best condition at this moment, just like an arrow with full force, which would surely cause a fatal blow as long as it was shot.

The only problem was that Nicol Bolas still held the greatest secret of the elder spells...