A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

Spark is as important to a planeswalker as life and soul.

No living planeswalker is willing to give up his spark, and even those who have reached the end of their lives rarely give their spark to others after death.

Among the few records, only the legendary planeswalker Urza gave his planeswalker to the silver golem Karn before he died.

In addition, during the period of confrontation with old Phyrexia, some ancient planeswalkers used the sparks of their dead comrades to create some terrifying weapons.

So when they saw that Nicol Bolas was really capable of stripping away sparks, the expressions of all the planeswalkers present, including the two siblings, suddenly changed, and their eyes were full of vigilance, fear, and even fear.

Especially the relatively silent Prince of Darkness, Graya, now somewhat understood why his father regarded this elder dragon as his biggest enemy.

Based on this alone, the opponent has already stood above the other planeswalkers, and it is no exaggeration to call him the strongest.

After all, people can capture sparks with just one spell. No matter how high your planeswalker level is, what's the use of making the sparks stronger?

"Could this be the legendary elder's spell?"

Little Annie's voice suddenly appeared in the mind of the Prince of Darkness.

Apparently, she uses telepathy to communicate with her brother.

This is a basic operation for gods and divine-like powers. It is the kind that everyone can do as long as they reach the threshold. It is similar to how high-level alien creatures can transmit magic. It is not worth making a fuss about.

"I don't know! Be careful, this old dragon probably comes with bad intentions."

Greia also responded telepathically.

Even though the two of them were fighting passionately just now, when facing a powerful enemy, they immediately transformed from rivals into a close family.

"Then shall we accept his terms?"

Little Annie continued to ask in a very determined tone.

"Didn't father tell you?"

The Dark Prince was stunned for a moment.

You must know that he was still speculating just now whether his sister's sudden change of attitude and taking the initiative to talk to him was because she had been instructed by Zuo Si to deliberately act for Nicol Bolas.

Little Annie asked angrily: "If my father told me, do I still need to ask you? He didn't tell me anything at all, he just let me do what I wanted to do."

Hearing these words, Grea's originally lively heart suddenly sank to the bottom: "So you were serious about all the nonsense you did before? Didn't you consider the consequences at all?"

"Why should I consider the consequences? Isn't that what you and your father like to do the most?" Little Annie retorted confidently.

This time, the Prince of Darkness choked so much that he could no longer utter a word.

He didn't even pay attention to the elder dragon planeswalker who was close at hand. He also ignored his lawless sister and instantly released a black curtain.

Then the whole person disappeared together with the blackened Arturia who was summoned and was fighting the good boy to death.

This move undoubtedly made Nicol Bolas very unhappy, and he immediately snorted: "You are really ignorant!"

But soon, he turned his attention to little Annie who remained motionless. He narrowed his eyes, assumed the posture of a dragon, came close and threatened fiercely: "Little one, do you want to run away like him?" Drop it?

I advise you not to be stupid!

I believe you should also feel that this time and space has been sealed by me with my artifact.

Not even a planeswalker with a spark could escape.

and……

I'm about to feel the spark of harvesting all the planeswalkers in this plane.

By then, all planeswalkers who refuse to surrender to me will be spared. "

"Well - then according to what you say, doesn't it mean that there is no choice at all?"

Little Annie blinked her big violet eyes and looked innocent.

Nicol Bolas obviously didn't know that this was just a moody little witch in front of him, so he raised his head slightly and said with a proud face: "That's right! You really have no choice, either surrender to me or give up on yourself. There is no third way to go."

"Okay, then I agree."

After pretending to think for a while, little Annie decided to get off the donkey along the slope.

If you observe carefully, you will find that a subtle cunning flashed in her eyes the moment she agreed.

It was obvious that this restless girl planned to take advantage of the elder dragon planeswalker who was considered the strongest enemy by her father.

Especially if I could untie the thread of fate that is wrapped around me.

Hearing this answer, Nico Bolas nodded with satisfaction: "Very good! It seems that you are smarter than I thought. But surrender is not about words, but expressions. "

"Then what should I do?"

Little Annie stared at the other person's eyes that exuded endless majesty and arrogance and tried.

"It's very simple! I will start to cast a powerful spell next. And your task is to stay by my side and repel all incoming enemies."

Nicol Bolas grinned, revealing a pair of sharp fangs, and his entire face looked unusually sinister and cunning.

"It sounds very simple."

Little Annie shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, her voice revealing relaxation and joy.

After all, she didn't really plan to risk her life to protect the other party, she was just pretending.

When Zuo Si showed up, she promised to defect at the first opportunity.

"Simple? Haha, you would think so if you knew who the enemies you might face next were. Now follow me, the real show is just beginning."

After that, Nicol Bolas spread his wings and flew into the air, flying straight towards the city where the Izzet League Guild was located.

Little Annie took out the summoned creature card and released a divine golden dragon that was originally responsible for guarding the treasure of the platinum dragon king Bahamut. As a mount, she carried herself and her good friend Loki and followed closely behind.

During the flight, Loki couldn't help but lower his voice and asked, "Is this guy really that powerful?"

"Of course! Didn't you see that he almost took away my planeswalker spark with a spell?"

Little Annie rolled her eyes unhappily.

"Damn it! Isn't that dangerous for me?"

Loki couldn't help but curse in a low voice, while the hand hidden in the wide sleeve tightly grasped the dagger emitting a dark aura.

Little Annie sneered and responded: "If you want to obtain the spark of the planeswalker, how can you not take some risks?

Don't forget, only your father can implant other people's sparks into your body.

Of course, it is not ruled out that Nicol Bolas can do it.

But I'm not sure if he is willing to do this. Even if he makes a promise, there is no guarantee that he can fulfill it in the end.

But once my father makes a promise, he basically won't go back on his word.

Don't forget what you often say, gains always coexist with risks."

"Alas - I think you are right."

Loki sighed helplessly, and then stopped struggling, but took a deep breath to force himself to calm down, and his eyes became unusually firm.

After all, things like changing fate are like gambling, and many people want a chance to get on the table but don't have it yet.

When the dragon's wings swooped down from the clouds across the sky, it was clear that the Eternal Legion, under the control of Shane VII and Liliana, was surging toward the huge city cluster in front of them like a tide, fearlessly advancing in the face of fierce artillery fire and magic.

Those planeswalkers from different time and space in the multiverse and the local natives also joined forces to continuously block these terrifying enemies.

Large-scale killing spells that fell from the sky and behemoths that were tens or hundreds of meters high often appeared suddenly on the battlefield.

Some of them were creatures of flesh and blood, while others were constructs and elements.

In the face of the amazing power of the planeswalkers, the speed of the Eternal Legion was temporarily slowed down.

There were also planeswalkers who were good at black mana and were trying to seize control of these Eternal Undead.

In short, it looked a bit like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea and showing their magical powers.

There were many interesting spells and creatures, and even a quasi-divine planeswalker like little Annie was amazed.

However, all these efforts collapsed the moment Nicol Bolas arrived.

Only a few immortal gods entered the battlefield and quickly broke through the originally tenacious and solid defenses.

A large number of originally indestructible fortresses were slaughtered by these terrifying undead gods in less than a minute.

"We can't hold on here! Retreat! Retreat quickly! Don't make unnecessary sacrifices! Detonate those alchemical bombs buried underground!"

An Izzet League leader screamed at all the soldiers.

Unfortunately, retreating is not something that can be done by talking, especially after the two sides have formed a tug-of-war.

Many people knew that they could not escape at all, so they detonated those powerful bombs and chose to die with the surging enemies.

Even if they could not kill the immortals with extremely strong resistance and vitality, at least they would temporarily lose their ability to move for a period of time to buy enough time for others to retreat.

The successive explosions and the flames that shot up into the sky all showed the bravery and perseverance of the residents of this plane.

But unfortunately, these had no meaning or value in Nicol Bolas's eyes.

He had destroyed countless worlds and had seen countless warriors who bravely moved forward without fear of death.

But what was the result?

Those planes would still be destroyed if they were to be destroyed.

Just as the elder dragon landed and was about to admire the last organized guild of Ravnica falling at his feet, a flame that shot up into the sky instantly illuminated the sky red.

The next second...

Boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The destructive flames that could not be described in words fell from the sky, instantly burning the Eternals who were still moving into black and temporarily losing their ability to move.

If you look down from a high altitude, you can clearly see that with the headquarters of the Izzet League Guild as the center, the area within a radius of several kilometers is shrouded in this terrifying sky fire. Whether it is rocks, soil, metal, or anything else, they are all melted into liquid or even evaporated into gas.

The terrifying heat blocked the Eternals' advance like a divine punishment.

Just as everyone was shocked by this spectacular sight, a giant dragon covered in burning flames slowly emerged from the lava.

He was none other than the founder of this guild and the oldest creature on the Ravnica plane - Niv-Mizzet, the Flame Spirit.

At this moment, there is no longer any plant growing on the chest of this ancient giant dragon. It is not only very healthy but also full of destructive power.

Surprisingly, he was accompanied by the ancient planeswalker who sealed the Oza Titan, the Lithomancer Nahiri, and Sancho, who was the temporary leader of the guild.

"Huh? You're actually still alive!"

Nicol Bolas's eyes flashed with something strange.

Because he received a report that Niv-Mizzet should be dying.

After all, no one could stand being sucked in by the seeds for so long.

"Thanks to someone who helped me remove the dangerous thing in my heart. Now, I can finally stand in front of you."

Niv-Mizzet's steps were steady and powerful, and his voice did not reveal the slightest hint of fear.

This magnanimity alone is enough to prove that he is worthy of being the strongest person in this time and space. At least it is not like those guild leaders who were so frightened that their legs were weak when they saw this elder dragon planeswalker that they could not even speak.

"Who is it? Wujin?"

Nicol Bolas looked at the "young dragon" with interest.

Yes, in his eyes, Niv-Mizzet, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, was just a "little one."

"No, it's your subordinate. He no longer obeys your orders now, but is on our side."

Niv-Mizzet pursed his lips and revealed a playful smile.

You must know that he was originally planning to die once and then use props to resurrect himself.

But who would have thought that at the last moment of his life, the vegetative planeswalker who had attacked him would appear and remove the seeds, and return all the life force he had absorbed.

and……

This vegetative planeswalker named Mamus actually had many inexplicable metal structures appearing out of thin air, which seemed full of contradictions.

But the well-informed Niv-Mizzet knew very well that the other party was actually completed by Shimoyou.

"What? Did Mamous even betray me?"

Nicol Bolas frowned subconsciously, obviously not believing the news.

After all, when he destroyed that time and space, he was equivalent to indirectly saving the opponent's race.

But considering that the other party had inexplicably lost contact for such a long time, betrayal seemed reasonable.

Nicol Bolas never gave much thought to the reason for his betrayal.

Because he has experienced so many betrayals that he has become accustomed to them and will never really trust anyone except himself.

"You don't seem surprised?"

Niv-Mizzet was undoubtedly a little surprised by the elder dragon's reaction.

He also thought that the other party would show emotions such as shock and rage after hearing it, but the result was just unbelievable.

"Hmph! So what? It's just the difference between dying earlier and dying later."

With that, Nicol Bolas suddenly spread his wings, unleashing his unrivaled power.

Just for a moment!

The terrifying sky fire simply disappeared out of thin air.

To be precise, it was replaced by some kind of more powerful energy impact, and the entire city sank as if it had been hit by a giant hammer.

All buildings turned into dust in less than 0.01 seconds.

Fortunately, Niv-Mizzet and others reacted quickly enough and directly activated the teleportation magic to escape from the area. Otherwise, it would be hard to imagine what would have happened.

"Oh my God! Is this...is this really the power that a planeswalker's spark can have?"

Sancho clutched his chest with lingering fear, dumbfounded and unable to believe what he saw.

Because he knew that the other party did not use any spells or magic at all. He just let the power of the sparks leak out a little, which directly created an effect even more terrifying than the divine impact.

"It's incredible, isn't it?

But I can tell you that almost any planeswalker in ancient times could do this easily.

In other words, some of them can directly erase the existence of time and space outside of time and space.

So don't take it lightly, otherwise you may cease to exist in the next second. "

Nahiri warned the young junior in the tone of a veteran.

"Please have mercy on me. I can't participate in this kind of battle."

Sancho held his forehead with helplessness on his face.

What a joke!

He had no intention of facing Nicol Bolas, whom even his teacher was afraid of, and being pulled over this time was just to catch him up.

While the two were talking, Niv-Mizzet had already taken the initiative to charge and fight with the elder dragon.

"Get out of my world!"

"Are these your last words?"

After a brief confrontation, Nicol Bolas finally let go of his arrogance a little and began to look at the other person with slightly surprised eyes.

Although Niv-Mizzet's magic and fighting methods did not pose a substantial threat to it, they were undoubtedly quite amazing.

Especially the control of magical flames has almost reached the pinnacle level in this field.

The two huge dragons continued to collide in the sky, erupting with destructive power.

The sky is tearing!

The earth is burning!

The ocean in the distance has already boiled!

Anyone who sees this scene will involuntarily believe that this is two gods at war.

But it's a pity that Niv-Mizzet has tried his best and even squeezed out all his potential, but Nicol Bolas is still able to do it with ease, even more like toying with his opponent.

"You wait here!"

Upon seeing this, Nahiri immediately chose to join the fight, wanting to help her old friend stabilize the situation.

She obviously knew that before the elder's spell was activated, Zuo Si would never help no matter what state Ravnica was in, so she could only rely on herself now.

But before the conglomerate spell could be activated, Nicol Bolas shouted to little Annie who was watching the show in the distance: "Stop her! Don't let her disturb my enjoyment!"

"Okay, got it."

The girl replied listlessly, then jumped down from the dragon's back and instantly released Bigby's big hand magic, shattering all the conglomerate creations with a bang, and blocking Nahiri's path.

Looking at the very familiar force field spell, Nahiri instantly recognized the identity of the girl in front of her. The corner of her mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably and whispered, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"No way, I have no choice now."

After saying that, little Annie shrugged her shoulders, and then began to release amazingly powerful divine-like spells one after another to suppress the opponent.

Seeing this, Nahiri was forced to fight back.

The two of them started a quite spectacular magic showdown as they went back and forth.

The terrifying power and scene were no worse than the battle between the two giant dragons on the other side.

Not only that!

In order to show his presence, Loki also approached Sancho and directly gave the latter a combination of illusion and backstab.

"Are you fucking crazy? I'm one of my own!"

Sancho obviously knew who Loki was, and immediately shouted directly into the other person's mind through magic.

"Of course I know you are one of my own. But the problem is that I need a chance to express myself now, so I would like you to cooperate a little bit."

Loki responded with a devilish smile, but the movements of his hands showed no mercy at all. He was always aiming for vital points.

Judging from that posture, he just wanted to kill someone and silence him.

"Asshole! Just wait for me!"

Sancho was undoubtedly angered, and his attacks began to become dark and ruthless. To outsiders, the two were completely unrelenting enemies.

But at every critical moment, they will unanimously choose to be merciful.

Seeing that all Niv-Mizzet's helpers were blocked out, Nicol Bolas immediately sneered and asked, "Is this the reason why you come to challenge? If so, then today is the day you die."

"Bah! I might die, and those new planeswalkers will defeat you. You can't even think about destroying Ravnica, let alone realize your evil ambitions."

Niv-Mizzet spat out a mouthful of blood, a look of mockery in his usually wise eyes.

"Defeat me? Just rely on them? Hahahahaha! You really know how to tell jokes. As of now, no one can stop me except Wu Jin who has not yet appeared."

As Nico Bolas spoke, he easily peeled off the magical protection on Niv-Mizzet like peeling an onion, pierced the dragon's scales and muscles with his sharp claws, and then released an astonishingly powerful spell.

boom! ! ! !

In the blink of an eye, Niv-Mizzet's huge red body suddenly exploded without warning, and was covered in violent burning flames from head to toe.

"No!!!!!!"

Lal Zarek, who had just arrived at the scene and witnessed the death of the guild founder, burst into a desperate roar.

He couldn't believe that the invincible Flame Spirit was killed so easily.

But Nicol Bolas seemed to have done something insignificant, casually throwing the body into the huge pit formed by the ruins of the city below, and then slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said in a slightly emotional voice: "Finally... …I can finally start the final step of the whole plan. Come, all the sparks, so that I can restore and even surpass the power of ancient times.”

As the last word blurted out, the ancient spell slowly came out of his mouth.

Before Lal Zarek, who was immersed in sorrow and pain, could react to what was happening, the sparks in his chest suddenly began to flash violently, and he was ripped out of his soul at an incredible speed and flew straight towards the dark clouds above his head. dense sky.

Not only him, but all the planeswalkers imprisoned in the plane of Ravnica had a similar situation.

Except for a very few planeswalkers who were of a high enough level and had deep enough control over their own sparks, the rest could only watch helplessly as they separated from their bodies and rushed toward Nicol Bolas at extremely fast speeds. .

When hundreds of thousands of shining sparks flew into the sky, the dense dark clouds began to rotate at high speed.

The sparks also rotated together, like a tornado with flashing neon lights, and from time to time, deafening loud noises and creepy gray lightning erupted.

At the end of the curling sky, time and space seem to be distorted, forming a hole that is constantly expanding and shrinking.

Any planeswalker who takes one look at it can immediately tell that there is a dark void on the other side.

When the number of accumulated sparks reaches a certain critical point, the entire Ravnica space-time is like a small boat sailing in a storm, and may be torn apart by this extremely terrifying force at any time.

"This is impossible! What exactly does Nicol Bolas want to do? If things continue like this, it will inevitably form a devastating crisis more terrifying than the time rift!"

The Archmage of Time, Teferi, raised his head and stared at the sky in the distance in disbelief, clutching the heavy staff tightly with both hands.

As one of the few people who have talked with Nicol Bolas and even fought with him and are still alive, he knows too well how crazy and dangerous this elder dragon planeswalker is.

The other party doesn't care about the survival of the entire multiverse at all, only his own power.

But Teferi couldn't figure out what kind of magic spell could cause such a horrific doomsday scene.

Especially forcibly stripping the sparks of the planeswalkers, it was a bit horrifying.

"Hahahaha!

Not enough!

Not enough!

I want more!

Give me all your sparks!

The Legion of the Eternal!

Pull out all the hidden planeswalkers!

I want their sparks!"

Nicol Bolas opened his arms and laughed wildly at the sparks that were gathering more and more.

Because he knew that as long as he devoured these sparks, he could restore the unparalleled power of the ancient times.

But at this critical moment, a giant dragon with azure light all over its body suddenly fell from the sky and knocked it away with a bang.

Instant!

The sparks gathered in the sky flew around as if out of control.

"You seem to be happy a little too early, aren't you?"

The blue dragon opened its mouth and made a mocking sound from above.

"Ugin?!"

Nicol Bolas quickly got up from the ground, but soon shouted: "No, that's not right, you are not Ugin, who are you?"

"Oh? How do you know I'm not Ugin? Can't you even recognize my spark, dear brother?"

As he spoke, the blue dragon's chest began to flash with a dazzling bright light, and all the surrounding matter was transformed into attributeless energy at an incredible speed.

There is no doubt that this is the spark of the spirit dragon Ugin, and there is no other planeswalker in the entire multiverse who can pretend to be it.