The Abyss Of The Worlds Devil

With the continuous advancement of the army under his command.

Hidden in the deepest part of [Phyrexian World], Yogmov also discovered many hidden problems in the process.

For example, the [Devil Judge] he created, although not weak in strength and wisdom, can even be said to be very strong.

Under the cultivation at any cost.

Basically, any [Magic Judge] is equivalent to a weaker novice [Brigade Mage], just without their special abilities.

So, even if he bleeds heavily, he only made three.

However, the character of the [Magic Judges] is more or less flawed in varying degrees.

Arrogance, brutality, madness...

For this phenomenon.

Despite his dissatisfaction in his heart, Yogmov had no good way.

Because of these deep-rooted bad ailments, there is a high probability that they are spread from his source...

Unless the individual character of the [Magic Judges] is deprived, otherwise, there is basically no hope of changing it.

And the flesh and blood living body without personality is just a movable piece of flesh, and it is not as potential as the all-metal [artifact creature].

So, after some thoughts.

Looking at the [Magic Judges] who were commanding a large number of ant colonies in the distance, and constantly moving a large amount of supplies into the [Phyrexian World], Yogmov finally chose to give them time to grow on their own.

This period of time when there is no chance to enter the [Dominaria World] is equivalent to training soldiers.

Use the blood of other worlds to sharpen their character and strength...

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time flies.

Three hundred years passed in a flash.

Hundreds of worlds were destroyed by [Phyrexian World] during this time.

Supported by countless plundered resources.

First of all, as [the god of Phyrexia], Yogmov has directly become more than a star and a half stronger than before in terms of strength.

And the forces under his command, in the [Shuoyou] trend of spreading the virus to wherever they go, it is inevitable that they will usher in an exponential skyrocket!

Although the vast majority of infected people are just unbearable garbage.

But under a huge number of heaps.

The extremely small probability of successful evolution is still unrestricted and a lot of excellent products have been piled up.

Among them, there are some dazzling existences that Yogmov finds dazzling!

At the same time, as their actions became more and more high-profile.

[Master of the Traveling], the sight of this trans-world-class spellcaster group is also inevitably attracted.

Fortunately, because those [Travelling Mage] are mostly passerby-level goods that are not powerful.

Therefore, for Yogmov, the existence of those guys is more like a disgusting fly than a deadly threat, constantly dragging him back.

Even if it can quickly infect indigenous life forms and even mechanical creations, so as to continuously produce its own source of troops.

But those [Travelling Mage] can teleport without restriction behind them.

After coming over, the play style of throwing a few large-scale spells and running away, in fact, made him have no countermeasures.

His logistics world will suffer a lot of losses in two days!

Also since then.

In order to target the disgusting space-time teleportation ability of [Travelling Mage].

Yogmov began to construct some strangely shaped and intertwined special tubes in the [Phyrexian World] to disrupt the structure of time and space, so as to prevent them from stealing themselves against the time and space shuttle ability of [Travelling Mage]. Home strategy.

However, the conquered worlds are still somewhat powerless due to different geographical environments.

I can only cultivate viruses in it as much as possible, and disgust those [Travelling Masters] who come by in the opposite direction.

this day.

Just when Yogmov was about to send reinforcements again to deal with the urgent battle of a certain world.

A special wave suddenly passed from the [Time and Space Shuttle] to the depths of Yogmov's consciousness.

The words that made him arranging a war plan for his subordinates immediately stagnated.

then.

His face was like crazy joy.

In [Dominaria World], the magic ritual that prevented him from entering it suddenly expired just now!

He clearly perceives this!

"Abandon all the worlds that are being explored.

Strive to develop an already owned world with surplus value!

The holy war is about to begin! "

In ecstasy.

Yogmov directly caused his command to cross the obstacles of countless time and space, and at the same time reflected in the minds of hundreds of millions of subordinates.

Destroy the entire [Dominaria World], this is his long-cherished wish!

For this, he can do it at any cost.

And inside the distant [World Tree], Orrga, who was thinking about the demon-born in the [Endless Storm Realm], also had a sense at this moment.

Unlike Yogmov's joy, he frowned slightly.

‘I’m just about to fire...’

In this thought, he arbitrarily passed some information to the Imokus.

An exceptionally grand war.

It is very conducive for them to spread the kind of things called "Moss of Evolution".

Just like the troubled African region, it has never been picky about firearms and emergency medicines.

I believe that taking advantage of the catalysis of this battle.

The crazy spread of [Evolution Moss] will definitely give the natives of this plane a huge surprise in the future...

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Shortly after.

【Dominaria World】

A figure that looked like a normal person appeared abruptly on a rather old altar.

This is a specially modulated [Phyrexian] whose biggest role is to carry out various espionage missions and intelligence gathering missions.

at the moment.

By coordinating the consciousness of oneself and the other party.

Yogmov took over the body directly and remotely.

Under the effect of dark vision, the originally dark environment around him did not cause any trouble to him at all.

Looking at the surrounding areas, although they have been corroded for a long time, there are still a lot of old relics of the original scene.

A little melancholy emerged in the cold and morbid heart of Yogmov.

Before a long time.

This was once one of the main cities of the entire [Thoran people] race.

At that time, he was just a [Thoran] Yogmov.

Used to be a member of this place, and even the ruler of this place.

And now.

This place has long lost its former glory, and has become a gloomy underground relic.

After remembering for a while.

Yogmov's gaze gradually turned to a certain area not far from the altar.

That is a special ceremony.

However, there are two vacancies in the most central area of ​​the ceremony right now.

Look at the dust on it and the still new footprints around it, as well as some abandoned tools.

Yogmov immediately judged the actual situation roughly.

A few lucky or unlucky guys found this place while excavating the ruins.

Subsequently, in an act like digging for treasure, the core components that played a vital role in the ceremony were taken away.

This gave him a chance to enter [Dominaria World] again.

"Rebecca, it seems that fate is on my side..."

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