"Hold on! No one is allowed to retreat! I will kill anyone who dares to retreat!"

A Crusader knight wielded his sword, cut a rotten corpse in half, and then roared at the ordinary soldiers who were rapidly defeated.

But unfortunately, once morale collapses, it is almost impossible to recover in a short period of time.

What's more, what the Crusaders have to face at this moment are not ordinary enemies, but a group of undead and corpse creatures who have no idea what death and fear are.

The latter, in particular, often look unusually tall and ferocious, and the exaggerated giant weapons in their hands can cut several ordinary soldiers into pieces with one blow. They are extremely brutal.

Coupled with the loss of the divine protection bestowed by the Archangel Avacyn, many of the abilities that were originally used to restrain evil are no longer usable, so collapse is naturally inevitable.

Humble!

Poor! Weak!

helpless!

At this moment, the majority of ordinary Skitarii soldiers were fleeing, and the tragic scene of them being hunted and slaughtered by undead creatures was the most realistic portrayal of the human beings on Innistrad facing the forces of darkness and evil.

Apart from trying their best to escape, the only thing they could do was to let out a desperate wail of extreme pain before dying.

"Ahahahaha! Come on! My little cuties! Kill all these living people who are in the way!"

Looking at the scene of corpses everywhere, Gisa, the ghoul herder, did not feel any discomfort at all. Instead, he became more excited and manic as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He kept pulling up the dead bodies and then launched a full-scale attack on the streets and houses of Thraben City.

It is not difficult to see from that twisted and morbid face that her mind had long ceased to be that of a human being, and she was now a monster in human skin.

Almost at the same time, Kiraf, the younger brother of the Splice Master, had led a group of corpse-snaking creatures into the cemetery and began to dig up the massive corpses buried there unscrupulously, with unparalleled excitement and fanaticism in his eyes.

You have to know that Thraben has the largest blessed cemetery in the entire Innistrad time and space, and it is also the only place that can ensure that the buried dead will not be resurrected by the ubiquitous black death energy.

Therefore, anyone with a little wealth would hope to be buried here after his death.

After hundreds of years of accumulation, the number of buried corpses has probably exceeded everyone's imagination.

But now, all of it has become a piece of fat meat in the mouths of this crazy brother and sister.

Obviously, in the eyes of Gisa and Kiraf, living people are not as useful as corpses.

They wouldn't mind killing every living person on Innistrad if they could.

"The lives of humans in this world are really miserable. Not only do they have to endure the threats of werewolves, vampires, and demons all the time, but there are also some weird lunatics appearing from time to time..."

Zuo Si stood on the roof of a house, looking down at the tragedy happening near the city gate, and couldn't help but sigh.

To be honest, he really didn't understand why they were born in a religious aristocratic family in Thraben and had never been stimulated by the outside world since childhood, but why did they end up on such a path? Could this also be the influence of the ubiquitous black mana in Innistrad?

Or is it that there is some defect in their genes, making them cold-blooded or unable to empathize with others around them? Or is it that they are born with antisocial personality?

Whatever the reason, the brother and sister's current cognition and mental state can no longer be called "human".

"Are you going to kill them yourself?" the diary suddenly asked.

"Kill her? No, that's a waste. Although Innistrad's ghoul herders are far less flexible than Faerun's necromancers, their ability to manipulate and resurrect corpses over a large range without restrictions is indeed a plus. I plan to capture this crazy woman and send her to the floating city to be handed over to Vanessa and other liches as experimental living subjects for research."

As he said this, Zuo Si raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a chilling smile.

He believed that with the magical knowledge and skills that Vanessa currently possessed, she would be able to make this crazy woman in front of him experience what it felt like to be "unable to live and unable to die."

The most important thing is that when it comes to the level of spiritual madness, the liches of Faerun are many times better than the brother and sister in terms of realm and pattern.

After all, playing with souls is much more advanced than simply playing with corpses.

Thinking of this, Zuo Si took a deep leap and jumped off the roof.

Just as his feet touched the ground, he saw several soldiers who were being chased running towards him, followed by a large group of resurrected zombies.

However, unlike the low-level undead creatures in Faerun that move very slowly and sluggishly, these zombies move very quickly, even running at speeds close to the physiological limits of humans.

In the blink of an eye, one of the soldiers was caught up and knocked down, and he could only watch helplessly as the foul-smelling zombie pounced on him and bit his throat.

But the next second...

An invisible energy wave instantly swept across the entire street.

The zombie that was still showing its fangs and claws in the last second suddenly emitted a dazzling red light from its inside, and then turned into a ball of blazing flames that quickly burned to ashes.

Seeing this, the soldier who escaped death was so scared that he rolled on the ground several times. When he got up and saw the spectacular scene in front of him, he couldn't help but open his mouth in disbelief.

Because in front of him, as far as he could see, countless undead creatures had already fallen to the ground, and like the zombies that almost bit him to death, they were burned to ashes alive by some unknown force.

"What happened?"

The soldier's pupils dilated, contracted, dilated again, and contracted again violently.

With his limited knowledge and experience, he could not understand the miraculous scene before him.

Not only him, but the other soldiers who escaped death also showed shocked expressions, and subconsciously stopped running, and all cast their eyes towards the cathedral standing at the highest point of the city in the distance.

Needless to say, they all attributed the sudden deaths of these undead creatures to the power of the archangel Avacyn.

But soon, the soldiers realized that they were wrong, and very wrong.

The crazy woman who was standing near the broken city gate and enjoying killing and death found that the number of zombies under her command had suddenly decreased so much, so she immediately sent out hundreds of corpses that she had just pulled up.

This time, the soldiers finally saw that it was a hooded young man who raised his hand and held up a badge engraved with mysterious symbols and words, muttering some syllables that they could not understand.

Immediately afterwards, the same invisible energy wave swept through the zombies.

In less than a second, the zombies exploded one after another, like a blazing torch, quickly turning into a pile of gray ashes.

Sixth Ring [Dead Soul Return]! This is a divine spell specially used to clean up a large number of low-level undead creatures.

Although it does not have the ultimate killing power against undead creatures like [Sunburst], it has a large enough impact range and can affect multiple targets.

As long as the total vitality of the undead creatures within the affected area does not exceed the damage limit of the spell, they will all be destroyed in an instant.

Obviously, the ghoul herders on Innistrad simply resurrect corpses and force them to serve themselves, and do not have the ability to strengthen undead creatures.

This means that those zombies that seem to move very fast are actually not much stronger than the low-level zombies in the continent of Faerun in terms of strength and vitality.

As a result, anyone who is swept by [Return of the Dead] will be completely destroyed immediately.

"Huh? I think I found an interesting guy!"

Jisha, whose mental state was still crazy, had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem. Instead, he regarded the sudden appearance of Zuo Si as an object to be played with. He immediately controlled the army of zombies and corpse creatures and quickly surrounded the entire street.

After confirming that the "prey" had no way to escape, she rode the gift her brother gave her, the corpse-snaking creature named "Evil Smile" holding a huge iron hook, slowly approached, held her chin with one hand and asked: "Who are you? Why did you destroy my toy?"

But unfortunately, Zuo Si obviously didn't think it was necessary to communicate with this crazy woman, so without even a word, he directly threw a [Control Undead] skill to the "Evil Smile" holding the huge iron hook.

As a result, Kisa, the corpse herder, soon discovered that the "evil smile" who had been obedient to her stretched out his other hand, suddenly grabbed her, and threw her to the ground.

Bang! Everyone only heard a dull sound, and Jisha, who had just been as elegant as a noble lady, was thrown face down on the ground.

Not only was the already somewhat torn black gauze skirt torn into pieces, exposing her entire back, hips, and thighs to the air, but her pretty face was also completely disfigured by the fall.

The tall nose bridge had completely collapsed at this moment, and half of his teeth were knocked off by the stone ground. His mouth and face were covered with shocking blood.

One of the eyeballs flew out of its socket due to the violent impact, leaving a horrifying bloody hole.

“Aa…

The unbearable pain made the crazy woman finally unable to hold back and let out a wail.

She struggled desperately to get up, picked up the deformed eyeball and put it back.

But unfortunately, before her fingers could touch her eyeball, she saw Zuo Si, who was close by, suddenly raised his foot and stepped on it mercilessly.

Phew!

The eyeball was instantly stepped on and the splashing blood plasma just splashed onto the former's face.

"No!!!!! Kill...Kill him! Kill him for me!"

Jisha, who had never suffered such a big loss before, was like crazy, trying to command the zombies and corpse-lurking creatures to attack Zuo Si.

After roaring for a long time, he realized that all the undead creatures around him didn't react at all.

No matter how he tried to increase the power of necromancy, it did not produce even the slightest effect.

"Do you know why these undead creatures are out of control?" Zuo Si asked expressionlessly, lowering his head.

"W-why?"

The crazy woman finally felt fear for the first time in her life, and her whole body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

This was the first time she encountered a situation where her necromancy magic failed.

"Because controlling the essence of undead creatures is never as simple as injecting magic power into their bodies and manipulating them as you do, but it is about trying to control their souls.

Now that I control their souls, your inferior necromancy will be of no use to me.

My former mentor once said that the first-rate necromancers create life, while the second-rate necromancers manipulate souls.

A necromancer like you who is obsessed with playing with corpses is not even third-rate."

While saying this, Zuo Si did not hide his contempt for the crazy woman in front of him.

"That's very well said!"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of applause, Liliana slowly walked out from the dark corner, her tone full of praise and admiration.

Obviously, after the two of them finished their conversation, she did not immediately return to the inn where she was staying to rest, but instead planned to see what the brother and sister, Kisa and Kiraf, were planning to do.

You have to know that her elder sister Kisa also studied necromancy with her for a period of time, and strictly speaking, she was half an apprentice.

But who would have thought that I would hear such profound and unique insights into necromancy.

Similarly, Liliana also realized that when Zuo Si said he knew "a little" necromancy, it should actually be "a billion points".

Apart from anything else, this method of silently seizing control of undead creatures is enough to make any necromancer feel fear and terror.

After all, even she is currently unable to create life as a first-rate necromancer, but is still at the second-rate level of manipulating souls.

"It's so late, why haven't you slept yet? I heard that staying up late is a life-and-death enemy for women. It will make your skin yellow, cause acne, aggravate crow's feet, and make it dull." Zuo Si teased in a half-joking tone.

Liliana spread her hands indifferently: "Thank you for your concern, but I am naturally beautiful, and my skin will never have the problems you mentioned. Compared to this, can you tell me who your former mentor was?"

"Why, do you want to exchange ideas about necromancy with him? Sorry, it's too late. I killed him with my own hands a long time ago. Not even a trace of his soul remains." Zuo Si interrupted the other party's delusion directly.

"You killed your mentor?!"

Hearing this, Liliana's expression changed slightly.

Because even for her, who was used to being selfish and betraying her companions, the act of killing her teacher was still a bit too exciting and unorthodox.

In addition, her assessment of Zuo Si's danger level also rose several levels.

But Zuo Si obviously didn't care about this, and responded in a nonchalant tone: "That's right! I smashed his lich's life box with my own hands.

Believe me, if you had a mentor like that, you would do everything you could to get rid of him.

By the way, my mentor also killed his own mentor before he achieved success.

In the world he lives in, this kind of behavior of killing the master is not only encouraged, but once successful, it will also win the applause of others around. "

"What a terrible place. It seems you've been through a lot, haven't you?" Liliana complimented in a deliberately nonchalant manner.

It goes without saying that she wanted to take this opportunity to extract more information from Zuo Si so as to better understand this mysterious man who holds her soul and destiny in his hands.

But Zuo Si was not an idiot. He easily saw through the other party's little thoughts and said meaningfully: "Okay, let's stop talking about this topic. For some things, the more you know, the better. Instead, the more you know, the more dangerous it is. Since you are not in a hurry to rest, why don't you help me bring Kiraf who is digging a grave?"

"Of course, it's just a piece of cake."

Liliana obviously heard the warning in Zuo Si's words, and immediately turned around and turned into a ball of black smoke and disappeared on the spot.

From beginning to end, she never looked at the unfortunate apprentice who was lying on the ground struggling in pain.

About a few minutes later, Kiraf, who was also beaten with a bloody head and bruised face, was also forcibly dragged over.

Looking at this young man who was completely different from his crazy sister and whose eyes always remained calm and rational, Zuo Si ordered in an emotionless tone: "Tell me where the necromancer genius Ludewei lives."

"If I tell it, my sister and I will die, right?" Kiraf raised his head and asked back.

"If you want to use this as a bargaining chip in negotiation with me, you are totally wrong. You are not qualified to negotiate with me, and I have many other ways to get this information. If you don't want to endure more pain before you die, I advise you to say it directly." Zuo Si sneered and threatened.

Kiraf's face changed slightly, and his brain began to work at high speed, trying desperately to find a way to keep himself and his sister alive.

But Zuo Si no longer had the patience to play games with the brother and sister, so he directly used magic to conduct a very rough memory search.

moment!

Geralf's screams echoed through the streets of Thraben.

By the time Zuo Si got the information he wanted, this genius splicer had completely turned into an idiot without self-awareness and was thrown away on the street like garbage.

His brain and spiritual world have been completely turned into a mess under the influence of powerful magic. It is estimated that only the wishing spell can barely save him.

In comparison, her sister Kisa's situation was slightly better. She was thrown into a box specially used to hold living people, and what awaited her would be endless living experiments.

As the two ringleaders had been eliminated, the horde of undead that poured into the city soon began to wander aimlessly, and were eventually intercepted, killed, and expelled by the subsequent crusading troops.

By the time dawned, Thraben had already recaptured the occupied city gate area and was using the city walls to continuously clear out the undead creatures outside.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Zuo Si.

At this moment, he and Liliana had already come to the vicinity of the Helvault. Looking at the huge moonsilver emitting silver light, he said after a full minute: "Let's do it."

"As you wish..."

Liliana gracefully placed one hand on her chest and bowed, then ignored the knights of the religion who were controlled by magic and released the magic she had prepared.

Boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A dazzling silver light burst out from the center of the moon.

Before anyone could react to what was happening, an angel with golden light all over his body appeared out of thin air in midair, holding up the spear in his hand and solemnly announced: "Good people who still hold on to their faith! Your protector Avacyn is back!"

As these words were blurted out, many crusaders and monks who had originally lost the spell-like abilities they had gained through prayer were surprised to find that their lost powers had returned.

Not only that!

The figure of the archangel also accommodates the sunrise in the early morning, spreading the sacred and warm sunlight to the earth.

The undead creatures outside the city that had not been cleared away in time before, exploded from the inside under the illumination of these holy lights, and then began to spontaneously combust on a large scale, and finally turned into a pool of ashes that drifted away with the wind.

Without a doubt!

This is the Archangel Avacyn created by the ancient planeswalker Sorin Markov using half of his own power!

A powerful life with power and authority comparable to that of a god! The moment she appeared, the entire city of Thraben fell into a carnival.

Even the residents who had been frightened and unable to sleep all night, and the soldiers of the Crusaders who had experienced bloody battles, all took to the streets and knelt down to pray to the patron saint and savior of mankind.

As the saying goes, you don’t know how to cherish something until you lose it.

If the hundreds of years of protection had made the residents of this city gradually forget how dark and terrifying their previous lives were, then everything that happened last night made them remember it all again, and they sincerely hoped that a similar situation would never happen to them again.

Of course, as the Helvault was shattered, it wasn't just the Archangel Avacyn who escaped from it.

There are also hundreds of demons that she had captured and imprisoned before, as well as the planeswalker Nahiri, the Lithomancer, who has also been imprisoned there for a thousand years.

Since Zuo Si and Liliana had discussed it before taking action, they acted separately, one to hunt down his "creditor" the demon Griselda, and the other to stop the lithomancer Nahiri who was about to flee back to her hometown Zendikar.

"Who are you? Why are you stopping me?" Nahiri narrowed her eyes and stared at Zuo Si who was so close to her.

Due to the long-term erosion of the devil's chaotic and evil thoughts, she now looks crazy and dangerous, and her originally silver pupils even occasionally flash with blood red.

"Ma'am, please don't be so hostile. Don't forget that you were able to escape from that huge piece of moonsilver thanks to me."

Zuo Si spread his hands to make it clear that he had no hostility.

He knew very well that the Kor woman with short white hair in front of him was an ancient planeswalker who had lived for more than 6,000 years. She was also the apprentice of Sorin Markov (although they later fell out), and she possessed certain means to lead the Eldrazi to other worlds.

It's best not to become an enemy unless necessary.

"Oh? You broke the Helvault?"

Nahiri's face showed surprise, but also less hostility.

Zuo Si smiled and nodded: "That's right. The reason I'm here is actually to talk to you about the three Eldrazi titans sealed in Zendikar."

"Eldrazi? Wait! How long has it been since I was imprisoned?"

Only then did Nahiri notice the city of Thraben beneath her feet and the large population living around it.

You have to know that when she was imprisoned by Sorin, there was nothing here except that huge stone shining with silver light.

"A thousand years have passed."

Zuo Si gave an exact number without hesitation.

Hearing that she had been imprisoned for so long, Nahiri was instantly furious: "What? A thousand years! Sorin, that bastard! How dare he do this to me! I swear! I will teach him a lesson! By the way, is Zendikar all right? Has the seal of the Eldrazi been loosened?"

"So far, everything is fine. But not long ago, I found that someone was trying to break the seal of the Eldrazi, and almost succeeded. Please see, this is the Dragon Scroll, which seals the spiritual fire of the spirit dragon Ugin. As one of the three ancient planeswalkers who sealed the Eldrazi back then, you should be very clear about the two prerequisites for opening the seal."

As he spoke, Zuo Si took out the scroll and handed it to the other party.

Needless to say, he is trying to win over more allies in order to deal with the old dragon Nicol Bolas.

"Damn it! This is the spiritual fire used by Ugin! Who? Who wants to open the seal and destroy Zendikar?" Nahiri's eyes flashed with hatred.

Although sparks have the ability to travel through time and space at will, most planeswalkers are still very attached to their hometowns.

At least Sorin Markov was very caring towards the small, weak, and barren Innistrad. He not only created the archangel Avacyn to maintain the ecological balance, but also isolated it from the threats of dark void creatures like the Eldrazi.

Nahiri, who was greatly influenced by Sorin, also loves her hometown very much in her heart, and has guarded the seal for thousands of years by herself.

When she heard that someone wanted to release the Eldrazi to destroy Zendikar, her reaction was naturally extremely fierce.

But this is exactly what leftist thinking wants to achieve.

"The mastermind behind all this is Nicol Bolas, a powerful and terrifying elder dragon planeswalker. From what I've heard, he seems to be planning a conspiracy that will cause irreparable destruction to several planes, and Zendikar is one of them. In order to fight against him, we need to unite more people and deal him a fatal blow at the critical moment."

Zuo Si calmly took out the speech he had prepared in advance.

Uniting more and more powerful planeswalkers is his way of dealing with the threat of the old dragon at this stage.

Especially for powerful ancient mages like these, it’s best not to leave any of them behind.

"Nicol Bolas? I've heard that name before..." Nahiri narrowed her eyes in thought.

But before she could sort out her confused memories, Zuo Si added: "Nicol Bolas is Ugin's twin brother, but the relationship between them is that of enemies."

"Wugin has brothers?"

Nahiri was instantly shocked by the news.

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes. It's quite surprising, isn't it?

But actually I have an even more shocking news here. Ugin was killed by Nicol Bolas thousands of years ago.

This is also the reason why he never showed up again after sealing the Odrazi.

Currently, Ugin's spirit is guiding a chosen one on the plane of Tarkir to be resurrected.

Please trust me, ma'am.

Nicol Bolas is one of the greatest threats to Zendikar and the entire multiverse."

"Okay, I agree to accept your invitation. But there are some things I need to confirm in person."

Nahiri obviously didn't fully believe the explosive news.

Because thousands of years ago, she had witnessed with her own eyes how powerful the magical power of the spirit dragon Wu Jin was.

Even the invincible Eldrazi Titan who had devoured countless time and space was trapped by the magic cast by this guy.

So Nahiri always found it hard to imagine who could defeat such an invincible dragon mage.

"Of course no problem." Zuo Si made a gesture of invitation.

The Lithomancer didn't even say a word, and instantly activated the power of sparks and disappeared on the spot.

It's no wonder that her first stop is to return to Zendikar to check on the status of the Eldrazi seal.

Shortly after the Lithomancer left, the vampire Sorin Markov arrived.

Because whether it was the long-lost Archangel Avacyn's reappearance or the bombing of the Hellvault, they were top priorities that he could not take lightly.

However, what the vampire king did not expect was that instead of waiting for Nahiri to seek revenge on him, he waited for a young human he had never seen before.

"Who are you? Why are you destroying the Helvault?" Sorin asked, staring into those oppressive eyes.

"My name is Soth, and as you can see, I'm a novice planeswalker. As for why I want to break into the Helvault, it's of course to free the Archangel Avacyn and Lady Nahiri."

Zuo Si did not choose to lie or cheat, but stated his purpose openly.

After all, Sorin is a vampire who has visited countless time and space and lived for more than ten thousand years. Trying to be clever in front of such a guy is basically equivalent to lying in front of God, and the consequences are disastrous.

"Avacyn is trapped in the Helvault?"

Solin frowned instantly and cast his gaze towards the figure shining with golden light in the air.

But he soon realized that Zuo Si was right.

Only when he was imprisoned in the prison cellar was he unable to sense the existence of this "half body".

After finding out where Avacyn had been during her disappearance, Sorin immediately focused his attention on Nahiri. He stroked his chin and continued to ask with interest, "Why did you release Nahiri? If I remember correctly, she didn't seem to have many human friends."

"Do you think I released Lady Nahiri for the sake of so-called friendship?" Zuo Si raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Isn't it?"

The corners of Sorin's mouth slightly raised, revealing two sharp fangs.

Zuo Si shook his head slightly. "No, of course not. I freed Lady Nahiri because something was wrong with the Eldrazi seal on Zendikar. Someone was trying to break the seal and release the three terrible monsters from the Blind Eternities."

"Break the seal?"

When Sorin heard the news, the smile on his face froze instantly.

"Yes. This is the scroll I obtained from a planeswalker in the Eye of Ugin. I'm sure you can easily recognize its function."

As he spoke, Zuo Si handed over the Dragon Scroll again.

This is one of the few things that can make him gain the other party's trust.

After all, the flame used by the spiritual dragon Wu Jin is so special that it is almost impossible to replicate it with 100% success.

As expected, when Sorin opened the scroll, his expression changed from cynical to serious. "Tell me the details! How many planeswalkers were there?"

Zuo Si replied quickly, "Not counting me and my companions, there are exactly three. One is the thief of the scroll, the second is the pursuer, and the last one is a crazy guy who is obviously under mind control. From what I understand, all three of them have been manipulated to varying degrees, and the mastermind behind all of them points to Nicol Bolas, Ugin's brother."

"Nicol Bolas? It's him!"

Unlike Nahiri's half-knowledge, Sorin had obviously heard of this insidious and cunning old dragon, and his eyes instantly emitted a terrifying light.

"That's right. In order to prevent things from developing in an irreversible direction, I think we need to unite more planeswalkers to prepare to fight against them. Of course, it's not just Lady Nahiri, I hope you can join in as well. After all, Nicol Bolas's conspiracy involves more than just Zendikar, Innistrad can't stay out of it either."

Zuo Si once again used his eloquence to exaggerate, trying to drag the powerful vampire in front of him into the water.

Because he knew that the other party might be able to ignore the destruction of Zendikar, but would never tolerate their hometown of Innistrad turning into nothingness.

Sorin narrowed his eyes in thought for a long time, then raised his head and said, "In principle, I agree to join this alliance, but I will not listen to your instructions on how to do it."

"I have never dreamed of commanding others. I simply acted as a matchmaker to bring together all the planeswalkers who dared to stand up against Nicol Bolas. In addition to this purpose, I have a small personal request, and I hope you can agree to it."

As he spoke, Zuo Si touched his chest and bowed deeply with a very humble attitude.

"Oh? What is that?" Sorin asked with an interested look on his face.

As someone who was skilled in blood and life magic, he could clearly feel the amazing energy contained in the body of this young-looking human in front of him. Even for a planeswalker, it was indeed a bit too much.

Zuo Si looked up at the Archangel Avacyn in the air and said with a smile, "I want to become your disciple and learn the magic of life and creation."

When Suo Lin heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then he held his forehead and laughed wildly, "Hahaha! Interesting! So interesting! You want to be my disciple? You don't want to create your own angel, do you?"

"Angel? No, I plan to create a god."

Zuo Si expressed the arrogant ambition hidden in his heart in a very calm tone.

Because the moment he saw the Archangel Avacyn, he already knew what he should do with the energy that had accumulated in the deep well of his soul for who knows how many years.

Since Sorin Markov could create an angel with the power of a demigod or even a full god with half of his own power, why couldn't he use hundreds or even thousands of times more energy to create a living god?

And as far as Zuo Si knew, the life and death of this artificial life was firmly in the hands of the creator himself.

"I like your craziness, young man! But I will be very busy recently and will not have much time to teach you, so you only have three days. You can learn as much as you can within three days."

Suo Lin obviously realized that Zuo Si was not joking but was serious, so he decisively gave a very short deadline.

Obviously, he didn't really want to teach these unique magics, he just wanted to see the young man in front of him get exhausted during the learning process.

It was a dirty trick, one he'd done more than once while teaching Nahiri.

But unfortunately, Sorin didn't know that Zuo Si, who possessed the Mind Library and the Eye of Knowledge, had a terrifying learning ability that was simply incomparable to that of a self-taught spellcaster like the Lithomancer Nahiri.

The gap between the two may be as big as the gap between modern humans and ancient Homo sapiens on Earth.

In fact, most planeswalkers are new learners who have never received any systematic magical education. They basically rely on sparks and talents to continuously strengthen certain abilities.

The final result is that they are often only good at one type of magic, such as Nahiri's lithomancy, Chandra's fire magic, Nissa's nature magic, and so on.

But Zuo Si was different.

He received systematic magic education from the very beginning, especially the vast amount of magical knowledge he acquired in Faerun, which covered almost every aspect.

With such a massive amount of knowledge piled up, he would not limit himself to a certain field, but would choose to take it all without hesitation.

Just when Sorin and Zuo Si reached an agreement, in a forest dozens of kilometers away, Liliana finally caught up with her "creditor" - the demon Griselda.

However, unlike the last time they met where the enemy was strong and she was weak, this time she relied on the power of the [Chain Veil] to easily knock the opponent to the ground.

At this moment, this once arrogant and domineering devil was kneeling on the ground begging for mercy like a clown.

"Please spare me! Please! I can swear to give up my ownership of your soul! I am even willing to become your slave!"

"Forgive you? Swear? Haha, this is really funny. I heard that you can't believe even a word of the devil's oath. Sorry, dear, although I really want to forgive you, the problem is that I really can't do it this time."

Liliana walked closer, reached out and gently stroked the broken horns on Grisel's head, with a hint of pity in her tone.

The moment her fingers left the broken horn, the demon suddenly felt an extremely powerful force suddenly pinching her heart, and then it got tighter and tighter...

It exploded inside with the heaviest bang, and then it fell to the ground twitching and took its last breath.

Looking at the demon corpse lying on the ground, Liliana took out a bag without saying a word, put the corpse in it, and then cast a teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.

Next, she needs to hand over Ji Ze's body to Zuo Si, so that she can revive him again when needed and make him the "creditor" who controls her soul.

(End of this chapter)