"According to modern Earth medical research, a healthy human body carries at least 140,000 types of viruses, not to mention even more bacteria.
Now, imagine such a person transmigrating t...
As an ancient dragon that has lived for more than twelve thousand years, he has long since developed enough patience through the baptism of time.
Therefore, he did not rush to ask immediately, but looked at the guild member whom he had high hopes for.
Unlike the other guilds in the Guildpact, which have gone through countless changes of leaders and high-ranking officials, the Izzet League has been led by Niv-Mizzet since its inception.
Therefore, to him, every member of the guild, no matter whether they are ambitious or arrogant and rebel, are like his own children.
Niv-Mizzet enjoys training these young successors, watching them grow through a series of setbacks and then becoming the backbone of the Izzet Alliance.
Especially the young man in front of him who has already ignited the spark of a planeswalker, whose potential is far above that of other members.
This kind of observation and silence lasted for two or three minutes before he opened his mouth and asked in a very calm tone: "How is it? Did the firefly light you released successfully attract the target?"
Ral Zarek nodded without hesitation: "Yes, Originator.
Not only did I succeed in attracting him, but I also had a face-to-face conversation with him.
Your judgment is correct.
This Lord Soth indeed possesses a terrifyingly powerful force.
Maybe not as good as Nicol Bolas, but far better than any other planeswalker I know.
Even though he never demonstrated the magic he mastered from beginning to end, I could still feel the astonishing gap in spark level between him and me.
And this person seems to hold many interesting secrets.
Just like the ring he gave me, it can cast a spell every day to reflect a certain degree of magical attack."
As he spoke, Ral Zarek took off the [Ring of Spell Turning] on the middle finger of his left hand and handed it to the ancient dragon with huge size and endless majesty in front of him without hesitation.
Due to the huge size difference between the two, he was like an insignificant ant in front of the latter.
But Niv-Mizzet still took the ring carefully and observed it carefully with his eyes that could see through all magical powers. After about three or five minutes, he smiled and commented: "It's a very ingenious design. This should be another kind of magic that is completely different from the system we know. It's very useful. At least it can save your life at certain critical moments."
After saying that, the ancient dragon returned the ring.
“Yes, I am quite satisfied with this gift.
After all, it was my reward for using up all the energy in my device and snatching the Planar Bridge from Tezzeret.
I must warn you that this planeswalker named Soth is somewhat unpredictable and working with him could be quite dangerous.
After all, we know nothing about him other than that we're working together to take on Nicol Bolas.
This person is like a mystery. He maintains an ambiguous relationship with Jace and Nisha, but he always likes to hide in the dark and observe. "
Ral Zarek put his magic ring back on and stated his point very simply.
"Mysterious? Dangerous?
Hehehehe…
Do you think I wouldn't notice this?
Don't forget, the person who came to me was one of the three ancient planeswalkers who sealed the Eldrazi Titan, the famous Lithomancer Nahiri.
Aside from Sorin Markov and Ugin the Spirit Dragon, there are only a handful of planeswalkers I know of who are more powerful than her.
But now, she was willing to play the role of a messenger.
How ordinary do you think someone who can do this can be?
Especially the resurrection method demonstrated by Nahiri is enough to explain many problems.
What's more, with Nicol Bolas's infiltration of various guilds in Ravnica, there are actually only two choices before me.
One is to cooperate with the spirit dragon Wu Jin, and the other is to cooperate with this man of unknown origin, Soth.
Given the former's ignominy role in the evolution of the three Eldrazi titans and his brotherly relationship with Nicol Bolas, I think the latter is perhaps more believable.
At least it's true that he has the ability to resurrect from the dead.
This means that after the full-scale war with Nicol Bolas, I can even deliberately die to create an illusion and trap when necessary."
Niv-Mizzet patiently explained to the young junior.
Because according to his plan, Ral Zarek will need to take on a very important responsibility in the near future.
"So what do you think we should do next?
Continue the back-and-forth game with Nicol Bolas and those who secretly serve him in the Guildpact on Ravnica?
Or try to find a way to circumvent those rules and gain more power to integrate the power of this plane? I think this seizure of the plane-bridge must have angered Nicol Bolas.
After listening to Tezzeret's complaints, he might turn his attention directly to us, or even try to take back the bridge.
After all, in Nicol Bolas's eyes, it was us who stole the Space-Time Bridge, not the one hiding in the dark, Soth."
Ral Zarek frowned as he expressed his concerns.
Although he had great respect for the ancestor of the guild, he believed that this god-like dragon was the most powerful being in Ravnica.
Considering that Nicol Bolas was a direct descendant of the First Dragon, one of the few and perhaps the most powerful Elder Dragon alive, Ral Zarek felt unsure.
Niv-Mizzet smiled and waved his hand: "Don't worry about that.
In fact, this is exactly the effect I want to achieve.
Nahiri had said that Soth needed time to prepare a plan adequate to defeat Nicol Bolas.
In that case, let me be the target of this attractive fire.
The more attention I attract and the more time I gain, the stronger our alliance will become.
As for death, since there is a reliable means of resurrection, what is there to be afraid of?
Remember, from this moment on, you should keep the fact that you gave the time-space bridge to someone else to yourself and never tell anyone, not even your best friend.
If anyone asks, tell them I have the Planar Bridge and that Nicol Bolas can take it."
moment!
The giant red dragon, which exuded amazing aura and warmth, stood up from the ground. The temperature of the surrounding air and environment rose rapidly, causing Ral Zarek to feel strongly suffocated.
The heat wave that hit him made him realize for the first time the true meaning of the nickname "Flame Spirit".
Unlike those who fear Nicol Bolas, Niv-Mizzet is one of the few elder dragons brave enough to challenge this powerful enemy.
He would rather face death than bow his proud head.
…
At the same time, in another unknown time and space.
The seriously injured Tezzeret was lying on the ground in a cave, his entire lower body had been completely torn apart, and the mechanical part of his upper body was also tattered under the bombardment of some terrible spell.
If a normal humanoid creature had not already "stopped being human", it would definitely not be able to survive if it turned into this state.
But not only was he alive, he was far from being in life-threatening condition.
However, the whole person was in excruciating pain under the torture of unknown magic, and kept making heart-wrenching screams and wails.
Unfortunately, no matter how terrifying the cry was, Nicol Bolas was not even slightly moved. Instead, he roared in anger: "Fool! Idiot! Waste! I thought you were a barely useful subordinate.
But what is the result?
You have disappointed me time and time again.
Even such a small matter as seizing the space-time bridge cannot be done properly.
Give me a reason for you to live! Otherwise I will tear you into pieces right now."
There was no doubt that the old dragon was almost going mad, with red mana light flashing in his eyes, symbolizing destruction and ruin.
With just a thought, he could turn this planeswalker who was good at making and using artifacts into a ball of charcoal.
After all, fire magic was the first spell Nicol Bolas learned, and he mastered it when he was still an egg.
After more than 20,000 years of continuous tempering and sublimation, even those dragons that were said to be immune to fire spells would be burned to charcoal in an instant, and even an entire space and time would be completely ignited and turned into a horrific purgatory.
"No! Don't do that! Please let me explain!"
Tezzeret struggled to support himself on one arm and begged loudly.
Although he thought about escaping after failure, he was caught by the old dragon from the dark void before he could put it into action.
"You have three minutes left to live."
Nicol Bolas delivered his final announcement in a voice that was filled with chill.
Realizing that his loyal master was not joking this time, but was serious, Tezzeret suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He suppressed his fear and said, "This failure cannot be blamed entirely on me.
In addition to Jace's annoying flies, Niv-Mizzet and the Izzet League he founded are also involved.
A Storm Planeswalker named Ral Zarek launched a surprise attack while I was concentrating on protecting the Planar Bridge and opening the passage.
His lightning and storm magic was very restraining to my mechanical body, which led to the ultimate failure.
And I can be 100% sure that the Time Bridge is now in Niv-Mizzet's hands.
I will atone for my sins and go to the plane of Ravnica to claim this artifact.
Please give me another chance."
"Niv-Mizzet? That cocky little dragon?"
Nicol Bolas' tone was filled with undisguised contempt and disdain.
Unlike most residents of the Ravnica plane who either respect or worship Niv-Mizzet.
He never took this so-called "Original Ancestor" seriously from the beginning to the end, just like he had ignored the so-called "Dragon Kings" of that time and space when he went to Tarkir.
Because as the direct descendants of the Primordial Dragon, there is an insurmountable gap between the Elder Dragons and other dragons in terms of bloodline and strength.
This gap is like the gap between mortals and gods in the universe where the planet Toril exists.
Whether it is the demigod Iolum who opened the golden age of Netheril civilization, or Karsus who created soul energy and unprecedented twelve-ring spells.
Once they encounter a true God, even if they are just the weakest demigod, they can easily pin the first two to the ground and beat them.
"Yes, that is the founder of the Izzet League.
I swear, if he hadn't intervened, the time bridge would have been opened by now.
Your army of Eternals will also be able to enter Kaladesh and claim that aether-fueled world."
As he spoke, Tezzeret gnashed his teeth, clearly hating Ral Zarek and the forces behind him.
Although he had been frustrated since he followed and pledged allegiance to Nicol Bolas, this failure completely broke his defenses.
After all, if it was a one-on-one head-on battle, with his current strength, he would definitely be able to beat Lal Zarek and make him flee in fear.
The latter merely relied on sneak attacks and storm lightning magic to control the mechanized part of his body.
As long as he is adequately prepared, Tezzeret is confident that he can get back at the place he is in.
"In that case, I'll give you another chance.
Go to Ravnica now and grab the Planar Bridge that belongs to me!
Remember, this is your last chance to make amends.
If you still fail, be prepared to be torn into pieces and thrown into the dark void, becoming food for those terrible void creatures."
As the last word escaped his lips, Nicol Bolas raised his front paw and activated several spell cards.
moment!
Tezzeret's shattered body began to reassemble, and even the damaged metal structures were restored to their original state in a very short time.
The most important thing is that the mental magic that had been tormenting him before completely disappeared, and he could no longer feel any pain.
Tezzeret's eyes flashed with horror as he lowered his head to take a look at the devices on his chest and abdomen that were made of rare and precious magical metals to replace physical organs.
He originally thought that the reason why Nicol Bolas wanted his loyalty was actually because he valued his talent in making and using artifacts.
But the scene just now completely overturned this view.
Tezzeret suddenly discovered that the old dragon's knowledge and skills in artifacts were even far superior to his own.
The restored complex metal devices are the best proof of this.
Only the best and smartest artificers can accomplish this task in a split second.
If it were him, it would take at least several hours or even days to repair his damaged body.
Out of awe for the strong, Tezzeret placed one hand on his chest and bowed deeply, then he activated the power of the spark and disappeared on the spot.
He had only walked for two or three seconds when Nicol Bolas cast his gaze toward the shadowed corner of the cave entrance. He raised the corners of his mouth and said, "How long do you plan to stay there? After watching such a good show for so long, you should come out and talk to me."
Before he finished speaking!
A figure covered in a cloak slowly walked out.
When the hood was taken off, Zuo Si's recognizable face was finally revealed, along with a faint smile on his face.
"When did you find me? I thought my magic and stealth skills should be perfect."
“From the beginning.
After all, no matter how great your spells and stealth skills are, they cannot block the increasingly powerful spark of the planeswalker.
Tell me, you came all the way to this remote place to see me this time. Did you get any valuable information?
If this is about my brother Ugin, then I will make sure you get your due."
Nicol Bolas held his chin on his front paws in a very human pose.
Unlike most dragons that like to crawl on all fours like wild beasts, the elder dragons including him and Wu Jin prefer to stand on their hind legs. They look like a person overall, and their front paws are used more like hands.
Moreover, doing so will not cause any discomfort in the physiological structure, and will not affect either movement or combat.
Zuo Si replied meaningfully: "I'm sorry, I may disappoint you. I didn't come here to get any information about Wu Jin's movements, but to show you something, something you are extremely eager to get."
"Oh? What is it?"
Nicol Bolas asked with interest.
"Of course, it's the Planar Bridge that Tezzeret failed to obtain."
After saying that, Zuo Si raised his hand and showed Lao Long the precious card in his hand that was shining with azure light.
The next second...
A huge space-time bridge appeared out of thin air in the open space, emitting amazing energy in all directions.
You should know that this thing is not just a "door", it is also a terrifyingly powerful weapon.
When it starts to work, anything that stands between the two time and space, whether it is a living thing or an object, will be torn apart in an instant, and then swept into the dark void and completely disappear.
Nicol Bolas's eyes flashed with surprise when he saw this, and he immediately asked, "How did you get it? According to Tezzeret, the Bridge should be in Niv-Mizzet's hands now."
“Through trades, of course.
Have you forgotten my other identity?
In the eyes of Ugin and Niv-Mizzet, I am an ally on their side.
So I used a little trickery to get Ral Zarek to hand over the Bridge.
As I've emphasized before, Tezzeret is just a useless guy who does more harm than good.
He is not worthy or qualified to participate in your grand plan.
I even suspect that he can't understand the meaning behind the War of the Spark, let alone the immortality of the ancient planeswalkers and their god-like power that created the world."
While saying this, Zuo Si deliberately pretended to be excited and fanatical.
Obviously, he was using this method to further win Lao Long's trust and increase his influence in the other's heart.
Only in this way can the probability of being detected in advance when the backstab is finally launched be lowered.
Nicol Bolas couldn't help but burst into laughter.
He felt a strong ambition and desire from the tone of the young man in front of him, just like himself back then.
Zuo Si nodded seriously: "That's right. I am eager to obtain the precious knowledge from you, as well as the spells and methods to sublimate the spark and obtain the power of the ancient mages.
What's more, when you become a real Dragon God, you will also need a qualified assistant to help you get rid of those annoying flies and assist in managing your huge empire, right?
I think I am the best candidate.
So please don't doubt my sincerity, and don't worry about whether I am capable enough.
Because I will prove myself with practical actions in the future."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si transformed the Space-Time Bridge into a card form again and put it away on the spot.
Nicol Bolas's eyes flickered with a strange light, and he raised his front paws and tapped lightly on a rock in front of him.
Just ten seconds later, he suddenly leaned his huge head closer, grinned and revealed a mouthful of sharp fangs, and said: "I can give you what you want, but the prerequisite is that you have to show enough value and strength.
Only the strong are worthy of negotiating terms with me.
The only thing the weak can do is choose between obedience and destruction.
Tell me, do you consider yourself a strong person? "
"The answer is yes. I am a strong person."
After saying that, Zuo Si's body began to expand rapidly and changed into the form of a big devil, releasing the quasi-divine power of the Lord of Hell without reservation.
All of a sudden, the temperature of the entire cave began to rise sharply. The surrounding ground, walls, and rocks above his head melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and eventually turned into boiling magma that gathered at his feet.
Even Nicol Bolas was slightly surprised by the energy that was faintly revealed to be enough to distort space and change the laws of physics.
But as one of the natural disasters that destroyed countless time and space, the old dragon quickly regained his composure, admiring the devil form in front of him that exuded a strong evil aura, and praised with a playful look on his face: "Very good power, even surpassing many gods in time and space.
It seems that I underestimated you before.
You really deserve the title of strong.
At least there is a huge gap between him and other new generation planeswalkers.
I'm a little curious though.
Is this your true self, or did you gain this power in some way?"
Zuo Si responded very straightforwardly: "Of course it's the latter. At the beginning, I was no different from other new generation planeswalkers. I relied on the weak power of the spark to accumulate capital bit by bit to complete the initial transformation."
"Very good. Now I admit that you are qualified to stand beside me and share the victory.
When I become the Dragon God who restores the power of the ancient planeswalkers' spark, I will grant you that spell, giving you the opportunity to become a god above all other planeswalkers.
But the prerequisite is that you must keep a close eye on Wu Jin during this process to ensure that my brother does not cause any disruption to the entire plan.
Of course, in return, I will give you enough magical knowledge to better control those chess pieces and puppets."
With that, Nicol Bolas resumed his previous stance on his hind legs, the Soul Gem between his horns continuously flashing golden light.
“I understand. I am not that loser Tezzeret. I will never let you down.”
Zuo Si placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly to give his assurance.
He understood that from this moment on, his importance in the old dragon's mind surpassed that of other planeswalkers, including Tezzeret.
Perhaps it was because he had gained a capable general, or perhaps it was because the Planar Bridge was recovered. In any case, Nicol Bolas looked very happy. He raised the corner of his mouth and asked in a joking tone: "This time you successfully obtained the Planar Bridge to clean up the mess that was Tezzeret. What kind of reward do you want?"
"If possible, I would like to get some information on how to kill gods or even control them."
Zuo Si pretended to be cautious and put forward his request.
"God? Have you encountered these beings with powerful powers in a certain time and space?"
Hearing about the topic of God, Nico Pola suddenly became interested.
Zuo Si nodded without hesitation: "Yes, and there are a lot of them, and their influence on the material world is also very powerful. I believe that an elder dragon mage like you must have many ways to deal with gods, right?"
"Hahahaha! You finally asked the right person.
In fact, I happen to have some knowledge and magic that can be used to deal with gods, even to turn them into slaves.
Since you are interested in this, I will give it to you.
If you have the chance, I suggest you kill them and turn them into Eternal Evil Spirits.
The god in this form not only retains most of his power in life, but also has the characteristic of immortality. It is an excellent summoned creature and a perfect fighter.
The only downside is that it takes a bit more black mana to summon and drive them.
You could completely change the balance of mana for the entire world by killing all living creatures on one or two planes and then transforming the corpses into undead.
This way you have an endless supply of black mana."
Nicol Bolas laughed and shared his valuable experience.
I have to say, compared to this natural disaster who never treated humans as human beings, Zuo Si felt that he was as kind and harmless as a little white rabbit.
At least he had never been so crazy as to think of killing all living things in a world in order to create an environment and land cards with extremely abundant black mana.
Nor did it directly drain the energy of a certain time and space, leaving behind only a ruined and dying doomsday place.
Compared to this one-time deal, Zuo Si prefers the way of the Baator Hell Devil.
That is to say, people are raised like crops or livestock, and then their souls are harvested one after another.
This method is not only efficient but also long-lasting.
Except for a very few times and places where resources are extremely scarce, once a system is established, it can at least continue to harvest for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.
In addition, the land cards created in this time and space can continue to play a role.
Just as Zuo Si was humbly learning from Nicol Bolas the methods and techniques of how to create the "Eternal Evil", a fierce offensive and defensive battle had just begun in Saradush, far south of the continent of Faerun.
Yagasura, son of Baal and one of the "Five Clans", personally led his legions to surround the most important city in northern Kalimshan.
Countless fire giants wearing heavy armor and holding flaming swords and shields rushed towards the city wall with an unmatched momentum, obviously intending to rush up in one go and kill all those short and fragile humans.
Behind them, there were a large number of super-heavy catapults, which threw dozens of stones weighing several tons into the air at a time, and then smashed them into the city in a parabolic shape.
Every time a stone fell, it would instantly destroy one or several houses, or collapse a small section of the city wall.
Obviously, unlike those stupid and brainless hill giants, fire giants not only have sophisticated equipment, but are also well-trained and disciplined. They are a standard evil and lawful camp.
These guys are generally over 3.6 meters tall, with a chest width of 2.7 meters. They weigh an astonishing three tons and can live up to 350 years.
This means that in their opinion, the six-meter-high walls of most cities do not require ladders and can be climbed over with just a single leap.
What’s even worse is that ordinary human soldiers have no way to deal with the enemy when they are defending.
Even if one was holding a four-meter-long spear or lance, it would be impossible for the fire giant's weapon and arm to have a longer attack range or a wider impact area.
Coupled with the generally high strength attribute of 31 points, a squad of human soldiers can be wiped out with just one sweep.
Moreover, fire giants are very good at forging weapons and armor, so they are not armor-less targets like trolls, but fully armed heavy armored warriors.
Generally, if you want to cause damage with non-magical weapons, you have to rush forward and attack the gaps in the heavy armor at the risk of being beaten into a meat paste. Otherwise, even if you hit it with a warhammer, it is difficult to cause effective damage.
Its amazing physical attributes can effectively ensure the physical consumption of long-term combat.
Therefore, in the continent of Faerun, any town that is attacked by fire giants will most likely fall quickly in a very short period of time.
Because no matter how bravely the defenders resisted, it didn't make much difference to them.
Anyway, as long as you climb over the city wall and swing the giant sword twice, you can clear a street.
But today, the invincible Fire Giant Legion apparently encountered a powerful opponent.
Before they could get close to the city wall, a burning super dragon fell from the sky and smashed down like a meteorite.
boom!!!!!!
Accompanied by bright flames and violent impacts, a whole team of six fire giants were smashed into meat paste on the spot, and died without even having time to scream.
Although the flames will not cause any harm to the fire giant, the physical squeezing effect produced at the moment of impact is real.
The cruel and bloody scene immediately made the other fire giants who were still running stop involuntarily, staring with wide eyes at the flying flesh and broken limbs.
About three or five seconds later, a sturdy man wearing red dragon scale armor slowly stood up from the flames and broken corpses, brandishing a magical sword that emitted a dazzling red light but had a black center, and quickly chopped down all the fire giants around him who had no idea what was happening.
The speed is so fast and the movements are so pleasing to the eye that one might even think that this kind of killing is an art.
Especially the magic sword itself, which easily cut through the heavy armor that was strong enough to withstand heavy crossbows, as if it was not cutting steel plates but soft butter.
In just a few minutes, more than twenty fire giants fell under the sword.
Even though the latter gathered together, brandished their giant swords and rushed forward, trying to use their numbers advantage to kill the intruder who looked like a dragon, the result was that they were all killed, while the opponent was not even killed.
Several head-on collisions not only failed to allow the fire giant, who thought he had an advantage in strength, to gain an advantage, but instead he was crushed by the opponent.
The sturdy man easily parried the swings of their hands with just one hand, and then used the terrifying high temperature of the red sword in his hand to easily cut the giant sword in the middle, and then stabbed it into the heart with a backhand strike, or jumped up and chopped off the head from the neck.
Needless to say, this intruder wearing red scale armor is the Flame Dragon Knight Davian.
Although the fire giant is immune to fire magic, his most powerful dragon breath and fire magic are useless.
But relying solely on the suppression of basic attributes and superb swordsmanship, he still performed with ease.
The [Burning Death Sword] in his hand is the nemesis of all metal weapons and armor.
Its ultra-high temperature properties can easily melt seemingly hard steel.
Moreover, if it hits, it can inject terrible death force into the target's body, causing it to die instantly due to severe injuries, even the fire giant with strong vitality is no exception.
Before long, the area where Davian was standing was densely packed with the mutilated corpses of fire giants.
After seeing this scene, the fire giants that followed stopped and showed expressions of shock and fear, and dared not continue to charge towards the city walls and gates.
"Damn it! Why did you stop? Didn't I tell you to charge into the city in one go?"
Just when everyone was hesitating, a taller and stronger fire giant came from behind.
He looked to be at least four meters tall. Not only was he wearing a full body armor that exuded a powerful magical aura, but he also held two war hammers in his hands, one large and one small.
One of the hammers had conspicuous magic runes engraved on it, and it was obviously a rune hammer forged by divine power, with an enchantment level of at least +4.
Although the other one is slightly inferior, it is also a +3 magic weapon.
"Yagasula! Look! He killed so many of us!"
A fire giant warrior responded, pointing at the large number of mutilated corpses on the ground.
moment!
The pupils of the fire giant leader named Yagasura suddenly dilated, and his original angry and annoyed expression instantly turned into alertness. He raised his head and asked, "Who are you? Why are you blocking our progress?"
"My name is Davian, and I am here to help defend Saradush on the orders of my master."
The Flame Dragon Knight gave his name very straightforwardly.
Because with one public event after another, his identity has long been no secret in the eyes of many well-informed forces, and there is no need to conceal it.
"Davian! Are you one of the most powerful assistants around the Emperor of the West Coast Empire?"
Yagasula subconsciously tightened the weapon in his hand, and his mental state tensed up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It is not difficult to see from this reaction that although he has heard of the name, he has only heard of it in dragon form and did not know that the other party could also transform into human form.
Davian replied calmly, “Yes, that’s me.
But there is one thing that needs to be corrected.
That is, next to my master, I am not the strongest, not even one of the strongest.
And you made a mistake by attempting to attack the city ruled by your master and kill the civilians he protected.
This is an unforgivable crime.
You will pay for this with your blood and your life."
"Hmph! Then let's see who can kill whom!"
Yagasura was obviously very confident in his own strength. He activated his violent ability and rushed forward, swinging his two war hammers to launch a violent attack.
Especially for large rune hammers, it may take a lot of effort for human warriors to just lift it.
But in the hands of this powerful son of Baal, it seemed to have no weight at all, and even produced an afterimage due to the fast attack speed.
From his indomitable momentum, it was easy to tell that he was a warrior by profession, and a legendary barbarian or berserker, a talented player who fought with wild instincts.
But Davian is obviously not a pushover.
After acquiring the exclusive profession of [Advanced Dragon], the age of his dragon bloodline can break through the ancient limit. Every time a certain level is reached, the basic attributes, vitality and the natural warlock-like spellcasting level will continue to increase.
Now we have already stood at the critical point of "ordinary things".
Coupled with the power of the Prince of Fire Element, he possesses explosive power that ordinary people cannot even imagine.
All of Yagasura's violent attacks were blocked by Davian with his dragon scale shield and the Blazing Death Sword.
Moreover, he seemed to be able to do it with ease, with no sign of suffering any disadvantage in terms of strength.
"This...how is this possible!?"
The fire giant watching on the side was stunned.
The reason why they obeyed the leadership of Yagasura was because the offspring of the god of murder, Baal, possessed a powerful force that other fire giants could not resist, and he eventually defeated everyone and ascended to the position of leader.
But now, the power and violent attack that he was most proud of were intercepted without any error.
You know, even the giant dragons living in the marching mountains can never do this.
Just when the battlefield was completely silent, with only the roar of hammers, shields and swords colliding, Davian finally seized the opportunity of the opponent's attack, dodged the sweep of the rune hammer in a dangerous way, rushed forward with a quick step, and thrust the Blazing Death Sword into the enemy's chest at lightning speed.
Swish!!! The terrifying high temperature on the sword blade immediately caused the originally solid surface of the magic armor to begin to melt.
Coupled with his own strength attribute of over 65 points, he managed to insert the entire sword, leaving only a section of the hilt outside.
The black mana contained in the Blazing Death Sword surged into Yagasura's body like a tide, causing his wounds and face to appear a gray and decayed color.
If it were any normal fire giant, he would be 100% dead.
But what made Davian feel unbelievable was that this Son of Bhaal, even though his vital parts were completely pierced, he still managed to swing his hammer again and smash it on the shield with a bang, forcing himself back.
Then he threw away a hammer, grasped the hilt of the sword, and slowly pulled out the sword.
The moment the Blazing Death Sword was thrown to the ground, he saw an extremely incredible scene.
That is, the chest of the fire giant leader is empty, and there is no heart, which is the most important thing for a living thing.
And in less than a second, the huge wound and the charred marks completely disappeared.
"Hey! Unexpected, right?
I, Yagasura, possess an immortal body!
Whether you chop off my head, pierce my chest, dig out my internal organs, or even mince me into mincemeat...
I can stand in front of you intact again and again.
When you start to lose strength and feel tired, I will smash your head and win the final victory.
The great Yagasura is destined to be the winner of this battle for the Blood Throne!
All of you are just stepping stones on my road to godhood.
Only I, and only I, am qualified to be the new God of Murder."
The fire giant leader raised his chin and proudly declared victory.
(End of this chapter)