Under the influence of the terrifying dragon breath spewed out by several heads, Munozdo's body quickly collapsed and disintegrated, and finally only a small piece of translucent crystal emitting a dim light remained, and hourglass-shaped patterns of varying sizes could be vaguely seen on the surface.

This is the essence of his vitality, soul and residual time power, and can also be regarded as a residue similar to ashes.

From this moment on, both the Bronze Dragon and the Eternal Dragon completely lost the ability to control time.

Countless parties that were still fighting in the torrent of time in the previous second were shocked to find that they had been forcibly driven out in the next second, and completely lost the power to control time and travel freely through various chaotic timelines.

Obviously, whether it is a bronze dragon or an eternal dragon, the source of its ability to control time is Nozdormu or Murozdor, the guardian dragon.

Once they lose their Titan power, their offspring and populations will quickly transform into ordinary dragons.

Even the time flow above the Cave of Time, which looked both spectacular and strange, was converging towards the deepest part at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally all poured into the dragon head that had just grown out of Zuo Si.

Needless to say, he has now completely replaced the Bronze Dragon King and the Eternal Dragon King and become the sole controller of the power of time on the entire planet Azeroth.

Billions of chaotic time fragments that are merging and disappearing keep flashing before your eyes, until they converge into a unique and stable timeline.

Unless Aman'thul, the father of the gods of the Titan Pantheon, comes in person, no external force can affect the stability of this unique timeline.

Feeling the power of being able to peek into the past and the future through the torrent of time, Zuo Si suddenly raised his head and asked Nozdormu: "So this is the reason why all timelines merge together? Since I have gained the power of time at this moment, neither you nor M'Nozdormu can change the impact I caused in the past?"

“No, great Lord Soth.

This is not a simple cause and effect relationship, but a more complex existential issue.

As long as there is no force that can defeat or prevent you from entering this universe, you will inevitably obtain the power of the Titans from me and Mrozdó, and eventually become the controller of time in Azeroth.

But among the countless possibilities for the future, I did not see the emergence of this force.

That means that what is happening now is bound to happen, and there is no way to interfere by reversing a certain node on the timeline.

So I chose to submit to my fate and let go of the heavy responsibilities and pain I had been carrying.

The other fallen me chose to fight, trying to use the power of time to regain control of my own destiny.

That's why I'm still alive and he's dead."

While saying this, the Bronze Dragon King looked at his fallen self who had turned into a piece of crystal, and there was a hint of sadness in his tone.

He had foreseen all this would happen a long time ago, but was powerless to change or stop it, just like he could only watch those catastrophic tragedies in Azeroth's history happen and could do nothing.

Because every rash interference will lead to a series of new problems and new troubles.

For example, if Arthas was stopped from completing the massacre of Stratholme, then Jaina would take up Frostmourne in place of her prince and become an even more terrifying Lich King.

For example, if we prevent Neltharion from obtaining the power of the Titans in advance and thus avoid the birth of Deathwing, then in the later timeline, the local coalition will be defeated in the War of the Ancients due to the lack of the "Dragon Soul", and the Burning Legion will completely distort the star-soul of Azeroth into a second Argus.

This is why bronze dragons are different from other guardian dragons and always live in seclusion.

Because they are afraid that being too close to mortals will lead to the loss of their most important absolute neutrality, they can't help but want to change history at certain critical moments.

Therefore, the bronze dragon is the most indifferent guardian dragon.

They watched helplessly as the rebellious black dragonflight launched a brutal massacre on the blue dragonflight, and watched as Malygos fell completely into grief and madness, and was eventually killed by the mages of Dalaran and the red dragonflight.

Similarly, they watched helplessly as the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza was enslaved by the orcs, and that she constantly sent her offspring hatched from dragon eggs to the battlefield to fight against the Alliance, and then they were shot down by various long-range weapons and turned into burning corpses.

What's even more cruel is that Nozdormu has always known that at some point in the future he will go completely crazy and turn into Murozono, but he can't change this outcome at all.

Sometimes he even wondered whether the power he had obtained was a blessing from the Titan Guardian or a terrible curse.

But now, the Bronze Dragon King is finally free. He no longer needs to worry about the future of this world, nor does he need to worry about future scenes filled with darkness and destruction.

You can fly in the sky as you please and enjoy the breeze blowing across your cheeks, or you can hunt your favorite woolly rhinoceros or mammoth and fill your hungry appetite with the delicious and juicy meat.

You know, ever since he gained the power to control time, he can't remember when was the last time he flew freely.

As the saying goes, contentment brings happiness.

At this moment, Nozdormu had obviously gained enlightenment and figured out everything.

Zuo Si obviously noticed this and couldn't help but asked with a smile: "Then what do you want, or what kind of power do you want? As a reward for your cooperation, I can fulfill it immediately as long as it's not too outrageous."

Nozdormu shook his head slightly. "No, I don't need anything. Thank you for your kindness. If you don't mind, could you please ask the children outside to stop this meaningless fight? You know, they have already paid a lot of sacrifices for this."

"Of course."

As he spoke, Zuo Si waved to Milok, who had been resting in the dark not far away.

The latter, who was still in dwarf form, hurriedly ran up on his short legs and asked nervously, "Master, do you have any instructions?"

It was not difficult to tell from the tense expression on her face how great a psychological impact Munozdo's death had on her.

You have to know that he is the King of Eternal Dragons! He once fought fiercely with the Bronze Dragon Legion in thousands of timelines, and even won the dominance and control over almost half of the timelines.

But now he was being crushed to death as easily as an ant, without any ability to resist from beginning to end.

Although Milok had already known about this incident from a fragment of time, he was still shocked after witnessing it with his own eyes, and at the same time felt a strong sense of awe and fear for this new master.

Especially the creepy huge dragon heads in the dragon form, each of which contains terrifying power.

"Relax."

Zuo Si calmed the nervous little guy, raised his front paws, brought the crystal emitting dim fluorescence to Milok and crushed it gently.

Snap! With a crisp sound echoing in the cave, Milok instantly switched from dwarf form to eternal dragon form uncontrollably, and quickly absorbed the overflowing energy, and his body expanded several times in size.

Especially the horns and claws on the forehead, which showed a bright light very similar to that of Mnozdo.

The time ability that had originally disappeared was restored in an instant.

Before Milok could react to what was happening, he heard Zuo Si's whisper in his ears.

"From this moment on, you are the new King of the Eternal Dragons. Now go and end this war about time, and have all the Eternal Dragons report to the Sunwell."

"As you wish..."

Mirok bowed deeply to his master, then leaped out from the bottom of the Caverns of Time. He used the power of time at his disposal to separate the eternal dragons and bronze dragons that were fighting each other, and sent back the allies he had recruited from other time fragments.

After a while, the battles in every corner of the Caverns of Time came to an end.

Finally, the Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu also appeared and announced the end of his mission to his descendants. From now on, they can live freely without having to bear any responsibilities.

Although this breaking news made the bronze dragons feel empty and at a loss at first, they soon began to fly away from the Caverns of Time in groups, intending to find an uninhabited island or deep mountain to resettle their home.

The Eternal Dragon Legion, led by their new queen, Mirok, crossed the Endless Sea and headed straight to the Island of Quel'Danas to report for duty.

After the Blue Dragon and Red Dragon Legions, Zuo Si also successfully dealt with the Bronze Dragon and Eternal Dragon Legions.

Now all he needs are the Green Dragon Legion that has not made any moves yet and the Black Dragon Legion that is still doing things in secret, and then he will be able to completely deal with all the guardian dragons.

But this kind of thing obviously cannot be rushed.

After all, the green dragons are busy fighting against the invasion of Xavius, the Nightmare Lord, and Deathwing is hiding at the suggestion of the Old Gods.

Although Zuo Si can use the time power he just acquired to go directly to specific nodes and root out these evils one by one.

But he did not choose to do so, instead he planned to let the residents of Azeroth handle it themselves.

You know, this is an important process for cultivating star soul consciousness and personality.

If we interfere too much, it may cause the awakening of the Star Soul to be significantly delayed, or some terrible defects may appear in the character after awakening.

This is not the result Zuo Si wanted to see.

He used the power of time very carefully to peer into the future, constantly adjusting his strategy and casting the life magic he learned from Sorin Markov to influence the star souls, ensuring that the final result was exactly as he expected.

For this purpose, a table was also developed to record all key time nodes.

After doing all this, Zuo Si temporarily left the universe where Azeroth was located and appeared in the central tower of the Mutahal floating city controlled by the diary.

Having just completed the cross-time and space transmission, the first thing he saw was all kinds of absurd scenes that were disgusting to the eyes.

The library, which was originally filled with precious books, has now been converted into a semi-open-air sky swimming pool. Thousands of women in different styles of swimsuits are gathered together, swimming, enjoying wine and food, or hugging each other for intimate interactions.

Looking down through the protruding rooftop, in addition to the magic crystal towers standing all over the city, the streets are filled with women dressed sexy.

Among them there are vampires and ghosts who have been transformed into undead, cyborgs who have been completely transformed by the oil but still retain their beautiful appearance, and even humans, elves, angels, demons, devils, beast-eared girls and other rare races who came from nowhere...

Anyway, there is not a single thing that can be called "public" in the entire floating city.

Even the animals that were not sure whether to be combat units or pets were all female.

It must be said that this sight of all the singing and dancing of birds really made Zuo Si a little overwhelmed.

Although he had long known that the Diary guy was not a human being, he never expected that he would be so inhumane to this extent, completely treating this floating city as his own harem.

Judging from the numbers, there are at least hundreds of thousands of them.

Some of them were clearly under the influence of charm and mind-control magic.

There are countless enjoyment facilities and extravagant entertainment venues everywhere, which are not inferior to the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Baator Hell.

What does extravagance mean?

Just look at the current scene of Mutahar's floating city and you will know.

The combat platforms and long-range firepower delivery weapons that were originally placed around the city were also hidden by the deformed mechanical structures given during the oil-burning process.

Unless you enter combat mode, you can't see it at all.

Just when Zuo Sixiang was about to read Shuoyou's records to see what kind of crazy things this bastard had done behind his back, the latter instantly teleported back through the huge transmission network formed by the Magic Crystal Tower and greeted him with a grin.

"Hey! Isn't this my wise and mighty master? What brings you here today? Do you want me to gather hundreds of beauties to hold a grand welcoming ceremony?"

"Stop being so glib! Could you explain to me what's going on, please?"

Zuo Si's mouth twitched as he pointed at the swimming pool and the groups of women on the street and asked.

This is fucking exaggerated! You have to know that the number of concubines of the most foolish and lustful emperors in ancient times, including ordinary palace maids, was no more than 30,000.

But here it has more than doubled tenfold.

"Ah! You are talking about them.

Some of them were defeated captives, and some were nobles, queens, concubines, and princesses who were enslaved after their country was destroyed.

Anyway, they are basically weak women who have lost their support and ability to live.

I took them in with reluctance because I felt sorry for them.

Otherwise, you should know what fate awaits these women.

In addition, there may be some adventurers and mercenaries who do not want to live on the edge of a knife and take the initiative to surrender, as well as thieves, robbers, swindlers, and killers who are wanted and caught by me.

Don't worry, I promise I didn't cross any line."

The diary gave an explanation with a smug look on its face.

Even as he spoke he blew kisses to the women who were standing by the pool wearing nothing but strings or bits of fabric.

This made Zuo Si hold his forehead and sigh involuntarily: "Alas - maybe creating you was a mistake, a huge and unforgivable mistake. Every time I see you, I feel that my bottom line has been refreshed, and an indescribable sense of shame surges from the bottom of my heart."

But the diary curled its lips nonchalantly: "Shame? That's right. Anyone will inevitably feel embarrassed when they see that they have no sense of propriety or shame. But you can't deny that I am a part of you, a magnified embodiment of your subconscious and desires. What's more, I have done a lot for you."

"I have never denied this point. But could you please restrain yourself a little? Look at this floating city, you are almost turning it into a super den of pleasure." Zuo Si complained unhappily.

"Hehe! Don't underestimate the Mutahar floating city. Its current appearance is just a disguise. Once it enters a state of war, it will soon transform into the most powerful magic fortress."

After that, the diary raised its hand and snapped its fingers.

moment!

A shrill sirens began to echo over the city.

The women who were playing, fighting, shopping and enjoying a good life in the last second, began to rush into the nearest underground entrance at a very fast speed in the next second, and soon turned into fully armed fighters.

Those entertainment venues also disappeared in a very short period of time as large-scale mechanical structures were deformed. They were replaced by electromagnetic cannons of varying sizes, magic heavy artillery, and organized legions of mechanical undead and constructs.

The crystal clear magic crystal towers began to release the energy they stored in their daily lives, preparing to open the door to the other dimension and summon other creatures to fight.

There is no doubt that Mutahar's combat power is definitely stronger than those fel warships that have been fully transformed by the spark oil, and it can also sail in the cold outer space like the fel warships.

"Well, are you satisfied now?" the diary asked with a little pride.

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Well, it seems pretty good, it should barely meet my requirements."

"What do you want?"

The diary keenly captured a key word.

Since he was originally a magical creation condensed from Zuo Si's memories and thoughts, he knows his creator far better than outsiders.

"Yes. I plan to build a trans-dimensional beacon tower in the Mutahar floating city to launch various knowledge and information to the entire multiverse."

Zuo Si directly stated the purpose of his trip.

After hearing this, the diary opened its eyes wide in shock. After a full minute, it asked in an uncertain tone: "You want to send information directly to thousands of time and space at the same time, and then make the Mutahar floating city a transmission transit station to receive the signal?

This is simply too crazy! Aren't you afraid of the backlash of the Dark Forest Law? Once a super civilization in a certain time and space has powerful technology and magic power, or there is a planeswalker who ignites a spark, then they can directly follow the signal and come over.

A big war will inevitably be fought then."

"Then let's fight! Do I think I'm afraid of war after having come this far from a mere magic apprentice? Now I not only control New Phyrexia and Shining Oil in Mirrodin, but also have the demon army in Baator and the physical universe where half of Azeroth is located as support.

In addition, many powerful gods are my close allies.

The ones who should be afraid are not me, but the worlds that receive the signal and expose their own spatial coordinates.

Because from the moment of contact, their fate is in my hands."

While saying this, Zuo Si raised his gloved hand and made a fist, emitting a terrifying aura and sense of oppression from his whole body.

Upon seeing this, the diary could not help but curse in a low voice: "Damn it! Why is it the Mutahar Floating City? Wouldn't it be better to put it in the Plantia Floating City?

There is also the Fourth Disaster, which has expanded to millions and can escort your plans at any time.

You have to know that after a period of baptism, the average level of those players has basically crossed the legendary threshold, and the population of non-human intelligent creatures in the world has dropped by almost two-thirds.

The very few remaining forces even regard him as a devil in human skin.

Because when they get angry, they don’t care about their own life or death, nor do they care about the life or death of others. "

"Oh? How is the situation over there now? Is there any progress in the investigation and research on the origin of magic?"

Zuo Si asked curiously.

Since he had been busy with other things recently, he had been leaving the Fourth Calamity, whom he recruited, alone, and had no idea what was happening in this world that was given full responsibility to his ally Shane VII.

The diary explained with a wry smile, “There has been some progress, but not much.

After you left last time, Shane VII used the chaos and turmoil created by the Great Tomb of Nazarick to set a trap and successfully captured the Platinum Dragon King and his companions.

Through the dissection of this true dragon king and a series of crazy tests, it can be basically confirmed that the origin of magic is related to the soul.

Shane VII separated the soul of the Platinum Dragon King and used it with dragon horns and necromancy to create an evil artifact of astonishing power.

Using this artifact, he can release the original magic mastered by the other party.

As for the specific situation, you should find an opportunity to ask him directly.

Anyway, this half-lich believes that once he fully masters this interesting magic, he can even transform himself from the dead state back into a living person, or into any form such as a dragon.

And this transformation is not only physical, but also includes the essence of the soul."

"It sounds pretty good. Although it's not very useful to me now, it's still quite good as an auxiliary means." Zuo Si commented with interest.

Because compared to the several cosmic-level Titan souls imprisoned on the planet Argus and the strongest dark Titan Sargeras, the power of a mere world has become insignificant.

To be precise, even the high-level guardians created by the Titans and those assistants without a fixed form - the Star Saints, can easily destroy a planet that does not give birth to star souls.

"Don't you think that your power has been expanding too quickly recently?" The diary couldn't help but remind you.

Zuo Si answered nonchalantly: “There is nothing we can do about it.

You should know that with the Planar Bridge in my possession, the day when Nicol Bolas would launch the War of the Spark is drawing near.

And I just recently learned that the spirit dragon Wujin's planeswalker ability is to use the dark void to transform matter and energy into each other.

In other words, as long as he is willing, he can obtain endless energy for his own use at any time.

But even so, this guy was still killed twice by his brother Nicol Bolas.

Apart from the unlikely possibility of intentional death, it only proves that Nicol Bolas is far more powerful than imagined.

So I must also acquire strength that is at least comparable to theirs."

"What? Ugin's planeswalker power is to freely transform matter and energy? Are you kidding me! This is like dancing on Einstein's coffin!"

The diary was filled with an expression of disbelief.

"Are you kidding? You think I would joke about something like this?"

Zuo Si asked back as he raised his hands, taking a huge risk to connect his planeswalker spark with the dark void.

The next second...

The gold coin in one of his palms disappeared out of thin air.

Immediately afterwards, a huge amount of energy that cannot be described in words quickly surged out from the other hand, directly causing a devastating explosion in the sky above his head.

The white light produced at the moment of the explosion even eclipsed the sun.

The shock wave alone tore a hole in the entire atmosphere.

The heavy clouds created waves of spectacular scenery.

The deafening noise frightened the civilians on the ground so much that they collapsed to the ground, their faces filled with fear and despair.

Fortunately, this energy explosion came and went quickly.

Once all the released energy is exhausted, everything will quickly return to normal.

Only the diary, which knew the power of this, swallowed its saliva subconsciously and asked with a trembling voice: "This... is this the energy released after the annihilation of more than ten grams of matter in that gold coin? Equivalent to an antimatter bomb of the same weight?"

Zuo Si nodded solemnly, "That's right.

Mass is energy. I couldn’t believe that the physics I learned before would come in handy at a time like this.

Can you imagine what would happen if you threw all the matter in the world or even half of the universe into the dark void and then converted it all into energy?

That kind of devastating destructive power can kill any god and completely crush all so-called rules!

And this is the ability possessed by the spiritual dragon Wu Jin.

Now I have only just begun to figure out the tricks.”

"Well, I think I understand why you suddenly have such a strong desire for power. If even Ugin has such power, then you really need to become stronger."

There was a rare sense of crisis and urgency in Diary's eyes.

After all, he and his master are an inseparable whole.

If the latter were to be defeated or die in the War of the Spark, he would not be able to escape unscathed, and all this wonderful life in which he could indulge his desires would disappear with him.

"I need you to build this in the Mutahar floating city within a month."

Zuo Si directly took out a metal disc from his arms.

Although it is only the size of a cup mouth, it uses Titan technology and its capacity is equivalent to the total of millions of big data storage centers added together.

After all, this thing can record the entire ecological evolution of the planet Azeroth for tens of thousands of years.

The diary had obviously already known about these technologies through Shuoyou, and it immediately took it and plugged it into the interface of a machine drilled out of the ground next to it.

In a flash!

A huge spire-like building was projected between the two people.

Judging from the marked data, its height must be at least two thousand meters, the main body must be forged from magical metal, and a total of up to one million enchantments are required from bottom to top.

The horrific cost investment alone is enough to exhaust the scarce resources of several planets with not very abundant magical power.

But this is just the basics.

The entire signal tower requires two planeswalker sparks when activated.

One is used as a lamp to illuminate the dark void, while the other is used as a fire to ignite it.

This means that a precious spark needs to be consumed permanently.

Such a generous gesture, even the diary, which has always been a bit unreliable, felt the owner's unshakable determination.

After a long silence, he raised his head and assured firmly: "Okay! One month is one month! In thirty days you will see it standing in the center of the floating city of Mutahar."

Zuo Si showed satisfaction on his face. "Very good! Don't worry about the resources consumed by this trans-dimensional beacon tower. I will have Jinji Tower send them to you continuously. If you can complete the task on time, I will consider allowing you to go to some worlds that we are all familiar with to carry out the task."

"for example?"

Diary's eyes lit up instantly and he licked his lips in a very obscene manner.

"Think about it slowly. Anyway, the Trans-dimensional Beacon will be standing on your territory by then, and you can manipulate it to find and search for the worlds you want to go to. But be careful not to get killed. I don't want to have to clean up the mess for you when the time comes."

After saying that, Zuo Si ignored the diary's protest, and his whole body instantly started sparking and disappeared on the spot.

With the Trans-Dimensional Beacon Tower being put on the agenda, he could already foresee how busy he would be in the future, so he planned to return to the continent of Faerun to deal with all the things that needed to be dealt with.

…

At the same time, far away in the time and space of Theros.

Xenagos, who had just been promoted to the God of Pleasure, was being bewitched by a hell-demon who called himself Arkins, and was trying to subvert the foundations of faith of those high and mighty gods.

With the magic recorded in the Pink Book and the instinct for reproduction engraved in the genes of mortals, the residents of a large number of city-states throughout the world inevitably began to fall into the frenzy of indulgence and were unable to extricate themselves.

After all, this world is originally filled with an open atmosphere similar to that of the ancient Greek mythology era. There are not too many restrictions on love between men and women, and even same-sex relationships can be widely accepted and recognized by society.

The number of people who accept both genders could even account for one-fifth or more of the total population.

In addition, Xenagos was the first example of a mortal being deified in the time and space of Theros, so he was quickly sought after by countless ambitious people.

Those in power who longed for immortality even ignored the opposition of priests of other gods and openly declared themselves to be believers of the God of Pleasure, trying to please Xenagos in this way so as to obtain the specific method of becoming a mortal god.

If it were in the past, Xenagos would certainly not have shared such a secret with others.

But after analyzing it with the Hell Demon Alkins, he suddenly realized that spreading this secret would bring far more benefits than keeping it to himself.

Because once the mortals of the time and space of Theros know the secret of becoming a god, a large number of mortal gods will inevitably be born in the future, and then they will form a confrontation with the original gods of Heliod.

At that time, he could legitimately become the leader of mortal gods and no longer have to worry about being beaten up.

If the order established by the original gods could be completely overthrown to usher in an era of mortal gods, then as the founder of all this, Xenagos would inevitably become the king of gods.

At the thought of obtaining the supreme authority to rule over everything in the world, Xenagos felt extremely excited in his heart. He continuously consumed his divine power to cast pink magic on the residents of the city-state below who were reveling, allowing them to vent all the desires in their subconscious minds, thereby consolidating his own power.

After he finished all this, he turned around and asked the Hell Devil standing beside him with a smile: "How is it? I, the God of Pleasure, did a good job, right?"

"Of course! You are simply a model among gods and you have faithfully performed your duties. I believe that it won't be long before your power reaches the level of Heliod, the sun god." Alkins grinned and complimented.

As a devil standing at the highest level on the road to hell's promotion, he knows better than anyone that if he wants to do his job better, he must first use all kinds of sweet words and horses to please the other party.

So it's usually quite pleasant to work with the devil on something.

Especially when your status and importance are far higher than him, devils often show their extremely high emotional intelligence and social skills.

However, Xenagos obviously didn't know this. He thought that this powerful devil had been completely dormant by his charm, and a smug smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Well said! That bastard Heliod actually tried to unite with other gods to kill me. When I have power comparable to his, I will make him pay a heavy price for it."

"Of course! After all, you are going to be the great king of the gods.

Even the sun pales in comparison to you.

But I suggest you be careful of the female knight named Elspeth.

She appears to possess a very special power, and a weapon that is dangerous enough to threaten you."

The Hell Demon reminded cautiously.

But Xenagos curled his lips in disdain: "You don't need to worry.

Elspeth is just a humble planeswalker.

The power she possesses is simply not comparable to mine.

What's more, Heliod had developed a dislike for her because of the failure of the last mission, and it was said that he was sending people to hunt down her and the lion.

Most importantly, they cannot enter the Realm of Nyx without the guidance of the gods."

The other party in front of him refused to listen to his advice at all, so the Hell Demon decisively ended the conversation, lowered his head slightly and remained silent.

Through observation and intelligence gathering during this period, he discovered that the gods of this world were simply too weak and could not be compared with the gods he had previously calculated.

Of course, the weakness here does not refer to strength, but to character and thought.

Perhaps because they have never felt any threat from the outside, the greatest characteristic of the gods of Theros is their extreme arrogance and conceit.

They never took the mortals who provided them with faith seriously, and they were also incompetent in fulfilling their duties.

Fights between them often ended in the destruction of a city-state.

Mortals' feelings toward the gods are more out of fear of destruction than faith and gratitude.

In this respect, it is very similar to the furious gods of Toril.

Therefore, the Devil of Hell formulated a series of strategies. First, they allowed more ambitious and eager mortals to obtain the secret of deification in this time and space, and then stimulated the chaotic and evil nature in Xenagos's bones, causing him to constantly provoke the proud and conceited main gods like Heliod, the sun god.

In this case, fierce conflict or even war between the two sides becomes inevitable.

What he had to do was to hide behind the scenes and record everything he saw, and then send it back to the lord he was loyal to - Zuo Si.

If the latter allowed it, this hellish demon wouldn't mind re-enacting the great battle of gods that he had caused in another dimension.

Anyway, the more gods die in this world, the easier it will be for the devils to infiltrate and control it.

If you're lucky, you might even be able to create a few of the devil's own gods.

After all, the rule of the plane of Theros is that as long as mortals believe that you are a god, then you are a god, even if you are not.

Therefore, it is not difficult for the devil to be deified here.

Just as the Hell Demon narrowed his eyes and pondered what to do next, a commotion suddenly came from a distance.

Then he saw Elspeth, dressed in white armor and holding a holy sword, rushing towards him from a distance at an extremely fast speed, her eyes filled with naked and undisguised anger.

"Xenagos!!!! Today is the day you die!"

"Ah! Look who's here. Isn't this the poor little dog abandoned by Heliod? Why, do you want to vent all your anger on me?"

Xenagos swung his huge hand violently, swatting the charging Elspeth away like a bug.

You have to know that the gods of the time and space of Theros are all super giant creatures, and their size can even compete with the Eldrazi Titans.

So when they appear, the entire city-state will be shrouded by their huge figure.

As for a person, in terms of proportion, he may not even be considered an ant.

However, compared to Xenagos's arrogance, the Hellfire is very cautious.

Because he knew that the lord he was loyal to, Zuo Si, was a planeswalker, so he was very wary of these life forms that possessed sparks and were between mortals and transcendents.

(End of this chapter)