Clang! With the crisp sound of weapons colliding and golden sparks flying everywhere, the two gravel swords that appeared out of thin air in Nahiri's hands collided fiercely with the sharp sword burning with black flames in Graya's hand.

"Ma'am, what do you mean by this?"

The Dark Prince subconsciously frowned and questioned.

As a rational person, he obviously did not understand or comprehend why the other party would attack him when they first met.

"Haha, didn't your father tell you? Is this how I say hello?"

Nahiri grinned, a slightly excited smile.

"A way of saying hello?"

Graya couldn't understand the train of thought of this obviously crazy woman in front of him.

Nahiri nodded without hesitation: "That's right! When I first met your father, we also got to know each other through the swords in our hands.

Although he was still a little immature at that time, I have to say that it was indeed a very pleasant exchange, and it also established our alliance.

In my opinion, this world is full of lies, deception, disguise and betrayal.

But there is one thing that will not lie, and that is the sword in your hand.

Because when faced with a threat that is fatal, a person will inevitably reveal his truest thoughts.

So now please use the sword in your hand to establish a trust relationship with me.

After all, we are going to be allies fighting side by side, right?"

"So you just want to fight me out of sheer willfulness?"

The corner of Graya's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably, and it was obvious that he didn't believe a word of the nonsense just now.

In his opinion, this senior planeswalker who was much older than his father was essentially a lunatic who was mentally and psychologically abnormal like Isadora.

However, the Lithomancer Nahiri doesn't seem to be completely crazy yet, and still maintains some rationality and complete thinking logic.

As for Isadora...

The Dark Prince felt that no one except his father could truly control this chaotic woman who was completely caught up in uncertainty and randomness.

"It doesn't matter how you interpret it. You can't avoid this battle anyway."

After saying that, Nahiri used her most proficient gravel magic to raise a stone pillar under her feet, then leaped over Graya's head and attacked his back at an extremely tricky angle.

Her unique and agile body movements and swordsmanship that allowed her to find the point of force at any time made the Dark Prince flustered in just a few seconds.

Despite being a quasi-divine power, Graya naturally possesses many very powerful close combat feats.

He can even give himself the level of a legendary warrior as needed, and can also make predictions in advance with magic and powerful perception.

But in front of Nahiri, these things that can easily crush mortals are of no use at all.

Because the opponent's BUG-level sealing ability attached to the rock blocked all abilities related to foresight and perception without a single leak.

As for the warrior level and a large number of melee expertise, the role they can play under that three-dimensional, all-round attack with no blind spots is very limited.

At this moment, Graya finally realized the value of the title of "Ancient Planeswalker" and regretted very much that he had not followed Zuo Si to seriously learn swordsmanship.

Otherwise, he would never be suppressed so badly now.

You have to know that when fighting a sword duel with Nahiri, you not only need to be on guard against the two gravel swords, but also be on guard at all times and never be touched by them directly.

Otherwise, he would end up like Sorin Markov, being sealed and imprisoned and turned into a famous tourist attraction for people to visit - Sorin Rock.

[Damn it! Shar, I need your help! ]

After being nearly stabbed through several times in a row, the Prince of Darkness felt that he could no longer bear it and began to ask the Goddess of Night for help.

You have to know that today's Lithomancer is not the same as when he was just released from the Vault many years ago.

With Zuo Si's help, she also greatly strengthened herself through many methods.

In addition, its spark properties can seal all energy and abilities, so the more you rely on magic and quasi-divine powers, the easier it is to be restrained by it.

[Sorry, I can't help you now. After all, you only opened a small gap for me, and my divine power cannot be transmitted through such a small gap.]

Shar pretended to be helpless, but her voice revealed naked and undisguised gloating.

After all, it is rare to see Graya being humiliated.

What's more, she could sense that Nahiri had neither hostility nor murderous intent, so even if she lost it wouldn't be a big deal.

[I will release you from the restrictions! Stop talking nonsense! Give me your divine power! ]

Even as he was speaking, a cut suddenly appeared on the pale and handsome face of the Dark Prince, and dark red blood dripped down his cheek into the soil at his feet.

moment!

An extremely thick black color began to spread around with the feet as the center.

Even the sky seemed to be covered with a thin layer of black gauze.

"This is?!!"

Such a strange phenomenon undoubtedly surprised Nahiri.

But Graya had no intention of explaining. Instead, with the help of Shar's power, he completely merged with the darkness.

Before the other party could react, he completely disappeared from sight.

The next second...

Nahiri suddenly felt a chill coming from behind her, and subconsciously turned around to parry with the gravel sword in her hand.

Boom! A ball of burning black flame rushed over at lightning speed.

The enormous force contained in it forced her to take several steps back before she could barely steady herself.

But when Nahiri wanted to fight back, she found that there was nothing behind the black flame, only darkness and nothingness.

If she had not been able to sense through the planeswalker spark that her spatial position had not changed, she would have even thought that she was being pulled into the dark void.

What's going on?

What happened? Why did Graya disappear?

What was that strange attack just now?

Just when Nahiri was puzzled, the same attack came a second time.

But this time she was well prepared and had laid down a large number of rock tentacles around for sensing.

So he turned around the moment he entered the ten-meter radius, and as a result he saw a scene that he would never forget.

It was an ethereal shadow created entirely out of thin air by the power of darkness, without any entity at all.

Unlike the invisibility or hiding in the shadows as speculated, Graya directly used the drop of blood that fell on the ground to completely dissolve himself into a huge dark barrier.

In other words, it is equivalent to being swallowed directly into the stomach. All the darkness and burning black flames around are all part of the Dark Prince's body.

After realizing this, Nahiri immediately released gravel magic to create a huge barrier, blocking the fierce black flames that followed. At the same time, she chuckled and said teasingly, "You are not good at swordsmanship, so you want to cheat and turn the disadvantage around? It seems that you are very different from your father. You know, he didn't use as many tricks as you do back then."

"A trick? No, ma'am, it's not a trick. It's part of my strength. And I didn't agree to a swordfight with you."

Graya's deep voice continued to echo around.

"Humph! It doesn't matter! Do you think this little cover can trap me?"

With a sneer of contempt, the rocks surrounding Nahiri's body began to emit a dazzling golden light, and then exploded without any warning.

The violent energy impact and the countless splashes of sealing power instantly tore the eternal night area created by the Dark Prince into pieces.

He himself could no longer maintain his original form, and quickly absorbed the large tracts of darkness and re-condensed it into the shape of a human.

Other than his face becoming pale, there was hardly any sign of injury.

"How is it? Am I right?"

Nahiri fiddled with the gravel sword in her hand, with a hint of ridicule in her tone.

"As a way of getting to know each other and building trust, I think this is enough. Do you want to continue?"

Graya obviously didn't want to fight anymore.

Because if he doesn't use his trump card, he will never be able to gain any advantage.

Once his trump card is used, the result is basically death or disability, and it is irreversible.

"Why not? For me, this is just a warm-up."

Nahiri had finally found someone who could play with her, and she didn't want it to end so quickly.

But within a few seconds, she quickly changed her mind.

To be precise, the two gravel swords in her hands suddenly disappeared out of thin air, right under her nose.

The indescribable weirdness made this slightly crazy woman shiver involuntarily.

"You did it?"

Nahiri's head snapped up and she looked the Dark Prince in the eyes.

“That’s right.

This is the power of my Planeswalker Spark, which can completely turn everything into nothingness.

If you continue to act unreasonably, I might have to start using this trump card.

If you lose some limbs or body parts, it won't be my fault."

Graya calmly issued threats and warnings.

Because he knew very well that the other party was not really crazy, he was just a little bit crazy.

So in theory, you should be able to understand the subtext you want to express.

It turned out that the Dark Prince's judgment was correct.

After realizing the huge risks of continuing the fight, Nahiri decisively stopped all actions, threw away the incomplete gravel sword in her hand, and shrugged her shoulders with an indifferent look.

"Well, maybe you're right. Let's stop here. Tell me, is there anything Thors wanted to tell me about having you come to Ravnica?"

Seeing that the Lithomancer had finally calmed down, Graya breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "No. He is in a critical period right now and has no energy to care about other things. The main reason I came to Ravnica is for another planeswalker, Liliana."

"Liliana? The necromancer!"

Nahiri started slightly.

Through other new generation planeswalkers, especially Jace and others, she has learned that Liliana has been forced to join Nicol Bolas and has now become the commander of the old dragon's Eternal Legion.

She had no idea why the Dark Prince would seek out an enemy at a time like this.

"Yes, this woman. Someone told me that my father had made some secret agreement with her, so I want Liliana to know now that she is not without other options."

Graya stated the real purpose of his trip without any concealment.

Nahiri was so smart that she immediately understood what the Dark Prince meant. She raised her eyebrows and asked tentatively, "Are you saying that Soth has a way to free this woman from the constraints of the contract and turn against him at the critical moment?"

Graya nodded slightly and responded, "That's right. Although I don't know what kind of promise my father made to her, I can be sure that the contract that Nicol Bolas relied on can be circumvented."

"ha!

This guy Soth is still as reassuring as ever.

I didn't expect that he had made all the preparations in secret so early.

But you've obviously come to the wrong place this time.

Liliana isn't on Ravnica right now. She should be with Nicol Bolas.

As to whether it is on Amonkhet or somewhere else, it is unknown.

Given that war is imminent, I don't recommend that you take the initiative to find her now.

Because if nothing unexpected happens, she will soon follow Nicol Bolas to Ravnica."

As she spoke, Nahiri's tone revealed an unprecedented ease and joy.

"Okay, I think I know what to do."

Realizing that he had arrived too early, Graya suddenly became a little bored.

But just a second later, he suddenly remembered something else and continued to ask, "How much do you know about the recent black market auction?"

“Black market auction? Ah! You mean those shady little rats?

Don't worry, they are just a group of guys selling contraband for a huge profit.

The Azorius Senate is said to have made some progress, and it won't be long before they are all caught."

Nahiri was clearly not impressed.

Because in Ravnica, where the Ten Guildpact jointly rules, little things like this don't matter.

It's just a smuggling auction of some dangerous contraband.

Similar situations happen every now and then, and some people have even sold dragon eggs privately. It is not worth making a fuss about.

The damage the former could do was a drop in the bucket compared to the real threat, Nicol Bolas.

"Oh? Really…"

Graya smiled noncommittally and didn't say much. Instead, he turned and walked towards the more prosperous central area.

Nahiri saw this and immediately shouted, "Hey! Wait! Aren't you going to come with me to meet Niv-Mizzet? He's very interested in you."

"Forget it. It's better for me to continue to move in the dark."

Graya waved without looking back and quickly disappeared around the corner of the dark alley.

Not long after he left, Jace Beleren, wearing a blue and white cloak, appeared out of nowhere beside Nahiri and asked in an emotionless tone, "Are you sure he is on our side?"

"Of course! Don't forget, he is the descendant of Soth."

Nahiri answered in the affirmative without hesitation.

"But I can't read the Dark Prince's memory or thoughts, so I can't confirm this. And I haven't been able to contact Wu Jin for a long time. Do you know where he is?"

When Ugin was mentioned, Jace Beleren visibly frowned.

Compared to Zuo Si, who was elusive all day and no one knew what he was doing, he obviously trusted the ancient planeswalker who successfully sealed the Eldrazi Titan - the spirit dragon Ugin more.

However, since the last battle with Nicol Bolas, Ugin suddenly disappeared for unknown reasons and has never contacted anyone since.

But Nahiri obviously didn't care and pointed out a clear way directly.

"Perhaps you could ask my vampire teacher, Sorin Markov, who lives on Innistrad. If there's anyone in the world who can find Ugin in a time of need, it's him."

"Sorin? I see! I get it."

Jace Beleren was undoubtedly a man of action. After getting the clues he wanted, he immediately activated the Planeswalker Spark and set off for Innistrad.

After all, the war was imminent, and he had to gather as many forces as possible to fight Nicol Bolas before the Immortal Sun blocked Ravnica.

Especially as the only two elder dragon planeswalkers, Nicol Bolas's brother and nemesis, Ugin must not be absent.

However, he obviously didn't know that the real spirit dragon Wu Jin had been killed by Zuo Si long ago, and his soul was now trapped in the meditation state, enduring eternal pain and torture.

At the same time, far away in another unknown time and space, Nicol Bolas, the initiator of the War of the Spark, was ready to go. He stood in front of a huge abandoned temple, squinting his eyes and staring at the endless army of upgraded and powerful Eternals.

Obviously, since the last battle with Zuo Si in disguise as Wu Jin, he sensed that something was wrong, so he decisively began to increase the number of cards in his hand.

Now, these immortals, who were already very powerful, all exude the aura of divine power and divinity, just like mass-produced castrated versions of immortal evil gods.

By plundering, destroying, and destroying hundreds of planes and universes, Nicol Bolas not only built an unprecedentedly powerful army, but also restored himself to a combat power that is infinitely close to his peak.

Today, he no longer looks old or weak. Instead, he exudes a strong sense of dominance and confidence.

The planeswalkers who had sworn allegiance to him, including Tezzeret, were now kneeling before the powerful elder dragon, not daring to look into his eyes that were flashing with terrifying light.

Eternal Holy Sun!

A "lock" used to seal off the entire space and time so that all planeswalkers cannot escape.

Time and space bridge!

A "channel" used to deploy large numbers of troops across time and space to capture the entire Ravnica.

The Trans-dimensional Beacon! A "bait" to attract all the planeswalkers in the entire multiverse.

Elder Spell! The "key" used to seize the sparks of other planeswalkers to complete their upgrade and transformation and restore their ancient power.

After so many years, so much careful planning, and countless accidents and twists and turns, all the prerequisites have finally been met.

For a moment, Nicol Bolas couldn't help but recall his eventful and tough life.

At first, when he was born with his brothers Ugin, Min'men, Arcades Sabas, Palladium-Mors, and Vaevictis Amadi, he was almost the weakest among the many elder dragons.

They even have to avoid being hunted by their own kind and other races, and can only carefully obtain prey in the cracks to grow up.

But this precarious state of survival has completely changed with the awakening of the spark of the mage.

With the terrifying power of the ancient planeswalker Spark, which was comparable to or even beyond that of a god, he and Wu Jin defeated all their other brothers and sisters and completely ascended to the top to become the strongest elder dragon.

Later, while traveling around, he defeated Marilaki, a being almost as powerful as the Eldrazi Titan, and sealed it in the Dark Abyss.

He then suffered his first defeat in life, and also his first death, when he was defeated and exiled to the void by the mortal hero Tetsuo Mezawa.

But fortunately, this situation did not last long.

With his ingenuity and cunning, Nicol Bolas tricked Venser and his crew into helping him break his exile.

When he came back, he directly defeated the famous time wizard, Teferi, to announce his return to the entire multiverse.

After that, he easily defeated Nightmare and Leshrac who wanted to unite against him, and went to the Tarkir plane to kill his brother Ugin.

Immediately after the time rift appeared, Teferi began to summon many planeswalkers to sacrifice themselves to save the multiverse, resulting in the collective deterioration of the planeswalkers' sparks.

To a certain extent, Nicol Bolas's tough life was basically either fighting or causing trouble, and there was never a moment of peace.

Even though he was occasionally defeated, killed, or exiled, he never got discouraged or gave up.

If what he did wasn't so outrageous, he would definitely be a typical inspirational protagonist.

Whether growing from weak to strong step by step, or rising again after failure and returning to the top, they all exude a unique personal charm.

Now, the old dragon is finally going to take the last step and take back what rightfully belongs to him.

After all, in his eyes, Teferi's repairing of the time rift was not as great and selfless as rumored by the outside world, but was simply a act of generosity for others.

Why should his perfect and powerful ancient planeswalker spark be sacrificed to save the universe? Did Teferi agree to this?

He clearly refused at the beginning!

So on Nicol Bolas's hate list, Teferi has always been at the top.

He had already thought it through. After he completed the elders' spell and became a true dragon god, the first thing he would do was to destroy Teferi's hometown and all his relatives and friends in front of him, and then tear him into pieces alive, including his body and soul.

Just as the old dragon was thinking about how to settle accounts according to the list after his return, Tezzeret finally couldn't help but raise his head and asked carefully: "Great Dragon Lord, when can we open the time-space bridge to invade Ravnica?"

"Don't be impatient! I'm still waiting for someone to show up."

The old dragon was obviously unhappy that his thoughts were interrupted, and he glared at this useless subordinate fiercely.

Because if Tezzeret had been more motivated and had seized the Space-Time Bridge and the Immortal Sun directly, he wouldn't have to wait until now and could have launched the long-planned War of the Spark a long time ago.

"You're referring to Soth, right? I don't think he'll come back. He hasn't been heard from for several years, and he hasn't given you any useful information."

Tezzeret obviously had no foresight and began to take the opportunity to smear and slander Zuo Si.

After all, the feud between the two can be traced back to the time when New Phyrexia had not yet been completely replaced by New Shore Oil.

He would never forget that he was almost beaten to death on the Mirrodin plane.

"Hmph! Don't use your stupid mind and narrow thinking to speculate about a strong man. I believe that Soth will bring me information about Wu Jin at this critical moment."

There was a hint of contempt and disdain in Nicol Bolas's eyes.

You have to know that in his eyes, Tezzeret was just a tool from the beginning to the end, not even a human being, otherwise he would not have directly erased all of his memories in the simplest and most brutal way.

Until now, Tezzeret's brain often has various problems, which shows how serious the consequences of that memory cleansing were.

Of course, a lot of this is due to Jace Beleren.

Poor Tezzeret had his memory violently wiped twice, it would be strange if nothing went wrong.

"Great Dragon Lord, I don't think you need to just sit there and wait. Before launching a full-scale attack, I think we can start with a small-scale infiltration to give the Guildpact on Ravnica something to do."

An unknown alien planeswalker covered in a large amount of flowers and plants took the initiative to step forward and suggested.

"Have your people infiltrated yet?"

Nicol Bolas lowered his head slightly and looked at his subordinate, who was less than 1.5 meters tall and looked like a moss-covered potato.

The alien planeswalker quickly responded, “Yes.

My people have been active in Ravnica for some time.

And take the opportunity to spread a large number of seeds in every corner.

With just one command, the parasite can be created immediately, creating countless puppets out of thin air."

Nicol Bolas nodded in satisfaction upon hearing this: "Very good! Then you can go to Ravnica first and create chaos, suspicion, and destruction as much as you want. It won't be long before I lead my army to join you."

"As you wish!"

A sinister smile appeared on the alien planeswalker's face, and then he turned into a green light and disappeared on the spot.

Looking at the grass and flowers growing where he had just stood, the Undead Emperor Shane VII, who had remained silent all the while, looked thoughtful.

As a spy, he has been observing and collecting intelligence on every planeswalker under the old dragon.

But he had no idea about this mysterious planeswalker who had suddenly appeared recently.

Because the other party is not a human or humanoid creature in the ordinary sense, but is closer to plant intelligent life such as tree people.

As for abilities, I have no idea because the time is too short.

But Shane VII was certain that this newly joined planeswalker should be one of the old dragon's trump cards, and his abilities were most likely related to plants, parasitism, and manipulation.

It’s just that there is too little information at present, so it is impossible to make a more accurate judgment.

Just as the half-lich was hesitating whether to take the risk of passing on the news, Nicol Bolas suddenly threw a scepter emitting a terrifying aura of death at his feet.

"Here, this Word of the Dead is yours now. Next I need you and Liliana to control the Eternals."

"I?!"

Shane VII was slightly stunned when he picked up the scepter, a little confused about what the other party was trying to do.

"Yes, it's you. Liliana's ability is not enough to control so many powerful undeads comparable to the Eternal Gods at the same time, so you need to share some of the burden."

As he spoke, Nicol Bolas turned his gaze towards the necromancer not far away who was expressionless and looked like a doll.

"Dear Liliana, I assume you have no objection to this?"

"You are the master, and I am but a pathetic slave. Your will is my command."

Liliana responded in a tone devoid of emotion.

If possible, she didn't want to stand here at all, let alone become an accomplice of this elder dragon mage.

But the problem is that she has no choice.

Especially after the agreement was reached, Zuo Si disappeared completely without a trace. So many years have passed and there has been no news at all, and he has never contacted me on his own initiative.

This made Liliana feel that she might have been forgotten or abandoned.

Otherwise, at least I should give myself a definite answer before the War of the Spark begins.

Little did he know that Zuo Si did not do this in order to ensure that Nicol Bolas would not become suspicious.

What's more, leaving Liliana alone to let her fall into panic, despair and self-doubt, and then suddenly appearing to pull her out of the abyss of pain can maximize her sense of being saved and thus generate heartfelt gratitude.

After all, adding icing on the cake can never compare to the unforgettable help in times of need.

It's like a person with tens of millions of assets. It is impossible for him to feel that he should give you something in return just because you gave him a luxury item worth tens of thousands of dollars.

But if it were a poor person who was about to be crushed by the burden of life and urgently needed a few thousand or even a few hundred yuan for emergency relief, the help of tens of thousands of yuan would definitely make him remember it for the rest of his life.

If they become rich in the future, they will repay you several times, dozens of times, or even hundreds of times, and consider it a favor.

But if on the contrary, you send a life-saving medicine to a rich person who has an incurable disease, he will also be grateful.

This is actually the result of differences in value perception among people of different identities, statuses, and classes.

If you want to achieve the best results, you must grasp the timing and deliver something to the other person when he needs it most.

Poor Liliana obviously didn't know that she had long been manipulated by Zuo Si, who was well versed in psychology. Now she was in a state of anxiety and fear.

She prided herself on being smart and cunning, but she had no idea that in the eyes of a true master, her little trick of using her beauty to seduce others was completely unacceptable.

"It seems that you are a smart person. I like smart people who know the current situation the most."

Nicol Bolas was undoubtedly very pleased with Liliana's current obedience.

Back then, he was busy acting as a middleman because he saw the necromancer's talent in controlling undead creatures.

You know, there aren't many planeswalkers willing to play as necromancers these days.

Even fewer are adept at large-scale manipulation.

Fortunately, with the joining of the Undead Emperor Shane VII, the old dragon now has two generals who can command the army of immortals.

This means that even if one of them is killed, the Legion of Eternals will not fall into chaos due to loss of control.

As for Nicol Bolas himself, although he also has black mana to control the undead, he is not good at controlling too many at once.

To be precise, he was unable to multitask and had to distract himself from controlling thousands of undead while dealing with other enemies.

You must know that in order to maximize the combat effectiveness of the immortals, the souls of these undead creatures are almost consumed by half in the transformation process, and they do not retain much intelligence at all. They are even less able to think and judge independently like advanced undead creatures. They must rely on someone to constantly give them clear instructions.

"We will be partners from now on, please take care of me."

Shane VII greeted Liliana very friendly.

Unfortunately, Liliana did not respond. She just glanced at the half-lich coldly, then stood there silently.

Nicol Bolas had no idea that the two army commanders he appointed were both moles and traitors without exception.

Especially when he handed the scepter to Shane VII, it was like burying a huge bomb for himself.

After all, the Necromancer's ability and talent in controlling the undead are not comparable to mortals like Liliana.

…

On the other side, the Izzet League headquarters on the plane of Ravnica.

Niv-Mizzet, the "Flame Spirit", had just unleashed a terrifyingly powerful fire magic that burned a guy who had "disappointed" him into ashes.

Yes, you heard it right, it was burned into bone residue right in front of you.

Don't ever think that this giant dragon born in ancient times is some "good man".

Just the opposite!

When he was young, he was famous for his bad temper. If he disagreed with something, he would go into a violent mode of destroying the world, leaving ruins and scorched earth wherever he went.

However, as he grew older and the Guildpact was established, Niv-Mizzet began to become more mature and stable.

If someone doesn't irritate him, he rarely starts a barbecue.

"Your Excellency, I am in a difficult position because he was alive when he walked in."

Sancho complained, holding his forehead with a gloomy look on his face.

Even though he had secretly met with the Dark Prince Graya before and provided him with the necessary information, he did not show it at all now and still maintained his usual style of behavior.

Even the Lithomancer Nahiri didn't know that this rising newcomer in the Izzet League was actually Zuo Si's favorite disciple and also a son of God.

"It doesn't matter. Just tell the truth. Anyway, this is the sixth unlucky guy I've burned to death this month."

Niv-Mizzet acted like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

After all, he is now the actual ruler of the Ten Alliance and even the entire Ravnica time and space.

Although on the surface they still abide by the laws and rules promulgated by the Azorius Senate, it is only on the surface.

joke!

Although Niv-Mizzet is not a planeswalker, he is the strongest person in the entire Ravnica plane.

Even the presidents and senior members of other guilds combined are not enough to defeat him.

So he is completely fearless.

What's more, the guy who was just burned to death was an ambitious member of House Dimir who wanted to instigate internal conflicts. He totally deserved it.

The only problem is that we don't have the evidence yet.

But the problem is that the War of the Sparks is about to begin. Is now the time to present evidence?

At least Niv-Mizzet felt that at times like this, it would be better to kill a thousand people by mistake than to let one go.

No evidence?

It doesn't matter! Just tie him up and forcefully read his thoughts and memories.

Anyway, he just needs a result.

As for the process, it doesn't matter at all.

"Alas - the Azorius Senate will not accept this. You should know that their trials have always been based on fairness, justice, and order, and evidence is an indispensable part of it."

While Sancho was complaining, he cast magic to clean up the ashes on the ground.

Since this was not the first time he had done this kind of clean-up job, he looked extremely skilled. After cleaning up, he poured all the residues directly into the garbage disposal plant through the pipe to be eaten by the slime monsters first. He then killed the slime monsters that had eaten the ashes and made them into other things, thus completely destroying the bodies.

Not only that!

He also did not forget to inform the guild members to erase all the surveillance footage that captured this unlucky guy coming in.

In this way, as long as the deceased refuses to admit that the other person has ever been there, the deceased will be equivalent to disappearing from the face of the earth.

As a member of the evil camp, Sancho has no psychological burden in doing these things.

Compared to what happened back then when the brothers and sisters of the Sons of Bhaal killed each other, this is nothing.

"Never mind those stubborn idiots in the Azorius Senate.

Keep an eye on the movements of the three guilds: House Dimir, Cult of Rakdos, and Golgari Swarm.

I suspect there may be undiscovered minions of Nicol Bolas lurking among them.

Especially at this critical moment, we cannot take it lightly. "

Niv-Mizzet raised his claws and tapped the ground lightly, giving Sancho a new order.

He obviously admired this young man who was much more mature than his actual age and decided to entrust him with important tasks.

"You mean... I can kill any potential threat at will?"

Sancho was slightly surprised.

Niv-Mizzet smiled and nodded: "Yes! Do you know what I like most about you?"

Before Sancho could respond, he said to himself: "What I like most about you is that you don't have the common problem of most young people - naivety! You are often so realistic that it's frightening. So I believe you can complete this difficult task..."