Deep beneath the Athkatra Mage Tower lies a maze of tunnels and cities.
Zuo Si was carefully examining the dragon eggs that had just been delivered to him, feeling the small lives inside that were completely corroded by the power of hell. After several minutes, he commented with interest: "The state of these eggs is very interesting, much more peculiar than I imagined. I have to say that Sammaster and the Dragon Cult he founded are indeed something."
"Can these dragon eggs be hatched?"
Kulremos, who remained in human form, asked cautiously.
Even though this "filial son" was fearless when causing trouble in the North and the Kingdom of Cormyr, his ambitions and desires were expanding at an unimaginable speed.
Even the chosen ones of the magic goddess, such as Elminster and Storm Silverhand, are not taken seriously.
But at this moment he behaved extremely humble and cautious, without any arrogance at all, he was completely different from his usual self.
Occasionally, a hint of fear would be revealed in his eyes.
"Theoretically, it's not possible.
Because of your blasphemous act of forced mating and the filthy and evil magic rituals of the Dragon Cult, the originally kind bloodline nature of the metal dragon has been tainted, making it impossible for the original soul of the dragon to be conceived normally.
In addition, these dragon eggs are all cursed without exception, and it is most likely a curse from the Dragon God.
I think you know what this means.
But fortunately, I have two teams working on the project of creating new dragon species, and they have made quite good progress.
So I have a way to reverse their bloodline, inject the bloodline of purgatory, evil color dragon or some other dragons from other worlds, and help them complete their transformation and rebirth.
If they are lucky, they can even turn these profane, filthy, evil and cursed powers into part of their talents.
In other words, your offspring will form a new subspecies of dragon.
They are cruel, vicious, bloodthirsty, and cunning by nature, but also extremely smart and insidious.
The overall alignment will be neutral evil, just like you."
Zuo Si raised the corners of his mouth slightly and explained meaningfully.
The brother and sister Bahamut, the god of good dragons, and Tiamat, the goddess of evil dragons, had been encouraging their followers to slaughter fellow dragons from the opposing camp for a long time, causing the dragons to lose their hegemony over the entire world in the infighting.
Nowadays, the dragons on the continent of Faerun have learned their lesson and are not willing to hand over their faith to them.
Especially metal dragons of the good camp often have many other options.
For example, there is Tamara, the dragon god known as the "Lady of Mercy", Hel, the "Wicker", and Randis, the "Scale of Justice".
The first two are both good camps, one tends to be neutral good and the other tends to be chaotic good.
The latter is lawful neutral, which covers all lawful alignments including lawful good.
Evil chromatic dragons can believe in "Karrix, the Destroyer of All Things" and "Estelab, the Lord of Treasure".
Neutral dragons can even believe in Chronepsis the Observer, Io the Nine-Faced Dragon God who covers all factions, and Sadio the Gem Dragon God.
The dragon lich can worship Falazul, who holds the priesthood of "undeath", "corruption" and "withering".
Therefore, Zuo Si felt that the curse on these dragon eggs might have little to do with Bahamut, but was the work of other dragon gods from the good camp.
Otherwise, with the Platinum Dragon God's hatred of evil, after sensing what the "filial son" did, he would most likely send down his incarnation or send out his most powerful messengers and voters to kill him.
It would never be as "light" as simply casting a curse on these dragon eggs.
"A curse from a dragon god? You mean...what I did to that silver dragon was seen by a dragon god?"
Kurremos's expression changed slightly.
Since he was much smarter than Wilmes, he obviously knew very well what it meant to be targeted by a dragon god.
"Why, are you scared now?"
Zuo Si raised his head and glanced at the other person with a smile.
Kurremos hurriedly shook his head: "No, of course not.
Because there are only two dragon gods who are truly capable of descending and incarnating in Toril, and they are in a state of mutual restraint.
As for the so-called voters and believers under the other side, I don't take them seriously at all.
I'm just a little curious about which dragon god the silver dragon that is about to be transformed into a dracolich believes in.
In addition, the hatching and growth of these dragon eggs are left to you.
Only you can make them hatch and gain great power in a short period of time.
I don't need too much, just give me a son and a daughter when the time comes.
I will use them to deal with Castellanfillion and the dragon paladins of the Claw of Justice around her."
Zuo Sixiang nodded without even thinking: "No problem, I can meet your insignificant little request.
But before that, I want to ask you, what is the purpose of your so-called revenge? To save your lost face? Or is it because you are so angry that you want to vent your inner resentment?
Or is it to prove that you are no longer the young boy who was easily seduced by beauty? If these are the only ridiculous reasons, then you are really disappointing to me.
After all, I have emphasized more than once that evil, cruelty and killing are always means, not ends.
If you want to pursue extreme evil, first get rid of all meaningless emotions and raise them to the level of philosophy, thoughts and values.
Remember, my dear servant, no evil worthy of praise in this world or even in the universe is born out of anger and impulse.
That is depravity at best, not evil in the true sense."
Kuerremos took a deep breath, bent down and bowed deeply: "I... understand what you mean.
Please rest assured that I can control my emotions and try to act calmly and rationally.
And I promise that no accidents will occur in this once-in-a-lifetime plan due to personal grudges.
Do you have any other instructions regarding this operation against the Harper and Scar Claus?"
"No special instructions, just do your job. In order to prevent some self-righteous old guys from messing things up, I will send you two strong enough helpers."
As he spoke, Zuo Si raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Snap! With a crisp sound echoing in the air, the two portals opened instantly.
Next, a Saren monster whose body was made up entirely of black primitive magical energy walked out of the portal on the right. In one of its hands, it was dragging an inky sphere with a diameter of one and a half meters, which continuously emitted terrifying magic and shadow energy to the surroundings.
An elf that looked very strange walked out of the door on the left.
The moment the elf appeared, all the energy around it began to gather towards his body, and even formed a small magic vortex due to the rapid absorption speed.
Gulp!
Kurremos swallowed subconsciously.
As a wizard and a warlock, with both spellcasting levels above legendary, and as well as the advanced Purgatory Brass Dragon from the Followers of Arcane, he felt the terrifying magical power possessed by the two almost instantly.
The former seemed to be integrated with the shadow magic web and possessed inexhaustible energy.
The latter continuously absorbs all the energy around it like a black hole, and even a legendary wizard will be sucked dry by it in a very short time.
It goes without saying that these two are none other than the new followers that Zuo Si separated from the [Shadow Energy Core] before.
Among them, the Saren monster is Agatha, the great arcanist of the Netheril era, and is also the current controller of the [Shadow Energy Core]; the elf is Varis, the leader of the Phailin Magic Hollows.
Since these two guys don't need to cast spells through the magic net controlled by the Goddess of Magic, they can ignore to a certain extent the huge advantage that Silver Fire may bring in the battle between spellcasters.
"They are..."
Faced with these two "monsters" that suddenly appeared out of nowhere, Kurremos felt his scalp tingling and all the muscles and nerves in his body were tense.
Although he had been overestimating the power in Zuo Si's hands, he still felt awe and fear when he saw the latter summon two such subordinates effortlessly.
Because Kurremos had no idea how many cards the master who controlled his life, death and even his soul had yet to reveal.
Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders and replied, "You don't need to know their names, you just need to know that they will follow you and deal with some troublesome enemies when you need them."
"Understood. Thank you for your generous support."
Seeing that he could not get any useful information, Kurremos had to give up. He quickly cast a group teleportation magic and took Agatha and Varis back to his temporary base.
With these two powerful helpers, he now felt that even if Sammaster, the founder of the Cult of the Dragon, came to his door to demand accountability, he would have no choice but to flee in disgrace with his tail between his legs.
After watching the "filial son" leave, the Flame Dragon Knight Davian, who had been standing aside for a long time without saying a word, finally couldn't help but ask, "Master, why don't you let me go? With my current strength, I can completely suppress the whole place by myself."
"Because it's not necessary.
Don't forget, we are positive characters who need to maintain our own image and try to avoid getting involved in things that may lead to negative public opinion.
It is better to leave the dirty work like this to other people.
There are some things you can do, but you absolutely cannot do them yourself. Instead, you need someone to do them for you.
This is why I formed the Black Glove.
In view of the current chaotic situation in the entire continent of Faerun, you should focus on the Sons of Bhaal in the Marching Mountains for the time being.
As long as they don't invade cities and villages, it doesn't matter what kind of trouble they make.
If someone crosses the line, you immediately respond with a warning attack."
Zuo Si gave orders to the follower who had followed him the longest.
Davian said nothing, nodded slightly, then cast a teleportation spell and disappeared on the spot.
Since the Marching Mountains area is the source of two major rivers in Kalinshan and has extremely convenient river transportation, he understands how difficult it is to keep an eye on these increasingly powerful sons of God.
If we accidentally allow them to invade important riverside or coastal port towns in the south and cause chaos and killing, it will definitely deal a huge blow to the West Coast Empire, which is undergoing large-scale infrastructure construction and rapid economic development.
After all, social security is directly related to the stability of a country and must never be taken lightly at any time.
Otherwise, the thieves' guilds that were eliminated with great difficulty will soon emerge one after another like mushrooms after a rain.
After seeing Davian off, Zuo Si immediately began to use the technology at his disposal to perform a series of genetic and magical modifications on the dragon eggs in front of him.
After finishing all this, he took the dragon egg and transferred his soul and consciousness to his clone in Zendikar time and space, intending to use time magic to hatch and cultivate a group of adult dragon subspecies here.
Since they are the descendants of Kurremos and the dragon eggs are infused with a large amount of hell power, there is no need to worry about encountering the previous situation of disobeying orders after growing up.
After a while, more than thirty giant beasts with terrifying dragon power were soaring in the sky, which was filled with magical energy so abundant that it was about to overflow the world.
The most important thing is that the guardian of Zendikar, the "Lithomancer" Nahiri, has now gone to the Ixalan time and space to monitor the artifact, the Immortal Sun, so Zuo Si does not need to spend time dealing with this slightly crazy woman. Instead, he can take some time to appreciate the magnificent scenery around him.
Since the three Eldrazi Tairan have all disappeared, the world will of Zendikar is no longer as violent as before, and various horrific natural disasters are slowly subsiding.
This means that places that were previously unsuitable for large population gatherings can now begin to build densely populated towns.
Different races are coming together at a very fast pace, evolving from small settlements towards urbanization.
The intelligent creatures that previously could only survive by gathering and hunting have now developed small-scale agriculture, animal husbandry and metal smelting technology.
In particular, the magical metals, gems and other specialties created in this time and space with super abundant mana aroused Zuo Si's great interest.
After packing up all the hatched dragons, he immediately went to the largest coastal cities to trade with the locals and obtain materials that could be used to make high-level magical items and even artifacts.
Just as he was enjoying shopping, he suddenly found a figure wearing a blue-green cloak with white patterns appearing not far ahead.
Planeswalker—Jace Beleren? Zuo Si recognized him almost immediately, and immediately put the ore in his hand back on the stall, then walked up to him with a smile and said hello.
"Long time no see, dear friend. Are you waiting for me here specially?"
Jace Beleren slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of blue eyes hidden under his hood. "What else? You know, I spent more than a month looking for you, and even traveled back and forth in different time and space."
"Why me?"
Zuo Si asked calmly.
"Of course, Nicol Bolas and his evil, sinister plans.
In fact, after our last meeting, I returned to Ravnica and began to secretly investigate.
The investigation turned up a large number of his spies within the Guildpact, including many planeswalkers like you and me.
Most importantly, my allies discovered a plane called Amonkhet while following the clues.
There stands a massive horned monument to Nicol Bolas, and much of his legend is told.
There is something wrong with this world, and it seems to be harboring a huge conspiracy.
I thought you could join us in investigating the cause and effect."
Jace Beleren did not hide anything and directly stated the purpose of his trip.
Although he did not completely trust the young human in front of him because he could not read Zuo Si's thoughts and memories, he understood that when dealing with a powerful enemy like Nicol Bolas, he had to win over as many planeswalker allies as possible.
"Who are the allies you have found now?"
Zuo Si asked in an uncertain tone.
Jace Beleren answered without hesitation: "Lilian Navis, Chandra Nalaar, Nissa Revane, Gideon Jura.
They were either schemed against by Nicol Bolas or, like me, used to break the seal on the Eldrazi titan.
Now we need the guidance of someone who knows the inside story to figure out what this old dragon wants to do.
And you are the most suitable candidate.
Because we all feel that you must know a lot of secrets and inside information."
Hearing this, the corners of Zuo Si's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably.
Although due to his interference, the original script completely collapsed from the beginning, and these representatives of the new generation of mages did not even experience the major event of the unsealing of the Eldrazi to finally form an alliance.
But who would have thought that even so, the "Five Little Strongmen" would still come together by accident.
And because they had not experienced the rampage of the Eldrazi, they had not yet established contact with the three ancient planeswalkers: Nahiri, Sorin Markov, and the spirit dragon Ugin.
This means that today's Jace Beleren has no idea who Nicol Bolas is.
No one knows how much time and space this oldest and most powerful elder dragon mage has destroyed, and what kind of terrifying power he possesses.
Is the Hour of Devastation on Amonkhet finally about to begin? Or is this just a sign of the beginning, and the other side has not yet begun to conduct a deeper investigation into the secrets behind the plane of Amonkhet?
If it is the former, it means that the War of the Spark is getting closer.
There is no doubt that Zuo Si is not ready for a head-on collision with the old dragon, so he must find a way to delay time and let the final battle come later.
After realizing this, he immediately raised his head and responded, “Sorry, I may not be able to help you this time.
Because the Amonkhet plane is much more dangerous than you expected, and acting rashly may lead to a series of serious consequences.
You are not prepared for the terrible consequences, and neither am I.
So I suggest that you stop all actions on the Amonkhet plane, withdraw and wait patiently until the time comes."
"you mean......
Is Amonkhet effectively controlled by Nicol Bolas? The High God-Pharaoh whom all men and gods must respect and obey?
Jace Beleren was so smart that he immediately guessed the subtext of what he had just said.
Zuo Si nodded in a serious tone, "You can say that.
In fact, Nicol Bolas has assembled an army of undead Eternals on Amonkhet, large enough to wage an all-out war to conquer other planes.
I'm not sure what exactly he wants to do, but once this army is activated, it will inevitably trigger a violent chain reaction.
Until I'm fully prepared, I think it's better not to provoke him."
Jace Beleren narrowed his eyes and pondered for a long time. Finally, he suppressed his curiosity and sighed: "Well, I think I understand what you mean. Since Amonkhet cannot be investigated in depth for the time being, where do you think we should start?"
"Easy! Go to the plane of Kaladesh and find Tezzeret.
From what I've heard he's secretly working for Nicol Bolas, and appears to be trying to steal the Planar Bridge at the Inventors' Fair.
It was a device that allowed for large-scale teleportation of non-living things across time and space.
If I'm not mistaken, Nicol Bolas probably wanted to use it to transport the Eternal legions to Amonkhet.
If we can get the Planar Bridge before Tezzeret does, we can kill his plans at the source."
Zuo Si directly gave an idea to remove the problem from under the cauldron.
Without the time-space bridge, the old dragon would not be able to dispatch the army of immortals that he had prepared for countless years, and naturally he would not be able to launch the War of Sparks.
At that time, all he needs to do is make some small moves to steal the time-space bridge from the hands of this new generation of "Five Little Strongmen", and then he will have the final say on when to launch the Spark War.
Taking the initiative has always been the core of all Zuo Si's plans, and this time is no exception.
"I see! I think I know what to do."
Jace Beleren's eyes flashed with blue light again, and he immediately activated the power of sparks and disappeared on the spot.
As soon as he left, Zuo Si also activated the spark and went to Amonkhet to find the old dragon.
The two appeared in two different places on the Amonkhet plane at almost the same time.
Jace Beleren briefly explained the general situation to the other four companions, and then the five of them went to Kaladesh without hesitation to follow Tezzeret's footsteps.
At the same time, inside the great pyramid that hid the Legion of Eternals far away in the desert, Zuo Si once again stood in front of Nicol Bolas, placed his hand on his chest and bowed deeply.
"Great Dragon Lord, it is a great honor to be received by you again."
"You still remember to come find me?
I thought you felt you had grown strong enough and wanted to break free from my control and start your own business.
Last time in Mirrodin, you almost killed Tezzeret, the one I sent there."
Lao Long sneered in a sarcastic tone.
It was not difficult to tell from the cold and ferocious expression on his face that he was quite dissatisfied with Zuo Si's performance in recent times.
Especially since he hadn't reported any news about his brother, the spirit dragon Wu Jin, for such a long time.
Zuo Si was obviously prepared for this, and he explained with a smile and calmly said, "I think you must have misunderstood something.
The reason I beat Tezzeret last time was because that idiot wanted to use your name to snatch the results of my experiment, so I taught him a lesson.
Such a waste that is more likely to cause trouble than to help is simply incapable of completing the important task you have assigned to it.
Time will tell on this one.
What's more, this time I brought you news about your good brother Wu Jin who just resurrected."
"Wu Jin?!"
Nicol Bolas' eyes lit up when he heard the news, and his huge body leaned forward slightly. His eyes flashed with a storm of blue, black, and red mana constantly interweaving together.
"Yes.
Not long ago, he traveled to Dominaria to do some research himself, and then went to the plane of Ixalan to meet with an old friend - Azor.
I believe you should be familiar with this sphinx who used his own spark to create the Immortal Sun.
If nothing unexpected happens, Wu Jin must have known about your intention to start the War of the Spark and is actively preparing to respond.
After the previous failure, I think Wu Jin will definitely not easily fight you head-on, but will try every possible means to destroy the entire plan through other means. "
Zuo Si very straightforwardly blurted out the speech he had prepared in advance.
His purpose was very simple, which was to use Wu Jin to divert the attention of the old dragon in front of him and buy enough time for Jace to seize the time and space bridge.
"Damn! This is not good news."
Realizing that Ugin might have teamed up with Azor again, Nicol Bolas's face suddenly became extremely ugly.
He clearly remembered that a thousand years ago, it was these two old villains who planned to use the Eternal Holy Sun to imprison him in a certain time and space where he would never be able to escape.
Zuo Sishen nodded in agreement: "You are right, this is indeed very bad news.
So I think it's best for you to leave Amonkhet and hide in other planes to avoid being plotted against by Wu Jin, who possesses the Immortal Sun.
I will continue to provide you with updates on Wu Jin's movements, and try to find a suitable opportunity to launch a surprise attack, so that you can personally resolve the situation.
Before that, all other actions should be suspended.”
"Can I really trust you?"
Nicol Bolas lowered his huge head, exuding a creepy and terrifying aura.
“Is there anyone else you can trust right now besides me? Don’t tell me it’s Tezzeret.
He is just a tool to you, not even your subordinate.
Moreover, this guy is a typical fence-sitter who is only loyal to himself.
He would switch to someone else at any time if the price was right."
Zuo Si was obviously not frightened. Instead, he asked back calmly.
Today, he is no longer as weak and powerless as he was the first time he was blocked by the old dragon. Instead, he has acquired the powerful strength to kill gods and can barely fight against it.
It’s just that the chances of winning aren’t very high for now, so I don’t want to take the risk.
Nicol Bolas fell silent for a moment.
After thinking for a long time, he dragged his chin with his front paws and said to himself: "I admit that what you said makes some sense.
Tezzeret is indeed an unreliable man. But the problem is that you are also unreliable in my eyes.
So I'm giving you a chance to prove yourself.
Tell me, what have you seen in Mirrodin, and what have you been secretly researching?"
Hearing this, Zuo Si couldn't help laughing immediately, and while laughing he took out two small bottles from his pocket.
One of them was filled with the most original old version of the oil, and the other one was filled with the serum extracted from Melile's blood.
He didn't say anything, but poured the oil directly on his arm and let it corrode his flesh and blood.
Then pour another bottle of serum on it.
The oil that was so arrogant just before the blink of an eye quickly dissolved and evaporated within just a few seconds, and finally disappeared without a trace.
This unbelievable scene made the knowledgeable Old Dragon look extremely surprised. He couldn't help but ask, "Is this the result of your research? You found a way to avoid the infection of the sparkling oil?"
“You guessed it.
To be exact, I found a person on Mirrodin who was completely immune to the infection of the oil and could even help others get rid of the oil.
Tezzeret wanted to take it away in the first place, so I had no choice but to teach him a lesson.
Now, with the continuous contamination of the Shock Oil, the complete un-Russianization of Mirrodin has become an inevitable reality.
Considering the great threat that the old Phyrei led by Yawgmoth once posed to the entire universe, the value of this special individual is extraordinary."
Zuo Si deliberately put on a smug look and selectively told part of the truth.
After all, too many people have seen Melila's unique abilities, so there is no way to keep it secret. It is better to just tell it out loud to win the old dragon's trust.
In contrast, what really needs to be kept secret is the counter-infestation within New Phyrexia.
That’s one of the real killer features.
"No wonder……"
Nicol Bolas immediately understood why the young man had nearly killed Tezzeret.
If it were him, he would also choose to use force without hesitation if such an important experimental subject was taken away.
However, as one of the oldest planeswalkers, the old dragon was not too afraid of either the Eldrazi Titans or the Phyrexian Oil, otherwise he would not have shown a look of contempt after going to Zendikar to see the seal.
Like his brother Ugin, he has a way of dealing with the Eldrazi.
As for the thing called sparkling oil, Nicol Bolas never took it seriously.
In fact, the army of Eternals he cultivated on the plane of Amonkhet had a set of mechanisms embedded within it specifically to combat the Shock Oil.
This means that if someone wants to use the Shining Oil to infect the Immortal Legion, not only will they get nothing in the end, but they will also have to provide the Immortals with an all-round, three-dimensional upgrade for free.
However, the disadvantage of the Immortals is that they must have a sufficiently powerful Necromancer to command and dispatch.
The Necromancer Liliana was the one carefully selected to carry out this task.
To this end, the old dragon spent decades laying out his plans, allowing this woman who pursued power, beauty and immortality to fall into the trap he had set little by little.
With all the demons who signed the contract dead, he has gained ownership of Liliana's soul.
Nicol Bolas, who thought he had figured out the whole story, regained his pride and raised his head slightly to let the golden sunlight shine on his huge horns and the soul gem between his horns that emitted a strange light. He said in a condescending tone: "Well, I think I can give you a certain degree of trust now. Now tell me, what kind of reward do you want for bringing such important news?"
"There is only one thing I desire, and that is endless magical knowledge. Of course, if you are willing to give me some powerful artifacts, I will gladly accept them."
Zuo Si remained humble and respectful as always.
When facing an old dragon that is more powerful than himself, he never minds lowering his posture to reduce the opponent's vigilance.
In this way, when the Spark War reaches a critical moment and a backstab is suddenly launched, I believe the expression on the old dragon's face will be very exciting.
"Artifact? Ah! Now that you mention it, I remember it. Since you like these things, I'll give this to you."
After that, Nicol Bolas pulled out a peculiarly shaped wooden staff from somewhere and threw it in front of Zuo Si, introducing it with interest: "This was made by the Numenar wizards, the first mortal civilization that emerged on Dominaria after the end of the Elder Dragon War in ancient times.
It contains countless powerful spells and was originally a sacred artifact specially prepared for Karona, the mother of magic.
However, after this powerful man-made god was destroyed, the artifact also lost most of its power.
But even so, it is still a treasure coveted by countless spellcasters.
As for what specific effects will be produced, the situation is different for each person.
In my hands, this artifact will have the effect of gathering and compressing mana, thereby causing even more terrifying destructive power.
But in someone else's hands it might amplify mental magic or increase the area of effect of their best spell.
Thousands of years ago when I was young, I used this artifact to defeat many powerful enemies.
But now it is of no use to me, so I will give it to you as a reward."
There is no doubt that as an elder dragon who has lived for almost 30,000 years, Nicol Bolas possesses various artifacts, magical knowledge, ancient spells, and countless summoned creatures that are comparable to gods or even gods themselves. These are definitely not something that the new generation of planeswalkers can imagine.
Especially when Zuo Si picked up the inconspicuous wooden staff, he immediately felt the energy stored in the sparks in his body begin to burn and boil, as if it had entered some kind of overload state. No matter what the attribute of the energy was, it was repeatedly purified and could pour out in an instant to form a shock wave that was enough to destroy everything.
Fortunately, this feeling only lasted for a few seconds and was quickly suppressed.
He himself couldn't help but sigh in his heart, as expected, this was an exclusive artifact created by the Numenar wizard who created the first ancient magic civilization in the Dominaria time and space for the artificial god, Karona, the mother of magic.
Even after losing most of his power, he still possesses such incredible and terrifying power.
One can imagine how powerful Karona was when she held it.
It took all the efforts of the Numenar wizards, even at the cost of their own self-destruction, to finally destroy the Mother of Magic before she could begin to comprehend the full extent of her power.
"Thank you for your generosity. I promise I will bring you news of Ugin again before long."
Zuo Si placed one hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and gave a solemn assurance.
He was not surprised that the old dragon would give him an ancient and powerful artifact.
Because this meant nothing to Nicol Bolas.
All the gods in the entire Amonkhet time and space, whether they have animal heads or insect heads, hold artifacts in their hands that were made by him.
And Nicol Bolas has at his disposal many powerful spells that can block almost all forms of damage.
This means that as long as he wants, he can make himself invulnerable to swords and guns, and immune to water and fire. Even if thousands of divine weapons attack together, they cannot destroy even a small scale on his body.
In the original story of War of the Spark, Nicol Bolas suffered a setback entirely because of his carelessness. He forgot about the artifact spear of the jackal-headed fanatical god, Hazoret, and eventually died from the weapon he blessed.
To some extent, if the old dragon can complete the War of Sparks and recover to the level of an ancient planeswalker, then the power he possesses will definitely far exceed the powerful divine power, and he can even create a world for himself and become the god among gods.
The plane of Amonkhet is a living example of this.
He who calls himself God-Pharaoh is basically no different from the God above Gods in this world.
Not only did he brainwash all the gods to serve his plan for immortals, but he also killed them at will after using them and transformed them into undead immortal gods to continue fighting in the War of Sparks. He simply had the power of life and death at will.
"I look forward to your next report. Remember, don't let me down, because that means very, very serious consequences and costs."
After saying these warning words, Nicol Bolas activated the power of sparks and disappeared on the spot.
He was no fool and knew how much of a threat Ugin, the Spirit Dragon, his brother whom he had killed twice, could pose after working with Azor, the creator of the Immortal Sun.
Although I am not at all vulnerable in a head-on battle, it would be a real hassle if I were trapped in Amonkhet by accident.
Nicol Bolas didn't like taking risks at this time, so he decisively chose to go to other time and space to avoid the limelight.
Wait until Ugin and Azor's specific next plans are confirmed before deciding how to respond.
Seeing that he had finally succeeded in scaring the old dragon away after fooling around for a long time, Zuo Si, who stayed where he was, was obviously relieved. He turned around and walked out of the pyramid deep in the desert. While braving the scorching sun and avoiding the mummies wandering aimlessly in the endless yellow sand, he soon found a temple of a beast-headed god.
As luck would have it, there were many people taking part in the trial here.
As one of the five animal-headed gods who appear publicly, Oketra, the true god of faith with a cat's head, is standing on a high place with a majestic look on her face, looking down at the mortals who are either struggling in the trials or showing their noble qualities.
Since she represents order and protection, the content of her trial is more inclined towards teamwork, and her whole body is filled with white mana light that symbolizes order.
Since this was not the first time he had seen a creature like a god, Zuo Si did not show any surprise or nervousness. He hid far away in the crowd, carefully observing and judging the strength of this "Cat God" and the differences between his god form and those gods that existed purely in philosophical forms in the Toril universe.
After about ten minutes, he came to a rough conclusion. He then blended into the crowd and slowly retreated. Finally, he found an empty alley, activated the Planeswalker Spark, and left Amonkhet.
(End of this chapter)
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