As an ancient dragon that has lived for more than twelve thousand years, he has long since developed enough patience through the baptism of time.
Therefore, he did not rush to ask immediately, but looked at the guild member whom he had high hopes for.
Unlike the other guilds in the Guildpact, which have gone through countless changes of leaders and high-ranking officials, the Izzet League has been led by Niv-Mizzet since its inception.
Therefore, to him, every member of the guild, no matter whether they are ambitious or arrogant and rebellious, are like his own children.
Niv-Mizzet enjoys training these young successors, watching them grow through a series of setbacks and then becoming the backbone of the Izzet Alliance.
Especially the young man in front of him who has already ignited the spark of a planeswalker, whose potential is far above that of other members.
This kind of observation and silence lasted for two or three minutes before he opened his mouth and asked in a very calm tone: "How is it? Did the firefly light you released successfully attract the target?"
Ral Zarek nodded without hesitation: "Yes, Originator.
Not only did I succeed in attracting him, but I also had a face-to-face conversation with him.
Your judgment is correct.
This Lord Soth indeed possesses a terrifyingly powerful force.
Maybe not as good as Nicol Bolas, but far better than any other planeswalker I know.
Even though he never demonstrated the magic he mastered from beginning to end, I could still feel the astonishing gap in spark level between him and me.
And this person seems to hold many interesting secrets.
Just like the ring he gave me, it can cast a spell every day to reflect a certain degree of magical attack."
As he spoke, Ral Zarek took off the [Ring of Spell Turning] on the middle finger of his left hand and handed it to the ancient dragon with huge size and endless majesty in front of him without hesitation.
Due to the huge size difference between the two, he was like an insignificant ant in front of the latter.
But Niv-Mizzet still took the ring carefully and observed it carefully with his eyes that could see through all magical powers. After about three or five minutes, he smiled and commented: "It's a very ingenious design. This should be another kind of magic that is completely different from the system we know. It's very useful. At least it can save your life at certain critical moments."
After saying that, the ancient dragon returned the ring.
“Yes, I am quite satisfied with this gift.
After all, it was my reward for using up all the energy in my device and snatching the Planar Bridge from Tezzeret.
I must warn you that this planeswalker named Soth is somewhat unpredictable and working with him could be quite dangerous.
After all, we know nothing about him other than that we're working together to take on Nicol Bolas.
This person is like a mystery. He maintains an ambiguous relationship with Jace and Nisha, but he always likes to hide in the dark and observe. "
Ral Zarek put his magic ring back on and stated his point very simply.
"Mysterious? Dangerous?
Hehehehe…
Do you think I wouldn't notice this?
Don't forget, the person who came to me was one of the three ancient planeswalkers who sealed the Eldrazi Titan, the famous Lithomancer Nahiri.
Aside from Sorin Markov and Ugin the Spirit Dragon, there are only a handful of planeswalkers I know of who are more powerful than her.
But now, she was willing to play the role of a messenger.
How ordinary do you think someone who can do this can be?
Especially the resurrection method demonstrated by Nahiri is enough to explain many problems.
What's more, with Nicol Bolas's infiltration of various guilds in Ravnica, there are actually only two choices before me.
One is to cooperate with the spirit dragon Wu Jin, and the other is to cooperate with this man of unknown origin, Soth.
Given the former's ignominious role in the evolution of the three Eldrazi titans and his brotherly relationship with Nicol Bolas, I think the latter is perhaps more believable.
At least it's true that he has the ability to resurrect from the dead.
This means that after the full-scale war with Nicol Bolas, I can even deliberately die to create an illusion and trap when necessary."
Niv-Mizzet patiently explained to the young junior.
Because according to his plan, Ral Zarek will need to take on a very important responsibility in the near future.
"So what do you think we should do next?
Continue the back-and-forth game with Nicol Bolas and those who secretly serve him in the Guildpact on Ravnica?
Or try to find a way to circumvent those rules and gain more power to integrate the power of this plane? I think this seizure of the plane-bridge must have angered Nicol Bolas.
After listening to Tezzeret's complaints, he might turn his attention directly to us, or even try to take back the bridge.
After all, in Nicol Bolas's eyes, it was us who stole the Space-Time Bridge, not the one hiding in the dark, Soth."
Ral Zarek frowned as he expressed his concerns.
Although he had great respect for the ancestor of the guild, he believed that this god-like dragon was the most powerful being in Ravnica.
Considering that Nicol Bolas was a direct descendant of the First Dragon, one of the few and perhaps the most powerful Elder Dragon alive, Ral Zarek felt unsure.
Niv-Mizzet smiled and waved his hand: "Don't worry about that.
In fact, this is exactly the effect I want to achieve.
Nahiri had said that Soth needed time to prepare a plan adequate to defeat Nicol Bolas.
In that case, let me be the target of this attractive fire.
The more attention I attract and the more time I gain, the stronger our alliance will become.
As for death, since there is a reliable means of resurrection, what is there to be afraid of?
Remember, from this moment on, you should keep the fact that you gave the time-space bridge to someone else to yourself and never tell anyone, not even your best friend.
If anyone asks, tell them I have the Planar Bridge and that Nicol Bolas can take it."
moment!
The giant red dragon, which exuded amazing aura and warmth, stood up from the ground. The temperature of the surrounding air and environment rose rapidly, causing Ral Zarek to feel strongly suffocated.
The heat wave that hit him made him realize for the first time the true meaning of the nickname "Flame Spirit".
Unlike those who fear Nicol Bolas, Niv-Mizzet is one of the few elder dragons brave enough to challenge this powerful enemy.
He would rather face death than bow his proud head.
…
At the same time, in another unknown time and space.
The seriously injured Tezzeret was lying on the ground in a cave, his entire lower body had been completely torn apart, and the mechanical part of his upper body was also tattered under the bombardment of some terrible spell.
If a normal humanoid creature had not already "stopped being human", it would definitely not be able to survive if it turned into this state.
But not only was he alive, he was far from being in life-threatening condition.
However, the whole person was in excruciating pain under the torture of unknown magic, and kept making heart-wrenching screams and wails.
Unfortunately, no matter how terrifying the cry was, Nicol Bolas was not even slightly moved. Instead, he roared in anger: "Fool! Idiot! Waste! I thought you were a barely useful subordinate.
But what is the result?
You have disappointed me time and time again.
Even such a small matter as seizing the space-time bridge cannot be done properly.
Give me a reason for you to live! Otherwise I will tear you into pieces right now."
There was no doubt that the old dragon was almost going mad, with red mana light flashing in his eyes, symbolizing destruction and ruin.
With just a thought, he could turn this planeswalker who was good at making and using artifacts into a ball of charcoal.
After all, fire magic was the first spell Nicol Bolas learned, and he mastered it when he was still an egg.
After more than 20,000 years of continuous tempering and sublimation, even those dragons that were said to be immune to fire spells would be burned to charcoal in an instant, and even an entire space and time would be completely ignited and turned into a horrific purgatory.
"No! Don't do that! Please let me explain!"
Tezzeret struggled to support himself on one arm and begged loudly.
Although he thought about escaping after failure, he was caught by the old dragon from the dark void before he could put it into action.
"You have three minutes left to live."
Nicol Bolas delivered his final announcement in a voice that was filled with chill.
Realizing that his loyal master was not joking this time, but was serious, Tezzeret suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He suppressed his fear and said, "This failure cannot be blamed entirely on me.
In addition to Jace's annoying flies, Niv-Mizzet and the Izzet League he founded are also involved.
A Storm Planeswalker named Ral Zarek launched a surprise attack while I was concentrating on protecting the Planar Bridge and opening the passage.
His lightning and storm magic was very restraining to my mechanical body, which led to the ultimate failure.
And I can be 100% sure that the Time Bridge is now in Niv-Mizzet's hands.
I will atone for my sins and go to the plane of Ravnica to claim this artifact.
Please give me another chance."
"Niv-Mizzet? That cocky little dragon?"
Nicol Bolas' tone was filled with undisguised contempt and disdain.
Unlike most residents of the Ravnica plane who either respect or worship Niv-Mizzet.
He never took this so-called "Original Ancestor" seriously from the beginning to the end, just like he had ignored the so-called "Dragon Kings" of that time and space when he went to Tarkir.
Because as the direct descendants of the Primordial Dragon, there is an insurmountable gap between the Elder Dragons and other dragons in terms of bloodline and strength.
This gap is like the gap between mortals and gods in the universe where the planet Toril exists.
Whether it is the demigod Iolum who opened the golden age of Netheril civilization, or Karsus who created soul energy and unprecedented twelve-ring spells.
Once they encounter a true God, even if they are just the weakest demigod, they can easily pin the first two to the ground and beat them.
"Yes, that is the founder of the Izzet League.
I swear, if he hadn't intervened, the time bridge would have been opened by now.
Your army of Eternals will also be able to enter Kaladesh and claim that aether-fueled world."
As he spoke, Tezzeret gnashed his teeth, clearly hating Ral Zarek and the forces behind him.
Although he had been frustrated since he followed and pledged allegiance to Nicol Bolas, this failure completely broke his defenses.
After all, if it was a one-on-one head-on battle, with his current strength, he would definitely be able to beat Lal Zarek and make him flee in fear.
The latter merely relied on sneak attacks and storm lightning magic to control the mechanized part of his body.
As long as he is adequately prepared, Tezzeret is confident that he can get back at the place he is in.
"In that case, I'll give you another chance.
Go to Ravnica now and grab the Planar Bridge that belongs to me!
Remember, this is your last chance to make amends.
If you still fail, be prepared to be torn into pieces and thrown into the dark void, becoming food for those terrible void creatures."
As the last word escaped his lips, Nicol Bolas raised his front paw and activated several spell cards.
moment!
Tezzeret's shattered body began to reassemble, and even the damaged metal structures were restored to their original state in a very short time.
The most important thing is that the mental magic that had been tormenting him before completely disappeared, and he could no longer feel any pain.
Tezzeret's eyes flashed with horror as he lowered his head to take a look at the devices on his chest and abdomen that were made of rare and precious magical metals to replace physical organs.
He originally thought that the reason why Nicol Bolas wanted his loyalty was actually because he valued his talent in making and using artifacts.
But the scene just now completely overturned this view.
Tezzeret suddenly discovered that the old dragon's knowledge and skills in artifacts were even far superior to his own.
The restored complex metal devices are the best proof of this.
Only the best and smartest artificers can accomplish this task in a split second.
If it were him, it would take at least several hours or even days to repair his damaged body.
Out of awe for the strong, Tezzeret placed one hand on his chest and bowed deeply, then he activated the power of the spark and disappeared on the spot.
He had only walked for two or three seconds when Nicol Bolas cast his gaze toward the shadowed corner of the cave entrance. He raised the corners of his mouth and said, "How long do you plan to stay there? After watching such a good show for so long, you should come out and talk to me."
Before he finished speaking!
A figure covered in a cloak slowly walked out.
When the hood was taken off, Zuo Si's recognizable face was finally revealed, along with a faint smile on his face.
"When did you find me? I thought my magic and stealth skills should be perfect."
“From the beginning.
After all, no matter how great your spells and stealth skills are, they cannot block the increasingly powerful spark of the planeswalker.
Tell me, you came all the way to this remote place to see me this time. Did you get any valuable information?
If this is about my brother Ugin, then I will make sure you get your due."
Nicol Bolas held his chin on his front paws in a very human pose.
Unlike most dragons that like to crawl on all fours like wild beasts, the elder dragons including him and Wu Jin prefer to stand on their hind legs. They look like a person overall, and their front paws are used more like hands.
Moreover, doing so will not cause any discomfort in the physiological structure, and will not affect either movement or combat.
Zuo Si replied meaningfully: "I'm sorry, I may disappoint you. I didn't come here to get any information about Wu Jin's movements, but to show you something, something you are extremely eager to get."
"Oh? What is it?"
Nicol Bolas asked with interest.
“Of course, it’s the Planar Bridge that Tezzeret failed to obtain.”
After saying that, Zuo Si raised his hand and showed Lao Long the precious card in his hand that was shining with azure light.
The next second...
A huge space-time bridge appeared out of thin air in the open space, emitting amazing energy in all directions.
You should know that this thing is not just a "door", it is also a terrifyingly powerful weapon.
When it starts to work, anything that stands between the two time and space, whether it is a living thing or an object, will be torn apart in an instant, and then swept into the dark void and completely disappear.
Nicol Bolas's eyes flashed with surprise when he saw this, and he immediately asked, "How did you get it? According to Tezzeret, the Bridge should be in Niv-Mizzet's hands now."
“Through trades, of course.
Have you forgotten my other identity?
In the eyes of Ugin and Niv-Mizzet, I am an ally on their side.
So I used a little trickery to get Ral Zarek to hand over the Bridge.
As I've emphasized before, Tezzeret is just a useless guy who does more harm than good.
He is not worthy or qualified to participate in your grand plan.
I even suspect that he can't understand the meaning behind the War of the Spark, let alone the immortality of the ancient planeswalkers and their god-like power that created the world."
While saying this, Zuo Si deliberately pretended to be excited and fanatical.
Obviously, he was using this method to further win Lao Long's trust and increase his influence in the other's heart.
Only in this way can the probability of being detected in advance when the backstab is finally launched be lowered.
Nicol Bolas couldn't help but burst into laughter.
He felt a strong ambition and desire from the tone of the young man in front of him, just like himself back then.
Zuo Si nodded seriously: "That's right. I am eager to obtain the precious knowledge from you, as well as the spells and methods to sublimate the spark and obtain the power of the ancient mages.
What's more, when you become a real Dragon God, you will also need a qualified assistant to help you get rid of those annoying flies and assist in managing your huge empire, right?
I think I am the best candidate.
So please don't doubt my sincerity, and don't worry about whether I am capable enough.
Because I will prove myself with practical actions in the future."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si transformed the Space-Time Bridge into a card form again and put it away on the spot.
Nicol Bolas's eyes flickered with a strange light, and he raised his front paws and tapped lightly on a rock in front of him.
Just ten seconds later, he suddenly leaned his huge head closer, grinned and revealed a mouthful of sharp fangs, and said: "I can give you what you want, but the prerequisite is that you have to show enough value and strength.
Only the strong are worthy of negotiating terms with me.
The only thing the weak can do is choose between obedience and destruction.
Tell me, do you consider yourself a strong person? "
"The answer is yes. I am a strong person."
After saying that, Zuo Si's body began to expand rapidly and changed into the form of a big devil, releasing the quasi-divine power of the Lord of Hell without reservation.
All of a sudden, the temperature of the entire cave began to rise sharply. The surrounding ground, walls, and rocks above his head melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and eventually turned into boiling magma that gathered at his feet.
Even Nicol Bolas was slightly surprised by the energy that was faintly revealed to be enough to distort space and change the laws of physics.
但作为摧毁了无数时空的天灾之一，老龙很快便恢复平静，欣赏着面前散发出浓郁邪恶气息的魔鬼形态，一脸玩味的称赞道：“相当不错的力量，甚至超过了很多时空某的神明。
看来我之前似乎有些小瞧你了。
你的确配得上强者的称号。
至少与其他新生代的旅法师拉开了天堑般的差距。
不过我有点好奇。
究竟现在这幅样子是你的本体，还是你通过某种方式获得了这股力量？”
左思非常干脆的回应道：“当然是后者。我最开始的时候与其他新生代旅法师没什么不同，都是靠着微弱的火花之力一点一点积累资本完成最初的蜕变。”
“很好。现在我承认，你有站在我身边分享胜利的资格。
等我成为恢复上古时代旅法师火花的力量成为龙神之后，就会赐予你那个咒语，让你也有机会成为凌驾于其他旅法师之上的神。
但前提是你要在这个过程中盯紧乌金，确保我那位兄弟不会对整个计划造成破坏。
当然，作为回报，我会给你足够多的魔法知识，以便更好的操控那些棋子与傀儡。”
说罢，尼可·波拉斯恢复了之前靠后腿站立的姿态，双角中间的灵魂宝石不断闪烁金色的光芒。
“明白。我可不是泰兹瑞那个废物，绝对不会让您失望的。”
左思单手抚胸略微欠了欠身给出保证。
他明白，从这一刻起，自己在老龙心目中的重要性已经凌驾于包括泰兹瑞在内的其他旅法师之上。
也许是得到了一名得力干将的关系，也有可能是时空渡桥失而复得，总之尼可·波拉斯看起来十分高兴，翘起嘴角用开玩笑的语气问：“这一次你成功拿到了时空渡桥替泰兹瑞那个废物擦了屁股，说说看想要什么样的奖赏？”
“如果可以的话，我希望能得到一些关于如何杀死神明乃至控制他们的方法。”
左思装出一副小心翼翼的样子提出了自己的要求。
“神？你这是在某个时空遭遇到了这些掌握强大力量的生命了吗？”
听到关于神的话题，尼可·波拉斯顿时来了兴致。
左思不假思索的点了下头：“是的，而且他们的数量很多，对于物质世界的影响也非常强大。相信像您这样长老龙旅法师，肯定有很多对付神明的方法，对吗？”
“哈哈哈哈！ 你这可算是问对人了。
事实上我这里刚好有一些专门对付神明的知识和魔法，甚至是把他们变成奴仆。
既然你对此感兴趣，那我就给你好了。
如果有机会的话，我建议你最好在杀死他们之后将其制作成为永生煞神驱使。
这种形态下的神不仅可以保留生前绝大部分的力量，而且还具有不死的特性，是非常棒的召唤生物和完美打手。
唯一的缺点是召唤和驱使他们需要消耗的黑色法术力稍微有些多。
你可以通过杀死一两个时空所有活着的生物，然后把尸体转化成为死灵，进而彻底改变整个世界法术力的平衡。
这样就可以获得取之不尽、用之不竭的黑色法术力。”
尼可·波拉斯大笑着传授起了自己宝贵的经验。
不得不说，跟这位从来不把人当人看的天灾比起来，左思觉得简直就像是小白兔一样善良无害。
起码他从来没有丧心病狂的想过要杀死一个世界所有生灵，以此来制造黑色法术力极度充沛的环境和地牌。
更没有把某个时空的能量直接吸干，只留下一个残破且濒临灭亡的末日之地。
相比起这种一锤子买卖，左思更喜欢巴托地狱魔鬼的方式。
也就是把人当成庄稼或者牲畜养起来，然后一茬又一茬的收割灵魂。
这样的方式不仅高效而且持久。
除了极少数资源极度匮乏的时空，一旦建立起体系起码能持续收割几千年乃至几万年。
另外，在该时空制作的地牌也能持续发挥作用。
就在左思虚心向尼可·波拉斯学习如何制作“永生煞神”的方法和技巧时，远在费伦大陆南方的萨拉督许，一场惨烈的攻防战刚刚拉开序幕。
身为“五裔”之一的巴尔之子——雅加苏拉，亲自率领着自己麾下的军团把这座卡林衫北部最重要的城市包围起来。
无数身披重甲、手持火焰巨剑和盾牌的火巨人，以一种无可匹敌的气势涌向城墙，明显是打算一鼓作气冲上去，把那些矮小脆弱的人类统统杀光。
在他们身后，还有大量超重型投石器，一次将十几二十个重达数吨的石块抛向半空，然后以抛物线的姿态砸向城内。
每一块石头落下，都会瞬间击毁一栋或是几栋房屋，要不就是砸塌一小块城墙。
很显然，与那些愚笨且没什么脑子的丘陵巨人不同，火巨人不仅拥有精良的装备，而且训练有素、纪律严明，是标准的邪恶守序阵营。
这些家伙身高普遍在三米六以上，胸膛宽两米七，体重更是能达到惊人的三吨，寿命长达三百五十岁。
这也就意味着，大多数城市六米高的围墙在他们看来都不需要梯子，直接纵身一跃就能爬过去。
更要命的是，普通人类士兵在防守的时候拿对方一点办法都没有。
哪怕是手持四米的长矛长枪，也没可能比火巨人的武器加手臂攻击距离更长、波及范围更广。
再加上普遍高达三十一点的力量属性，只需要一次横扫就能送走一个小队的人类士兵。
而且火巨人非常善于锻造武器和铠甲，因此他们可不是巨魔之类的无甲目标，反倒是全副武装的重甲战士。
一般非魔法武器想要造成伤害，除非冒着被捶成肉酱的风险冲到近前，去攻击那些沉重铠甲的缝隙，否则哪怕是战锤砸上去也很难造成有效伤害。
其惊人的体质属性则很好保证了长时间战斗对于体力的消耗。
所以在费伦大陆，凡是遭到火巨人进攻的城镇，大概率是会在极短时间内就迅速沦陷。
因为无论守军多么英勇抵抗，在他们看来都没有什么太大的不同。
反正只要翻过城墙，抡起巨剑横扫两下就能把一条街道清空。
不过今天，战无不胜的火巨人军团显然遭遇到了强大的对手。
还没等他们靠近城墙，一条燃烧的超级巨龙便从天而降，像一颗陨石一样砸了下来。
轰！！！！！！
伴随着明亮的火光与剧烈冲击，整整一小队六个火巨人当场被砸成肉酱，连惨叫声都没来得及发出就死透了。
尽管火焰不会对火巨人造成任何伤害，但撞击瞬间所产生的物理挤压效果却是实实在在的。
那既残酷又血腥的画面，立马让其他还在奔跑中的火巨人都不由自主停下脚步，瞪大眼睛看着四散飞溅的碎肉和残肢断臂。
大概三五秒钟之后，一名身披红色龙鳞铠甲的壮汉从一片火焰与碎尸中缓缓站了起来，挥舞一柄散发着刺眼红色光芒、但中心位置呈现出黑色的魔法长剑，把周围没搞清楚发生什么事情的火巨人三下五除二全给砍了。
速度之快、动作之赏心悦目，甚至会让人觉得这种杀戮是艺术。
尤其是魔法长剑本身，轻而易举就切开了那些足以抵挡重弩的沉重铠甲，仿佛切的不是钢板而是柔软的奶油。
短短几分钟的功夫，就有超过二十名火巨人倒在了剑锋之下。
哪怕后者集合起来挥舞巨剑冲上去想要凭数量优势干掉这个疑似巨龙的闯入者，但结果却是自己死了个精光，对方却连一根汗毛都没掉。
几次正面碰撞非但没有让自认为拥有力量优势的火巨人占道便宜，反倒是遭到了对方的碾压。
壮汉仅用一只手，就轻而易举招架了他们两只手的挥砍，然后凭借手中那柄红色长剑恐怖的高温轻松把巨剑从中间斩断，反手一击刺进心脏或是跳起来砍掉脖子上的脑袋。
不用问也知道，这名身披红色鳞甲的闯入者就是焰龙骑士戴维安。
虽然火巨人免疫火焰魔法让他最强有力的龙息喷吐和火焰魔法没有了用武之地。
但光凭基础属性压制和高超剑术，他也依旧表现的游刃有余。
手中所持有的【炽死剑】更是一切金属武器和盔甲的克星。
其超高温的特性能够轻松融化看似坚硬的钢铁。
而且命中有还能向目标体内注入可怕的死亡之力，使其在重伤之下瞬间暴毙，即便是拥有强悍生命力的火巨人也不例外。
才没过一会儿功夫，戴维安站着的地方就密密麻麻堆满了残缺不全的火巨人尸体。
后续跟上来的火巨人在看到这一幕之后，纷纷停下脚步露出震惊和恐惧的表情，不敢再继续向城墙与城门所在的位置冲锋。
“该死！为什么停下？我不是告诉你们要一鼓作气冲进城内的吗？”
Just when everyone was hesitating, a taller and stronger fire giant came from behind.
He looked to be at least four meters tall. Not only was he wearing a full body armor that exuded a powerful magical aura, but he also held two war hammers in his hands, one large and one small.
One of the hammers had conspicuous magic runes engraved on it, and it was obviously a rune hammer forged by divine power, with an enchantment level of at least +4.
Although the other one is slightly inferior, it is also a +3 magic weapon.
"Yagasula! Look! He killed so many of us!"
A fire giant warrior responded, pointing at the large number of mutilated corpses on the ground.
moment!
The pupils of the fire giant leader named Yagasura suddenly dilated, and his original angry and annoyed expression instantly turned into alertness. He raised his head and asked, "Who are you? Why are you blocking our progress?"
"My name is Davian, and I am here to help defend Saradush on the orders of my master."
The Flame Dragon Knight gave his name very straightforwardly.
Because with one public event after another, his identity has long been no secret in the eyes of many well-informed forces, and there is no need to conceal it.
"Davian! Are you one of the most powerful assistants around the Emperor of the West Coast Empire?"
Yagasula subconsciously tightened the weapon in his hand, and his mental state tensed up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It is not difficult to see from this reaction that although he has heard of the name, he has only heard of it in dragon form and did not know that the other party could also transform into human form.
Davian replied calmly, “Yes, that’s me.
But there is one thing that needs to be corrected.
That is, next to my master, I am not the strongest, not even one of the strongest.
And you made a mistake by attempting to attack the city ruled by your master and kill the civilians he protected.
This is an unforgivable crime.
You will pay for this with your blood and your life."
"Hmph! Then let's see who can kill whom!"
Yagasura was obviously very confident in his own strength. He activated his violent ability and rushed forward, swinging his two war hammers to launch a violent attack.
Especially for large rune hammers, it may take a lot of effort for human warriors to just lift it.
But in the hands of this powerful son of Baal, it seemed to have no weight at all, and even produced an afterimage due to the fast attack speed.
From his indomitable momentum, it was easy to tell that he was a warrior by profession, and a legendary barbarian or berserker, a talented player who fought with wild instincts.
But Davian is obviously not a pushover.
After acquiring the exclusive profession of [Advanced Dragon], the age of his dragon bloodline can break through the ancient limit. Every time a certain level is reached, the basic attributes, vitality and the natural warlock-like spellcasting level will continue to increase.
Now we have already stood at the critical point of "ordinary things".
Coupled with the power of the Prince of Fire Element, he possesses explosive power that ordinary people cannot even imagine.
All of Yagasura's violent attacks were blocked by Davian with his dragon scale shield and the Blazing Death Sword.
Moreover, he seemed to be able to do it with ease, with no sign of suffering any disadvantage in terms of strength.
“This…how is this possible!?”
The fire giant watching on the side was stunned.
The reason why they obeyed the leadership of Yagasura was because the offspring of the god of murder, Baal, possessed a powerful force that other fire giants could not resist, and he eventually defeated everyone and ascended to the position of leader.
But now, the power and violent attack that he was most proud of were intercepted without any error.
You know, even the giant dragons living in the marching mountains can never do this.
Just when the battlefield was completely silent, with only the roar of hammers, shields and swords colliding, Davian finally seized the opportunity of the opponent's attack, dodged the sweep of the rune hammer in a dangerous way, rushed forward with a quick step, and thrust the Blazing Death Sword into the enemy's chest at lightning speed.
Swish!!! The terrifying high temperature on the sword blade immediately caused the originally solid surface of the magic armor to begin to melt.
Coupled with his own strength attribute of over 65 points, he managed to insert the entire sword, leaving only a section of the hilt outside.
The black mana contained in the Blazing Death Sword surged into Yagasura's body like a tide, causing his wounds and face to appear a gray and decayed color.
If it were any normal fire giant, he would be 100% dead.
But what made Davian feel unbelievable was that this Son of Bhaal, even though his vital parts were completely pierced, he still managed to swing his hammer again and smash it on the shield with a bang, forcing himself back.
Then he threw away a hammer, grasped the hilt of the sword, and slowly pulled out the sword.
The moment the Blazing Death Sword was thrown to the ground, he saw an extremely incredible scene.
That is, the chest of the fire giant leader is empty, and there is no heart, which is the most important thing for a living thing.
And in less than a second, the huge wound and the charred marks completely disappeared.
"Hey! Unexpected, right?
I, Yagasura, possess an immortal body!
Whether you chop off my head, pierce my chest, dig out my internal organs, or even mince me into mincemeat...
I can stand in front of you intact again and again.
When you start to lose strength and feel tired, I will smash your head and win the final victory.
The great Yagasura is destined to be the winner of this battle for the Blood Throne!
All of you are just stepping stones on my road to godhood.
Only I, and only I, am qualified to be the new God of Murder."
The fire giant leader raised his chin and proudly declared victory.
(End of this chapter)