But after being ravaged by three Eldrazi Titans, its energy had been drained away and it became a useless wasteland.
At first glance, the feeling it gives people is only deep despair and nothingness.
Not to mention living here for a long time, ordinary people may become depressed, crazy, or even want to find relief through suicide if they stay here for a little longer.
Especially after Graz'zt himself was abducted by the goddess of wealth Waukeen as revenge, the demons that poured in here to participate in the bloody battle completely lost their last restraints and let themselves go, building hundreds of fortresses and strongholds of all sizes on the ruins.
Some of them obey the orders of other demon lords, while others simply declare themselves kings and declare themselves the lords of the land around the fortress, and forcibly capture many low-level demons and use them as their subordinates.
They obviously saw that there was a vacancy in the position of the Big Three, so they tried to repel the devils and reoccupy the triple realm to gain the favor of the will of the abyss, and then replace Graz'zt as the new demon lord.
Perhaps the only thing that has not changed is the famous "Salt River" that runs through the three levels.
It got this name mainly because the river water sparkles with a crystal-like transparent luster like liquid salt particles.
However, like most rivers and oceans in the abyss, although the water is very clear, it is actually highly poisonous.
Anyone who attempts to drink or soak in it, including demons, will die a horrible death.
It can be said that toxin is the easiest thing to obtain in the Abyss.
But if you want to use it to kill a demon, you are definitely overthinking it.
This is because 99% of the demons have long since developed a body structure that is immune to most toxins in such a harsh environment, and can even drink a small sip of deadly salt river water to death.
Of course, now the river has become the new dividing line of the bloody battle.
The side closer to the abyss is the territory of demons, and the other side is the territory of the devil.
The two sides are fighting day and night over this poisonous river that runs through three levels. The endless groups of defensive fortifications and long-range covering firepower strikes are enough to disintegrate all forms of attacks in the long middle death zone.
As expected, the war once again fell into a cruel and long-lasting tug-of-war.
From the lowest cannon fodder to the senior commander of a legion, the only meaning here is to be constantly consumed by the huge flesh and blood grinder.
Although the devils have the help of the oil and can bring back the broken corpses and various scrapped weapons and equipment on the ground for reuse, the demons also sacrificed a new type of demon that incorporates the characteristics of the Eldrazi creatures.
The latter is not only immune to the infection of the oil, but can even draw energy from the oil to strengthen itself.
Moreover, the devil represents chaos, and chaos means having great creativity.
They took the weapons seized from the devil back to study them, and soon they made some messy and poor-quality replicas.
Although some situations such as self-destruction often occur, overall the technical gap between the two sides has been greatly narrowed.
At least in terms of long-range firepower delivery, we can fight back and forth and avoid being crushed unilaterally.
As one of the two highest-ranking commanders of the forces of Hell on the front line, the Khorne Angel Zariel has been stationed in a huge steel fortress called "Heart of War" since arriving at the front line.
Although it is called a fortress, it is actually a huge defensive fortification complex stretching for hundreds of kilometers.
Not only are there tens of millions of devil legions, but there are also massive amounts of scorching oil creations that have evolved into hell-plane attributes. There are more than 300,000 electromagnetic cannons and magic heavy artillery alone that can fire thousands of kilometers away.
Just one saturation attack can directly wipe out all enemies in a large area from the map.
In addition, there are the latest bred Infernal Dragons, peculiarly shaped aerial fortresses and large aircraft that are scattered throughout the airspace overhead, ready to support the entire battlefield when needed.
Zariel obviously didn't care at all about the crazy counterattack of the abyss demons in recent times.
Because she knew that with the firepower, manpower and logistics she currently had, even if the number of enemies tripled, they would not be able to gain any advantage, let alone destroy the entire carefully built defense line.
Even if there are occasional mad and fearless demons that are teleported directly to the rear to launch sneak attacks and sabotage, the second line of defense established by Lord Bayer of the first level can easily annihilate them.
Although Zariel had always looked down on this guy who had used conspiracy and trickery to gain his position, he also admitted that the other party was indeed an expert in defensive tactics, and often only needed very few resources to achieve a very exaggerated casualty ratio.
Therefore, the current situation on the bloody battle front can be said to be as stable as an old dog.
The most important thing is that with Zuo Si's crazy expansion in the universe where the planet Azeroth is located, the number of souls pouring into Baator, especially the ninth level, has skyrocketed.
Those Burning Legion soldiers and commanders who were captured during the war were forcibly transformed into members of the devil's army.
This means that the abyss demons can no longer rely on their numerical advantage of more than twenty times to directly crush the elite devil legions to death as they did before.
If the territory in the rear had not yet been transformed and digested, Zariel would even want to take the initiative to launch an attack, directly tearing a hole in the demons' chaotic front, and then using the advantage of high-speed mobility to quickly penetrate and annihilate hundreds of millions of enemies in one big dumpling.
When it comes to attacking, she is known for her madness and disregard for casualties, just to win one glorious victory after another.
Just as this devil duke, who looked like a celestial being but was full of tyranny and bloodshed in his bones, was staring at the real-time dynamic projection of the battlefield sent back by countless detectors on the wall and thinking about the next tactics, a killing angel who had shrunk to "only" four meters tall walked in from outside. He first bowed with one hand on his chest, and then reported: "My Lord Duke, Lord Soth has specially sent you a batch of new troops. They have now arrived at the barracks in the rear. How do you want to arrange them?"
"A new army?"
Zariel had a puzzled look on his face.
Because her army was constantly being consumed and replenished.
Normally, there is no need to inform myself of such a small matter. The staff officers and generals under me will naturally send troops to the war zone where heavy losses have been suffered for replenishment.
"Yes. This army is mainly composed of undead. Judging from their strength, they should be quite good. The commander in chief is called Arthas, a death knight who possesses a divine weapon."
The Angel of Death told everything he knew.
As the most powerful and highest-level unit in the Mechanical Angel Legion, she is almost completely wrapped in a hard metal can from head to toe, and both her physical and magical defenses are extremely terrifying.
If fully released, it can even transform into a behemoth of more than ten or twenty meters.
Once it is put into the battlefield, it will definitely be a humanoid Gundam.
However, unlike the Tyrannical Angels who pursue ultimate destructive power, the Killing Angels pursue efficiency in killing the enemy, so their weapons and capabilities tend to be more quantitative, miniaturized and intelligent.
They are equivalent to the brains on the battlefield, allowing the surrounding soldiers to exert 120% of their combat effectiveness.
In contrast, the Tyrannical Angel is more like a powerful attacker, responsible for tearing through the toughest and most difficult defenses.
"Death Knight Arthas? Ah! I think I know who he is."
A hint of amusement flashed in Zariel's eyes, and he instantly controlled the complex combat platform in front of him. Through a detector located near the barracks, he successfully captured Arthas, who was looking around in a daze.
The young Death Knight had not yet realized how dangerous the place he had arrived at was. Instead, he was very curious about the various strange races in the barracks.
Inheriting the tradition of Baator Hell's love of recruiting mercenaries, the barracks here not only have a large number of demons of various shapes, but also a considerable number of mortals and alien creatures.
Some of them come for faith, some are from the extreme lawful camp who come to combat the spread of chaos, and some come simply to make money or have been caught because they owe too much debt to the devil and can only come to the bloody front as cannon fodder.
Anyway, in this huge barracks, you can almost see creatures from all planes of the universe, from elementals and giants in the inner planes to alien creatures in the outer planes.
After completing the registration, these cannon fodders among the cannon fodders will be immediately assigned to different lines of defense and become glorious "line-filling babies" to fight desperately with the demons that are swarming in.
If you are lucky enough to hold on to the end and survive, you can naturally win a huge bounty and even have the opportunity to become the commander of a foreign mercenary group.
Because in the Hell of Baator, promotion based on military merit in bloody battles on the front lines is the most strictly enforced system, no doubt about it.
Even the boss doesn't dare to easily deprive a little devil at the bottom of the hierarchy of credit.
Otherwise, Asmodeus and the Court of Hell may intervene in the investigation at any time and give the most severe punishment to those who dare to interfere.
Of course, all this has nothing to do with Alsace.
Because he had just passed through the portal, he had no idea what was going on. He was even surprised why the living people around him were not afraid of him, but instead stood there boldly pointing at the thousands of undead in the Scourge.
What's worse is that there was a group of guys dressed strangely, who took advantage of his unpreparedness and directly snatched control of hundreds of abominations, giant skeletons, gargoyles and four frost dragons, and then fled with the spoils.
It's okay to get the Scourge for free! This scene made Arthas so angry that he almost rode his Invincible to chase after the Scourge, cut off its head, and then transformed it into undead creatures.
Fortunately, the steady Kel'Thuzad stopped the impulsive young man in time and whispered to him, "Don't get excited. We know nothing about the situation in this world right now. It's best not to rashly cause trouble."
"But those damn bastards actually dared to ignore me! They directly seized control of many undead creatures through unknown magic!"
There was a strong sense of anger in Arthas' tone.
During the rise of the Scourge, he personally destroyed the most powerful human kingdom of Lordaeron, and then captured Silvermoon City and the Sunwell, trampling on the pride and dignity of the high elves, and finally broke into the magical kingdom of Dalaran which was protected by a powerful barrier.
Wherever he went, people were terrified and would tremble with fear just hearing the word "undead".
But look at this group of "troublemakers" in front of us. Not only are they not afraid of the undead army that is ready for battle, but they even dare to rush up and take advantage of us.
How could the proud and arrogant Arthas tolerate this?
However, what he didn't know was that in the outer planes, at the junction of Hell and the Abyss, which tended towards evil, things like the undead were not really that rare.
Take those free necromancers and evil priests just now for example, a lot of them can be easily pulled out.
Not to mention that Orcus, one of the three giants of the abyss, has the title of "Lord of the Undead".
The undead legions under his command are far superior to the Scourge in both quantity and quality.
Many demon lords also have a considerable number of undead cannon fodder under their command.
Therefore, no one here would feel fear of the undead at all.
Just the opposite.
Since the undead are very susceptible to certain divine arts and magic, they are both useful cannon fodder and the easiest enemies to deal with in the eyes of the devil.
In addition, the number of the Scourge is relatively large, while the number of high-level undead with independent consciousness and awareness is small, which will naturally attract a large group of freeloaders.
Apparently, the newly arrived Alsace was given a good lesson as soon as he arrived at the military camp.
He did not see the fear and panic he expected, only pairs of eyes filled with greed.
"I swear! Sooner or later, I'll make those bastards pay the price!"
The Death Knight held Frostmourne tightly in his hand, his face twisted and angry.
Just when Kel'Thuzad wanted to say a few more words of advice, a portal suddenly opened out of nowhere, and Zariel's figure walked out from the other side.
She looked at him with interest before asking, "Are you the prince who killed his father and destroyed his country? I have to say that your first impression on me was pretty bad. Whether it was your impatient personality or your rebellious attitude."
"Who are you?"
Arthas asked back with his eyes gleaming with coldness.
"You can call me Zariel or you can call me Your Excellency the Duke.
I am the commander with the highest authority on the Bloody Front, and also your immediate superior.
remember!
From now on you low-level maggots are not qualified to ask any questions.
All you need to do is obey orders.
Do you understand? "
Zariel raised his chin slightly and assumed a haughty and arrogant attitude.
To be exact, this was her original arrogant and conceited appearance.
Before Zuo Si arrived, Zariel basically looked down on everyone except Asmodeus, the Lord of Hell, and thought that those lords were all idiots and mentally retarded, not even worthy of licking his toes.
"Maggot? How dare you call me a maggot!"
Arthas had never suffered such humiliation before. All the anger that had been pent up for a while burst out at once. He raised Frostmourne and wanted to kill the "birdman" in front of him.
But the next second...
Ding! This sword that had always been able to cut through iron like mud actually emitted shining ice flowers the moment it collided with the silver mecha, and the sharp blade could only leave a white mark on it.
The crisp sound of metal collision seemed to be mocking something.
"This...how is this possible!?"
Arthas was completely stunned.
Because he never expected that the Frostmourne, which he looked down upon, would be unable to do anything to a piece of armor.
Of course, if he knew the thickness of this power armor, the magic metal used, and the spell-like protective ability it possessed, he would never have the delusion that he could cut it in half with just a rune sword.
What a joke! The thickness of Zariel and many high-level Killing Angels and Tyrannical Angels' outer armors is almost the same as that of modern main battle tank armor.
Moreover, they all use high-strength, high-hardness, and high-toughness magic alloys, and are heavily attached with protections with deflection force fields.
In addition, there is also the blessing of spell-like abilities.
Especially as a secondary-level lord, Zariel's entire body, including his body and equipment, has been strengthened by divine blood and divine power. Even Zuo Si couldn't guarantee that he could break his defense in one go, not to mention a small death knight like Arthas who couldn't even explode a star.
Before Kel'Thuzad could react to what was happening, Zariel suddenly grabbed Arthasasa's wrist with his backhand. The oil engine in his body suddenly began to roar, and his eyes flashed with terrifying hellfire.
moment!
Snap!
The hand holding the sword in Arthas's body, along with the Saronite wristband that was said to be able to defend against all physical and magical attacks, was forcibly broken and folded into a strange 90-degree right angle.
However, because undead creatures have no sense of pain, Arthas' face only showed shock and astonishment, and he did not scream like an ordinary person.
Zariel, who had been through hundreds of battles and even fought against powerful divine powers, did not give the little Death Knight any time to react. He directly snatched Frostmourne from the other party's hands, then pulled him off the horse, threw him to the ground and stepped on him.
Bang! After a heavy muffled sound, Arthas' pale and handsome face was directly stepped into the mud on the ground. The huge impact force even caused serious deformation of the bones and stiff muscles.
"You have great courage! But you are a little weak and your brain is not very good."
Zariel raised the corner of his mouth and commented in a sarcastic tone.
When the skeleton horse Invincible saw that his master was controlled, he immediately let out a shrill neigh and raised his front hooves, trying to kick away this terrifying enemy to help rescue him.
But unfortunately, before it could raise its hoof to the highest point, a tyrannical angel descended from the sky, grabbed it and threw it hard towards the solid stone fortress in the distance.
With a loud bang and a violent installation, invincibility was instantly transformed from a cool and handsome skeleton warhorse into a pile of broken bones.
Seeing that the supreme commander of the Scourge suffered an unprecedented humiliation, all the undead present began to become restless.
Especially those loyal death knights, all of them drew out the rune swords they carried with them, as if they were ready to charge at the command.
But Zariel is obviously not an ordinary commander, but an out-and-out war maniac and also an extremely arbitrary person.
She merely glanced at the Scourge with disdain, then raised her arm in a gesture.
The floating fortresses and large aircraft that were hovering overhead immediately began to flash dazzling lights, and then a large number of demons and mechanical angels descended from the sky. There were also tens of thousands of purgatory dragons, which surrounded the Undead Army, which was less than a million in size, in three layers inside and three layers outside.
A large number of black cannon muzzles and powerful magic rituals also locked onto them one after another.
If they dare to make the slightest movement again, the Scourge will be completely wiped out, without even a trace left.
At this moment, Kel'Thuzad finally recovered from his shock and shouted at the high-ranking undead who had taken action without authorization: "How dare you! Who allowed you to disrespect the great Duke Zariel?"
Seeing the words spoken by the second-in-command of the Scourge's command sequence, and also because of the overwhelming and undisguised threat of force above their heads, the undead's restlessness quickly subsided.
After all, although they are not afraid of death, they do not want to be eliminated in such a humiliating way.
Especially after many high-level undead have begun to gradually break free from the brainwashing control of the Lich King, they have begun to have their own little thoughts in private. How could they be willing to die in vain at this time?
People like Sylvanas regard Arthas as an enemy. When they see him being humiliated, they don't even have time to applaud, let alone step forward to help.
So standing on a high place, you can clearly see that the Scourge has now split into three parts.
One part is the rebel faction led by Sylvanas who are waiting to make Arthas pay the price, another part is the diehard faction who still obeys the Lich King's orders and is loyal to Arthas, and the last part is the neutral faction who has regained their free will and does not know how to choose yet.
Facts have proved that without the blessing of the Helm of Domination, the so-called Scourge is nothing but a group of loose sand.
Zariel undoubtedly noticed this, and said in a warning tone: "Little lich, you'd better be careful and don't let this kind of accident happen again.
Otherwise, I don't mind crushing you all like ants.
You need to remember that this is the front line of a bloody battle.
And your small number of people can only be regarded as a few hours of consumption on a certain front at best."
"Understood. Please rest assured that I swear on my soul that I will never disobey you again and will obey every order you give me 100%."
Kel'Thuzad prostrated himself on the ground and bowed humbly to the devil archduke in front of him to apologize.
Because he has always been very sensitive to energy, he can clearly feel that the power Zariel possesses is hundreds of times more than that of the Lich King Ner'zhul.
The terrifying aura bred from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood could only be compared to Archimonde, who had also destroyed countless planets.
Zariel nodded in satisfaction: "Very good! Then you should take your men to Defense Zone 42 and station there immediately. I hope to see you back alive in a few days."
"As you wish."
Kel'Thuzad did not dare to bargain. He lowered his head humbly and bowed deeply again. He did not even look at Arthas who was struggling desperately with his face stepped into the mud.
As one of the very few smart people in the entire Scourge, he has realized what the final outcome of this undead army that has created a huge wave in Azeroth will be. He also understands that the only way for him to save his life is to cooperate honestly.
As for Arthas, who was arrogant and wanted to break free from control, he now has no chance.
After all, not being able to hear the Lich King's voice for such a long time can explain a lot of problems.
Watching the densely packed Scourge army heading to the designated area, Zariel raised his foot and picked up Arthas from the ground like a little chicken, staring into his eyes full of anger and hatred and said, "Open your eyes and recognize the situation! Who do you think you are? Are you still the prince of Lordaeron who is loved by everyone? Or the Scourge warrior chosen by the Lich King? No! You are nothing now! Your parents were killed by your own hands, your kingdom was destroyed by the ravages of the Scourge, and even the Lich King who lured you into darkness is now just a plaything in your father's hands.
As for you yourself..."
Having said this, Zariel deliberately paused, and suddenly took out a whip from the huge weapon rack behind him, and slapped it hard on Arthas' face with a loud snap, letting out a burst of shrill laughter.
"Hahahaha! You are my dog from now on. So feel free to get angry, roar, and resist, because the more you do this, the more satisfaction I will get from taming you."
"No! Don't even think about it!"
Hearing that the crazy woman in front of him wanted to tame him like a dog, Alsace immediately struggled like crazy.
But unfortunately, the power gap between the two sides is too big.
Zariel didn't even use any divine powers, but easily suppressed it with the powerful power provided by the oil engine. He also ordered people to make a humiliating collar and put it around the Death Knight's neck, and patrol the crowded streets of the fortress with an iron chain.
Whenever Arthas showed any sign of standing up, he would be kicked to the ground immediately.
His only choice was to either crawl on the ground like a dog, or be beaten half to death and dragged around like a dead dog.
There is no doubt that Zariel is completely destroying the will of the Death Knight by trampling on his self-esteem and personality.
For someone who exudes pride from the bottom of his heart, nothing could be more painful than this.
Even Sylvanas, who had a deep hatred for him, felt that letting Arthas live in such humiliation was a hundred or a thousand times more painful than dying and putting an end to it all.
At the beginning, facing Sylvanas's constant ridicule, the latter would fight back with vicious words.
But as time went by, he was becoming more and more desperate and numb. Even his eyes, which were filled with coldness, were quickly losing their luster and becoming as empty as a body without a soul.
Looking at Arthas, who was tied up with several hellhounds and lying motionless in the innermost room of the castle, Sylvanas, who had just rushed in from outside, couldn't help but sigh slightly: "This guy has been completely ruined by you, Your Excellency the Grand Duke."
Zariel sneered and shook his head: "No, you underestimate Arthas's will.
The reason why he looks so half-dead now is actually that he is deliberately showing weakness so that I can let down my guard.
As soon as I removed the collar from his neck, he would immediately look for an opportunity to escape.
The best way to tame this fierce dog is to spend time slowly wearing it down.
But it doesn’t matter, I have plenty of time to spend with him anyway.
On the contrary, you have participated in so many days of bloody battles. Do you have any experience or lessons learned?
You should know that your father has very high expectations of you."
Upon hearing this, Sylvanas immediately smiled bitterly and shook her head: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I have to disappoint you.
The scale of the bloody battle was far beyond my imagination and understanding.
It was unlike any war I had ever experienced before.
Whether it is the number of warring parties or the overwhelming spells and long-range weapon bombardments.
To be honest, I simply cannot imagine how you manage to command such a large army in such an orderly manner.
If it were me, everything would be a mess in half an hour at most."
“Don’t be so humble.
Before I became a great devil, I also observed the bloody battle for a long time before I gradually understood the profound meaning it represented.
What's more, the commandos you led successfully infiltrated the enemy forces one after another, causing huge damage to the supply of the demon army.
It seems that you are better than many devil commanders in small-scale mobile warfare.
If you are a devil, I am even willing to use the power at hand to grant you the power of promotion."
While saying this, Zariel did not hesitate to praise him.
"I don't understand why beings like you and Lord Soth, who possess god-like powers, would pay so much attention to a little banshee like me?"
After a long silence, Sylvanas finally asked the question that had been bothering her.
Zariel smiled and replied, “Because my father is about to launch a huge plan.
To do this, he needed some apostles who were both capable and trustworthy.
And you are the closest person to becoming a qualified apostle.
Not only you, but many others have also been selected and are undergoing corresponding trials.
And you have to understand, my father was never a stingy person.
He has always been very generous to his own people, even to a fault.
As long as you perform up to his expectations, power, knowledge, and eternal life will be within your reach.
Sometimes I really don't understand, what are you still hesitating about? Don't you want to revive and regain the vitality and beauty you once had?
Don't you want your lover to be free of that rotting body so he can give you warm hugs and kisses?"
"I... Of course I want to! But these are too precious to me, and I am extremely afraid of losing them again after getting them."
Sylvanas spoke the truth that had been hidden in her heart with a slightly trembling voice.
Because in a way, that is her biggest weakness.
The Dark Queen knew that if either herself or Nathanos were resurrected, the one who was reborn would do everything in his or her power to resurrect the other, even at the cost of his or her life or even his or her soul.
If someone were to take advantage of this, then through a series of operations, they could revive one of them and let the other die "accidentally", and let the survivor continue to work for them.
Most importantly, Sylvanas never felt that she had any bargaining chips to exchange with Zuo Si.
This seriously unequal relationship made her feel very uneasy.
"Haha, you are really as interesting as your father described, and I like your independent and strong character.
But you have to understand, this is not a deal at all, it's more like a gift.
You have certain qualities that your father is interested in, so he chose you.
What you need to do is not to ponder what you can give, but to accept it calmly.
After all, you have become the twisted undead you are now, what do you have to lose?"
After saying that, Zariel walked up delicately, gently held up the Dark Queen's cold face that had been severely eroded by death and shadow energy, and suddenly released the suffocating power of the Great Devil without any warning.
The direct impact on Sylvanas' soul caused her spirit to fluctuate violently. Not only did thick black mist begin to emanate from her entire body, but one could also vaguely see mental power wriggling in the mist like tentacles.
There is no doubt that this is her true form as the undead banshee.
Sylvanas would only appear in this form when she was in real danger or when her body was out of control.
Fortunately, Zariel did not continue to force the other party. Instead, he demonstrated his strength and then let go of his hand, allowing Sylvanas to fall to the ground in horror.
The latter finally realized in this brief gaze that if the famous Khorne angel in front of him wanted to destroy his soul, he didn't even need to do it himself, he could easily do it with just a thought.
If even Zariel could do this, how powerful would Zuo Si, who created her, be? Sylvanas's psychological defenses completely collapsed at this moment, and her desire to be resurrected became stronger and stronger.
But Zuo Si obviously didn't know that his "good daughter" Zariel had already helped him a lot and was now standing only a step away from the front line of the bloody battle.
No matter how fierce and intense the fighting over there is, the devil and the demons will not cross the invisible line and bring the war to this empty area.
The reason is very simple! Here stand the three sealed Eldrazi titans: Emrakul, Ulamog, and Kozilek.
Having witnessed their terrifying destructive power and the horrific sight of leaving no grass behind wherever they passed, even the celestial beings from the upper planes who sent troops to protect this place from intrusion built their garrisons far away.
Even those high and mighty gods dare not approach easily.
But Zuo Si was obviously an exception.
When he appeared, neither the alien god servants nor the Seraph god servants had the slightest intention of stopping him. They just stood in the distance and stared at him with vigilant eyes.
They obviously knew very well that if Zuo Xi Jinping wanted to open the seal, they would have no way to do anything at all, let alone stop him.
After all, up to now, no one has been able to crack those huge crystals floating in the sky.
Seeing that these angels were so "well-behaved and sensible", Zuo Si did not make things difficult for them. He went directly to the top of Emrakul, who looked like a huge devil, and manipulated the crystals to slightly open a gap in the seal.
moment!
This powerful void life that condensed the concept of "self" in the only hive consciousness once again appeared in the spiritual world.
However, this time, it used the image of a Seraph of unknown gender and asked directly: "Do you want to sign a contract with us in exchange for the knowledge and power of the Dark Void?"
"Yes, I have thought about it. But there is a prerequisite, that is, what can be eaten, what cannot be eaten, and how much to eat must be controlled by me."
Zuo Si proposed the terms of exchange in an extremely serious and solemn manner.
He obviously knew what he was dealing with, and also understood the huge dangers involved.
But the problem is that if you don't do this, it will be impossible to catch up with the elder dragon brothers, Nicol Bolas and the spirit dragon Ugin, in a short time.
Especially our understanding of the dark void is too little.
“You should know full well that this is impossible.
Because I am the only Eldrazi titan with a self and reason.
Ulamog and Kozilek still acted on raw instinct and the hive mind.
They simply don't know how to control their desire for energy, and only frantically devour everything around them to strengthen themselves.
Even I can't control it or stop it."
While saying this, a very strange and distorted expression appeared on the face of Emrakul's Seraph Servant, as if mocking Zuo Si's arrogance.
But Zuo Si had obviously anticipated this result, and explained calmly: "Then I will sign a contract with you alone. As for Ulamo and Kozilek, I will only awaken them when needed."
"Oh? You want to separate the three of us?"
There was a hint of surprise in Emrakul's tone.
Zuo Si nodded slightly. "That's right. I hate too many uncontrollable factors in a deal. Since you are the only Eldrazi Titan with self-awareness and rationality, then you are the one. After all, I can't expect them to abide by the agreement when they are still acting on instinct, right?"
"Haha, your words remind me of Wu Jin back then. You are both equally conceited, both thinking that you are special and can be above everything with your clever minds."
There was a hint of mockery in Emrakul's eyes.
"Did Wu Jin do the same thing back then?"
Zuo Si was obviously surprised, but after just a second or two he looked thoughtful.
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