Under the influence of the terrifying dragon breath spewed out by several heads, Munozdo's body quickly collapsed and disintegrated, and finally only a small piece of translucent crystal emitting a dim light remained, and hourglass-shaped patterns of varying sizes could be vaguely seen on the surface.
This is the essence of his vitality, soul and residual time power, and can also be regarded as a residue similar to ashes.
From this moment on, both the Bronze Dragon and the Eternal Dragon completely lost the ability to control time.
Countless parties that were still fighting in the torrent of time in the previous second were shocked to find that they had been forcibly driven out in the next second, and completely lost the power to control time and travel freely through various chaotic timelines.
Obviously, whether it is a bronze dragon or an eternal dragon, the source of its ability to control time is Nozdormu or Murozdor, the guardian dragon.
Once they lose their Titan power, their offspring and populations will quickly transform into ordinary dragons.
Even the time flow above the Cave of Time, which looked both spectacular and strange, was converging towards the deepest part at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally all poured into the dragon head that had just grown out of Zuo Si.
Needless to say, he has now completely replaced the Bronze Dragon King and the Eternal Dragon King and become the sole controller of the power of time on the entire planet Azeroth.
Billions of chaotic time fragments that are merging and disappearing keep flashing before your eyes, until they converge into a unique and stable timeline.
Unless Aman'thul, the father of the gods of the Titan Pantheon, comes in person, no external force can affect the stability of this unique timeline.
Feeling the power of being able to peek into the past and the future through the torrent of time, Zuo Si suddenly raised his head and asked Nozdormu: "So this is the reason why all timelines merge together? Since I have gained the power of time at this moment, neither you nor M'Nozdormu can change the impact I caused in the past?"
“No, great Lord Soth.
This is not a simple cause and effect relationship, but a more complex existential issue.
As long as there is no force that can defeat or prevent you from entering this universe, you will inevitably obtain the power of the Titans from me and Mrozdó, and eventually become the controller of time in Azeroth.
But among the countless possibilities for the future, I did not see the emergence of this force.
That means that what is happening now is bound to happen, and there is no way to interfere by reversing a certain node on the timeline.
So I chose to submit to my fate and let go of the heavy responsibilities and pain I had been carrying.
The other fallen me chose to fight, trying to use the power of time to regain control of my own destiny.
That's why I'm still alive and he's dead."
While saying this, the Bronze Dragon King looked at his fallen self who had turned into a piece of crystal, and there was a hint of sadness in his tone.
He had foreseen all this would happen a long time ago, but was powerless to change or stop it, just like he could only watch those catastrophic tragedies in Azeroth's history happen and could do nothing.
Because every rash interference will lead to a series of new problems and new troubles.
For example, if Arthas was stopped from completing the massacre of Stratholme, then Jaina would take up Frostmourne in place of her prince and become an even more terrifying Lich King.
For example, if we prevent Neltharion from obtaining the power of the Titans in advance and thus avoid the birth of Deathwing, then in the later timeline, the local coalition will be defeated in the War of the Ancients due to the lack of the "Dragon Soul", and the Burning Legion will completely distort the star-soul of Azeroth into a second Argus.
This is why bronze dragons are different from other guardian dragons and always live in seclusion.
Because they are afraid that being too close to mortals will lead to the loss of their most important absolute neutrality, they can't help but want to change history at certain critical moments.
Therefore, the bronze dragon is the most indifferent guardian dragon.
They watched helplessly as the rebellious black dragonflight launched a brutal massacre on the blue dragonflight, and watched as Malygos fell completely into grief and madness, and was eventually killed by the mages of Dalaran and the red dragonflight.
Similarly, they watched helplessly as the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza was enslaved by the orcs, and that she constantly sent her offspring hatched from dragon eggs to the battlefield to fight against the Alliance, and then they were shot down by various long-range weapons and turned into burning corpses.
What's even more cruel is that Nozdormu has always known that at some point in the future he will go completely crazy and turn into Murozono, but he can't change this outcome at all.
Sometimes he even wondered whether the power he had obtained was a blessing from the Titan Guardian or a terrible curse.
But now, the Bronze Dragon King is finally free. He no longer needs to worry about the future of this world, nor does he need to worry about future scenes filled with darkness and destruction.
You can fly in the sky as you please and enjoy the breeze blowing across your cheeks, or you can hunt your favorite woolly rhinoceros or mammoth and fill your hungry appetite with the delicious and juicy meat.
You know, ever since he gained the power to control time, he can't remember when was the last time he flew freely.
As the saying goes, contentment brings happiness.
At this moment, Nozdormu had obviously gained enlightenment and figured out everything.
Zuo Si obviously noticed this and couldn't help but ask with a smile: "Then what do you want, or what kind of power do you want? As a reward for your cooperation, I can fulfill it immediately as long as it's not too outrageous."
Nozdormu shook his head slightly. "No, I don't need anything. Thank you for your kindness. If you don't mind, could you please ask the children outside to stop this meaningless fight? You know, they have already paid a lot of sacrifices for this."
"Of course."
As he spoke, Zuo Si waved to Milok, who had been resting in the dark not far away.
The latter, who was still in dwarf form, hurriedly ran up on his short legs and asked nervously, "Master, do you have any instructions?"
It was not difficult to tell from the tense expression on her face how great a psychological impact Munozdo's death had on her.
You have to know that he is the King of Eternal Dragons! He once fought fiercely with the Bronze Dragon Legion in thousands of timelines, and even won the dominance and control over almost half of the timelines.
But now he was being crushed to death as easily as an ant, without any ability to resist from beginning to end.
Although Milok had already known about this incident from a fragment of time, he was still shocked after witnessing it with his own eyes, and at the same time felt a strong sense of awe and fear for this new master.
Especially the creepy huge dragon heads in the dragon form, each of which contains terrifying power.
"Relax."
Zuo Si calmed the nervous little guy, raised his front paws, brought the crystal emitting dim fluorescence to Milok and crushed it gently.
Snap! With a crisp sound echoing in the cave, Milok instantly switched from dwarf form to eternal dragon form uncontrollably, and quickly absorbed the overflowing energy, and his body expanded several times in size.
Especially the horns and claws on the forehead, which showed a bright light very similar to that of Mnozdo.
The time ability that had originally disappeared was restored in an instant.
Before Milok could react to what was happening, he heard Zuo Si's whisper in his ears.
"From this moment on, you are the new King of the Eternal Dragons. Now go and end this war about time, and have all the Eternal Dragons report to the Sunwell."
"As you wish..."
Mirok bowed deeply to his master, then leaped out from the bottom of the Caverns of Time. He used the power of time at his disposal to separate the eternal dragons and bronze dragons that were fighting each other, and sent back the allies he had recruited from other time fragments.
After a while, the battles in every corner of the Caverns of Time came to an end.
Finally, the Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu also appeared and announced the end of his mission to his descendants. From now on, they can live freely without having to bear any responsibilities.
Although this breaking news made the bronze dragons feel empty and at a loss at first, they soon began to fly away from the Caverns of Time in groups, intending to find an uninhabited island or deep mountain to resettle their home.
The Eternal Dragon Legion, led by their new queen, Mirok, crossed the Endless Sea and headed straight to the Island of Quel'Danas to report for duty.
After the Blue Dragon and Red Dragon Legions, Zuo Si also successfully dealt with the Bronze Dragon and Eternal Dragon Legions.
Now all he needs are the Green Dragon Legion that has not made any moves yet and the Black Dragon Legion that is still doing things in secret, and then he will be able to completely deal with all the guardian dragons.
But this kind of thing obviously cannot be rushed.
After all, the green dragons are busy fighting against the invasion of Xavius, the Nightmare Lord, and Deathwing is hiding at the suggestion of the Old Gods.
Although Zuo Si can use the time power he just acquired to go directly to specific nodes and root out these evils one by one.
But he did not choose to do so, instead he planned to let the residents of Azeroth handle it themselves.
You know, this is an important process for cultivating star soul consciousness and personality.
If we interfere too much, it may cause the awakening of the Star Soul to be significantly delayed, or some terrible defects may appear in the character after awakening.
This is not the result Zuo Si wanted to see.
He used the power of time very carefully to peer into the future, constantly adjusting his strategy and casting the life magic he learned from Sorin Markov to influence the star souls, ensuring that the final result was exactly as he expected.
For this purpose, a table was also developed to record all key time nodes.
After doing all this, Zuo Si temporarily left the universe where Azeroth was located and appeared in the central tower of the Mutahal floating city controlled by the diary.
Having just completed the cross-time and space transmission, the first thing he saw was all kinds of absurd scenes that were disgusting to the eyes.
The library, which was originally filled with precious books, has now been converted into a semi-open-air sky swimming pool. Thousands of women in different styles of swimsuits are gathered together, swimming, enjoying wine and food, or hugging each other for intimate interactions.
Looking down through the protruding rooftop, in addition to the magic crystal towers standing all over the city, the streets are filled with women dressed sexy.
Among them there are vampires and ghosts who have been transformed into undead, cyborgs who have been completely transformed by the oil but still retain their beautiful appearance, and even humans, elves, angels, demons, devils, beast-eared girls and other rare races who came from nowhere...
Anyway, there is not a single thing that can be called "public" in the entire floating city.
Even the animals that were not sure whether to be combat units or pets were all female.
It must be said that this sight of all the singing and dancing of birds really made Zuo Si a little overwhelmed.
Although he had long known that the Diary guy was not a human being, he never expected that he would be so inhumane to this extent, completely treating this floating city as his own harem.
Judging from the numbers, there are at least hundreds of thousands of them.
Some of them were clearly under the influence of charm and mind-control magic.
There are countless enjoyment facilities and extravagant entertainment venues everywhere, which are not inferior to the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Baator Hell.
What does extravagance mean?
Just look at the current scene of Mutahar's floating city and you will know.
The combat platforms and long-range firepower delivery weapons that were originally placed around the city were also hidden by the deformed mechanical structures given during the oil-burning process.
Unless you enter combat mode, you can't see it at all.
Just when Zuo Sixiang was about to read Shuoyou's records to see what kind of crazy things this bastard had done behind his back, the latter instantly teleported back through the huge transmission network formed by the Magic Crystal Tower and greeted him with a grin.
"Hey! Isn't this my wise and mighty master? What brings you here today? Do you want me to gather hundreds of beauties to hold a grand welcoming ceremony?"
"Stop being so glib! Could you explain to me what's going on, please?"
Zuo Si's mouth twitched as he pointed at the swimming pool and the groups of women on the street and asked.
This is fucking exaggerated! You have to know that the number of concubines of the most foolish and lustful emperors in ancient times, including ordinary palace maids, was no more than 30,000.
But here it has more than doubled tenfold.
"Ah! You are talking about them.
Some of them were defeated captives, and some were nobles, queens, concubines, and princesses who were enslaved after their country was destroyed.
Anyway, they are basically weak women who have lost their support and ability to live.
I took them in with reluctance because I felt sorry for them.
Otherwise, you should know what fate awaits these women.
In addition, there may be some adventurers and mercenaries who do not want to live on the edge of a knife and take the initiative to surrender, as well as thieves, robbers, swindlers, and killers who are wanted and caught by me.
Don't worry, I promise I didn't cross any line."
The diary gave an explanation with a smug look on its face.
Even as he spoke he blew kisses to the women who were standing by the pool wearing nothing but strings or bits of fabric.
This made Zuo Si hold his forehead and sigh involuntarily: "Alas - maybe creating you was a mistake, a huge and unforgivable mistake. Every time I see you, I feel that my bottom line has been refreshed, and an indescribable sense of shame surges from the bottom of my heart."
But the diary curled its lips nonchalantly: "Shame? That's right. Anyone will inevitably feel embarrassed when they see that they have no sense of propriety or shame. But you can't deny that I am a part of you, a magnified embodiment of your subconscious and desires. What's more, I have done a lot for you."
"I have never denied this point. But could you please restrain yourself a little? Look at this floating city, you are almost turning it into a super den of pleasure." Zuo Si complained unhappily.
"Hehe! Don't underestimate the Mutahar floating city. Its current appearance is just a disguise. Once it enters a state of war, it will soon transform into the most powerful magic fortress."
After that, the diary raised its hand and snapped its fingers.
moment!
A shrill sirens began to echo over the city.
The women who were playing, fighting, shopping and enjoying a good life in the last second, began to rush into the nearest underground entrance at a very fast speed in the next second, and soon turned into fully armed fighters.
Those entertainment venues also disappeared in a very short period of time as large-scale mechanical structures were deformed. They were replaced by electromagnetic cannons of varying sizes, magic heavy artillery, and organized legions of mechanical undead and constructs.
The crystal clear magic crystal towers began to release the energy they stored in their daily lives, preparing to open the door to the other dimension and summon other creatures to fight.
There is no doubt that Mutahar's combat power is definitely stronger than those fel warships that have been fully transformed by the spark oil, and it can also sail in the cold outer space like the fel warships.
"Well, are you satisfied now?" the diary asked with a little pride.
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Well, it seems pretty good, it should barely meet my requirements."
"What do you want?"
The diary keenly captured a key word.
Since he was originally a magical creation condensed from Zuo Si's memories and thoughts, he knows his creator far better than outsiders.
"Yes. I plan to build a trans-dimensional beacon tower in the Mutahar floating city to launch various knowledge and information to the entire multiverse."
Zuo Si directly stated the purpose of his trip.
After hearing this, the diary opened its eyes wide in shock. After a full minute, it asked in an uncertain tone: "You want to send information directly to thousands of time and space at the same time, and then make the Mutahar floating city a transmission transit station to receive the signal?
This is simply too crazy! Aren't you afraid of the backlash of the Dark Forest Law? Once a super civilization in a certain time and space has powerful technology and magic power, or there is a planeswalker who ignites a spark, then they can directly follow the signal and come over.
A big war will inevitably be fought then."
"Then let's fight! Do I think I'm afraid of war after having come this far from a mere magic apprentice? Now I not only control New Phyrexia and Shining Oil in Mirrodin, but also have the demon army in Baator and the physical universe where half of Azeroth is located as support.
In addition, many powerful gods are my close allies.
The ones who should be afraid are not me, but the worlds that receive the signal and expose their own spatial coordinates.
Because from the moment of contact, their fate is in my hands."
While saying this, Zuo Si raised his gloved hand and made a fist, emitting a terrifying aura and sense of oppression from his whole body.
Upon seeing this, the diary could not help but curse in a low voice: "Damn it! Why is it the Mutahar Floating City? Wouldn't it be better to put it in the Plantia Floating City?
There is also the Fourth Disaster, which has expanded to millions and can escort your plans at any time.
You have to know that after a period of baptism, the average level of those players has basically crossed the legendary threshold, and the population of non-human intelligent creatures in the world has dropped by almost two-thirds.
The very few remaining forces even regard him as a devil in human skin.
因为他们发起风来的时候既不在乎自己的死活，也不在乎别人的死活。”
“哦？那边的情况现在如何了？关于始源魔法的调查和研究有什么进展吗？”
左思十分好奇的问了一句。
由于他最近一段时间在忙其别的事情，因此对于自己招募来的第四天灾一直在放养，根本不清楚这个全权交给盟友夏恩七世负责的世界究竟怎么样了。
日记本苦笑着解释道：“进展倒是有，但是缺不多。
在你上一次离开之后，夏恩七世借助纳萨力克大坟墓制造的混乱和动荡设下一个陷阱，成功捕获了白金龙王和他的同伴。
通过对这条真龙王的解剖和一系列丧心病狂的测试，基本可以确定始源魔法跟灵魂有关。
夏恩七世把白金龙王的灵魂剥离出来，配合龙角与死灵魔法只做了一件威力惊人的邪恶神器。
利用这件神器，他就可以释放对方掌握的始源魔法。
至于具体的情况是怎么回事，你还是直接找机会问他本人好了。
反正这个半巫妖认为一旦完全掌握这种有趣的魔法，甚至能够把自己从亡态重新转化成活人，亦或是巨龙之类的任意形态。
而且这种转化不光是形体上的，还包括灵魂的本质。”
“听起来好像还不错。虽然对于现在的我而言已经用处已经不是很大了，但作为一种辅助手段还是相当不错的。”左思饶有兴致的评价道。
因为相比起阿古斯星球上囚禁的几个宇宙级别泰坦星魂，还有萨格拉斯这个最强黑暗泰坦，区区一个世界的力量已经变得微不足道了。
确切地说就连泰坦创造的高级守护者，以及那些没有固定形态的助手——星圣，都能轻而易举摧毁一颗没有孕育星魂的星球。
“你难道不觉得自己最近的力量膨胀速度的有些过快了吗？”日记本忍不住出言提醒道。
左思漫不经心的回答：“这也是没有办法的事情。
你应该知道，随着时空渡桥落在我的手上，距离尼可·波拉斯发动火花之战的日子已经越来越近了。
而且我也是最近才知道，灵龙乌金的旅法师能力是借助黑暗虚空把物质和能量相互转化。
也就是说，只要他愿意随时可以获得无穷无尽的能量供自己使用。
可即便如此，这家伙仍旧被自己的兄弟尼可·波拉斯击杀了两次。
刨除可能性不高的故意送死之外，只能证明尼可·波拉斯的强大远超想象。
所以我也必须要获得至少能与他们相媲美的力量。”
“什么？乌金的旅法师力量是自由转化物质和能量？你在开玩笑吗！这简直就是在爱因斯坦的棺材板上蹦迪！”
日记本满脸都是难以置信的表情。
“开玩笑？你觉得我会在这种事情上开玩笑？”
左思一边反问，一边抬起双手，冒着巨大的风险让自己的旅法师火花与黑暗虚空连接。
下一秒……
他其中一个掌心里握着的金币就凭空消失了。
紧跟着一股无法用语言形容的庞大能量迅速从另外一只手涌出，直接在头顶的天空上引发了毁天灭地的爆炸。
爆炸瞬间所产生的白光甚至让太阳都为之黯然失色。
光是冲击波就把整个大气层撕裂开一道口子。
厚重的云层掀起一波波如同浪花一样的壮观景色。
震耳欲聋的巨响更是把地面上的平民吓得瘫坐在地上，满脸都是恐惧和绝望的表情。
不过好在这能量爆炸来得快去得也快。
等释放的能量全部耗尽，一切也就迅速恢复正常。
唯有知晓起其中厉害的日记本下意识吞了口唾沫，用带着一丝颤抖的声音问：“这……这就是那枚金币十几克物质湮灭后所释放出来的能量？相当一颗同等重量的反物质炸弹？”
左思脸色凝重的点了下头：“没错。
质量即能量，我都不敢相信以前学过的物理竟然会在这种时候派上用场。
你敢想象当把一整个世界乃至半个宇宙的物质都扔进黑暗虚空，然后将其全部转化成能量的结果吗？
那种毁灭性的破坏力能够杀死任何神明、把一切所谓的规则完全碾碎！
而这就是灵龙乌金所拥有的能力。
现在的我只不过是初步摸索到了一点窍门。”
“好吧，我想我明白你为何对力量突然之间有了如此强烈的渴望。假如连乌金都拥有这样的力量，那你的确还需要变得更强才行。”
日记本眼神中非常罕见透露出一丝危机感和紧迫感。
毕竟他跟自己的主人是密不可分的一个整体。
如果后者在火花之战中惨败或是死了，那他也甭指望能够独善其身，所有这一切可以尽情放纵欲望的美好生活也会随之一起消失。
“我需要你在一个月之内在穆塔哈尔浮空城内建造好这个。”
左思直截了当从怀中取出一个用金属打造的圆盘。
别看只有区区杯口大小，可却是使用了泰坦科技，里边的容量相当于几百万个大数据存储中心加在一起的总和。
毕竟这玩意一张，就能把艾泽拉斯星球长达几万年的生态演化全部记录完毕。
日记本显然早已通过烁油知晓了这些科技，立马接过来插进旁边一台从地面钻出的机器接口。
转瞬之间！
一个巨大的尖塔状建筑便投影在两人的中间。
从标记的数据来看，它的高度至少要在两千米以上，主体必须由魔法金属锻造而成，并且从底部到顶部总计需要高达百万次的附魔。
光是恐怖的成本投入都足以耗尽好几个魔法力量不是很充沛星球的稀有资源。
不过这还仅仅只是最基础的部分。
整个信号塔在启动的时候，还需要两颗旅法师火花。
其中一颗用来作为照亮黑暗虚空的明灯，而另外一颗则作为点燃它的火种。
也就是说需要永久性消耗一个宝贵的火花。
如此大手笔，连向来有点不着调的日记本都感受到了主人那不可动摇的决心。
沉默良久之后，他才抬起头斩钉截铁的保证道：“好！一个月就一个月！三十天之后你会看到它耸立在穆塔哈尔浮空城的中心。”
左思脸上浮现出满意之色：“非常好！关于这座超时空信标塔所要消耗的资源你不用担心，我会让金吉塔厦源源不断的给你送过来。如果你能按时完成任务，我会考虑允许你前往某些我们都比较熟悉的世界去执行任务。”
“比如？”
日记本两眼瞬间放光，用十分猥琐的动作舔了舔嘴唇。
“你自己慢慢想吧，反正到时候超时空信标就耸立在你的地盘上，你可以有针对性的操控它去寻找和搜索那些自己想去的世界。不过小心点别被干掉了，我可不希望到时候还要给你收拾烂摊子。”
说罢，左思也不理会日记本的抗议，整个人瞬间启动火花消失在原地。
随着超时空信标塔被提上日程，他已经可以预见自己接下来会变得有多么忙碌，因此打算返回费伦大陆去把该处理的事情都处理一下。
……
与此同时，远在塞洛斯时空。
刚刚晋升为贪欢之神谢纳戈斯，正在自称阿尔金斯的深狱炼魔蛊惑下，尝试着颠覆那些原本高高在上神明的信仰根基。
凭借粉红之书中记载的那些魔法，还有刻在凡人基因中繁衍的本能，整个世界大量城邦的居民开始不可避免的陷入纵欲的狂款中无法自拔。
毕竟这个世界原本就是一个充斥着类似古希腊神话时代的开放风气，对于男欢女爱并没有太多的禁锢，甚至就连同性之间都可以被社会广泛接纳和认可。
同时接受两种性别的人数甚至能够占到总人口的五分之一乃至更多。
再加上谢纳戈斯是塞洛斯时空第一个由凡人封神的例子，因此迅速受到了无数野心家的追捧。
那些渴望获得永生的当权者甚至不顾其他神明祭祀的反对，公开宣称自己是贪欢之神的信徒，试图以这种方式来讨得谢纳戈斯的欢心，以便获得凡人封神的具体方法。
如果换成是以前，谢纳戈斯当然不可能吧这样的秘密分享给其他人。
但在深狱炼魔阿尔金斯的分析下，他突然意识到把这个秘密散播出去要远比自己一个人独享能带来的好处更多。
因为一旦塞洛斯时空的凡人知晓了成神的秘密之后，必然会在未来诞生一大批凡人神明，进而与赫利欧德那批原生神明形成对抗。
到时候自己就可以名正言顺成为凡人神明的领导者，根本无需再担心可能会遭到的群殴。
要是能彻底推翻原生神明建立的秩序迎来一个凡人神明的时代，那作为这一切的开创者，谢纳戈斯必然会成为众神之王。
At the thought of obtaining the supreme authority to rule over everything in the world, Xenagos felt extremely excited in his heart. He continuously consumed his divine power to cast pink magic on the residents of the city-state below who were reveling, allowing them to vent all the desires in their subconscious minds, thereby consolidating his own power.
After he finished all this, he turned around and asked the Hell Devil standing beside him with a smile: "How is it? I, the God of Pleasure, did a good job, right?"
"Of course! You are simply a model among gods and you have faithfully performed your duties. I believe that it won't be long before your power reaches the level of Heliod, the sun god." Alkins grinned and complimented.
As a devil standing at the highest level on the road to hell's promotion, he knows better than anyone that if he wants to do his job better, he must first use all kinds of sweet words and horses to please the other party.
So it's usually quite pleasant to work with the devil on something.
Especially when your status and importance are far higher than his, devils often show their extremely high emotional intelligence and social skills.
However, Xenagos obviously didn't know this. He thought that this powerful devil had been completely dormant by his charm, and a smug smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"Well said! That bastard Heliod actually tried to unite with other gods to kill me. When I have power comparable to his, I will make him pay a heavy price for it."
"Of course! After all, you are going to be the great king of the gods.
Even the sun pales in comparison to you.
But I suggest you be careful of the female knight named Elspeth.
She appears to possess a very special power, and a weapon that is dangerous enough to threaten you."
The Hell Demon reminded cautiously.
But Xenagos curled his lips in disdain: “You don’t need to worry.
Elspeth is just a humble planeswalker.
The power she possesses is simply not comparable to mine.
What's more, Heliod had developed a dislike for her because of the failure of the last mission, and it was said that he was sending people to hunt down her and the lion.
Most importantly, they cannot enter the Realm of Nyx without the guidance of the gods."
The other party in front of him refused to listen to his advice at all, so the Hell Demon decisively ended the conversation, lowered his head slightly and remained silent.
Through observation and intelligence gathering during this period, he discovered that the gods of this world were simply too weak and could not be compared with the gods he had previously calculated.
Of course, the weakness here does not refer to strength, but to character and thought.
Perhaps because they have never felt any threat from the outside, the greatest characteristic of the gods of Theros is their extreme arrogance and conceit.
They never took the mortals who provided them with faith seriously, and they were also incompetent in fulfilling their duties.
Fights between them often ended in the destruction of a city-state.
Mortals' feelings toward the gods are more out of fear of destruction than faith and gratitude.
In this respect, it is very similar to the furious gods of Toril.
Therefore, the Devil of Hell formulated a series of strategies. First, they allowed more ambitious and eager mortals to obtain the secret of deification in this time and space, and then stimulated the chaotic and evil nature in Xenagos's bones, causing him to constantly provoke the proud and conceited main gods like Heliod, the sun god.
In this case, fierce conflict or even war between the two sides becomes inevitable.
What he had to do was to hide behind the scenes and record everything he saw, and then send it back to the lord he was loyal to - Zuo Si.
If the latter allowed it, this hellish demon wouldn't mind re-enacting the great battle of gods that he had caused in another dimension.
Anyway, the more gods die in this world, the easier it will be for the devils to infiltrate and control it.
If you're lucky, you might even be able to create a few of the devil's own gods.
After all, the rule of the plane of Theros is that as long as mortals believe that you are a god, then you are a god, even if you are not.
Therefore, it is not difficult for the devil to be deified here.
Just as the Hell Demon narrowed his eyes and pondered what to do next, a commotion suddenly came from a distance.
Then he saw Elspeth, dressed in white armor and holding a holy sword, rushing towards him from a distance at an extremely fast speed, her eyes filled with naked and undisguised anger.
"Xenagos!!!! Today is the day you die!"
"Ah! Look who's here. Isn't this the poor little dog abandoned by Heliod? Why, do you want to vent all your anger on me?"
Xenagos swung his huge hand violently, swatting the charging Elspeth away like a bug.
You have to know that the gods of the time and space of Theros are all super giant creatures, and their size can even compete with the Eldrazi Titans.
So when they appear, the entire city-state will be shrouded by their huge figure.
As for a person, in terms of proportion, he may not even be considered an ant.
However, compared to Xenagos's arrogance, the Hellfire is very cautious.
Because he knew that the lord he was loyal to, Zuo Si, was a planeswalker, so he was very wary of these life forms that possessed sparks and were between mortals and transcendents.
(End of this chapter)