Martinot raised his head and stared into the Lord of Hell's eyes, which were flashing with evil red light, with an expression of doubt and confusion on his face.
As perhaps one of the few truly trustworthy subordinates of Asmodeus, he has been deeply involved in the game with lords of many levels more than once, and has witnessed the rise and fall of countless lords of the levels.
But no one has ever been able to reach a tacit understanding with his master like Zuo Si, which only the two of them can understand.
It was as if the two of them had telepathic connection. No matter how obscure the signal one of them sent out, the other would immediately receive and respond.
Moreover, Asmodeus' attitude towards Zuo Si was also very strange. He did not use him or guard against him like he did towards lords of other levels. Instead, it was closer to an equal cooperation.
Otherwise, if other levels had developed to the level of the ninth level, which was enough to threaten Nessus, all kinds of ambitious traitors would have jumped out to challenge the lord's authority and try to seize power and usurp the throne.
At that time, this level will fall into endless internal friction and gradually decline.
In fact, most of the changes in the level lords in Baator were more or less secretly condoned or even supported by Asmodeus.
Otherwise, with the blessing of the powerful lawful evil will of the plane, lords of all levels will be able to control their subordinates.
Through this kind of political means, the Lord of Hell can easily deal with challengers one after another within the rules without even having to use his supreme authority.
This is also why there are various speculations about Asmodeus’ true identity.
He is so mysterious, even more unpredictable than the Will of the Abyss. He has never shown his true power once from beginning to end.
Because so far there has been no enemy that requires him to go all out, and he can often eliminate all threats simply by downplaying them.
So Martinot was not sure what was going on in his master's mind, and how he should proceed.
Asmodeus undoubtedly noticed his steward's reaction, and explained with a faint smile on his face: "You have to understand that when a person can bring huge benefits and advantages to a group, he will naturally become a natural leader and the center of the political storm.
Regardless of whether he has such intention or not, he may be carried forward by the huge vested interest groups behind him.
This is the case with Soth right now.
Due to his long absence from Baator, he neglected the fact that while he continued to bring in massive amounts of souls, he had been regarded as the only hope for promotion by countless devils.
Because in the original system, it would take at least decades or even hundreds of years for a devil to climb up from the bottom.
This is determined by the total amount of souls we can obtain, so the promotion of demons is often very difficult.
But now, as the souls obtained began to grow exponentially, the energy possessed by hell as a whole was enough to support more devils to be promoted from low-level to high-level.
What's more, Soth even allowed other lords to send their men into that huge city to lure mortals into signing contracts so that all devils could benefit from it.
So before he knew it, a fairly large but very loose group had gathered behind him.
Now all I need is someone to take the lead, and this group will quickly gather together to form an extremely powerful driving force, pushing him to the opposite side of me.
Only when he becomes the Lord of Hell, can all levels of Baator Hell enjoy the same treatment as the ninth level.
In other words, South is trying to increase the total amount rather than compete for the existing stock.
But those demons who hope that Soth can replace me as the new Lord of Hell do not know that the moment he replaces me, he will lose the power of the Planeswalker, and then lose the souls that continue to pour in from other time and space and universes.
That's why I would take this opportunity to remind him and let him know that the time has come to make a choice.
Otherwise, when this vested interest group expands to a certain extent, it may trigger a resonance of the plane's will.
By then, he and I will inevitably become mortal enemies.
Of course, I believe that Isoth is smart enough to have realized his situation and made the right choice by now.
So don't worry, he will answer with practical actions soon."
As we all know, someone who knows how to divide the cake is usually an excellent manager.
Because he needs to distribute the benefits within the existing stock in a way that is acceptable to everyone, to ensure that the strong party does not take too much and that the weak party does not starve to death.
Only in this way can we ensure the stability of the basic foundation.
Most of the time, what the supreme ruler does is divide the cake.
If the division is done well, then the regime can continue stably.
If the division is not done well, either the upper class will be dissatisfied and launch a coup to seize power, or the lower class will be unable to survive and will revolt and overturn the table.
And Asmodeus happens to be such a master at dividing the cake.
Under his rule, there has never been a bottom-up uprising in Baator aimed at overthrowing the existing rulers, and no nobles or level lords have ever dared to stand up and publicly declare that they want to seize the position of Lord of Hell.
Because he always gets stuck on the edge of everyone's bottom line and will never take even one step forward.
It is precisely because of this that he is extremely clear about what it means to be someone who can continuously make the pie bigger, and he understands even more what crazy actions those devils who had no hope of promotion before would take for Zuo Si.
"I see. I think I understand what you mean."
Martinot bowed his head deeply, paying homage to his master of unfathomable wisdom.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the Lord of Hell suddenly asked, "What's the situation of the battle outside now?"
“Everything is going according to your script.
Zariel has been surprisingly honest this time, at least not behaving out of line so far.
In addition, using the cover of war, we have hidden at least ten devil legions.
If everything goes well, it won’t take long to achieve the desired goal.”
Martinot told him without hesitation all he knew.
It is not difficult to hear from these words that the tragic casualties on the battlefield were actually fake.
Especially those who fell down and died, they were not actually dead at all, they were just injured.
The moment they fell, they would be immediately absorbed into the soil and teleported to Malshem, the fortress of hell.
So even though the fight looks fierce, it is actually a group of veteran actors showing off their acting skills and they will not hit each other's fatal parts.
"Very good! Keep it up."
Asmodeus nodded in satisfaction, then sat on the sofa and silently looked at the sky outside which was as red as blood, and no one knew what he was thinking.
…
Almost at the same time, in Dis, far away on the second level, Viscount Maman's army had surrounded Grand Duke Disbart's steel city and launched a fierce attack without even a word.
Thanks to the technological advances brought about by the technological spillover from the huge cyberpunk city, thousands of magic cannons were lined up in the distance, constantly making deafening roars.
One after another, powerful artillery shells streaked across the sky and hit the city walls or inside the city, causing violent explosions.
Some super-large-caliber magic cannons can even fire shells weighing dozens or even hundreds of tons. The explosive power is enough to flatten an area the size of several football fields in an instant.
No matter whether it is a building or something else, after being bombed, all that is left are the horrific craters and the unrecognizable ruins around them.
Even solid steel appears extremely fragile in the face of such powerful weapons.
But the legions under Grand Duke Disparte are obviously not vegetarians either.
In particular, the mage towers and long-range rocket launchers scattered at high places can also retaliate against the enemy's artillery positions.
As a result, the armies under the command of the lords on the two levels began to engage in artillery battles, and the fighting was very lively.
There were even a large number of demons with flying abilities fighting each other overhead.
If we add in the elite commandos who teleport by magic and swim through the lava from below, it is an all-round war involving land, sea and air.
The situation on the battlefield is changing almost every moment.
Any commander with a slightly lower level of ability would be in a panic and not know what to do.
Because there is simply too much information that needs to be analyzed and processed in a short period of time.
Many pit fiends often need to issue more than five orders quickly within a few seconds.
Otherwise, the defense lines in certain areas may be at risk of collapse.
Such rapid mobilization of troops and defenses has clearly exceeded the capabilities of ordinary humans.
Even the AI-assisted fleets of the interstellar age can never match the tactics, strategy, and military prowess of the devils of Baator.
Since neither side had any intention of communicating or negotiating, the war was extremely fierce from the beginning.
Viscount Mammon, who had been a fence-sitter for many times, was finally willing to go all out this time. Not only did he bring all his family assets, he also hired yugoloths to work for him.
In just a few hours, the outermost steel wall had become riddled with holes and was on the verge of crumbling.
In some places, gaps even opened up, and countless demons were pouring in without stopping, clearing the ruins and corpses, and clearing a path forward for the legions behind.
“Sir, in half an hour at most, we will be able to completely eliminate the resistance at the outermost wall and realize the first step of your grand plan.
But the problem is that this reckless attack caused too many casualties.
If we continue like this, we won't have enough troops to sustain the losses.
Perhaps we could try a siege first, since it is impossible for Grand Duke Disbart to have any reinforcements anyway."
A front-line commander knelt on the ground and excitedly gave a detailed report to Viscount Maman.
"Oh? Has the outermost wall been taken down?"
Viscount Maman's eyes sparkled slightly, and his tongue, like the tongue of a poisonous snake, stuck out of his mouth to show the excitement and excitement in his heart.
The devil commander nodded quickly: "Yes. However, the artillery unit suffered heavy losses in the exchange of fire, and we no longer have many heavy weapons to continue to implement this tactic."
Viscount Maman waved his hand indifferently: "It doesn't matter. After taking down the outermost wall, it doesn't matter whether those artillery pieces are there or not. Send someone to inform Grand Duke Baalzebu and tell him that I have breached the Iron City and urgently need some reinforcements to expand the victory."
"Attack...break through?"
The devil commander was stunned for a moment, turned around and glanced at the city defense system that was layered and interconnected, like a hedgehog and difficult to chew.
Obviously, only conquering the outermost wall is still a long way from the goal of "breaking through the steel city".
At least eight city walls must be captured to barely occupy the outer city area.
But he soon understood his lord's intention, opened his mouth in disbelief and asked tentatively: "You mean to use deception to exchange for more reinforcements to replenish our manpower consumption?"
"What is deception!
Have we not taken the outermost wall?
Aren't these walls part of the Steel City?
So what's wrong with me saying we broke through the Iron City?"
Viscount Maman twisted his body and came to his men and asked with an unhappy look on his face.
Upon seeing this, the devil commander immediately put on a loyal look and responded loudly: "No, there is no problem. Your wisdom is far beyond my reach. I will go to report the situation to Grand Duke Baalzebu and ask him to send reinforcements."
"Then go quickly!
Remember, this time I can't take shortcuts like I did before.
Otherwise, there will be no lord at any level in the entire Baator Hell who will trust me and be willing to form an alliance with me.
By then, the third plane will be isolated from everyone."
As he said this, Viscount Maman's attitude became obviously very bad.
This is also the reason why he, who has always been greedy and stingy, would launch a fierce attack regardless of casualties.
If I don't achieve some decent results in this cooperation, my reputation as a fence-sitter and a soft persimmon will be completely confirmed.
By then, you really can't expect to survive in hell.
Maybe even his own devil dukes will want to replace him, and then plot to seize power with the support of lords from other levels or Asmodeus.
Therefore, Viscount Mammon must win this battle, and he must fight beautifully.
On the other hand, on the eighth level - Carnia, the war between Mephistopheles and Grand Duke Baalzebub had already begun.
As an extremely cold layer, the environment here has many similarities with the fifth layer.
Many glaciers moving as fast as people running squeezed each other, causing violent avalanches and countless ice blocks rolling down.
The loud rumbling sound and the ice cubes that were enough to smash the dragon into a paste were definitely everyone's nightmare.
To be exact, most mortals wouldn't even survive more than a few minutes on this level.
Because that kind of cold cannot be resisted by wearing more clothes.
It is a magical extreme cold that directly affects the soul.
Whether it is a demon or a soul that enters this level, as long as it does not stay in a warm room or next to a campfire, it will be completely frozen into an ice sculpture after a while.
Yes, you read that right.
Even souls that are not afraid of the cold are like this, not to mention other creatures.
But the interesting thing is that this level as a whole is terribly cold, but the interior of Mophista Fortress, which is the residence of the lord, is hot.
Not only is there a bright and warm fire, but there is also an inexhaustible hot spring.
Its luxury is simply beyond the reach of any earthly palace.
Of course, after Grand Duke Baalzebub and his legion rushed in, this originally quiet and lifeless plane was finally broken.
The deafening shouts, explosions, and magical effects instantly shattered the tranquility here.
Various avalanches, ice blocks and rocks rolling down from the top of the glacier poured down like raindrops.
Many demons had no time to react and were buried alive deep underground in an instant.
The rest of those who escaped were not much luckier and had to continue fighting the enemy in the biting cold.
"Mephistopheles! Stop being a coward! Come out here and let us settle all the scores we have had over the years."
The extremely uncomfortable twisted body of Grand Duke Baalzebub appeared behind his own army, directly inviting his mortal enemy to a decisive battle.
About two or three seconds later, a humanoid creature with hellish red skin, horns, and wings appeared out of thin air in front of everyone, holding a steel fork in his hand and a deep dark cloak draped over his back.
Needless to say, this person is the famous Lord of the eighth plane - Mephistopheles.
If there is anything very obvious about this guy, it is that his appearance is almost exactly the same as the standard devil in the mortal's impression.
But if anyone dares to underestimate him because of this, it would be a big mistake.
Because Mephistopheles is the only level lord in all of Baator who has not fallen at the hands of Asmodeus.
To be precise, he had seen through the Lord of Hell's tactics long ago, so he made sufficient preparations in advance to create a false identity for himself - Baron Morikros.
Then, by having one person play two roles, one of the "self" challenges the dominance of the other "self".
In this way, Mephistopheles can ensure that his position is as stable as a rock through this double act.
After all, the challenger's ecological niche has been filled by himself, and it is difficult for others to obtain the support needed to challenge the lord in the presence of competitors.
Sometimes, in order to avoid being suspected by Asmodeus, this guy would even let one of himself stage a coup to get rid of another of himself, and then stage a coup back after a while, making the outside world mistakenly believe that the political situation in the eighth level is always in a state of turmoil.
When the truth was revealed, all the demons were shocked by Mephistopheles's outrageous actions and his insidious political cunning.
"Hahahaha! You finally show up!"
Grand Duke Baalzebub laughed wildly while waving his disgusting sticky tentacles.
"I'm sorry, I don't remember ever avoiding you.
And I'm curious, what gave the courage to start a war?
Have you forgotten that the last time you did this, you went from being the Archon you were most proud of to being the disgusting person you are now?"
Mephistopheles was obviously a "yin and yang master". With just a few words, he hit the nail on the head for Grand Duke Baalzebus, making the latter tremble with anger.
After all, the handsome image of the Archons had always been the quality that Grand Duke Baalzebub was most proud of, and he had even publicly mocked the hideous and ugly appearance of other demons more than once.
But in the end he ended up being uglier than 99.999 percent of the devils.
You're still just a talker as always.
When Thor successfully defeats Asmodeus and becomes the new Lord of Hell, you will understand why I have such courage.
But unfortunately, you will not see this day.
Before the ninth and tenth floors decide the winner, I will kill you first."
As he spoke, Grand Duke Baalzebub waved his tentacles and flew into the air, rushing towards the opponent.
Those Sub-Earth Gods who had fallen with him followed closely behind, blocking all the enemy troops who tried to rush up to help.
The next second...
Boom!!! The huge flesh-bomb body of the Flying Insect Lord smashed directly onto the hard ice surface, creating a huge deep pit on the spot. The flying ice cubes were like bullets and artillery shells, causing astonishing damage to the surrounding demons.
"You are still as reckless as ever."
Mephistopheles retorted bluntly, then rushed forward with his weapon in hand.
The two level lords had just met and started fighting.
The terrifying destructive force quickly formed an inaccessible dangerous area around it.
Seeing that the lords were personally fighting on the front line, the rest of the devil army naturally could not be lazy or slack off. They all gathered their strength and tried their best to fight the enemies in front of them.
Even the biting cold in the environment seemed to have dissipated a lot during the fierce battle.
“准备受死吧！你狡猾肮脏的下流骗子！”
巴尔泽布大公咆哮着试图压制对手。
尽管阿斯摩蒂尔斯剥夺了他亚空神族的外形，但这具扭曲、丑陋的身体却并不弱，反倒是在近战中获得了大幅度的强化。
尤其是那身体表面附着的粘液，让大部分武器都很难对其造成有效伤害。
甚至会由于摩擦力的大幅度减小而直接滑开。
“啧啧，看来你对索斯还真是信心十足呢。
但是别忘了，阿斯摩蒂尔斯从成为地狱之主的那一刻起，到现在未尝一败。
如果这次你又失手，阿斯摩蒂尔斯又会怎样惩罚你呢？
把你变得更丑陋吗？
还是直接剥夺你的领主资格？”
莫菲斯托费利斯在连续攻击了几次都没怎么奏效后开始转而发动语言和心理攻势。
“这就不用你操心了！你还是多担心一下待会要怎么跪下来请求我的仁慈与宽恕吧。”
巴尔泽布大公咧开嘴露出一口锋利尖锐的牙齿，差点就把对手的一条胳膊给咬了下来。
在反复确认没有任何外部势力的干涉后，两个死敌终于掏出自己压箱底的真本事，都下定决心要彻底干掉对方。
……
至于最后一处战场，第一层面领主拜尔也同样开始跟莱维思图斯王子麾下阿伽瑞斯公爵交上了手。
由于前者麾下的军队都是血战前线的精锐老兵，所以后者的阻击战打得异常艰难。
更何况阿伽瑞斯公爵连建造防御工事的机会都没有，也没能占领第一层最重要的军事重镇——青铜堡垒。
所以像这种在平原上只有少量小型堡垒、壕沟等障碍，在魔鬼军团的面前基本就约等于没有。
另外，由于以擅长防守而闻名的拜尔可是不折不扣的战术大师，仅用极短的时间便找到了几处漏洞，直接把原本就脆弱的防线撕了个稀巴烂。
随后便是在八魔将的帮助下穿插包围，愣是将一场攻防战打成了歼灭战。
无数魔鬼军团还没来得及接到新命令，就发现自己周围全都是敌人的军队，场面简直混乱得一塌糊涂。
不过这也是没办法的事情。
莱维思图斯王子为冰封了太长时间，以至于根本没办法亲自训练和统帅军队。
“哈哈哈哈！真是轻松愉快！想不到第五层面的军团已经拉跨到了这种程度。”
拜尔看着战场上的情况不由得张开嘴大笑起来。
他相信就凭能在不到三天之内击溃莱维思图斯王子麾下军队的战绩，绝对可以洗刷掉之前那些说自己只会躲在城墙后面当缩头乌龟的流言蜚语。
不仅如此！
一旦阿斯摩蒂尔斯赢得了这场内战的胜利，他还有机会能成为排名第一的功臣，简直一举两得。
当然，就算左思赢了也无所谓。
反正拜尔觉得自己肯定比莱维思图斯王子更有价值，所以到时候只需要低头效忠就可以保住自己现如今所拥有的一切。
总之，除了第二层面的狄斯巴特大公之外，其余的领主基本个个都有自己的小心思。
“阁下，请不要高兴的太早。
虽然我们已经击溃了莱维思图斯王子的军队，但他们的损失却并不大。
如果再次集结的话，还会给我们制造不小的麻烦。
而且根据最新消息，马曼子爵正在围攻第二层面的钢铁之城，巴尔泽布大公和莫菲斯托费利斯也打得难解难分，扎瑞尔更是带着菲尔娜与格莱西雅攻入了最后一层。
如果我们不能及时回援后果可能会非常严重。L”
一名八魔将毫不客气的对当前局势做出了说明。
拜尔嘴角不受控制的轻微抽搐了一下，赶忙回应道：“我当然知道情况紧急。可问题是再急也不能冒着被前后夹击的情况下贸然加快行军速度。”
“我明白。但请您务必快一点，否则整个地狱都将陷入万劫不复的境地。”
说完这句话，八魔将便不再理会这位第一层的领主，而是去给麾下军团下达命令了。
毕竟他们可不是只有头衔没有权力的样子货，而是可以直接越过拜尔给军队下达命令的实权将军。
如果拜尔敢在这里故意拖拖拉拉，那么八魔将就有权直接将其架空当成傀儡。
“该死！真是一群傲慢的混蛋！我现在越来越讨厌他们了。”
拜尔盯着八魔将的渐渐远去的背影忍不住低声咒骂了一句。
不过骂归骂，他在执行起来还是很老实的，迅速就制定好了作战计划，明显是打算先救援狄斯巴特大公。
就在整个巴托地狱都乱成一锅粥的时候，左思正在巨大赛博朋克城市的中央高塔，饶有兴致的一边欣赏夜景，一边喝着饮料。
足足过了七八分钟，他才突然头也不回的问了一句：“你觉得我应该接受阿斯摩蒂尔斯抛出来的选择吗？”
“对不起，我不知道。因为像这样试探只有您才有资格做出选择。”
魅魔女王美坎修特不加思索的给出了答复。
“呵呵，好吧，我只是随便问问，也没指望你能做出回答。
说实话，如果就这样放弃在巴托地狱所拥有的巨大威望，我还真是有点不太甘心呢。
毕竟这一切都是我带来的，是我给了那些魔鬼们晋升的机会。
可凭什么好处要让阿斯摩蒂尔斯独占？ 这显然一点也不公平。
所以他必须给我一点补偿才行。”
左思摸着下巴说出了自己的打算。
美坎修特轻轻摇了摇头回应道：“请恕我直言，阿斯摩蒂尔斯恐怕已经很难满足您的胃口了。
毕竟他只是这个宇宙巴托地狱的位面意志代言人。
而您则是连接多元宇宙乃至黑暗虚空的强大旅法师。
除非他愿意揭示整个位面的秘密，否则其他补偿对您来说将不具备任何意义。”
“揭示整个巴托地狱最大的秘密？别开玩笑了！阿斯摩蒂尔斯才不可能这样做。不然他早就带我去参观最后一层的巨蛇盘卷了。”
说罢，左思端起杯子抿了一口略带酸涩的酒，脸上挂着轻松愉悦的笑容。
从那十分随意的态度不难看出，他其实并不是很在意所谓的“补偿”，只是在找个借口说服自己罢了。
毕竟成为魔鬼亲王最大的意义在于可以借助位面的力量源源不断将海量的灵魂压榨成足以媲美神力的能量，然后存储起来以备不时之需。
至于其他统统都是次要的。
“如果阿斯摩蒂尔斯给出的补偿没办法令您满意怎么办？”
美坎修特用不是很确定的语气质疑道。
左思放下酒杯一脸无所谓的摊了摊手：“还能怎么办？ 当然是先接受再试着讨价还价。
地狱之主知道我不可能去抢他的位置，我也知道他知道不可能去抢劫他的位置。
所以这一场明牌的博弈。
而我是处在绝对劣势的一方。
至于愿意给多少就看阿斯摩蒂尔斯的诚意了。”
“您真的打算放弃好不容易积累的巨大威望和号召力？”
美坎修特迈着轻盈优雅的步伐来到近前，深处纤细的双手轻轻按在左思肩膀上揉捏为其按摩，同时将头部依靠在柔软的胸口。
不得不说，在令别人感到放松、舒适这方面，没有几个人能比得上这位魅魔女王。
因为只要她愿意，随时可以使一个人体验到什么叫做飘飘欲仙的极致享受。
只可惜，左思现在没有这的心思，而是在远程操控前线的战况。
随着第九层面魔法与科技的飞速发展，通过3D投影、全系屏幕进行实时战场动态更新等早就已经不是什么新鲜事了。
更何况他本人还是新非瑞克西亚之父、烁油的至高主宰。
根据情报上的显示，位于第十层的战场上，阿斯摩蒂尔斯的军团已经“阵亡”了相当夸张的数字。
左思甚至都怀疑马尔谢姆堡垒是否真能装得下那么多的魔鬼。
正当他在统计目前已经有多少个魔鬼军团消失在外界视线之中的时候，一个看上去十分瘦弱的身影突然凭空出现，气喘吁吁的大喊道：“导……导师！不好了！我刚刚得到一个消息，尼可·波拉斯拿到了永生圣阳，而且还重创了灵龙乌金。”
从称呼很容易就能判断出，这个身高和相貌都已经大变样的年轻人，正是几年前被派往拉尼卡时空的桑乔。
“什么？尼可·波拉斯拿到了永生圣阳？”
左思腾的一下就从椅子上站了起来。
因为没有人比他更清楚这意味着什么。
“没错！ 很多旅法师现在都在找你，就连索霖·马可夫也不例外。
哦，对了，砾岩术士娜希丽也因为卷入战斗而不知所踪。
眼下整个拉尼卡时空所有的知情者都已经变得异常慌乱。
They fear that Nicol Bolas might launch a full-scale invasion at any moment."
Sancho didn't dare to hide anything and told everyone he knew in one breath.
Even after all these years of experience, he has become a very outstanding planeswalker, and has even been given the title of "mystic" because of his diverse methods.
But after witnessing the battle between the top-level mages, he was still scared.
Because the terrifying destructive power and control over the rules of magic completely surpassed the gods of the continent of Faerun.
Especially Nicol Bolas, who never held back, directly tore the space and time where the Eternal Holy Sun existed into pieces.
Several planets and entire stars collapsed in the dazzling light, turning into nothingness and being swallowed by the dark void.
No words can describe the shocking scene at that time.
If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, Sancho felt that he might have died along with the other two mages who didn't escape.
"So the old dragon has got the [lock], and now all he needs is the [door] in my hand? Damn! This is not good news..."
Zuo Si narrowed his eyes and a solemn expression appeared on his face.
You know, he is not fully ready to start the Spark War yet.
So something had to be done to interrupt Nicol Bolas' progress and delay him for a while.
Sancho also asked nervously: "Teacher, what should we do now? Once the Immortal Sun appears in a certain time and space, it will completely block the teleportation ability of all planeswalker sparks.
If Nicol Bolas used it to slowly capture the planeswalkers, he could theoretically complete the spell.
And I heard that one of his artificers is trying to replicate the space-time bridge."
"Don't panic! Don't rush! Go back and calm everyone down first.
I need some time to sort out the things at hand.
Then I'll go over and start solving the problem.
Also, don't tell anyone where I am, okay?"
Zuo Si stared into his eldest disciple's eyes and gave him a serious warning.
Sancho nodded vigorously immediately: "Understood! Please rest assured that I have never revealed the information and coordinates of this universe to any planeswalker."
"Very good! Now go and complete your task. As for the reward, I will give it to you later."
After saying this, Zuo Si gently patted the young man on the shoulder to show encouragement.
Sancho didn't say much, just nodded and activated the Planeswalker Spark again and disappeared on the spot.
Less than a minute after he left, Zuo Si sent a message to another ally of his.
In a flash!
The Undead Emperor Shane VII appeared in the room on the top floor of the skyscraper.
He first looked around to confirm his location, and then asked in a slightly surprised tone: "What makes you so urgent that you would contact me in this way?"
"There is a risk that the War of the Spark will start prematurely. Now I need your help. To be more specific, I need you to bring the Planar Bridge to see Nicol Bolas."
Zuo Si made his request directly.
Because perhaps for other people, this is a very dangerous task, but for a demilich who has a phylactery that can resurrect, it is nothing.
"You mean... to let me lurk beside the enemy as a spy?"
Shane VII instantly understood what he was going to do next.
Zuo Si nodded decisively, "Yes, I am going to monitor Nicol Bolas' progress.
We must not allow him to start the Spark War at this point in time.
Also, you must help me figure out where he hid the Eternal Sun.
This artifact has a peculiarity, which is that it renders the planeswalker's spark ineffective.
This means that he can't carry it with him, but will find a time and space to hide it until he needs it. "
"I see! Don't worry, I won't let you down. And I also want to see with my own eyes this opponent who can make you feel like a formidable foe, the legendary most powerful planeswalker in existence."
While saying this, King Shane VII's eyes revealed a strong curiosity and yearning.
In his eyes, Zuo Si is now powerful and terrifying enough, but he is still full of fear when mentioning this elder dragon mage, so he really wants to confirm the other party's true strength.
Zuo Si reminded him seriously, "Believe me, when you meet him, you will understand that elder dragon planeswalkers like Nicol Bolas and Ugin are completely different from other planeswalkers of the new generation or even the ancient times. They are like a bug, mastering some kind of rule power from the dark void and the multiverse..."