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.
"Prepare to die, you cunning, dirty, filthy liar!"
Grand Duke Baalzebub roared and tried to overpower his opponent.
Although Asmodeus stripped him of his Archon appearance, this twisted, ugly body was not weak. Instead, it was greatly enhanced in close combat.
Especially the mucus attached to the surface of its body, which makes it difficult for most weapons to cause effective damage to it.
It may even slide away due to the drastic reduction in friction.
“Tsk tsk, it seems that you really have confidence in Soth.
But don't forget that Asmodeus has never been defeated since the moment he became the lord of hell.
If you fail again this time, how will Asmodeus punish you?
Make you uglier?
Or should we directly deprive you of your lordship?"
After several attacks failed to work, Mephistopheles turned to verbal and psychological attacks.
"Don't worry about that! You should worry more about how to kneel down and ask for my mercy and forgiveness later."
Grand Duke Baalzebub opened his mouth wide, revealing a row of sharp teeth, and almost bit off his opponent's arm.
After repeatedly confirming that there was no interference from any external forces, the two mortal enemies finally brought out their true abilities and were determined to completely eliminate each other.
…
As for the last battlefield, Lord Bayer of the first level also started fighting with Duke Agares under Prince Levistus.
Since the troops under the former's command were all elite veterans who had fought on the front lines, the latter's blocking battle was extremely difficult.
What's more, Duke Agares didn't even have the chance to build fortifications, nor did he capture the most important military stronghold on the first level - the Bronze Fortress.
Therefore, obstacles like these, which only have a few small fortresses, trenches, etc. on the plain, are basically non-existent in front of the Devil's Legion.
In addition, Bayer, who is famous for his defensive skills, is an absolute tactical master. He found several loopholes in a very short time and directly tore the already fragile defense line to pieces.
Then, with the help of the Eight Demon Generals, they encircled the enemy and turned an offensive and defensive battle into a battle of annihilation.
Before countless devil legions could receive new orders, they found themselves surrounded by enemy troops. The scene was in complete chaos.
But there is nothing we can do about it.
Prince Levistus had been frozen in ice for so long that he had been unable to train and command the army himself.
“Hahahaha! How relaxing and joyful! I never thought the legions on the fifth level have fallen to this level.”
Bayer couldn't help but burst into laughter as he looked at the situation on the battlefield.
He believed that with the record of defeating Prince Levistus' army in less than three days, he could definitely wash away the rumors that he was just hiding behind the city walls like a coward.
Not only that!
Once Asmodeus wins this civil war, he will have the opportunity to become the number one hero, which is killing two birds with one stone.
Of course, it wouldn’t matter even if Zuo Si won.
Anyway, Bayer felt that he was definitely more valuable than Prince Levistus, so when the time came, he only needed to bow his head and pledge allegiance to keep everything he had now.
In short, except for Grand Duke Disbart on the second level, the other lords basically all have their own little thoughts.
"Sir, please don't be happy too soon.
Although we have defeated Prince Levistus's army, their losses were not great.
If they gather again, it will cause us considerable trouble.
And according to the latest news, Viscount Mammon is besieging the Iron City on the second level, Grand Duke Baalzebub and Mephistopheles are fighting hard, and Zariel has even attacked the last level with Firna and Gracia.
If we fail to rescue in time, the consequences may be very serious. L"
One of the Eight Demons bluntly explained the current situation.
Bayer's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably, and he quickly responded, "Of course I know the situation is urgent. But the problem is that no matter how urgent it is, we can't hastily speed up the march and risk being attacked from both sides."
"I understand. But please hurry up, or all of Hell will be doomed."
After saying this, the Eight Demon Generals no longer paid any attention to the lord of the first level, but went to give orders to their legions.
After all, they are not just show-offs with titles but powerless generals who can directly give orders to the army without going through Bayer.
If Bayer dares to deliberately drag his feet here, then the Eight Demon Generals have the right to directly sideline him and use him as a puppet.
"Damn it! What a bunch of arrogant bastards! I hate them more and more now."
Bayer stared at the receding figures of the Eight Demon Generals and couldn't help but curse under his breath.
However, despite being scolded, he was still very honest in executing the plan and quickly formulated a battle plan, obviously intending to rescue Grand Duke Disbart first.
Just when the entire Baator Hell was in chaos, Zuo Si was in the central tower of the huge cyberpunk city, enjoying the night view with interest while drinking a drink.
After seven or eight minutes, he suddenly asked without turning his head: "Do you think I should accept the choice Asmodeus throws out?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know. Because only you are qualified to make a choice like this."
The Succubus Queen Mecanthus answered without hesitation.
"Haha, okay, I'm just asking casually and I don't expect you to answer.
To be honest, I would be reluctant to give up the great prestige I have in Baator just like that.
After all, it was me who brought all this upon myself, and it was me who gave those devils the opportunity to advance.
But why should Asmodeus have all the benefits? This is obviously not fair at all.
So he has to give me some compensation.”
Zuo Si stroked his chin and expressed his plan.
Mecanthus shook his head slightly and replied, “Excuse me, but I’m afraid Asmodeus can hardly satisfy your appetite.
After all, he is just the spokesperson for the will of the Baator Hell in this universe.
And you are a powerful planeswalker connecting the multiverse and even the dark void.
Unless he is willing to reveal the secrets of the entire plane, other compensations will be meaningless to you."
"Reveal the biggest secret of the entire Baator Hell? Don't be ridiculous! Asmodeus would never do that. Otherwise, he would have taken me to see the giant snake coil on the last floor."
After saying that, Zuo Si picked up the glass and took a sip of the slightly sour wine with a relaxed and happy smile on his face.
It is not difficult to tell from his very casual attitude that he does not really care about the so-called "compensation" and is just looking for an excuse to convince himself.
After all, the greatest significance of becoming a devil prince is that one can use the power of the plane to continuously squeeze massive amounts of souls into energy comparable to divine power, and then store it for emergency use.
Everything else is secondary.
"What if the compensation Asmodeus offers does not satisfy you?"
Mecanthust questioned in an uncertain tone.
Zuo Si put down his wine glass and spread his hands indifferently: "What else can I do? Of course I will accept it first and then try to bargain.
The Lord of Hell knows that it is impossible for me to take his place, and I also know that he knows that it is impossible to take his place.
So this is an open game.
I am at an absolute disadvantage.
As for how much he is willing to give, it depends on Asmodeus' sincerity."
"Are you really going to give up the huge prestige and influence you have accumulated with great difficulty?"
Mecanthus came closer with light and graceful steps, and gently pressed his slender hands on Zuo Si's shoulders to knead and massage him, while resting his head on his soft chest.
It has to be said that when it comes to making others feel relaxed and comfortable, few people can compare to this succubus queen.
Because as long as she is willing, she can make a person experience the ultimate enjoyment of being in ecstasy at any time.
It’s a pity that Zuo Si is not in the mood for this now, but is remotely controlling the battle situation on the front line.
With the rapid development of magic and technology in the ninth plane, real-time battlefield dynamic updates through 3D projection and full-system screens are no longer a new thing.
What's more, he is the father of New Phyrexia and the supreme ruler of the Shining Oil.
According to intelligence, a rather exaggerated number of Asmodeus' legions have been "killed" on the battlefield on the tenth floor.
Zuo Si even doubted whether the Malshem Fortress could really accommodate so many demons.
Just as he was counting how many demon armies had disappeared from the outside world, a thin figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere, panting and shouting, "Teacher! It's bad! I just got a message that Nicol Bolas has obtained the Immortal Sun and severely damaged the spirit dragon Ugin."
It is easy to tell from the name that this young man, whose height and appearance have changed greatly, is Sancho who was sent to the Ravnica plane a few years ago.
"What? Nicol Bolas has the Immortal Sun?"
Zuo Siteng stood up from his chair in an instant.
Because no one knew what this meant better than him.
"Yes! Many planeswalkers are looking for you now, even Sorin Markov is no exception.
Oh, by the way, Lithomancer Nahiri is also missing because she was involved in the battle.
At this moment, all the insiders in the entire Ravnica time and space have become extremely panicked.
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..."
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