The plane of Amonkhet.
The scorching sun still shines on the desert and the towering pyramids and obelisks as usual.
Countless mortals living here still pray devoutly in the lies and illusions fabricated by Pharaoh Nicol Bolas, training hard in order to become a member of the "Eternal" Legion, accepting various trials, just to make themselves closer to perfection.
They had no idea that when the so-called "promised day" arrived, the world would face terrible destruction and end.
To Nicol Bolas, Amonkhet and the mortals and gods born there were merely disposable tools in his quest to capture the sparks of countless planeswalkers.
When this tool is activated, there is naturally no need for this space-time to continue to exist.
Moreover, he has a kind of evil taste in his bones. From the very beginning, he has told everyone the ending of this world through brainwashing, prophecy, and suggestion.
In particular, several gods had arranged their corresponding roles in advance and were convinced that this was the mission they were responsible for.
So for thousands of years, everything was proceeding step by step according to plan.
This elder dragon planeswalker was like a director, quietly hiding in the dark and admiring his own work, and sincerely longing to see the expressions of pain, despair and disbelief on everyone's faces when the truth was revealed.
There is no doubt that if we subdivide tyrants, Zuo Si is undoubtedly the type who is extremely ruthless to his enemies but relatively friendly to his loyal people.
From a rational perspective, he will try his best to reduce social resistance in order to ensure the stability of his rule.
Because he was once a weak mortal, he can understand the thoughts of ordinary people and retain some sympathy, although not much.
But Nicol Bolas is just the opposite. He is the kind of guy who is equally cruel to his enemies and his own men.
Nicol Bolas was, after all, the first direct descendant of the Primeval Dragon.
When the elder dragons hatched and started the civil war, he had already ignited the spark and became one of the oldest mages. He shined in that war and was directly dubbed the "strongest".
Therefore, this old dragon has never experienced the feeling of being weak. From the beginning, he has been acting as an absolutely strong man and doing whatever he wants.
And there was no one who could stop him.
This means that he never needs to consider other people's feelings, let alone care about the life and death of mortals.
If anyone dares to disobey or resist, just eliminate and kill them all.
This is the logic behind Nicol Bolas's domineering style.
In his concept, there is no so-called "society", nor is there a need to rely on the power of the group, but rather the most primitive independent individual thinking mode is maintained.
That is, there is no "we", only "me" and "others".
Even his twin brother, the spirit dragon Wu Jin, is not seen as a fellow, but more like an enemy and competitor.
As long as you can understand the underlying logic, it is not difficult to understand why Nicol Bolas always appears as a villain, tyrant, and destroyer.
It's not that he is born evil and likes to do such things, but it comes from his bones that he doesn't care about anything except himself.
That is why the old dragon hated the "deterioration" of his own spark caused by the Time Mage Teferi in his attempt to repair the rifts in time and space, and he longed to restore or even surpass the god-like power and eternal life possessed by the ancient mage.
Currently, the tyrant is staying in his lair inside the great pyramid, quietly recovering from the damage he suffered during the battle on Ixalan.
Although those wounds looked extremely scary, and even fatal enough to most dragons and even dragon gods, they were only "insignificant" skin injuries to the immortal elder dragons.
Yes, you read that right.
Even though his limbs were broken and his body was filled with energy shocks, at a glance there were wounds everywhere left by claws and teeth, and his internal organs and white bones were all exposed.
In fact, this battle was not even in the top ten in terms of brutality among all the battles Nicol Bolas had experienced in his life.
You should know that when he was exiled, he once entered a magical space-time.
The space-time was unable to withstand the huge force and a huge explosion occurred, causing the old dragon's body to be blown into pieces in an instant.
But guess what happened?
Nicol Bolas pieced his body together in a short time, at the cost of only some loss of strength, nothing more.
This is why Zuo Si has been trying every means to delay the start of the Spark War.
He still hasn't figured out how to eradicate the existence of an elder dragon from the root.
Both Ugin and Nicol Bolas possess the ultimate "immortal" attribute in essence.
This is also why Ugin was successfully resurrected after being killed twice. Nicol Bolas himself did not die after the end of the War of the Spark. He simply lost his name and could not cast spells, and his soul was imprisoned.
This immortal attribute does not require faith to awaken and maintain like the gods of the continent of Faerun, nor is it dependent on the will born from a certain plane.
Rather, it comes from bloodline, from the primordial dragon that is more terrifying, huge, and full of mystery than any known creature.
"Eternal Holy Sun...
The Legion of the Immortals...
Trans-dimensional beacon...
Now all I need is the space-time bridge so I can launch the final war."
Nicol Bolas muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear.
However, it is not difficult to tell from the calm expression on his face that he is not in a hurry at all.
Because he won't act rashly until his injuries are healed.
After all, the spirit dragon Ugin was only seriously injured and not dead, and the ancient planeswalkers Nahiri, the Lithomancer, and Sorin Markov, who had sealed the three Eldrazi titans, were also involved.
The old dragon was not sure whether ancient planeswalkers like Teferi would jump out one after another and become his enemies.
In order to deal with such a situation, he must heal his injuries and keep himself in the best condition.
In addition, the other thing is to find Zuo Si, who possessed the time-space bridge but suddenly disappeared in recent years.
After all, although Tezzeret promised to build a new time-space bridge as soon as possible, Nicol Bolas obviously would not pin his hopes on one person.
What's more, in his eyes, Zuo Si is much smarter and more useful than the useless Tezzeret.
If the former can stand on his side in the final battle, the chances of winning will undoubtedly increase greatly.
Just as the Elder Dragon Planeswalker was constantly drawing energy to repair his damaged body, he suddenly sensed a violent spatial shock, and the light of the Planeswalker's spark tore through the dark void and appeared before his eyes.
Before he could even open his mouth to ask, this middle-aged or elderly human male who looked very strange took the initiative to bend down, put one hand on his chest and bowed deeply.
"Greetings, great Dragon Lord, the oldest and most powerful of the ancient planeswalkers, His Excellency Nicol Bolas. It is an honor to meet you in person."
"Who are you......"
The old dragon looked at the other party with interest and did not take any action against this uninvited guest who suddenly broke into his nest.
You can see this as arrogance, or you can see it as confidence in one's strength.
But it is undeniable that he is not like most evil dragons who attack without saying a word, but always gives the opponent enough time to make his intentions clear.
"My name is Shane VII, the emperor of the Shane Dynasty from another time and space. As you can see, I am also a planeswalker with a ignited spark."
The demilich introduced himself carefully.
After witnessing and feeling the amazing energy surrounding the other person's body, and his nonchalant reaction despite being seriously injured, he finally realized why Zuo Si regarded him as his greatest enemy.
It can even be said that creatures like the Elder Dragon Planeswalker have been at the pinnacle of the entire multiverse in terms of life level from the very beginning.
Even the gods seem insignificant and ridiculous in comparison.
After looking him up and down, Nicol Bolas immediately laughed and said jokingly, "Using magic to create a body to conceal your identity as a dead spirit?
Very nice idea.
But it's still a little naive to try to deceive me.
But in recognition of the humility and respect you've just shown, I'll give you five more minutes.
If you can't explain how you found this place in five minutes, prepare to die.
Because what I hate most is mysterious people like you who have unknown origins."
Hearing this naked and undisguised threat, Shane VII, who had already prepared himself mentally, did not panic, but directly took out a planeswalker card and activated it.
moment!
A space-time bridge that was even larger, more magnificent, and more complex than the original version suddenly appeared out of thin air, emitting dazzling white and azure light.
"Time and Space Bridge?!"
Nicol Bolas, who was ready to treat the other party as a toy in the previous second, crawled up from the ground in the next second, his face full of incredible surprise.
He couldn't believe his luck was so good. Just when he was about to go to bed, someone brought him a pillow.
And just because this thing has been made into a planeswalker card, he will definitely not kill the strange planeswalker in front of him.
After all, cards are all tied to sparks.
If the planeswalker is killed and the spark is extinguished, everything inside will be lost.
Seeing that the bait he threw out was effective, Xia En VII secretly breathed a sigh of relief and immediately nodded: "Yes, it is the time-space bridge.
I think you must really need it now, don't you?
And I am very happy to give it to you.
The only requirement is that I can join this feast and witness the birth of a miracle with my own eyes.
After all, no planeswalker can resist the temptation of restoring the Spark to the godlike power of ancient times."
"Hahahaha! So you came here for that spell as well?"
Nicol Bolas laughed wildly and unbridled.
Because compared to those guys who are against him in order to protect their hometown, relatives, friends, or to maintain the balance of the bullshit multiverse, he obviously prefers those who are willing to cooperate with him out of personal ambition and greed.
The reason is very simple! In his opinion, only such people are real enough and more in line with his understanding of human nature.
Shane VII responded without hesitation: "Yes, I came here for that spell. As long as you are willing to make a promise, I can help you teleport your army to Ravnica now."
After hearing this, Nicol Bolas immediately put a finger deep inside and shook it gently: "No, no, no, you don't have to be so anxious.
Because I'm not ready to start this war.
As for the promise you want, I can give it to you now.
When I have regained my full strength, you will have access to that spell and all knowledge surrounding it.
But before that, I need you to do a few things for me."
"No problem, it's my pleasure."
In order to win the other party's trust, Sean VII agreed without hesitation.
"Go find my brother Ugin and assess his injuries. Remember, you have only one chance to prove yourself. If you fail, there is no need to return."
Nicol Bolas gave his orders bluntly.
He was well aware of the danger of this mission.
Because even a severely damaged Wu Jin is definitely not someone that an ordinary planeswalker can deal with.
In other words, if you were to pick a planeswalker in the current multiverse who deserves to be considered an enemy by Nicol Bolas, Ugin would definitely be at the top of the list.
When he killed it on the plane of Tarkir, the old dragon even felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction after the battle.
"As you wish."
Shane VII once again placed one hand on his chest and bowed to the old senior who had the title of "the strongest", then activated the spark and disappeared on the spot.
Feeling the departure of the planeswalker's spark, Nicol Bolas stroked his chin and whispered in a slightly teasing tone: "What an interesting guy, he actually thought I couldn't smell the magical scent on him that was similar to Soth.
But it doesn't matter.
Anyway, as long as he has the time-space bridge, he can help me complete the last piece of the puzzle.
As for what kind of relationship there is between him and Soth, or what kind of conspiracy exists, it doesn't matter at all.
Because no one can defeat me!
I am the Supreme Dragon Lord, the Dragon God! I am the great Nicol Bolas!"
Along with the roar of the elder dragon, the legions of immortals hidden deep underground all knelt on one knee. The scene looked extremely spectacular.
…
At the same time, far away in another unknown time and space.
The spiritual dragon Wu Jin was lying in a ruin, struggling to breathe. His whole body was already soaked in blood. Not only was his right wing broken, but his lower limbs were also twisted into a shape of a knot. Four huge cuts extended from his chest to his abdomen.
There was no doubt that all of these wounds were caused by his good brother Nicol Bolas.
However, these minor injuries were not enough to cause Wu Jin to be so painful and depressed.
What really made him depressed was that his good friend, the founder of the time-space order of Ravnica, the ancient planeswalker who gave up his spark to create the artifact Immortal Sun - Azor was dead, blasted to pieces in front of him by Nicol Bolas using powerful magic.
What was even more unacceptable was that even with so many planeswalkers assembled, they were unable to defeat or even stop Nicol Bolas from achieving his goal.
Even the Ixalan space-time was completely destroyed without leaving any residue, and countless creatures living here were swallowed by the dark void.
Such a huge gap in strength not only made the new generation of planeswalkers feel despair, but also made Wu Jin begin to question whether the plan he had made could really come in handy.
"Are you still blaming yourself for this failure?"
Vampire Planeswalker Sorin Markov asked, using his own life magic to help his old friend heal his injuries.
Although his own condition was not very good, the overall situation was under control after sucking some blood of the local indigenous people.
Wu Jin shook his head slightly: "No, I am not blaming myself.
I'm just confused about the future.
Because through this battle I can feel that Nicol Bolas's power has become stronger again.
I don't know if we can stop him from trying to seize the sparks of other planeswalkers and restore his ancient powers to his own.
By the way, where is your disciple? If I remember correctly, he hasn't shown up for a long time, let alone contact us. "
"You mean Soth? I don't really know where he is or what he's doing. After all, he's been busy and secretive. Maybe Nahiri knows more."
Sorin Markov shrugged helplessly.
Although almost all of the planeswalkers who have the ability to travel through countless time and space without restrictions like to run around, it is basically impossible to find their traces.
But people like Zuo Si who don't even leave a trace are extremely rare.
Moreover, he had never given his summoning card to anyone else, nor had he revealed that he would often go to those time and space, so naturally, searching for it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
"We need his help now! Find him, at all costs."
The spirit dragon Wu Jin made the request in an unquestionable tone.
Because he needs a strong fighting force now more than ever.
Especially after confirming Nicol Bolas's plan, he must not be allowed to succeed.
Sorin Markov rolled his eyes in annoyance and complained through gritted teeth: "Damn it! It's easier said than done.
When Ixalan exploded, Nahiri, Jace Beleren, Liliana Vess, Nissa Revane, and others all disappeared.
I don't even know if they died or escaped.
After escaping, was he imprisoned in some unknown place by the Immortal Sun? Would Nicol Bolas use it to set a trap for us to fall into?
And even if we find Nahiri, it's still unknown whether she will be able to do it given how much she hates me."
The Spirit Dragon Wu Jin patiently explained: "Of course I know how difficult this matter is.
But no matter how difficult it is, we must do it.
Unless you want to see Nicol Bolas restored to his ancient, unrivaled power.
If that happens, the entire multiverse will tremble under his tyranny.
I think Souths is going to be our biggest weapon against him."
"Okay, okay. I get it. But first, I have to go to Ravnica to confirm if anyone has managed to escape back."
After saying this, Sorin Markov stood up and activated the planeswalker spark to teleport across time and space, leaving Ugin alone lying in a pool of blood to recover from his injuries.
However, if you observe carefully, you will find that even without the help of any healing magic, all the matter around the latter's body is being continuously converted into energy at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After being absorbed by the dragon's body, it is transformed back into muscle tissue such as flesh and blood.
Through this incredible method, Wu Jin's injuries recovered extremely quickly, and it is estimated that he will be back to normal in less than a few hours.
Obviously, physical damage has never been a big problem for the two elder dragon mages.
Even if the entire body is completely destroyed or disappears, it can be easily rebuilt.
After resting for a long time, Wu Jin finally slowly got up from the ground, used the power of the planeswalker spark to pass through the dark void, and arrived at an island in another unfamiliar time and space.
In the center of this small island, there lay the body of a sphinx (a sphinx with extremely high intelligence), who was Azor who was killed by Nicol Bolas before.
Looking at the mutilated body of his old friend, Wu Jin lowered his head slightly and closed his eyes. It was unclear whether he was mourning or vowing to avenge him.
…
Almost at the same time, Sancho, who had returned to the Ravnica time and space, had just reported the battle situation he saw to Niv-Mizzet, the founder of the guild "Izzet League".
As an undercover agent sent by Zuo Si to this world, he has long adapted to his identity and can handle various things with ease.
Especially the experience accumulated during his adventures as the Son of Bhaal, as well as his means of dealing with various dangers and extremely fast reaction speed, enabled him to quickly climb from the bottom to a very high position.
After all, planeswalkers will receive a certain degree of preferential treatment wherever they go.
What's more, someone like Sancho, who seems to have no background and was still a child when he joined, is simply the backbone and pillar sent by fate to the guild.
A little nurturing can bring huge benefits.
But no one knew that Sancho, who was still a child, had already started a life-and-death battle with his half brothers and sisters, and finally even entered his father's kingdom to participate in the war of gods.
Whether in terms of thought, consciousness, spirit or psychology, they are far superior to most adults.
In addition, under the influence of Zuo Si, he was also quite insidious, cunning, cruel and ruthless, and never showed mercy to his enemies.
Without exception, all those who dared to look down on or try to bully his younger self died in an "accident" shortly afterwards.
Some of the deaths were quite horrific.
But no one could find any evidence or hold anything against Sancho.
"Did Nicol Bolas really triumph over Ugin and his allies?"
Niv-Mizzet raised his head and stared at the young man standing in front of him with his eyes flashing red.
Sancho nodded quickly: "Yes.
They lost completely and miserably.
And the artifact that could limit the power of the planeswalker's spark, the Immortal Sun, also fell into the hands of Nicol Bolas.
If there was nothing wrong with the intelligence Miss Nahiri had provided, Nicol Bolas already had the two prerequisites for launching a war.
Now there is only one left.”
"So you think the key now is the time-space bridge?"
Niv-Mizzet's expression suddenly turned serious.
As an ally that Zuo Si had never met, he had already obtained a considerable amount of intelligence about Nicol Bolas's plan through the Lithomancer Nahiri, so he knew what the elder dragon planeswalker wanted to do.
In fact, as long as he destroyed the trans-dimensional beacon and prevented a large number of planeswalkers from entering Ravnica, theoretically the other party could return empty-handed.
But this is only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution.
Because Nicol Bolas could easily build an identical device himself.
So if you want to completely eliminate this threat, you must defeat him.
“That’s right.
Now there is only one space-time bridge left before the enemy launches an attack.
And I don't think it will be long before Nicol Bolas gets it.
If we want to prevent this disaster from happening, the only thing we can do is to find the Eternal Sun.
It was then taken to a plane where Nicol Bolas could not find it and hidden away, and kept forever active at the cost of a planeswalker's freedom.
In this way, the other party will never be able to obtain the Eternal Holy Sun, and naturally will not be able to start their evil plan. "
Sancho made an analysis from a rational perspective.
He knew very well that the War of the Spark was not only what Nicol Bolas desired, but also what his mentor wanted to see.
This means that this war is inevitable and will definitely happen.
In particular, the Cave Tree in New Phyrexia can break the blockade of the Immortal Sun and travel between the multiverses.
Therefore, although the method proposed by Sancho can prevent other mages from obtaining the Eternal Sun, it cannot stop Zuo Si.
"What you said seems to make sense. Maybe I should hire more people to find the whereabouts of the Eternal Sun."
A thoughtful look came over Niv-Mizzet's face.
But soon he tilted his huge head slightly forward and then lowered it to stare at the boy standing in front of him, and praised with a smile: "Well done, young man. Your growth and performance far exceeded my expectations. Maybe I should consider giving you a higher position."
"Oh? Really?"
Sancho pretended to be ecstatic.
Although he had no sense of belonging to this guild at all, he only used it as a stepping stone to a higher level.
But who would complain about having too many resources at hand?
What's more, the destructive spells of the Izzet League are the strongest in the entire Guildpact of Ravnica.
This is an extremely valuable asset for any mage.
“Of course! When have I ever lied to you?
Now you can go down and rest.
I think after going through so much, you must want to have a good meal and sleep in a soft big bed.
We can discuss other matters after you have rested well."
With that, Niv-Mizzet drove the young but talented planeswalker out of his lair.
But what he didn't know was that Sancho did not go back to the room to rest, but changed into another set of clothes, used invisibility magic to quietly leave the guild, and walked through the complex and vast streets of Ravnica that were like a maze.
After about half an hour, we finally arrived at a pub located in a dark alley.
The moment he pushed open the door, everyone in the room cast scrutinizing glances at him.
Fortunately, Sancho was prepared and covered himself with a large cloak and hood, so no one recognized him.
He walked straight to the bar, placed a sealed envelope and a small bag of gold coins on the bar, and said in a hoarse voice disguised by magic: "I need your help to deliver a letter."
"to whom?"
The bartender standing at the bar picked up the envelope with no words or marks on it and asked back.
"To the Azorius Senate."
Sancho gave the answer without hesitation.
"What? To whom? Say it again?"
The bartender was completely stunned.
Because the Azorius Senate is the law enforcer, legislator, and maintainer of order for the entire Ravnica plane.
If you want to pass a message to them, there is no need to go through so much trouble. You can just find a patrol team on the roadside and give it to them.
Sancho continued, without a trace of emotion, repeating: "To the Azorius Senate.
I know you have a lot of questions and even think I'm a psycho.
But I won't answer any questions.
Because I paid you, you should provide the promised service.
As for the privacy and purpose of the customer, I think it is not within the scope of your business."
Hearing this, the bartender's face changed several times in an instant, and he even turned around and looked at someone in the kitchen who had the decision-making power.
You have to know that the plane of Ravnica is not a safe place.
Although the Ten Guildpacts appear to be maintaining the alliance signed in ancient times and each acting on its own, in reality their internal conflicts and competitions have long been exposed.
The various factions have long been fighting each other privately due to ideological conflicts.
No one knew whether this letter would lead to any serious consequences, let alone whether its content was a provocation to the Azorius Senate.
So even though it’s just delivering a letter, the risks involved are quite significant.
"Sure! We'll take this deal."
A bearded man stood up and answered in the affirmative.
"Thank you very much."
Sancho nodded slightly to the other party, then turned around and prepared to leave.
Just as he approached the door, the bearded man suddenly shouted from behind: "Wait! If you don't mind, can you tell me why you went through so much trouble to entrust us to deliver a letter to the Azorius Senate?"
“It’s simple! First, I don’t want to reveal my identity.
Second, a terrible war and disaster will soon befall the world.
All I have to do is give the Azorius Senate a heads-up so they can be prepared."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Sancho pushed open the door and walked out, disappearing at the end of the alley at an extremely fast speed.
About twenty minutes later, when the letter was placed in front of the senior members of the Azorius Senate, the faces of everyone who saw the contents changed drastically.
One of them stood up from his chair and roared, "This is impossible! This is absolutely false! The power of the Guildpact on Ravnica is so strong that even Nicol Bolas can never defeat us."
Another woman nearby scolded him bluntly, "Calm down! Didn't you see that the letter said that Nicol Bolas had spies planted in all the guilds? I think the most urgent task right now is to find these spies."
"Agreed! I propose that we hold a secret meeting and gather the leaders of each guild together."
A non-human with a strange appearance that looked like a construct nodded in agreement.
"Are you sure it's a wise decision to hold a meeting at this time? What if some of the guild leaders have secretly allied themselves with Nicol Bolas?"
"We have no choice but to do this. After all, it's better to make things like this known than to hide them. At least it can alert those guilds that haven't been infiltrated yet."
"In that case, let's send out the invitation. Although the authenticity of the contents of the letter cannot be confirmed for the time being, it's always a good idea to be prepared."
…
After a brief discussion, the Azorius Senate quickly made a decision.
Because their mission is to end chaos, make the whole world seem orderly, and allow people to live within the framework of the law.
No one noticed that after delivering the letter, Sancho quickly came to a ruin overgrown with weeds and vines outside the city.
When he entered, he saw Jinjitasha at a glance.
After the two sides looked at each other and confirmed their identities, Jinji Tasha immediately handed over the box in his hand.
"Here, this is something the Great Father of New Phyrexia asked me to give you.
Also, from today on, these ruins are our territory.
If you have any information to convey, or if you are in danger and need to find a safe place to hide, you can come here.
Remember, don't be afraid, because New Phyrexia is your biggest support and trump card.
The power, technology and resources we possess are far beyond your imagination.”
"Thanks!"
Sancho took the box and opened it, and instantly saw several metal discs made of some unknown material inside.
But the moment he reached out his hand to touch it, a vast amount of knowledge and information flooded into his brain.
Because the speed of indoctrination was so fast, he began to bleed from the nose uncontrollably and was simply unable to digest so much information.
The whole process lasted about half an hour.
The moment he stopped, Sancho immediately felt his legs go weak and he fell to his knees and began to vomit. It felt like he was thrown into a cargo box and bumped around on a bumpy country road for several days and nights, shaking his brain all over.
Fortunately, as a planeswalker, he quickly recovered with the help of several healing cards. He leaned against the wall and asked in an uncertain tone: "What the hell are these metal discs? How can they store so much information and resonate directly with the brain?"
"It comes from the creator of the universe called Azeroth - the Titan.
The original name was called Platinum Disc.
Later I improved and perfected it using oil and other techniques.
How about it, isn't it amazing?
Any creature can read the information stored on it by touching it.
As a carrier, it is far inferior to oil, but it has its own unique advantages. "
When it comes to things related to technology, creation and invention, Jinjitasha immediately becomes excited.
Because this was the first time that the improved platinum disc had transmitted information to a target other than a New Phyrexian creation.
Judging from Sancho's reaction, although it will cause a certain degree of physical discomfort, it does not seem to be life-threatening.
At least not once your physical fitness and intelligence level reach a certain level.
Sancho had studied with Zuo Si for a long time. When he saw the expression on the Blue Judge's face, he knew that he had accidentally become a guinea pig. The corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably for several times, and he couldn't help cursing, "Damn bastard! Aren't you afraid of torturing me to death and having to bear the wrath of your mentor?"
"Of course not!
Because I have prepared more than one way to resurrect.
If you do die, I will pull you back up again before the spark dies.
So please rest assured that I am a professional in this area.”
While speaking, Jinji Taxia opened the mechanical device on his chest, revealing various resurrection props inside. It was obvious that he came prepared.
After all, the most possible damage that the platinum disc could cause is to blow up the brain, which is pure physical damage.
With the current technological strength of New Phyrexia, there is no need to use magic and it can be put together on the spot in a few seconds.
But Jingitashya's indifferent attitude towards life and death made Sancho feel extremely uncomfortable. After rinsing the vomit in his mouth with clean water, he showed a very speechless expression.
"Please, I've experienced the feeling of going from life to death and back to life again and again before.
That feeling is definitely a torture or even torture for any living person.
If you use me as a test subject again, I will definitely report you to my instructor.
Since this is the first time, I will not pursue it for now. "
After saying these words with a warning, Sancho stopped touching the other platinum discs in the box and closed it, intending to take it back and slowly read it through other means.
Jingitashia responded nonchalantly, "Okay, I get it. But be careful, this world will definitely be quite unstable in the near future. Especially Nicol Bolas, who is about to be exposed, will definitely take some actions."
"I know this better than you. By the way, what is the mentor doing now?"
Sancho obviously wanted to find out Zuo Si's next move.
He knew very well that in front of Nicol Bolas, he was no different from other new generation planeswalkers and would be killed instantly.
"The Great Father of New Phyrexia is currently busy dealing with the civil war in Hell.
However, he said that he would let the Mastermind find Nahiri's whereabouts.
Once we find this Lithomancer, the rest will be easy.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you.
If you see Sean VII, don't be surprised, and don't say hello to him. It's best to treat him as a complete stranger. "
Jinji Tasha repeated word for word what Zuo Si had told him before he left.
"Shane VII?!"
Sancho's pupils suddenly dilated, and he immediately guessed what mission this powerful demilich might be assigned.
In just a few seconds, he pieced together Zuo Si's general plan in his mind.
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