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 absolute 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 contacted 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.

尤其是在以巴尔之子身份从事冒险的旅途中所积累的经验，还有应对各种危险的手段和极快的反应速度，使其迅速从底层爬到了一个非常高的位置。

毕竟旅法师无论走到什么地方都会受到一定程度的优待。

更何况还是像桑乔这种看上去没有任何背景，加入时还是个没长大的孩子，简直就是命运给公会送来的骨干跟顶梁柱。

稍微培养一下就能带来巨大的利益。

可根本没人知道，还是个孩子的桑乔已经跟自己同父异母的兄弟姐妹们展开了一场你死我活的厮杀，最后甚至进入父亲的国度参与神战。

无论是思想、意识、精神、心理都远超绝大部分的成年人。

另外在左思的影响下，他同样也相当的阴险狡诈、心黑手狠，从不会敌人手下留情。

所有胆敢小看或试图欺负他年幼的家伙，无一例外都在不久之后遭遇“意外”死掉了。

其中有些死相可以说是相当的恐怖。

但却没有谁能找到证据和抓住桑乔的任何把柄。

“尼可·波拉斯真的战胜了乌金和他的盟友？”

尼米捷抬起头用那双闪烁着红色火光的眼睛注视着站在自己面前的少年。

桑乔赶忙点了点头：“是的。

他们输得很彻底、也很惨。

而且那个能够限制旅法师火花力量的神器——永生圣阳也落在了尼可·波拉斯的手中。

如果娜希丽女士给出的情报没有任何问题，尼可·波拉斯已经掌握了发动战争的两个前置条件。

现在只差最后一个了。”

“所以你认为现如今的关键是时空渡桥？”

尼米捷的神态瞬间变得严肃起来。

作为左思从未见过面的盟友，他早就通过砾岩术士娜希丽得到了相当多关于尼可·波拉斯计划的情报，所以知道这条长老龙旅法师想要干什么。

其实他只要破坏掉那个超时空信标，不让大量旅法师进入拉尼卡，理论上就能让对方无功而返。

但这样仅仅是治标不治本。

因为尼可·波拉斯完全可以自己制造一个同样的设备。

所以想要彻底解决这个威胁就必须击败他。

“没错。

眼下距离敌人发起攻击只剩下一个时空渡桥。

而且我认为用不了多久尼可·波拉斯就能得到它。

如果不想让这场灾难发生，我们唯一能做的就是找到永生圣阳。

然后把它带到一个尼可·波拉斯找不到的时空藏起来，并以一位旅法师的自由为代价，使其永远处在激活状态。

如此一来，对方就永远也不可能拿到永生圣阳，自然就无法启动自己的邪恶计划。”

桑乔站在理性的角度做了一波分析。

他很清楚，火花之战除了是尼可·波拉斯所渴望的之外，也是自家导师想要看到的结果。

这也就意味着这场战争是不可避免的，一定会发生。

尤其是新非瑞克西亚的洞境树，已经可以打破永生圣阳的封锁，实现在多元宇宙之间穿梭。

所以桑乔提出的方法虽然能阻止其他旅法师得到永生圣阳，但却无法阻挡左思。

“你说的似乎有点道理。也许我应该多雇佣一些人手去寻找永生圣阳的下落。”

尼米捷脸上浮现出若有所思的表情。

不过很快他就把硕大的脑袋微微前倾并垂下来盯着站在面前的少年，笑着称赞道：“干得不错，年轻人。你的成长与表现远远超出了我的预期。也许我应该考虑给你一个更高的位置了。”

“哦？真的吗？”

桑乔装出一副欣喜若狂的样子。

虽然他对于这个公会压根没有一丁点归属感，只是将其作为一个通往更高层面的跳板。

但谁又会嫌弃自己手头的资源太多呢？

更何况伊捷联盟的破坏性法术可是整个拉尼卡十会盟中最强的。

对于任何一名法师来说这都是极为宝贵的财富。

“当然！ 我什么时候骗过你。

现在你可以下去休息了。

我想经历了这么多之后你肯定希望能好好吃上一顿、躺在柔软的大床上睡一觉。

其他事情等休息好了再谈。”

说罢，尼米捷将这位年轻但却表现出强大天赋的旅法师赶出了自己的巢穴。

但他不知道的是，桑乔并没有回到房间里休息，而是换上另外一套衣服，借助隐形魔法悄无声息的离开公会，在拉尼卡宛如迷宫般复杂庞大的街道中穿行。

大概半个小时左右终于抵达了一家位于阴暗小巷内的酒馆。

当推开门的刹那，屋内所有人都向其投去了审视的目光。

不过好在桑乔早有准备，用宽大的斗篷和兜帽遮住了自己，没有被任何人认出来。

只见他径直走向吧台，将一个密封的信封与一小袋金币摆放在吧台上，用魔法伪装出来的嘶哑嗓音索道：“我需要你们帮忙送一封信。”

“给谁？”

站在吧台的酒保拿起上边没有任何文字与标记的信封反问。

“给俄佐立参议院。”

桑乔不加思索的给出了答案。

“什么？给谁？你再说一遍？”

酒保整个人都愣住了。

因为俄佐立参议院是整个拉尼卡时空的执法者、立法者和秩序的维护者。

如果要给他们传递消息根本用不着这么麻烦，直接到路边找个巡逻队塞给他们就行了。

桑乔继续用不带一丝感情的语气重复道：“给俄佐立参议院。

我知道你有很多的疑问，甚至觉得我是个神经病。

但我不会回答任何问题。

因为我付了钱，你们就应该提供承诺的服务。

至于客户的隐私和目的，我想应该不属于你们的业务范围。”

听到这番话，酒保的脸色瞬间变了好几次，甚至转过身向后厨某位有决定权的人望去。

要知道拉尼卡时空可不是什么安全的地方。

十会盟虽然表面上维持着远古时代签订的盟约各行其是，但实际上内部矛盾和竞争早就已经公开化。

各个派系由于理念冲突私下里早就打得不可开交。

没人知道这封信是否会引发什么严重的后果，更不知道上边的内容是否是对俄佐立参议院的挑衅。

所以别看仅仅是送信，但所需要承担的风险却一点都不小。

“可以！这笔生意我们接了。”

一名留着络腮胡子的男人站起身给出肯定答复。

“多谢。”

桑乔冲对方微微点了下头，随后便转身准备离开。

就在他靠近门口的刹那，留着络腮胡子的男人突然从背后喊了一嗓子：“等等！如果不介意的话，能告诉我你为什么要兜这么大一个圈子委托我们去给俄佐立参议院送信？”

“很简单！ 第一，我不希望暴露自己的身份。

第二，一场可怕的战争与灾难很快便会降临到这个世界。

而我所要做的仅仅只是给俄佐立参议院提个醒，让他们能够有所准备。”

伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，桑乔直接推开门走了出去，以极快速度消失在小巷的尽头。

大概二十分钟之后，当这封信被摆在俄佐立参议院的高层面前时，所有看到内容的人脸色都勃然大变。

其中一个人更是猛地从椅子上站了起来厉声咆哮道：“这不可能！绝对是假的！拉尼卡十会盟的力量是如此的强大，即便尼可·波拉斯也绝不可能战胜我们。”

旁边另外一名女性则后毫不客气的呵斥道：“冷静点！难道你没看到信上说在所有公会内部都有尼可·波拉斯安插的间谍吗？我认为眼下的当务之急就是找出这些间谍。”

“同意！我提议召开一次秘密会议吧，将各个公会的领导者都聚集起来。”

一名长相怪异宛如构装体一样的非人类点头表示同意。

“你确定这种时候召开会议是个明智的选择吗？一旦某些公会的领导者已经暗中投靠尼可·波拉斯怎么办？”

“没办法，我们只能这样做。毕竟像这种事情，公开总比隐瞒好，至少可以让那些还没有被渗透控制的公会有所警觉。”

“既然这样那就发出邀请吧。虽然信上的内容真实性暂时还无法确认，但有所准备总是没错的。”

……

就这样在经过了简单的讨论之后，俄佐立参议院迅速做出了决策。

因为他们成立的职责就是为了结束混乱，让整个世界看起来竟然有序，民众可以在法律的框架管理下生活。

根本没有人注意到，桑乔在完成送信之后迅速来到城市之外一处长满杂草与藤蔓的废墟之中。

当他进入内部之后，一眼就看到了金吉塔厦的身影。

双方对视了一眼确认身份之后，金吉塔厦立刻将手中拎着的箱子递了过去。

“给，这是伟大新非瑞克西亚之父让我交个你的东西。

另外，从今天开始，这片废墟就是我们的地盘了。

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 torment 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.