Almost everyone will form their own unique combat habits based on the casting environment of the time and space they were born in, the overall magic level, and personal experience.
Some of them are more adept at using various kinds of magic.
For example, Jace Beleren's mental magic, Teferi's time magic, Nissa Revane's nature magic, Chandra Nalaar's fire magic, Garruk's summoning magic, and Lillian Navis's necromancy are typical examples.
Others are better at transformation magic and physical combat.
Sarkhan, Gideon Jura, Elspeth Tirel, and Ajani Goldmane are the most famous representatives among them.
Rather than calling them "mages", it would be more appropriate to call them warriors who possess certain spell-like abilities, and some of them are out-and-out berserkers.
In addition, there are artificer masters such as Tezzeret and Venser who are good at making and repairing various magical and technological items.
As for the last type, they are ancient planeswalkers who have lived for too long, such as Sorin Markov, Ugin the Spirit Dragon, Nahiri the Lithomancer, and Nicol Bolas.
Over a long period of time, they have learned so many things that they basically know everything and are good at a little bit of everything, without any obvious weaknesses.
In particular, their strong vitality and various life-saving methods make it difficult to kill them.
Moreover, most of the time and space have not developed a very complex, complete and diverse magic system like the planet Toril with the help of the Goddess of Magic and the Magic Network.
You can even rely on the power of magic to deify yourself.
The most important thing is that although the mages possess power enough to destroy the world, they themselves are very fragile.
Without any defense, even a poisoned dagger can easily kill a high-level wizard who can cast spells above the seventh level.
This means that even for their own safety, mages will inevitably frantically develop targeted protective magic.
Not to mention anything else, there are more than thirty protective magic spells of the third ring and below, and there are more than twenty of the fourth ring alone.
It can be said that among all the magic factions, only the conjuration, evocation and transmutation factions can compete with it in terms of total number.
The degree of their cruelty is enough to make a wizard truly invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, and use his physical body to break through the atmosphere and enter the cold outer space.
As for combat, any wizard who has reached a certain spellcasting level will ensure that he always has at least six protective spells on him, and will replenish a large number of them before going into battle.
Because the underlying idea of the Feren Mage is to ensure that he is invincible first, and then consider how to defeat the opponent and win.
Otherwise, once a person dies, there will be nothing left.
As long as you are alive, the possibilities are endless.
But this concept of focusing on defense far more than attack is obviously very different from the habits of many planeswalkers who like to counter attacks from different angles.
In Sorin Markov's eyes, Shane VII's approach of wrapping himself tightly from the beginning was obviously a bit too much, giving people a feeling of "cowardice" and "fear".
And it is also very, very wasteful.
If they were all cleared by one dispel magic, then all the mana consumed in casting those protective spells would be wasted.
After all, all of the planeswalker's spell cards are instant, and there is no need to chant spells or spend time on channeling.
In addition, if you reveal too many cards at once, it will be easy for your opponent to find flaws.
Obviously, Sorin Markov's bewilderment and lack of understanding were the result of a violent conflict between two completely different tactical concepts and casting habits.
Although Shane VII has been a planeswalker for some time and has traveled through at least forty time and space, he is still the awe-inspiring Undead Emperor and Demilich of Faerun at heart.
However, he obviously noticed the reaction of the vampire planeswalker, and explained with a smile: "I think you must be very surprised by my behavior, right?"
"Hmph! It's just fancy stuff. Soon I'll show you what a real battle between planeswalkers is like."
Sorin Markov curled his lips in disdain.
As an ancient planeswalker whose age is second only to Ugin and Nicol Bolas, he has seen countless strange things in his life.
Especially the new generation of planeswalkers after the spark degraded, each one is more bizarre and abstract than the other.
In comparison, this excessive focus on protection is actually nothing.
"Really? Then I look forward to your guidance."
Shane VII placed one hand on his chest and leaned slightly, then immediately activated four spells [Sunfire Explosion] that were the most lethal to undead creatures, and they were also versions with extreme and powerful spells.
Before Sorin Markov could react to what was happening, he was enveloped by a dazzling white light like the sun. The intense burning and scorching completely destroyed 80% of his body in just two or three seconds. A large amount of flesh and blood instantly turned into ashes and dust that drifted away with the wind.
Obviously, he never dreamed that Shane VII would cast such destructive magic right away, directly skipping all the stages of mutual testing, so he was not prepared at all.
In contrast, Shane VII was not greatly affected because he was supported by the half-lich's physical body and was classified as a human rather than an undead creature.
What's more, a lot of protective magic was cast before, which completely absorbed the fire damage of [Yangyan Explosion].
But fortunately, the vigorous vitality accumulated over thousands of years played a key role at this time.
Sorin Markov did not immediately lose consciousness due to the collapse of his body. Instead, with the help of the planeswalker spark, he stimulated a powerful life magic.
The next second...
A curtain of light enveloped him from head to toe.
When the spell effect of [Sun Explosion] ended, one could vaguely see through the light curtain that the dark red energy inside was reconstructing a new body including bones, muscles, and nerves.
In a flash, he swung his sword to split the light curtain and walked out. The constantly regenerating muscles, skin and bones made him look extremely eerie and terrifying.
At this moment, the face of this ancient vampire mage who exuded arrogance in his bones no longer had any of his previous arrogance, but only fear, vigilance, horror, shock and disbelief.
Because he was almost taken away by this new generation of planeswalker who he had never met before.
Are young people nowadays so ruthless?
Or am I too old to keep up with the trend of the times?
Sorin Markov couldn't help but fall into deep self-doubt.
He had no idea that more than 100% of these tactics of Shane VII were learned from his good disciple Zuo Si.
When the latter was still relatively weak, he relied on this kind of unexpected saturation attack to kill many powerful enemies whose spellcasting level and hard power were many times higher than his own.
Shane VII, who was hiding in the dark at the time, saw all of this, and after he became a planeswalker, he followed suit.
Although he himself is an undead creature - a demilich, he shows no mercy when dealing with his own kind. Instead, he uses the characteristics of the spell's demilich body to mislead the opponent, thereby maximizing the lethality of [Sunfire Explosion] against undead creatures.
This is why Sorin Markov fell for it so easily.
He had confirmed from the beginning that the other party was an undead creature like himself, so he never expected that Shane VII would not consider whether he would be hurt by mistake at such a close distance, and would directly cause the power like the sun to suddenly erupt around him.
The terrifying energy and strong light completely destroyed all senses in an instant, just like an ordinary person would temporarily feel dizzy when encountering a flash bomb.
By the time they reacted, the undead creature's body had basically turned to ash.
"Are you trying to kill me?"
After waiting for his body to fully recover, Sorin Markov finally broke the silence and questioned with his eyes gleaming with golden light.
Unlike ordinary vampires, the spark gives him the ability to use both black and white mana at the same time, so the color of his pupils is not the blood red of ordinary vampires.
This makes him look particularly domineering and unruly.
"Haha, no, I just want to test whether the Ancient Planeswalker is really as powerful as the legend says. Besides, if you were killed so easily, it would definitely not be the famous Sorin Markov, but some impostor impersonating you."
Shane VII still maintained his polite attitude, and did not look like a ruthless person who was going to kill people from the very beginning.
This strong contrast is definitely enough to make most people feel terrified and sweaty, as if sitting down with a handsome and famous ogre to discuss how to be more delicious and tasty.
Sorin Markov was obviously enraged. His eyes began to flash dangerously, and then he instantly turned into a shadow and disappeared on the spot.
Ding! With the crisp sound of the sword chopping on the metal staff and the golden sparks bursting out, he directly crossed the space between the two people and appeared out of thin air less than half a meter away. At the same time, a ball of red magic light was released from the other hand that was not holding the sword.
Needless to say, this is Sorin Markov's best fighting style, combining swordsmanship and magic to work together.
But unfortunately, Shane VII had already used the prophecy magic he learned in other time and space to predict what might happen in the next two or three seconds and took precautions in advance.
Especially the force field protection magic, which successfully blocked and slowed down the speed of the sword when it was coming towards him, and he finally succeeded in blocking it with the staff.
Feeling the increasing power coming from the blade, he raised his head slightly and said in an emotionless tone: "I'm sorry, swordsmanship and all physical attacks are meaningless to me. Because even if you destroy this body, it will only release the real me from the cage of the flesh."
"Then let me see what the real you is like!"
Sorin Markov suddenly strengthened the vampire spell in his other hand.
A large amount of red smoke quickly entered the half-lich's body, atomizing the blood at an unimaginable speed, and then extracted it through the blood vessels and skin. He continuously inhaled it into his body to replenish his vitality.
Just relying on this unique skill of attacking and sucking at the same time, this vampire planeswalker can easily defeat most enemies.
Even the Lithomancer Nahiri had a hard time getting the upper hand over her former teacher.
But Shane VII did not panic at all in the face of this situation. Instead, he allowed the body shaped by magic to gradually dry up and age until it began to turn into decayed dust.
When the area below the neck completely disappeared, the entire head suddenly released a strong shock wave, which forcibly knocked the opponent away.
When Sorin Markov steadied himself, he suddenly saw a golden skull floating in the air, with a large number of glittering gems inlaid on the eye sockets and teeth of the skull.
"Lich?!"
He asked in an uncertain tone.
Because although many time and space have liches, intelligent undead creatures created by magical power, their forms and abilities are not the same.
Especially this kind of demi-lich, where only the skull is left but still retains powerful strength, can basically only be seen in the universe where the planet Toril is located.
“That’s right.
To be precise, it should be called a demilich.
A variant whose body gradually decays during the long astral exploration, but whose magic and soul become increasingly powerful.
In the world where I was born, there are many outer planes, especially the astral plane, which is the source of all spiritual things in the material world and hides many mysteries about the gods.
Many liches gradually forgot about time while exploring inside, which eventually caused their bodies to decay due to the lack of souls for a long time.
But if you think that not having a body makes us weaker, you are very wrong."
As Shane VII spoke, he used his mind to control countless planeswalker cards to rotate around his skull.
This is also one of the unique abilities of a demilich.
According to the technical terminology, it should be called "Phylactery Transfer".
To put it simply, the soul of a demilich is more powerful than that of an ordinary lich.
This allows them to not have to equip an item, as long as it is connected to their phylactery through some unknown means, and they can enjoy the corresponding effects no matter how far away they are.
In other words, the demilich you see may not have a single magic item on him, but he can activate a magic storage ring in battle, or enjoy the additional magic protection bonus from his robes, belts, and boots.
"Interesting! You're starting to get me a little interested."
Sorin Markov was apparently not intimidated by the other party's amazing spellcasting ability. Instead, he finally became serious and activated the Planeswalker Card to bless himself with several blood magics.
A red gem as big as a water cup appeared on the chest of his black dress, followed by a half-body armor emitting a silver metallic luster extending from the gem.
From the holy glow emanating from the metal material, it is not difficult to tell that this thing is made of the famous moon silver of Innistrad.
This material is not only one of the best carriers of magic, but also has the property of restraining all evil such as vampires, werewolves, demons, undead creatures, etc.
It has to be said that the fact that Sorin Markov was able to make it into armor and wear it is enough to show his strength as an ancient planeswalker.
After all, normally, any vampire or other undead creature that touches the moon silver will suffer great damage to themselves, not to mention wearing it directly on the body like this.
"It's my pleasure!"
Shane VII undoubtedly noticed the power of the Moonsilver Armor.
However, his focus was not on the magic metal - moon silver, but on the red gem on the chest.
If I'm not mistaken, this is what offsets the armor's purifying effect on the undead wearer.
The two men stared at each other for a few seconds, and then started fighting again.
Shane VII, who had completely revealed his true identity as a half-lich, no longer hid himself. He kept trying to capture souls through gems, and at the same time, relying on his expertise in [Perfect Automatic Stillness Spell], he abandoned all casting actions, chanted spells at an extremely fast speed, and threw powerful magic at the opponent.
Especially the various powerful transmutation magics, which even gave Sorin Markov the illusion that he was facing his former good apprentice Nahiri.
Because the magic of a Lithomancer gone mad is so spectacular and destructive.
It’s just that Shane VII has more tricks that are harder to guard against.
The massive number of summoned creatures turned the surrounding ruins into a completely chaotic battlefield.
Fortunately, the battle between planeswalkers ultimately comes down to who has a higher spark level, connects to more worlds, and can mobilize more energy.
After the two sides consumed each other for a while, Sorin Markov finally stopped all his actions, stood still and asked in a very curious tone: "Why would a planeswalker like you choose to work for Nicol Bolas? What benefits did he promise you?"
Shaking his glittering skull, Shane VII responded: "Benefits? No, no, no, you seem to have misunderstood something.
I said that I was just helping him temporarily.
It doesn't mean I'm on his side.
You can understand that I am trying to win his trust in this way and then achieve my own goals.
So please tell me the whereabouts of Wu Jin, the spirit dragon. I just want to check his injuries."
"To achieve your own goals?"
Sorin Markov had grasped the key point.
Because in his opinion, with the level of magic displayed by Shane VII, there is no need to rely on anyone, even Nicol Bolas, the elder dragon mage who has the title of the strongest.
But if you're making a deal with Nicol Bolas in order to get something, then that's understandable.
After all, every planeswalker will subconsciously set a goal for his life after igniting the spark.
In order to achieve this goal, they are often willing to pay a huge price, even at the cost of their precious lives.
The most typical example is the legendary planeswalker Urza, whose ultimate goal is to destroy old Phyrexia and its creator Yawgmoth.
This guy was determined to walk the path of revenge throughout his life, even if it meant sacrificing countless companions and allies, and in the end he gave his own life without hesitation.
Another person who had a similar experience was Sarkhan, who spent his entire life worshipping dragons, searching for dragons, and desiring to offer his loyalty to them.
Therefore, almost every planeswalker has his own ideals and persistence.
As the maintainer of the fragile balance of Innistrad, Sorin Markov understands better than anyone how terrifying a planeswalker's sense of mission can be.
Just when he wanted to ask for more details, he suddenly felt a horrifying fear in his heart.
His reactions over the years made him realize immediately that this was the alarm sent by his sixth sense when danger was approaching, and he immediately turned around and swung the sword in his hand.
Just as he turned around, a black shadow suddenly emerged from the shadows of the ruins and pounced towards him like a phantom.
The Shadow Killer? Sorin Markov instantly identified the twisted creature that had attacked him.
The Golgari Swarm's ace killer - Vraska!
Sorin Markov recognized the man immediately.
Because on Ravnica, the Golgari Swarm, which represents green and black mana, is a member of the Guildpact.
They are mainly responsible for providing sufficient food for the entire space and time. Like the red-robed wizards in Faerun, they manipulate a large number of undead creatures and spells to promote the cycle of nature and life.
Of course, don't make the mistake of thinking that these guys are good people just because they grow crops and provide food security.
The Golgari guilds are actually some of the most notorious guilds on Ravnica, and they often eliminate potential enemies that hinder the realization of their plans through assassinations and other means.
而蛇发女妖—瓦丝卡就是最有名气的执行者。
当然，现在应该被称之为“葛加理女王”了。
因为自打从依夏兰回来之后她就杀掉原本的首领——贾雷取而代之。
两人仅仅对视了不到一秒钟，索霖·马可夫就感觉到自己的双腿已经变得不听使唤。
低下头一看，原来膝盖以下的位置已经完全变成了石头。
“该死！”
意识到自己中了埋伏之后，他立刻就举起手中的剑用尽全身力气投了出去，想要一次来逼迫蛇发女妖中断自己的施法专注。
但是很可惜，这位吸血鬼旅法师显然忘记了身后还有一个更加危险的半巫妖。
夏恩七世怎么可能会错过这么好的机会，立马瞬发九环法术【比格拜粉碎掌】，抡起力场大巴掌连带索霖·马可夫本人和他丢出去的剑一起扇飞，然后砰的一声死死按在地上。
瓦丝卡则趁机充上前去，一把抓住吸血鬼的头发强行将对方那张苍白的脸拉起来正对着自己。
“滚开！！！！”
索霖·马可夫显然意识到蛇发女妖这是想把自己彻底变成一块石头，所以立刻激活一张威力巨大的旅法师卡牌，瞬间从体内释放出宛如龙卷风一样猛烈的黑色法术力。
那骇人的威力在不到零点一秒钟内就摧毁了力场大手，并逼迫瓦丝卡不得不后退。
因为但凡还是个活着的生物就不可能抵挡得了如此多代表黑暗、死亡、腐朽的能量侵蚀。
眼见偷袭失败，瓦丝卡连一秒钟都没有犹豫，立刻激活一张卡牌瞬间进入隐身状态。
夏恩七世则大概估算了一下已经将周围方圆超过十公里范围内一切生命全部干掉的死亡龙卷，很快也启动传送魔法消失在原地。
从两人默契的配合不难看出，这个局是他们俩一起联手布下的，为的就是能抓住索霖·马可夫逼问出灵龙乌金的下落。
但是很可惜，他们失败了。
确切地说是低估了上古旅法师的力量，所以最终导致功败垂成。
当索霖·马可夫完全吸收了卡牌释放出来的黑色法术力化身成为散发着恐怖威势的黑夜战神时，夏恩七世与瓦丝卡早就不晓得躲到什么地方去了。
他瞬间意识到自己被耍了，怒不可遏的低吼道：“混蛋！我记住您们了！给我等着！下次再见面的时候就是你们的死期！”
话音未落！
另外一道旅法师火花的光芒便凭空出现，紧跟着一个十分熟悉的声音便从耳边传来。
“您看起来还真是有够狼狈的呢。如果不介意的话，能告诉我发生了什么吗？”
顺着声音的方向，索霖·马可夫几乎一眼就锁定了自己的便宜徒弟——左思，紧跟着无比惊讶的问：“你怎么会出现在这里？
不，不对。
应该是你这些年跑到哪去了？
为什么一点音讯都没有？
我还以为你的身份暴露被尼可·波拉斯给干掉了呢。”
左思笑着耸了耸肩膀回答道：“您多虑了，亲爱的老师。
就算我暴露了，尼可·波拉斯想要干掉我也没那么容易。
我之所以会音讯全无，主要是因为自从奥札奇事件结束后需要处理的麻烦太多了、
不过现在，我总算是抽出一点时间。
因为要是我再不现身，他应该就要发动火花之战来实现自己的终极目标了。”
“你知道在依夏兰时空爆发的战斗？”
索霖·马可夫明显愣了一下。
因为凡是参与过那场战斗中的人除了失踪的娜希丽之外，其余人都明确表示过联系不上自己这位便宜徒弟。
“当然！我只是比较忙而已，又不是完全断绝了各方面情报的收集。而且我现在非常想要搞清楚，尼可·波拉斯究竟把抢来的永生圣阳藏在了什么地方。”
左思没有任何掩饰，直截了当表明了自己的来意。
他知道这位便宜老师是极少数与乌金保持长期稳定联系的人。
而乌金则是唯一能够透过那个由这对长老龙旅法师共享的精神世界窥探到尼可·波拉斯想法的人。
如要从整个多元宇宙找出一个最了解尼可·波拉斯的人，那一定非他的好兄弟乌金莫属。
“你问错人了。这种问题你应该直接去问乌金比较好。而且他现在也在急着找你。”
索霖·马可夫开始缓慢解除加持在身上的强大魔法效果，仅仅只是自然飘散都会让周围的土地陷入永久性不可恢复的死亡。
要是没有外力的干涉，估计这里至少在万年之内绝对不会长出哪怕一根的杂草，更不会有任何动物、昆虫存在的痕迹。
很显然，这是一个类似【战神附体】一样的超级强化类魔法卡牌，可以大幅度提升旅法师的战斗力。
但是很可惜，猴精的夏恩七世压根没有给对手发挥的机会，眼见情况不妙便毫不犹豫选择撤退。
难怪索霖·马可夫刚才会气得暴跳如雷。
这就好像完竞技类游戏，这边刚开完大招准备冲上去拿人头，结果对面头也不回的就跑回了基地泉水，分分钟治好你的低血压。
“乌金在哪？”
左思故意装出一副不经意的样子询问道。
“给！这是他所在时空的坐标。”
索霖·马可夫显然并不知道眼前这位好徒弟早就对乌金起了杀心，十分干脆把一个空间坐标传递过去。
左思拿到后眼睛里瞬间闪过一抹不易被察觉到的阴冷，随后迅速摆出一副轻松的模样说道：“多谢了。我现在需要去见几个人，见过之后就会立刻去找他。您还有什么要叮嘱的吗？”
索霖·马可夫轻轻摇了摇头：“不，没有。
我能感受到你旅法师火花所散发出来的恐怖力量。
现在的你应该已经超越我接近乌金和尼可·波拉斯那样的程度。
作为老师，我已经没有什么能教你的了。
不过最后我还是想问一句，娜希丽应该在你那里，对吧？”
“是的，她在我这里，并且没有任何危险。不仅如此，她还会是对付尼可·波拉斯最有力的帮手。”
左思半真半假的给出答案。
他永远不会告诉对方，娜希丽现在已经变成了什么样子，以及为了控制砾岩术士自己使用了怎样的手段。
“很好，那我就放心了。如果有什么需要帮忙的，你知道在哪能找到我。”
说罢，索霖·马可夫将手中的佩剑插回鞘内，直接启动旅法师火花离开拉尼卡返回故乡依尼翠。
因为与其他旅法师不同，守护依尼翠就是他点燃火花后所赋予自己的人生目标。
所以这家伙明明是个强大的上古旅法师，但存在感却非常低。
只有当依尼翠遭到威胁时，他才会真正亮出底牌全力以赴。
目送便宜老师消失无踪，左思这才头也不回的说道：“都出来吧，他已经走远了。”
瞬间！
两道传送门凭空开启，紧跟着之前逃走的夏恩七世和蛇发女妖瓦丝卡便从另外一边走了出来。
尤其是后者，一见面就立刻抱怨道：“我可不记得我们的合约中提到过目标会如此强大、危险！你这是故意隐瞒信息，必须额外加钱！”
“冷静点，女士。我已经付给了你一大笔钱，这足以抵消本次委托所产生的任何危险。”
夏恩七世毫不留情拒绝了对方提出的要求。
从对话中不难听出，瓦丝卡其实是受到了他的雇佣。
确切地说，这位心思缜密、阴险狡诈的半巫妖提前雇佣了一名旅法师杀手，然后又设下这个伏击陷阱，想要通过不讲武德的偷袭来一举拿下索霖·马可夫。
但这种算计在绝对实力的面前显然失效了。
别说是两个新手旅法师，就是左思现在想要拿下自己的便宜老师都得费上一番功夫。
更何况索霖·马可夫还没亮出自己身为上古旅法师轰炸地牌的手段呢。
“那还远远不够！如果我知道你要对付的目标是一个上古旅法师，无论开价多少都绝不会接着一单。”
瓦丝卡语气中明显带着一股强烈的怨气。
不过这也难怪。
身为蛇发女妖的她才成为旅法师没多久，而且杀人的方式也基本都是偷袭，很少会给对方反抗的机会。
这也就意味着她其实并不擅长正面战斗，尤其是面对索霖·马可夫这种剑术、反应速度、魔法能力都近乎完美没有一丁点弱点的高手。
所以在一击不中之后，瓦丝卡立马选择了撤退，压根没有一丝一毫的犹豫。
她很清楚一旦对方解除束缚将自己作为攻击目标，用不了几秒钟就得横死当场。
两人之间实力的差距甚至大到了无法弥补的程度。
正当夏恩七世还想要据理力争的时候，左思突然抬起手打断了他，直截了当对蛇发女妖说道：“女士，我之前开出的条件，不知道你考虑好没有。要知道我的耐心可是有限的，没空跟你玩这种欲拒还迎的小把戏。”
瞬间！
Vraska's expression changed slightly, her snake-like hair swaying in the wind as she carefully defended herself, "But the person who came to talk to me about this matter last time was not you. It was the Lithomancer Nahiri. How do I know that you are the person she mentioned? After all, there are many people in this world who master the magic of shapeshifting."
"Why, do you want to confirm it?"
Zuo Si slowly raised his right hand and began to convert matter in the surrounding air into energy, quickly gathering a ball of light emitting a destructive aura.
"No! Of course not!"
Vraska was visibly frightened and began to back away immediately, her planeswalker spark flickering as she made it clear she was trying to escape.
She didn't want to try whether she could withstand the energy ball in front of her that was becoming increasingly larger and more terrifying.
But before the Gorgon could teleport, Shane VII at the side took advantage of her unpreparedness and threw a [Command: Shock] at her.
In a flash!
A massive rune exploded above Vraska's head.
The violent mental shock made it impossible for her to stay focused, and she quickly fell into a daze with no one posting updates.
"Ma'am, I've given you a chance, but you didn't take it seriously. If you don't want to drink my toast, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Zuo Si slowly took out from his pocket a mind-flayer tadpole that had been completely transformed by the sparkling oil, presenting a form that was enough to make all normal people feel terrified and disgusted.
Unlike ordinary tadpoles, it is covered from head to toe with densely packed metal limbs as thin as silk threads, and its mouthparts full of sharp teeth at the front have been replaced by more sophisticated and complex electronic tubes.
"Don't...don't do this! Please! I agree to all the conditions! I am willing to work for you!"
Overwhelmed by an indescribable despair, Vraska finally regained some consciousness and began to plead loudly.
But Zuo Si said expressionlessly: "Sorry, it's too late. And I don't think this kind of promise made for survival will be fulfilled. In comparison, I still prefer to keep everything under my own control."
As the last word came out of his mouth, he sent the tadpole directly to the other person's eyelids.
“Ah ...
When the tadpole began to drill into the brain along the eyes that could petrify its targets, the Gorgon screamed in pain and blood flowed out from the edges of its eyeballs.
Although she tried her best to activate her petrification rays, her struggles were in vain.
In just a few seconds, the tadpole enters the brain and begins to devour the most nutritious gray matter. At the same time, it decomposes its own body to release billions of electronic nerve fibers and begins to rebuild an unknown electronic brain.
By the time it was all over, the planeswalker named Vraska had vanished completely, replaced by a simulated brain from a fully-developed mind flayer tadpole.
Her former soul and the planeswalker spark bound to it are preserved in the body of the mind flayer tadpole.
There is no doubt that this is a creation of the combination of the Shining Oil of New Phyrexia and the power of the Mastermind. It is also a means to replace anyone instantly but is difficult to be discovered.
Because no one would be able to perceive that inside the skull of a living person with normal physiological reactions, there is actually something constructed of precise electronic devices and psychic powers.
"Great Father of New Phyrexia, your servants await your command."
The new Vraska knelt on the ground in respect and obedience to her master.
Unlike the traditional Gorgon with snake hair and body, her body is completely human in structure, so her lower body has two slender thighs that allow her to kneel down.
"Well, she looks pretty good. Tell me, why did she reject my recruitment again and again before, and who is she working for?"
Zuo Si asked as he pinched the man's chin and examined his brain structure with interest.
“She’s not working for anybody, she’s just pursuing what interests her.
However, from memory, she has worked with Nicol Bolas.
The content was that if Vraska could find the Immortal Sun from Orazca on Ixalan, she would be promised to become the new queen of the Golgari.
Although this memory was partially incomplete, Nicol Bolas clearly kept his promise.
This also means that she is working for your worst enemy.
But for some reason, she began to waver again.
The reason why I am willing to accept the employment of King Sean VII this time is mainly because I want to regain his trust and find out his next plan. "
The new Vaska dumped out all the information it had read after devouring the brain.
"Oh? So I got myself a pretty useful tool, didn't I?"
Zuo Si pursed his lips and revealed a playful smile.