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 define 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 fell 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 worshiping 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.
The most famous executor is the Gorgon-haired banshee Vraska.
Of course, she should now be called the "Queen of the Golgari".
Because since returning from Ixalan she had killed the original leader and replaced him with Jared.
The two looked at each other for less than a second, and Sorin Markov felt his legs becoming uncontrollable.
When I lowered my head, I saw that the area below my knees had completely turned into stone.
“Damn it!”
After realizing that he was ambushed, he immediately raised the sword in his hand and threw it with all his strength, hoping to force the Gorgon to interrupt his concentration on casting the spell.
But unfortunately, the vampire planeswalker apparently forgot that there was an even more dangerous demilich behind him.
How could Shane VII miss such a good opportunity? He immediately cast the ninth-ring spell [Bigbai Crushing Palm], swung the force field to blow away Sorin Markov and the sword he had thrown, and then pinned him to the ground with a bang.
Vraska took the opportunity to charge forward, grabbing the vampire's hair and forcing his pale face up to face her.
“Get out of here!!!”
Sorin Markov apparently realized that the Gorgon wanted to turn him completely into stone, so he immediately activated a powerful Planeswalker card, instantly releasing black mana as fierce as a tornado from his body.
The horrific force destroyed the hand in less than a tenth of a second and forced Vraska to retreat.
Because any living creature cannot resist the erosion of so much energy representing darkness, death, and decay.
Seeing that the sneak attack had failed, Vraska didn't hesitate for even a second before activating a card to instantly enter stealth mode.
Shane VII roughly estimated the death tornado that had killed all life within a radius of more than ten kilometers, and quickly activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.
It is not difficult to see from the tacit cooperation between the two that this trap was set up by the two of them together in order to capture Sorin Markov and force him to reveal the whereabouts of the Spirit Dragon Ugin.
But unfortunately, they failed.
To be precise, they underestimated the power of the Ancient Planeswalkers, which ultimately led to failure.
By the time Sorin Markov completely absorbed the black mana released by the cards and transformed into the Night God of War that exuded terrifying power, Shane VII and Vraska had already hidden away somewhere.
He instantly realized that he had been fooled, and roared in anger: "Assholes! I will remember you! Wait for me! The next time we meet, you will die!"
Before he finished speaking!
Another ray of light from the Planeswalker's Spark appeared out of nowhere, followed by a very familiar voice.
"You look really miserable. If you don't mind, could you tell me what happened?"
Following the direction of the voice, Sorin Markov immediately locked onto his cheap apprentice, Zuo Si, and asked in great surprise, "Why are you here?
No, that's not right.
Where have you been all these years?
Why is there no news at all?
I thought you were blown and killed by Nicol Bolas."
Zuo Si smiled, shrugged his shoulders and replied, "You worry too much, dear teacher.
Even if I were exposed, it wouldn't be easy for Nicol Bolas to kill me.
The main reason I haven't heard from you is that I've had so much trouble to deal with since the end of the Eldrazi incident.
But now, I finally found some time.
Because if I don't show up, he will probably start the War of the Spark to achieve his ultimate goal."
“You know about the battle that broke out on the plane of Ixalan?”
Sorin Markov was visibly stunned.
Because everyone who participated in the battle, except for the missing Nahiri, had clearly stated that they could not contact their cheap apprentice.
"Of course! I'm just busy, but I haven't completely stopped collecting intelligence from all sides. And I really want to find out where Nicol Bolas hid the Immortal Sun he stole."
Zuo Si made no secret and stated his purpose directly.
He knew that this cheap teacher was one of the very few people who maintained a long-term and stable relationship with Wu Jin.
Ugin was the only one who could peer into Nicol Bolas's thoughts through the mental world shared by the two elder dragon planeswalkers.
If there was one person in the entire multiverse who knew Nicol Bolas best, it would be his good brother Ugin.
"You're asking the wrong person. You should ask Wu Jin this question directly. And he's anxious to find you now."
Sorin Markov began to slowly remove the powerful magic that was cast upon him, and even the natural dissipation of it would cause the surrounding land to fall into permanent and irreversible death.
If there is no external interference, it is estimated that not even a single weed will grow here for at least ten thousand years, and there will be no trace of any animals or insects.
Obviously, this is a super-enhanced magic card similar to [God of War Possession], which can greatly enhance the combat effectiveness of the planeswalker.
But unfortunately, the monkey-like Shane VII did not give his opponent any chance to perform. Seeing that the situation was not good, he chose to retreat without hesitation.
No wonder Sorin Markov was so furious just now.
It's like playing a competitive game. You just use your ultimate to rush in and get the kill, but the opponent runs back to the base fountain without even looking back, curing your low blood pressure in minutes.
"Where is Ugin?"
Zuo Si asked in a deliberately casual manner.
"Here! These are the coordinates of his spacetime."
Sorin Markov obviously didn't know that his good apprentice had long wanted to kill Wu Jin, so he simply passed on a space coordinate.
After Zuo Si received it, a barely perceptible coldness flashed across his eyes, and then he quickly put on a relaxed look and said, "Thank you very much. I need to meet a few people now, and I will go find him immediately after meeting them. Do you have anything else to tell me?"
Sorin Markov shook his head slightly: "No, not really.
I can sense the terrible power of your planeswalker spark.
By now you should be closer to Ugin and Nicol Bolas than I was.
As a teacher, there is nothing more I can teach you.
But I still want to ask one last question. Nahiri should be with you, right?"
"Yes, she is with me, and she is in no danger. Not only that, but she will be the most powerful ally against Nicol Bolas."
Zuo Si gave a half-true and half-false answer.
He would never tell the other party what Nahiri had become now, and what methods he used to control the Lithomancer.
"Very good, then I'm relieved. If you need any help, you know where to find me."
With that, Sorin Markov sheathed his sword, activated the Planeswalker Spark, and left Ravnica to return to his hometown of Innistrad.
Because unlike other planeswalkers, protecting Innistrad is the life purpose he gave himself after igniting his spark.
So this guy is obviously a powerful ancient planeswalker, but his presence is very low.
Only when Innistrad is threatened does he really show his full strength.
After watching the cheap teacher disappear without a trace, Zuo Si said without even turning his head: "Come out, he has already gone far away."
moment!
Two portals opened out of nowhere, and Shane VII and the Gorgon Vraska, who had escaped earlier, walked out from the other side.
Especially the latter, who complained as soon as they met: "I don't remember our contract mentioning that the target would be so powerful and dangerous! You are deliberately concealing information, and you must pay extra!"
"Calm down, ma'am. I have paid you a large sum of money, which is more than enough to offset any danger arising from this commission."
King Sean VII ruthlessly rejected the other party's request.
It was not difficult to hear from the conversation that Vraska was actually hired by him.
To be precise, this meticulous and insidious half-lich hired a planeswalker killer in advance, and then set up this ambush trap, hoping to capture Sorin Markov in one fell swoop through an unethical sneak attack.
But this calculation obviously failed in the face of absolute strength.
Not to mention the two novice planeswalkers, even Zuo Si would have to work hard to win over his cheap teacher.
What's more, Sorin Markov has not yet revealed his means of bombing land cards as an ancient planeswalker.
"That's not enough! If I knew your target was an ancient planeswalker, I would never accept the order no matter how much you offered."
There was a strong sense of resentment in Vraska's tone.
But it’s no wonder.
As a Gorgon, she had only been a planeswalker for a short time, and her method of killing people was basically sneak attacks, rarely giving the opponent a chance to resist.
This also means that she is not good at frontal combat, especially when facing a master like Sorin Markov, whose swordsmanship, reaction speed, and magical ability are almost perfect without any weaknesses.
So after missing the attack, Vraska immediately chose to retreat without any hesitation at all.
She knew very well that once the other party released her restraints and took her as a target of attack, she would be killed on the spot in a matter of seconds.
The gap in strength between the two was so great that it could not be bridged.
Just as Xia En VII was about to argue, Zuo Si suddenly raised his hand to interrupt him and said to the Gorgon directly: "Madam, I wonder if you have considered the conditions I offered before. You should know that my patience is limited, and I don't have time to play this trick with you."
moment!
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 expresslessly: "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.
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