Shane VII re-cast a legendary magic [Demilich's Body] to disguise himself as a living person again.

After all, undead creatures are still quite scary in the eyes of most living people and can easily cause unnecessary trouble.

What's more, he has always considered himself a "human being", the legitimate emperor of the Shane Dynasty in the Kalinshan region in the south of the continent of Faerun. Unlike other liches, he was not gradually swallowed by negative energy and began to regard himself as an undead who was opposed to the living.

“No, there’s no need for that.

Because the Golgari Swarm was attacked by the Azorius Senate several years ago and was almost expelled, its current sphere of influence is no longer as strong as before.

Moreover, due to frequent assassinations and changes of power, its rule and management are very unstable. Even with Vraska as the nominal leader, there is no way to ensure that the people below will obey.

An organization like this that remains chaotic and turbulent for a long time is not worth infiltrating and controlling.

Instead of wasting time on them, it would be better to just throw out the entire Golgari community as a troublemaker or sacrifice, completely throwing the entire Ravnica plane into chaos.

Because the more chaotic the situation here is, the more time and energy Nicol Bolas will need to understand what is going on behind the scenes."

As he spoke, Zuo Si's tone revealed his naked and undisguised contempt for the entire Golgari community.

Because this organization is a union that combines the two completely opposite values ​​of life and death. Its level of abstraction is no less than those environmental protection and gender diversity organizations in Europe and the United States, and it is even more destructive.

They foster life in the decayed areas of Ravnica and cause decay and death in the more vibrant areas.

Through magic and genetic technology, the Golgari swarm creates a hybrid of animals, undead, insects, and undead plants, and then drives them to devour the garbage and corpses left behind by urban civilization.

If we have to give this organization an accurate positioning, it should be classified as a decomposer and the bottom of the food chain.

It is because of the existence of these people that the Ravnica plane can support such a large population and is not swallowed up by massive amounts of garbage.

But at the same time, the Golgari community is also a cancer cell on the Ravnica plane, constantly drawing nutrients from the healthy social ecology to reproduce and expand madly. Once it gets out of control, it will lead to a devastating disaster.

This is why the Azorius Senate will strike mercilessly at this guild every once in a while, but will not uproot it when it is at its weakest, but instead allow it to rise from the ashes again and again.

When the Gorgon Vraska had just joined the organization at the age of seventeen, she encountered the Azorius Senate's attack on the Golgari community.

As a result, he was thrown into prison and brutally tortured, and eventually, under extreme pain, he ignited the spark and became a planeswalker.

“Okay, I think I see what you mean.

The Golgari Swarm is indeed well suited for this sort of thing.

Give me Vraska, and I'll set a trap that will plunge the other nine guilds into unprecedented chaos.

In a few days at most, you will be able to see the beautiful scenery presented by the burning of this space and time."

Sean VII took the initiative to take on this job, which he thought was very interesting.

As someone who can wrestle with the entanglement symbol, he is no less capable than Lagun and other symbol masters in doing things in secret.

“Remember not to overdo it.

After all, our goal is just to confuse Nicol Bolas, not to really drag the entire Ravnica plane into the abyss of chaos and killing.

In addition, after the War of the Spark ends, I will replace the Guildpact as the master of this plane.

I will have to clean up all the messes by then."

When saying this, there was a hint of coldness in Zuo Si's tone.

He was well aware of how many lives this level of unrest and chaos would cause and how many thousands of innocent people would be forced into it.

But what can I do?

For most people in power, this is just a "small sacrifice" that must be made to achieve their goals.

It's like the wise Paradox players don't care about the lives of civilians when they start a war in the game.

They only focus on a few key figures such as finance, technology, human resources, weapons and equipment, and logistics supplies.

In order to win the so-called "victory", they will not be moved in the slightest even if there are millions of casualties on the front line.

To some extent, this is very close to the perspective and thinking mode of the country's upper ruling class.

The various tragedies and social problems in the eyes of ordinary people are actually not worth mentioning at all in the eyes of the upper-level rulers, and they are even too lazy to pay attention to them.

"Don't worry, this isn't the first time I've done something like this."

The corners of Shane VII's mouth slightly raised, revealing a creepy smile, and then he said to the Gorgon who had been replaced by the Perfect Mind Flayer Tadpole: "Beautiful lady, I wish us a pleasant cooperation."

“It’s a pleasure to work with you!”

The new Vraska responded with a wave of terrifying snake hair.

But there was no longer any emotion in her eyes, they were as cold as a precision machine.

And this trait of stability, like that of the undead, happens to be what Shane VII likes most.

In this way, the two quickly left the ruins and returned to the Golgari community's lair - the decayed maze "Koroza".

It wouldn't be long before they launched a rebellion that would strike fear into the hearts of all of Ravnica.

What's more, Shane VII was originally a powerful necromancer who could perfectly connect with the undead creatures created by the Golgari community, and even form an army that made the other nine guilds, including the Azorius Senate, feel fear and tremble.

Nicol Bolas might even use Vraska as a chess piece once again, now that he realizes she has new value.

At that time, we will be able to pass some false information to Lao Long through this line to mislead the other party.

After dealing with these not-so-important matters, Zuo Si did not rush to leave to find Wu Jin, but went to the headquarters of the Izzet League to meet with the "Original" Niv-Mizzet.

Since the two had reached a series of agreements through Nahiri's mouth, when Zuo Si appeared in the dragon's lair, the other party recognized him almost at a glance.

"Ah! This is a rare visitor. To be honest, I never thought I would see you at a time like this."

Niv-Mizzet opened his eyes and shook his huge head, which had opened like an anemone after years of baptism.

Unlike the ferocious and ferocious red dragon in most people's impression, he looks very mature and steady, just like an elder over 70 years old.

"Oh? When do you think I should show up?"

Zuo Si asked back with a faint smile on his face.

"At least when Nicol Bolas arrives on Ravnica and starts the War of the Spark. Because I'm sure you're the kind of person who won't reveal your cards until the very last minute."

Niv-Mizzet did not hide anything and spoke directly out his truest thoughts.

You have to know that he is 4,100 years older than Sorin Markov, and he has met countless people in his life. From the first time he heard Nahiri propose cooperation, he basically guessed Zuo Si's personality and style of doing things.

That's why he accepted those conditions.

Because in Niv-Mizzet's view, if one wants to defeat the strongest elder dragon planeswalker like Nicol Bolas, one must at least have the quality of forbearance like the spirit dragon Ugin.

Otherwise, a head-on confrontation would be tantamount to committing suicide.

Zuo Si nodded bluntly: "You are right. That is what I originally planned, but the problem is that there is a small accident now."

"Because Nicol Bolas took the Immortal Sun?"

Niv-Mizzet continued to ask calmly.

“Well, yes.

To be precise, he shouldn't have obtained the Eternal Holy Sun so early.

Because I'm not ready for the final battle with him.

So we must find a way to disrupt the old dragon's plan.

To achieve this goal, I need your help.”

Zuo Si stated his purpose very straightforwardly.

You should know that in the current Ravnica time and space, no guild leader is older than Niv-Mizzet.

He had witnessed with his own eyes how Azor used his terrifying strength to force the Ten Guildpact to sign a powerful magical contract.

It is said that the contract forcibly binds the ten guilds together, and they must unite to undergo trials every once in a while.

If we go through Naranica, everyone can do their job and maintain the status quo.

But if they fail, then the ten guilds will be uprooted and completely wiped out.

In other words, when one prospers, all prosper; when one suffers, all suffer.

No matter how fiercely the Ten Guildpact fights among themselves, they all have a common interest in survival.

"How do you want me to cooperate?"

Niv-Mizzet's huge body slowly stood up from the ground, giving people a huge sense of oppression that could not be described in words.

As a wise elder, he was well aware that as the weaker party he did not have much bargaining chips.

After all, when the ancient planeswalker Azor arrived, he crushed the entire Ravnica time and space with an almost unmatched attitude, forcing everyone to abide by the rules and order he set.

But now, he was crushed to death by Nicol Bolas as easily as slaughtering a chicken.

Even the combined forces of the spirit dragon Ugin, the lithomancer Nahiri, and Sorin Markov, the three ancient planeswalkers who sealed the Eldrazi titan, were defeated.

The new generation of planeswalkers can only serve as dispensable cannon fodder.

Such a huge gap in power is despairing just thinking about it.

So Niv-Mizzet can only place all his hopes on this young man, the only one who dares to be the enemy of Nicol Bolas.

After all, Zuo Si's Planeswalker Spark was the most powerful he had ever seen. The terrifying compressed energy even formed a terrifying siphon effect around his body.

"It's simple. I want you to cooperate with the Golgari Swarm to create chaos on Ravnica to confuse Nicol Bolas and eliminate his spies in the Guildpact. This will make it difficult for this guy to figure out the situation in a short period of time."

Zuo Si made his request very straightforwardly and directly.

"The Golgari Swarm? That gorgon is one of yours?"

A look of surprise crossed Niv-Mizzet's massive dragon face.

Zuo Si responded meaningfully: "It wasn't before, but it is now. You can trust her 100%, just like you trust me."

"I see……"

Niv-Mizzet instantly understood the implication, realizing that Vraska was under mental control.

This type of spell is not uncommon on Ravnica.

The most famous user is Jace Beleren, who has become famous in recent years.

Many of the unlucky people who had offended him suffered from memory loss, or their entire brains were formatted and they didn't even remember who they were.

Niv-Mizzet didn't care about the life or death of a killer like Vraska, but he was very interested in how much trouble the Izzet League and the Golgari Swarm could cause on Ravnica.

With this in mind, he responded bluntly: "Give me a few days to prepare, and I promise you will see turmoil and chaos on a scale never before seen. All those who secretly work for Nicol Bolas will be dug out and cleaned out one by one."

"Great! This is exactly what I wanted."

Zuo Si was obviously very satisfied with the cooperation of this ancient dragon.

After all, there are very few people like him who are smart enough and self-aware.

"Besides creating chaos on Ravnica and cleaning up the spies, what other plans do you have for dealing with Nicol Bolas?"

Niv-Mizzet was clearly not content to merely play a supporting role in this drama.

"Of course! Specifically, I want to take the Immortal Sun away from Nicol Bolas."

After saying this, Zuo Si ignored the surprised expression on the other person's face, then activated the Planeswalker Spark and left this time and space.

Just one second later, he appeared on a slightly deserted island.

The spirit dragon Wu Jin was lying in the valley in the center of the island, curled up in a ball, seemingly repairing his injuries through deep sleep.

But after noticing someone visiting, the slender elder dragon immediately opened his eyes alertly, raised his thin and long neck high, and looked down at the tiny Zuo Si who was so close. After several seconds, he opened his mouth and asked tentatively: "Did Suo Lin tell you that I was here?"

"Yes. He said you wanted to see me, so I came right away."

Zuo Si looked up and down at the other party's injuries, and the murderous intent in his heart was rising.

Obviously, he thought this was definitely the best time to kill the spirit dragon Wu Jin.

Because of the fierce battle with Nicol Bolas and the serious injuries he suffered, Ugin theoretically should have no trump cards left. The only thing he can rely on is the ability to use the spark properties to infinitely convert matter into energy.

But Zuo Si had already learned this technique from Emrakul, the leader of the three Eldrazi Titans.

Therefore, if he takes action now, he has a high probability of defeating or even killing the opponent, and then bringing it back to the floating city to use as important experimental material for studying the Elder Dragon or even the Primordial Dragon.

Maybe we can even find a way to kill the Elder Dragon once and for all.

"You've become stronger! If I'm not mistaken, you've already touched upon the signs of the Planeswalker Spark, right?"

Wu Jin apparently had not yet realized the murderous intent directed at him. Instead, he began to look at the young man in front of him with interest.

Because if he remembered correctly, it had not been long since the other party ignited the spark and became a planeswalker.

And according to Sorin Markov's description, when he first met Zuo Si, he was just a rookie who knew nothing and his swordsmanship was terrible.

But now, Zuo Si just standing here made Wu Jin feel nervous involuntarily, as if he was facing his twin brother Nicol Bolas.

"I can't help it. You know who my enemy is. In order to deal with him, I have to work hard to become stronger. Otherwise, I will be like those new generation planeswalkers and not even qualified to participate in the final battle."

Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders, pretending to be a victim too.

"What is your purpose, then? Simply to defeat Nicol Bolas? Or to replace him?"

There was a faint blue light flickering in Wu Jin's eyes.

"what you think?"

Zuo Si raised his head and looked into Elder Long's eyes without hesitation.

Now he no longer needs to look up to these creatures who have been at the top of the food chain since birth, but is qualified to be on equal footing with them.

Ugin smiled and replied, "Whether you seek to replace Nicol Bolas or whatever, that is none of my business.

Because the conflict between us is not what outsiders imagine, but a kind of competition between us.

In other words, even though I was killed twice, I never felt even the slightest bit of resentment towards him.

Moreover, this is our inescapable fate from the moment we were born.”

"Fate?"

Zuo Si obviously developed a strong interest in this word.

If this word came from someone else's mouth, he would just think that the other person was a lunatic or a charlatan.

But it would be completely different if it came from the mouth of an elder dragon mage.

Because the blood derived from the primordial dragon gives these creatures extraordinary power.

Each elder dragon has a "name" that is unique to him.

And this name is not the kind that ordinary parents give to their children, but is closer to the category of "real name".

Not only that, these names with unique attributes contain powerful magical powers.

Nicol Bolas lost his name because he was defeated and killed in the War of the Spark, and his soul was imprisoned. As a result, he could no longer cast powerful spells, and there was no way for him to be resurrected like before.

Wu Jin crawled down and dragged his chin with his front paws, as if he had returned to the day when he was born almost 30,000 years ago. He said in a slightly nostalgic tone: "Do you know about the battle of the elder dragons?"

Zuo Si nodded immediately: "Of course I know.

Nearly 25,000 years ago, the elder dragons engaged in an unprecedented melee.

In the end, only you, Nicol Bolas, Arcades, Chromium, Palladia-Mors, and Vaevictis Amadi were left victorious.

Those who failed had their limbs cut off and became primordial sub-dragons, losing their names and powers as elder dragons, and gradually became beasts. "

"That's right! That war made me and my brother what we are.

But you certainly don’t know that when we were both born, we were actually the weakest and shortest among our kind.

Many eggs like ours never hatched, either because they were kicked off the cliff and broken by the eggs that hatched first, or because they became the spoils of hunters.

Nicol Bolas' wings were severely damaged in the impact, and he was even trapped in the net and unable to move.

While other strong brothers and sisters were fighting hunters, we could only hide in the dark and observe silently, picking up the unwanted leftovers to barely survive.

Countless elder dragons died at the hands of hunters not long after hatching from their shells because of their arrogance.

Yes, you heard it right.

Many elder dragons were killed by the humans of Dominaria, who were still in a primitive society at that time.

So from that moment on, we both realized something.

That is, no matter how noble your bloodline and status are, it is meaningless if you don't grow up and gain enough power.

We began to learn to hide ourselves, unlike other people of our kind who always resort to violence, killing and plundering to get what they want.

We learn knowledge, explore the unknown, and become the first batch of elder dragons to awaken their talents and master magical powers.

Later, he ignited a spark in that unprecedented melee and became one of the only two elder dragon mages.

And all of this comes from fate and from closely connected souls.

He and I are like two sides of a coin. Freedom can only be achieved when one side devours the other.

But Nicol Bolas was clearly too proud and vain to want to lose himself and merge with my soul.

That's why he killed me twice but allowed me to revive again each time."

Wu Jin slowly told out that unknown history.

不得不说，这其中的部分内容实在是有些过于炸裂了。

尽管左思也大概知道尼可·波拉斯与乌金在刚出生的时候，曾经有过一段相当艰苦，甚至可以说是小心翼翼看别人脸色勉强过活的日子。

也正是这段时间的经历，让尼可·波拉斯在获得力量之后变得异常冷血、残暴、自私自利。

说白了就是一种典型的补偿心理。

我之前受过的苦、遭过的罪、品尝过的侮辱，现在要变本加厉的全部偿还回来。

就好像某些穷了一辈子的暴发户突然有钱之后会变得异常奢靡，大肆进行报复性消费，各种奢侈品买一大堆放在家里。

相比之下反倒是能保持理性的乌金更让人觉得不可思议。

“你的意思是……你和尼可·波拉斯只能存在一个？”左思用不是很确定的语气试探道。

乌金不加思索的点了下头：“对！

因为我们都是长老龙中的残次品，是有缺陷的。

之所以能孵化完全是运气。

正常来说我们应该跟那些死蛋一样滚落山崖。

但我们相互之间碰撞共鸣灵魂令龙蛋孵化了。

所以我们的灵魂天然就拥有强烈的吸引力，渴望融合到一起变得完美而又强大。

尼可·波拉斯抗拒这一点，所以他总是脾气非常坏，不断通过杀戮、破坏和掠夺来压制这种天性。

而杀死我则是其中最极端的表现形式。

唯有当我的肉体消失，灵魂陷入长时间的休眠，他才能从这种永恒的挣扎中获得暂时的解脱。”

“我不太明白你告诉我这些究竟是什么意思。让我帮你击败尼可·波拉斯，然后与他的灵魂完成融合？”

左思继续不动声色的试探。

如果这些信息都是真的，那么他大概已经明白这两条长老龙旅法师相爱相杀的根本原因了。

同样的，他也发现了尼可·波拉斯一个致命的弱点。

“这取决于你，以及你那颗触及上限的旅法师火花究竟拥有怎样的能力。”

说着，乌金身体微微前倾激活了自己胸口的旅法师火花，试图诱发对方火花的共鸣。

但不试不知道，一试吓一跳。

要知道左思的体内可不仅仅只有自己的火花，而是保存了相当数量的火花。

结果这一共鸣，身体就像是受到了刺激一样立马折射出五彩缤纷的明亮光团，密密麻麻分布在全身上下各个角落。

“你……你竟然？！”

乌金整个人都惊呆了，完全不敢相信有任何旅法师能做到如此丧心病狂的程度。

光凭这些火花就足以证明，死在左思手中的旅法师数量绝对不会低于三位数。

更重要的是，他无法理解为何对方能把这么多火花同时保存在体内而自身火花却不会受到任何影响。

要是尼可·波拉斯有这能力还费尽心思发动个屁火花之战，直接在整个多元宇宙范围内猎杀没有反抗能力的新生代旅法师就行了。

“哎呀呀，被你发现我最大的秘密了，这可怎么办才好呢？看来我现在唯一能做的就是杀人灭口了！”

左思的眼神一下子就变得充满杀气，趁乌金还没来得及做出反应，直接化身成为巨龙形态将其压在身下，数个脑袋同时张开血盆大口喷出威力惊人的吐息。

轰！！！！！！！！！ 伴随着恐怖的能量被一股脑释放出去，这座小岛瞬间从地图上消失了。

别说是岛屿，就连周围数千公里范围内的海水都因此而蒸发殆尽，露出下方不断喷涌岩浆的海床。

震耳欲聋的巨响、地震和大陆板块崩溃带来的自然灾害更是让这个时空呈现出末日毁灭般的恐怖景象。

没有任何留手！

从下定决心的那一刻起，左思就是奔着要乌金命去的。

为此他甚至启动了自己的底牌【火花共鸣】来干扰对方火花的正常使用。

“混蛋！你知道自己在干什么吗？”

乌金不亏是旅法师中少有的智者，即便面对这种强度的攻击仍旧没有立刻死掉，反倒是发动特殊能力将所有涌向自己的能量吐息最大限度转化成了物质。

才短短几秒钟的功夫，原本凹陷下去的海床就被大片宛如散发着金属光泽的水晶山脉所覆盖，甚至还在不停的扩张覆盖星球表面。

稍微有点物理学常识的人都能立刻分辨出，这玩意就是元素周期表上最重的金属物质——锇。

“我当然知道！

虽然这样说可能会非常失礼。

但我还是要说，你和你那位兄弟的时代已经过去了。

未来是属于我的时代！ 我将夺取尼可·波拉斯的一切，取代他成为整个多元宇宙唯一拥有完整火花的旅法师。

而你就是我实现这个目标最重要的养料。”

左思狞笑着控制数个脑袋撕咬吞噬乌金的血肉。

由于后者原本的伤口就没好利索，因此根本不需要自己去跟坚硬的鳞片和包裹在身体外层的精神防护对抗，只要把伤口撕得大一点就行了。

“这体型、这气息！你根本不是人类，而是一条伪装成人类的多头龙？”

乌金奋力挣扎想要摆脱这种火花受到干扰的糟糕状态进行还击。

可遗憾的是他只有一个脑袋，根本抵挡不住数颗脑袋的轮番攻击，眨眼功夫就已经遍体鳞伤。

“不，我原本就是个凡人。

只不过后来凭借自己的努力，一点一点变成现如今的样子。

从某种程度上来说，我跟你们俩还有点像呢。

因为我们都曾经弱小过，也品尝到了被人欺凌摆弄的滋味。

但不同之处在于你和尼可·波拉斯强大了太长时间，以至于都忘记了身为弱者应该处处小心谨慎，决不能对任何潜在威胁掉以轻心。”

左思那颗红色的脑袋刚刚将一块血肉吞噬下去，咧开嘴露出了一口被鲜血染红的尖牙。

“为什么？你为什么会想要杀我？”

乌金满脸都是疑惑跟不解。

他完全想不明白左思杀自己的动机是什么，更不记得的罪过对方。

左思冷笑着解释道：“当然因为你也是长老龙旅法师，可以通过研究你搞清楚如何才能真正杀死尼可·波拉斯。而且你与他之间共享的那颗精神世界，可以帮助我更好窥探他的想法。”

“该死！你完全就是第二个尼可·波拉斯！甚至比他还要邪恶！”

在意识到两人之间的矛盾绝无妥协的余地后，乌金终于亮出了自己的底牌，直接召唤出旅法师卡牌开始轰炸摧毁对手的地牌连接。

仅仅一刹那！

十几张等级不高的地牌当场被黑暗虚空的混乱力量所摧毁。

尤其是跟费伦大陆的连接中断后，导致所有笼罩在西海岸帝国各大城市的魔法结界和迷锁都纷纷失效，多重施法环境也消失的无影无踪，让无数正在借助这些力量来进行实验、制作物品的施法者感到莫名其妙，甚至有些依赖比较严重的人更是陷入了深深的恐慌。

因为他们害怕这会像当年魔网崩溃一样，对整个世界造成不可逆转的永久性影响。

不光是费伦，同样开始依赖多重施法环境的漫威宇宙地球也遇到了同样的问题。

无论是卡玛泰姬中学习魔网施法的法师，还是为人联效力的九头蛇法师，都在第一时间将魔网消失的消息汇报了上去。

总之这场战斗虽然在一个不知名的时空中爆发，但影响到的世界却远远超出所有人的想象。

只有那些洞境树枝干连接的区域仍旧保持着“正常”。

但这个区域范围是有限的，通常不会超过半径一百公里。

当然，这些小事已经不是左思需要考虑的范畴了。

他现在只有一个目标，那就是利用这个千载难逢的机会杀死乌金，哪怕付出再大的代价也无所谓。

否则一旦让对方跑了绝对是后患无穷。

“我想你需要帮助，对吗？”

就在两条遮天蔽日的巨龙从海底打到天空中的时候，主脑伊莎多拉终于现身了。

作为现如今最受左思信任的盟友，她的实力早就超越索霖·马可夫、娜希丽这些上古旅法师，其强大的心灵能力甚至足以在瞬间半径上万光年内的一切，抹去数以亿万计生灵的思维、意识和自我。

“这还用问吗？难道你看不见我有多费劲？”

左思其中一个巨龙脑袋转过头没好气的翻了个白眼。

“我还以为你在享受战斗的过程呢。”

主脑伊莎多拉用略显俏皮的口吻开了句玩笑。

下一秒……

一个恐怖的心灵震爆直接在灵龙乌金的脑袋上炸裂开！

虽然在外界的眼中这根本没有任何声音，也看不到能量的波动，但却不亚于在乌金的脑子里扔下一颗旋风鱼雷。

尽管他本人现如今的身体就是在精神世界中塑造出来的，在这方面拥有极强的抗性。

But as long as it is not completely immune, you can rely on infinite stacking power to achieve penetration.

After the mind explosion, Wu Jin's movements and reactions became noticeably slow, and Zuo Si eventually took advantage of the situation. He wielded his sharp claws to tear open the scar on his chest near his heart, and drank the blood and spiritual energy gushing out from it.

"No!!!!!!"

The intense pain and sense of crisis brought Wu Jin back to consciousness from his stunned state, and he suddenly released a powerful Planeswalker card.

I saw a blue light column rising into the sky, completely swallowing up this space and time, and then transformed all matter into countless attributeless energies.

The terrifying impact force pushed Zuo Si back repeatedly, and he had no way of keeping his balance or continuing his attack.

But in order to prevent the opponent from escaping, he did not release his claws but continued to resonate to destroy the stability of the opponent's spark.

"In just a moment, all the matter in the entire space-time was transformed into energy? This is really an outrageous ability!"

The mastermind Isadora couldn't help but exclaim.

You know, although Zuo Si also mastered this ability, he was far worse than Wu Jin in using it, and he couldn't do it to such a handy level.

Obviously, apart from the difference in proficiency, this is most likely a unique characteristic of the Black Gold Spark.

"Soth! Your ambitious plan will not succeed! I will reveal your true face to everyone!"

Wu Jin's entire body was glowing with a dazzling blue light like a star, and he roared loudly.

"Reveal my true identity?

Ha ha ha ha!

Sorry, that only works if you can escape from this time and space.

But do you think I will give you such a chance?

No! Of course not!

You will die here!

There is no escape, neither body nor soul!"

Zuo Si laughed wildly and pounced on him, intending to continue fighting in close combat and wear down the elder dragon mage bit by bit.

After all, the current situation gives him an overwhelming advantage.

No matter how majestic Ugin looks now, he was severely weakened by Nicol Bolas and has few cards left to play.

"Sos is right. Today is the day you die!"

The main brain Isadora constantly releases high-level psychic powers such as [Reversal of Reality], [Microscopic World], [Resonance Field], [Experience Death], and [Energy Transformation] to interfere with and influence the other party.

With the blessing of that powerful mental energy, even the simplest psychic spell is enough to cause devastating consequences.

Take the [Micro World] as an example. Once successful, you can make the other person fall into your inner world and be unable to escape.

[Experience Death] has a certain probability of causing instant death. Even if you don't die, you will suffer irreversible mental damage because of the pain of death.

Although Wu Jin has a high resistance in this regard and can break free on his own, once he is hit he will fall into a brief trance of consciousness for 0.1 second.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, 0.1 second is nothing, but for Zuo Si, it can do a lot of things.

He even summoned Baal, the God of Slaughter, who was made into an immortal evil god.

You know, it was originally prepared for the final battle with Nicol Bolas.

When the god exuding a strong smell of blood and murderous aura arrived, even though Wu Jin was knowledgeable and experienced, he couldn't help but gasp.

"Oh my God! What did you do, you lunatic?"

"Well? Do you like my work? I learned it from your brother Nicol Bolas.

He used this method to turn the gods into mummy-like undead spirits and use them for his own purposes.

I said that I would replace you and start an era of my own.

This is not bragging or arrogance, but the preparation started a long time ago.

Neither you nor Nicol Bolas can escape my control in the end.

Come, dear Baal, use your divine power to break the opponent's mental defense and let him experience the taste of death again."

Zuo Si sneered and gave the Eternal Evil God the order to attack.

A dark red light flashed in the chaotic and empty darkness, and the muscles, bones and scales on Wu Jin's chest that were used to protect his heart exploded instantly, and blood and energy gushed out like a column.

You don't need to ask to know that this is the simplest and most intuitive manifestation of Baal's power.

"A Grim Reaper?!"

Wu Jin covered the wound with one of his front paws, his face full of horror.

Because he could feel that the spiritual energy shield wrapped around his body had miraculously disappeared out of thin air in the previous moment.

But unfortunately, Baal, who had long been the eternal evil god, would not answer any questions at all. He just stared at his prey with his blood-red eyes, like a cold-blooded and deadly ace killer.