As we all know, the Ravnica plane is jointly ruled and managed by ten guilds that originally signed a contract with the ancient planeswalker Azor and represented different ideologies.
This means that no single force here can overwhelm other guilds and achieve unification of thought, power and ideology.
This is true even for the Azorius Senate, which ostensibly serves as the government, law enforcement, and judicial system.
Even when many guilds united to launch a boycott or even a rebellion, even the Azorius Senate had no choice but to bow its head and compromise.
It was in this way that Niv-Mizzet temporarily took over the power of the entire Ravnica, forcing all other guilds to cooperate with him to build a huge defense system.
This means that it is actually equivalent to the ideal model of small government and liberalism that capital most advocates.
Each guild is only responsible for the area that it is interested in and best at, and then seeks cooperation in mutual games, and finally reaches a certain delicate balance.
Because of the powerful binding magical contract left by Azor, even if some guilds have very powerful leaders, they cannot cross that boundary.
As perhaps the oldest and most ancient creature on the plane of Ravnica, the fact that Niv-Mizzet has remained in the Izzet League for so many years without any form of expansion is the best proof of this.
Because even if he violated the terms of the contract, he would be immediately punished severely, and might even die suddenly.
It is precisely because of the lack of authority, ideological consensus and a strong ruling group that the Ten Alliances on the Ravnica plane are always in internal strife.
Some grievances between guilds and factions have lasted for hundreds or even thousands of years, and have long since become a tangled mess.
Unless one of the parties is completely destroyed, the other party will never give up.
Although the Ten Guildpact was forced to unite unprecedentedly under the huge threat of Nicol Bolas, undercurrents were still surging in those invisible dark corners.
Especially those enemies who have lost all trust in each other after a long period of confrontation will never miss any opportunity to strike their opponents.
Even the means of frame-up, false accusations, infiltration, and assassination show no signs of stopping.
Don't ask!
The reason is that it is too free! Due to the lack of the deterrence and restraint of absolute power, the Ravnica plane is actually always in a state of chaos.
Although the Azorius Senate has always tried to instill order and law into everyone, their rules are only effective within the scope of their rule.
Once you leave this range, the rules and regulations of other guilds will immediately apply.
For example, the Boros Legion, who share the same desire for peace, strongly advocates fighting violence with violence and using heroic and fearless battles to eliminate all threats and traits.
The Gruul tribe is a typical example of primitiveness and barbarism, and their style of doing things is exactly the same as that of the orcs in many time and space who advocate chaos, fighting and plunder.
The Cult of Rakdos firmly believes that nothing can escape the final fate of death, and is willing to use all means to accelerate this process, even deliberately spreading plagues and creating massacres to make more people embrace death.
These lunatics who have an inexplicable worship of death are not afraid of death at all, so they are extremely dangerous in the entire Ravnica plane and space.
This guild is also the only one where more than half of its members are looking forward to Nicol Bolas's attack soon.
In their eyes, once this powerful elder dragon planeswalker invaded Ravnica, it would inevitably bring about a bloody storm, and even kill all living things in the world without leaving a single one alive.
In this way, the ultimate ideal of the Cult of Rakdos to push everyone into the ultimate destination of death can be achieved.
Therefore, this guild has always been the focus of Niv-Mizzet, without a doubt.
No one knew better than him the horrific destructive power these lunatics could cause once they went crazy.
Especially those things that can cause mass deaths of thousands of people in an instant. After so many years of research, the Cult of Rakdos has no shortage of them.
Even worse, Niv-Mizzet also heard that the ancient tainted demon lord who founded this guild, Rakdos, had suddenly awakened after being silent for many years.
Considering the time when the War of the Spark is about to begin, there is no guarantee that the old dragon is not behind this.
After all, Nicol Bolas had secretly infiltrated all the major guilds in the entire Ravnica plane for a long time before this.
Vaska even has the entire Golgari community in his hands.
If it weren't for the help of Zuo Si and Nahiri, the current situation would have collapsed completely long ago.
Fortunately, the brain of the Gorgon Vaska has been replaced by the tadpole of the fully transformed Mind Flayer.
So there won't be any major problems with the Golgari Swarm.
Even if someone wants to start a rebellion, it will only cause some waves at most, and it will be suppressed soon.
At this moment, Zuo Si's good disciple Sancho was walking cautiously in the underground palace of Rizumadi.
This is a stronghold built in a magma pit surrounding an underground city, and it is also the headquarters of the Cult of Rakdos.
Through the colorful banners and old bloodstains covering the broken inner walls of the tunnel, you can vaguely see the various strange, cruel and crazy behaviors depicted on the banners.
Don't think this is an exaggeration or some ancient religious or magical ritual.
Quite the opposite!
It is the most authentic portrayal of the "celebrations" that are often held within this guild.
If you don't know anything about the Cult of Rakdos, just listen to how they view his guild and you will know how terrifying these lunatics are.
Like, how do you get a stiff and incurious member of the Azorius Senate to dance?
A normal person might think that they should find a handsome man or charming woman who meets the other person's aesthetic standards to seduce him or her, or prepare a piece of music that can make the other person have similar impulses.
But the Cult of Rakdos will tell you to just rip the spine out of this Azorius Senate member and turn him into a puppet.
This shows what kind of psychopaths are in this sect.
However, after experiencing the horror of the Sons of Baal slaughtering each other, Sancho was not as afraid of the Cult of Rakdos as he was of other people. Instead, he felt that these people were actually quite simple and only gained pleasure from these evil, cruel, bloody tortures and even sadomasochism.
This can be seen from the large number of "recreation clubs" they have established.
When walking through the long stairs and reaching the huge lava pool at the deepest part, a huge demon holding a huge red sickle and covered with various metal spike-like decorations all over his body suddenly appeared in front of him.
Not only did he have the giant bat wings and goat hooves on his lower body that most demons have, but he also had a lot of clanking, hot chains hanging from the metal spikes.
A pair of large, long and winding horns extended at least thirty centimeters forward, and most of the body was exposed naked in front of everyone with almost no clothes covering it.
Whether it is the exaggerated muscles or the pungent smell of blood, it makes people involuntarily feel fear and tremble, and then develop a strong admiration.
When this extreme emotion crosses a certain critical point, it will instantly transform into infinite pleasure.
This is why most members of the Cult of Rakdos are out-and-out sadists and have no respect for life.
Right now, these seriously mentally disturbed guys are torturing and abusing the guild to please its supreme founder.
The devil sat on his own lava throne, admiring the "inventions" of his followers with great interest.
In just a short while, more than twenty people turned into mutilated corpses amid wailing, or were simply minced into a pool of meat paste.
"Tsk tsk, I never thought that during my sleep, you didn't stop creating and inventing on the road to death. Yes, I am very pleased about this."
Rakdos let out a creepy laugh.
"Your praise is the greatest affirmation of our efforts over the years. Please rest assured that in the coming days we will continue to innovate and make the road to death more colorful."
A gang leader quickly knelt on the ground to show his loyalty to the devil, his face turning red due to excessive excitement.
But this time Rakdos ignored him and looked at Sancho who had stopped not far away. He asked with a smile, "Interesting young man. Did that old Niv-Mizzet send you here?"
"No, I came here on my own. Because I needed to confirm whether you have surrendered to Nicol Bolas."
Sancho placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly to show his respect for the founder of the guild.
After all, as of today, the Guildpact of Ravnica has only the founder of the Cult of Rakdos and the founder of the Izzet League still alive and continuing to rule their own guilds.
From any perspective, it is not shameful to bow to these old monsters who have lived for thousands of years or even longer.
What's more, during the time Sancho followed Zuo Si, he believed that the most valuable thing he learned was to try to remain polite and humble when he was not yet strong enough.
Unless you can kill the enemy with one blow, it is best not to make enemies for yourself.
This is also why he has been able to thrive in the Ravnica plane over the years.
How could a strong, intelligent, mature, rational, kind and highly efficient young man be unpopular?
"Hahahaha! I like your honesty! So do you think now that I have been bribed or bought by Nicol Bolas?" the demon asked with a laugh.
Sancho ignored the murderous looks from the Rakdos members around him and shook his head slightly. "No, you were not bribed. Because I am very sure that unless Nicol Bolas brings personally people to your door, it is impossible for you to change your position with just a few words and some promises."
"So you can rest assured now?"
There was a hint of appreciation in the devil's red eyes.
Because most people cannot remain calm in the face of such a purgatory-like scene and wailing.
Those who can maintain this calm state have either already witnessed the more terrifying real purgatory, or have extremely firm hearts and will not be affected by any external factors at all.
Sancho clearly does not belong to the latter.
Those lively eyes revealed that he was a person with a sharp mind and was extremely intelligent.
This also means that he must have witnessed or even experienced bloodier and more cruel scenes.
This undoubtedly made Rakdos very curious and interested, as if he had seen through the flesh and into the hidden dark soul.
“No, I’m more worried now.
Because the Rakdos Cult has not become more stable due to your awakening, but has become more dangerous and manic.
It is like an unstable factor that will make the upcoming war confusing.
Especially since your followers have recently kidnapped victims everywhere, causing panic and unrest, which has affected the stability of the entire Guildpact."
As he said this, Sancho's face clearly showed an expression of disappointment and helplessness.
Seeing this, the demon immediately asked back with interest: "So what are you going to do? Go back and tell Niv-Mizzet to unite with other guilds to deal with me? Or do you want to persuade me to be more restrained?"
Sancho shook his head slightly: "No, neither.
My teacher once taught me.
When you feel that something is standing in your way, the best thing to do is to get rid of it once and for all.
Although I have always maintained the principle of keeping a low profile since coming to the Ravnica plane, trying not to expose my true strength as much as possible.
But now I think I have no choice.
If some variables cause the upcoming Spark War to get out of control, the teacher will be angry.
Believe me, there is nothing more terrifying in this world than him getting angry."
"What do you mean?"
The demon obviously sensed something and became alert.
"Nothing, what I want to say is that Rakdos may be removed from the list in the future.
Because next I will kill you and everyone in this underground palace.
terribly sorry!
Although this is not my own wish, the teacher's order cannot be disobeyed."
Sancho bowed again with one hand on his chest, and at the same time made the most domineering declaration in the most cowardly tone.
Yes, he wanted to single-handedly destroy one of the Ten Guildpacts that had existed on the Ravnica plane for who knows how many years - the Cult of Rakdos.
"Arrogant! Who do you think you are?"
A gang leader, covered in blood and guts, who had just executed a victim, was ranting like a madman.
Not only him, but also other guild members present were the same.
For the Cult of Rakdos itself was founded around this powerful demon.
Almost all members have a kind of indescribable fanatical admiration for Rakdos, and are proud to please him.
Now that someone actually dared to speak nonsense in front of the guild founder, they would inevitably feel angry.
Seeing more and more members of the Rakdos sect surrounding him with ill intentions, Sancho couldn't help but sighed and said, "Since you like death so much, then as the Son of Slaughter, I will grant you the death you dream of."
"Son of Slaughter?"
This title undoubtedly stunned the devil.
But before he could react, Sancho's body began to swell at a speed visible to the naked eye, and eventually turned into a monster that was even bigger, more hideous, and more terrifying than he was.
To be precise, it should be called "Killer".
The horrifying aura instantly made the members of the Rakdos sect, who were still immersed in the pleasure of humiliating and killing living people in the previous second, feel an unforgettable fear.
It is not that they are afraid of death, but that the innate instinct engraved in their genes and even their souls is at work.
The next second...
The bloody massacre began!
Under the tearing of the Killer's claws imbued with divine power, the entire Rakdos sect had no chance of standing up to the enemy. Once they were caught, their lives were basically over. Not even a slightly intact body part could be found on the ground.
No mercy!
No mercy!
There is no so-called mercy!
Before long, more than half of the mentally ill people who had gathered here for a rave party were killed or injured. Some of those whose psychological defenses and wills had collapsed tried to escape, but without exception they were caught up by the killer's terrifying speed.
By the time Sancho stopped, all the core members of the Rakdos sect in the entire underground palace had died, except for the demon on the lava throne. There was not even a single survivor.
Obviously, as the son of Baal, although he handed over most of Baal's power after the final war between gods, he still chose to retain a small part of his divinity and divine power.
Because this is related to his powerful ability to resurrect from the dead, how could he give it up easily?
As for the transformation into a killer, it is merely a side effect of retaining this power.
However, with Bal's complete death, Sancho no longer had to worry about being affected by his bloodline and craving blood uncontrollably.
The reason why he used the killer form to massacre the Rakdos sect today was purely because he wanted to let these guys who liked to torture and kill others all day long taste the feeling of being killed, nothing more.
After all, in Sancho's heart, he was filled with disgust for this meaningless abuse, torture and killing.
He was a victim of such killings back then.
If he had not met Zuo Si, he would most likely have returned to the Blood Throne with the other Sons of Bhaal and become a sacrifice for his father's resurrection.
"You...what kind of monster are you?!"
Rakdos suddenly stood up from his chair, his eyes full of shock and disbelief.
Because the killer at this moment was far more like a bloodthirsty demon than him.
"monster?
No! This is not a monster.
Instead, it is the incarnation of the god of killing and a symbol of blood and death.
Don't you worship death? Don't you like to torture and kill the weak?
Now let me fulfill your wish.
Especially you, as the founder of the Cult of Rakdos, should personally experience this pain and despair."
As he spoke, Sancho stepped forward step by step on the body parts and blood plasma all over the ground, emitting a strong sense of oppression from his whole body.
"Damn it! You can't kill me! I have signed the Guildpact! If I die, the entire Ravnica plane will fall into war and chaos due to the imbalance of power."
The devil was obviously a little panicked and hurried to emphasize his own uniqueness and importance.
Even though he is the founder of the guild, he is actually a selfish, arrogant, moody and cowardly person.
Or maybe this is a common trait of all demons.
Rakdos founded this guild simply for the pleasure of torturing, dominating, and brutally killing others.
As for himself, he didn't want to die.
“Oh, sorry, it’s too late.
After all, I already gave you one chance, didn't I?
But you didn't cherish it, and instead continued with your previous ways.
What's more, since I have already decided to destroy you, there is no way I would give up halfway.
I don't want too many people to know my killer form."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Sancho instantly turned into a shadow and rushed forward.
"NO!!!! No one can kill me! I will chop off your head!"
Seeing that there was no room for maneuver, Rakdos finally tore off his disguise and revealed his true face.
Without any hesitation, he swung the huge sickle with blood-sucking properties in his hand and chopped it down fiercely.
But unfortunately, the attack missed as expected.
After all, the current killer form will not lose consciousness and sanity.
This means that he can activate various magic items and metamagic skills at any time - instant spells, or directly use his own planeswalker cards.
Even though Sancho has been staying in the Ravnica plane for many years, his card library is quite rich thanks to Zuo Si's funding.
Not to mention demons like Rakdos, even those veteran or ancient planeswalkers might not be their match.
"Now, feel the pain and despair before death! Don't worry, I won't let you die quickly."
Sancho did not give the devil another chance to swing the huge sickle, and directly twisted one of the opponent's arms with force.
Near where the shoulder was torn, blood spurted out like a fountain.
“Aa ...
Rakdos couldn't help but wail in pain and flapped his wings to gain altitude and fly away.
But in a flash! One of his legs was grabbed tightly at the ankle, and then his whole body was lifted up like a weapon and smashed to the ground.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Every time, blood, minced meat, and boiling magma would splash.
In the end, the founder of the Rakdos sect was smashed alive into a pool of bloody and sticky substance.
After doing all this, Sancho finally stopped his killer form, looked at the bloody scene around him, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Good! Now the Cult of Rakdos should no longer pose any threat.
And even if someone saw it, they would just think that there was a problem within their guild.
After all, killing is what they are best at.”
"Oh? Are you sure?"
Along with the familiar voice, the figure of the Dark Prince Graya suddenly appeared out of thin air.
"Why are you here?"
Sancho was on high alert at first, but he relaxed instantly after seeing the true face of the person coming.
Graya glanced around and replied with a smile, "I was investigating the black market auction, and found some interesting clues pointing to the Rakdos sect. I didn't expect that I was a step too late, and you had already cleaned up the place."
"Black market auction? Are they connected to the Cult of Rakdos?"
Sancho raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
Because as far as he knew, these lunatics and lunatics would not be interested in things like trade and wealth.
"That's right. If I'm not mistaken, there should be some interesting seeds in the bodies of those people you killed."
After saying that, Graya raised his hand and cast a detection magic.
moment!
A dozen small dots flashing with green light appeared in the large amount of blood plasma and rotten flesh on the ground.
He gently hooked his fingers, and these small bright spots flew out and floated in the air.
They were oval plant seeds covered with tiny thorns like cockleburs, emitting amazing life energy.
This undoubtedly caught Sancho's attention. He immediately walked forward, picked up one of them, placed it in his palm and observed it carefully, and continuously released various detection magics to try to figure out its effect.
After a few minutes, he raised his head and exclaimed in disbelief: "Not only can these seeds parasitize the human body, but they can also be activated under the control of the owner and turn the target into a controlled puppet?"
The Dark Prince smiled and nodded: "Yes, it's a wonderful little thing, isn't it? I found that all those who participated in the black market auctions and those who had frequent contact with them had such interesting seeds.
It is obvious that the goal of this group of people is not smuggling and making profits at all.
Their real intention is to use this auction as bait to attract a specific group and then inject the seeds into the bodies of people in key positions.
It seems that Nicol Bolas is worthy of his reputation.
After the previous infiltration plan failed, he not only did not sit idly by, but instead used more covert means.
If I hadn't been interested and done some research, this trick would have played a big role in launching a full-scale invasion."
"Have you found the owner who spread and manipulated these seeds?"
Sancho's face suddenly became extremely ugly.
You know, he always thought he had done a very good job over the years, cleaning up all the spies that the old dragon had planted in the Ravnica plane.
But now, the cruel reality slapped him hard in the face.
Facts have proved that old ginger is still spicy.
Nicol Bolas is by no means the same adversary as before, but a master of conspiracy who always has endless tricks up his sleeve.
"Unfortunately, not yet."
Graya gathered all the seeds and shrugged.
"So how many people have been implanted with these seeds so far?"
Sancho continued to ask with a frown on his face.
“I don’t know either.
Because those guys who hold black market auctions are not the masterminds behind the scenes at all.
Instead, it is a puppet that has also been implanted with seeds and is being controlled.
The moment I appeared, the seeds in their bodies instantly released a certain power to kill the host, and did not forget to devour the brain and soul to turn into a dangerous bomb and detonate.
With such an interesting and strange power, I have reason to suspect that the other party is a very powerful planeswalker.
Only the Planeswalkers can block my detection and tracking.
Oh, by the way, you'd better check inside the Izzet League when you get back.
I seriously suspect that many people in Niv-Mizzet's guild were also controlled unknowingly.
After all, those who like to do research are frequent customers in the black market."
After saying this, the Dark Prince Graya ignored the reaction of his father's disciple and directly cast a teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.
“Damn it!”
Sancho cursed under his breath and hurriedly left the place that was emitting a pungent smell of blood.
But unfortunately, when he returned to the Izzet League, he was obviously still a step too late.
Niv-Mizzet, the founder and supreme leader of the entire guild, was now lying in a pool of blood, with a huge vine growing out of his chest near his heart.
And on the other side of the vine was his heart.
To be precise, a seed took root in the dragon's heart and suddenly emerged.
Although the situation was far from fatal, there was nothing anyone else could do about it.
If they tried to remove the vines by the roots, it would result in an explosion and Niv-Mizzet's death.
But if left alone, Niv-Mizzet's vitality and magic power will be continuously drained, and eventually this unknown vine will grow into an uncontrollable towering tree.
"What's going on? What happened?"
Sancho rushed over and asked.
Lithomancer Nahiri took a deep breath and replied, "This was a long-planned sneak attack!
Walan was controlled by someone unknown, and suddenly while talking with Yan Ling, he rushed up and released some unknown power.
Then a seed began to take root and sprout from the dragon's heart.
Before we could catch this guy, he suddenly exploded and disappeared."
"Oh no! This may not only target Niv-Mizzet! But all the leaders of the entire Guildpact at the same time!"
Sancho was obviously a smart man and he immediately realized the true intention of this enemy hiding in the dark.
"What?! You mean... this is Nicol Bolas's way of throwing us off balance before launching a full-scale assault?"
Nahiri's face turned pale.
Sancho nodded without thinking: "I hope I'm wrong. But to confirm this kind of thing, we just need to send someone to other guilds to inquire. It won't take much time."
“I’ll go!”
A high-ranking member of the Izzet Alliance stood up decisively and rushed outside.
If this is true, the consequences will be absolutely catastrophic.
Because at this critical moment, every guild leader is irreplaceable.
If something unexpected really happens to them, the close alliance that they have built with great difficulty by putting aside their past grudges may collapse as a new leader comes to power or they simply start infighting.
"What's going on with the Rakdos sect?"
Niv-Mizzet opened his eyes and asked in a weakened voice.
"The threat has been eliminated. They won't be able to cause any harm any time soon."
Sancho gave a half-truthful answer.
Hearing this, Niv-Mizzet smiled with relief: "Well done. Don't worry, I won't die in my current state. But the next heavy burden may be placed on your shoulders."
"Don't worry! Whatever Nicol Bolas has prepared, we'll give him a taste of his own medicine and make him realize that Ravnica is not made of clay."
Nahiri's eyes flashed with anger, and she was obviously enraged by such despicable means.
Because she almost got caught just now.
If he hadn't released the gravel magic in time to block the attacker, he probably wouldn't be much stronger than Niv-Mizzet now.
"Oh right! Regarding this attack, I just got some important information from the Dark Prince Graya."
Sancho quickly spoke out the information he knew, as well as the green seed as big as a cocklebur.
After hearing his report, both Nahiri and Niv-Mizzet couldn't help but show expressions of horror.
Especially the latter, who realized the seriousness of the test, struggled to get up despite the injuries on his body, and asked in a hurried tone: "Where is the Dark Prince now?"
Sancho smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Sorry, I don't know. But what is certain is that he is obviously investigating this matter."
“Greya is Zuo Si’s descendant, and he is on our side.
With him around, I think the mastermind behind this will soon surface.
At present, we should find ways to stabilize the situation as soon as possible and never allow panic and chaos to continue to spread.
Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous.”
Nahiri rarely acted on impulse, but instead made a very rational judgment.
"We need Soth's help! Now! Immediately!"
Niv-Mizzet looked to the Lithomancer for help without hesitation.
The latter was obviously hesitant, but after a few seconds he gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay! I'll go find him right away! You guys hold on! If Nicol Bolas calls during this time, don't hold on. If it doesn't work, just retreat temporarily."
"Don't worry, I know what to do."
Niv-Mizzet ignored his injuries and struggled to stand up completely.
He knew very well that he couldn't fall down at a time like this.
And so, after a brief discussion, Nahiri activated the planeswalker spark and temporarily left the Ravnica plane to find Zuo Si.
Not long after she left, news came back that the other guild leaders had been assassinated.
In particular, the news that the top leaders of the Azorius Senate, the defenders of order and law, had been annihilated instantly detonated this world that was already in turmoil.
Many ambitious people and manipulated puppets took the opportunity to launch rebellions, and many places were completely out of control in less than a few hours.
In some guilds, brutal civil wars broke out within them.
Chaos, killing, conspiracy, blood and death swept through the streets at an unimaginable speed.
Looking at the flames rising into the sky and the deafening shouts of killing, the alien planeswalker under Nicol Bolas stood on the top of a bell tower, opened his arms and cheered with a smile: "That's right! That's it!
Let's have a great party!
My dear children! Use the blood and souls of these creatures to water this land!
So that my tribe can grow and expand to cover every corner of this space and time!"
"Are you sure it's wise to start a rebellion of this magnitude at this time?"
Vaska, the gorgon who commands the Golgari horde, questioned with a dangerous gleam in her eyes.
"Of course! Before I left, the great Dragon Lord told me that I could create chaos, turmoil, suspicion and killing as much as I wanted. Because it won't be long before he leads his army to come."
The alien planeswalker gave the answer without even turning his head.
"I see! Do you need me to cooperate with you?"
Vaska continued to probe.
As a mission impossible character whose brain has been taken over by a perfected mind flayer tadpole, although she is secretly a member of New Phyrexia, in the eyes of the other side, she is Nicol Bolas's undercover agent, so she is qualified to stand here.
The alien planeswalker smiled and shook his head: "No, I don't need to, I am enough on my own.
You should continue to lie in wait and wait for a better opportunity to strike.
After all, wouldn't it be boring if such a wonderful drama ended all of a sudden? "
"In that case, I'll go back first."
After saying this, Vaska made a gesture as if he was about to leave.
But before she could take a step, she heard the other person shouting at her from behind.
"Wait! When did I allow you to leave?"
"Hmm? What do you mean?"
Vaska narrowed his eyes, his snake-like hair that could turn a person to stone kept wriggling, emitting a dangerous aura from head to toe.
But the alien planeswalker responded with contempt: "It's simple. From now on, you can't leave my sight unless you get permission. After all, I'm not sure whether you are still loyal to the great Dragon Lord."
"He asked you to spy on me?"
Vaska pretended to be very angry.
"Believe me, this is for your own good. After all, your loyalty is not so reliable. Of course, if you really want to leave, it's okay, but the prerequisite is that you have to accept my seed."
As he spoke, the alien planeswalker opened his hand and handed the green seed in his palm to the Gorgon, the implication of his words was self-evident.
He wants to use this seed as a last resort.
Even if the other party chooses to betray, he can still control the other party through the seeds at the critical moment.
"That's impossible! I will never allow something so dangerous to enter my body!"
Vaska took a step back instantly, his tone as agitated as a cat whose tail was stepped on.
"Relax, there's no need to be so nervous. As long as you don't betray me, nothing will happen."
The alien planeswalker pursed his lips and smiled comfortingly.
Then his expression suddenly changed, and he asked with an evil and cold attitude: "Are you really planning to betray me? If so, I'd rather let you die here."
"No! Of course I don't intend to betray!"
Vaska responded very cooperatively.
Because the fully transformed Mind Flayer Tadpole in the brain has determined through analysis that this guy's intention is to use intimidation and induction, and wants to inject the seed into the body of the Gorgon in order to achieve complete control.
If it were the real Vaska, he would certainly be afraid that his life would be in the hands of others.
But the problem is that it is not the real Vasca, it is just a parasite in the brain.
Even if this body dies, it can abandon it and choose to escape at any time.
What's more, the creatures of New Phyrexia have no such emotion as fear at all.
The meaning of its existence is to serve the supreme master - Zuo Si.
So in order to win the other party's trust and also to pass on this crucial information, Vaska resolutely took the seed and stuffed it into his chest at the heart position.
Seeing this, the alien planeswalker finally smiled with satisfaction...
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