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 traitors.
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 personally brings 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 sigh 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."
桑乔并没有给恶魔再一次挥舞巨大镰刀的机会，直接强行拧断了对方一条手臂。
靠近肩膀撕裂的地方，鲜血如同泉涌般喷洒的四散飞溅。
“啊啊啊啊啊！！！！！！”
剧痛让拉铎司忍不住发出哀嚎，扇动翅膀想要爬升高度飞走。
但转瞬之间！ 他的一条腿的脚踝就被死死抓住，随后整个人像武器被轮起来狠狠砸向地面。
轰！轰！轰！轰！ 没一下都会溅起血浆、碎肉和滚烫的岩浆。
最终，这位拉铎司教派的创始人就这样被活生生的摔成一滩血肉模糊的粘稠物质。
等做完这一切，桑乔才解除杀戮者形态，看着周围血腥无比的场面，满意的点了下头。
“不错！ 这下拉铎司教派应该不会再构成任何威胁了。
而且就算有人看到也只会认为是他们公会内部出了问题。
毕竟虐杀正是他们最擅长的事情。”
“哦？你确定吗？”
伴随着熟悉的声音，黑暗王子格雷亚的身影突然凭空出现。
“你怎么会在这？”
桑乔先是全神戒备，在看清来者的真面目后瞬间放松下来。
格雷亚扫了一眼周围笑着回答道：“我在调查黑市拍卖的事情，并且发现了一些有趣的线索指向拉铎司教派。只是没想到我居然来晚了一步，这里居然被你清理干净了。”
“黑市拍卖？他们跟拉铎司教派有联系？”
桑乔难以置信的挑起了眉毛。
因为据他所知，这群神经病和疯子才不会对贸易、财富之类的东西感兴趣。
“没错。如果我没猜错的话，这些被你杀死的人当中，体内应该存在着某些有趣的种子。”
说罢，格雷亚抬起手施展了一个侦测魔法。
瞬间！
在地上大片的血浆和烂肉中浮现出十几个闪烁着绿色幽光的小点。
他轻轻勾了勾手指，这些小亮点就自己飞出来漂浮在半空中。
那是一颗颗如同苍耳般长满细小毛刺的椭圆形植物种子，散发着惊人的生命能量。
这无疑引起了桑乔的注意，立马走上前拿起其中一个放在掌心仔细观察，并且不断释放各种侦测魔法想要搞清楚作用。
大概几分钟之后，他才抬起头用难以置信的语气惊呼：“这些种子不仅能寄生在人的体内，而且还能在主人的操控下激活把目标变成受到操控的傀儡？”
黑暗王子微笑着点了点头：“是的，很奇妙的小玩意，不是吗？ 我发现所有参加过黑市拍卖的人，以及与他们有频繁接触的人，身上都出现了这样有趣的种子。
很显然，这伙人的目标根本就不是什么走私和赚取利润。
他们真正的意图是通过这种拍卖作为诱饵吸引特定的群体，再把种子注入那些关键位置上的人体内。
看来尼可·波拉斯果然名不虚传。
在之前的渗透计划失败之后，他不仅没有坐以待毙，反而使用了更加隐秘的手段。
如果不是我感兴趣稍微调查了一下，这招瞒天过海大概率会在发动全面入侵的时候起到不小的作用。”
“你找到散布操控这些种子的主人了吗？”
桑乔脸色瞬间变得异常难看。
要知道他可是一直都认为自己这些年干的非常好，把老龙安插在拉尼卡时空所有的间谍都清理干净了。
可现在，残酷的现实狠狠给了他一巴掌。
事实证明姜还是老的辣。
尼可·波拉斯绝非以前遇到的那些对手，而是一个永远有层出不穷手段的阴谋大师。
“很遗憾，暂时还没有。”
格雷亚把这些种子全部收集起来耸了耸肩膀。
“那目前有多少人已经被植入了这些种子？”
桑乔眉头紧皱的继续追问。
“同样也不知道。
因为那些举办黑市拍卖的家伙根本就不是什么幕后主使。
而是同样被植入种子并遭到控制的傀儡。
当我现身的刹那，他们体内的种子就瞬间释放某种力量将宿主杀死，还不忘吞噬掉大脑和灵魂变成一枚危险的炸弹引爆。
如此有趣且诡异的力量，我有理由怀疑对方是一名相当厉害的旅法师。
也只有旅法师能够屏蔽我的探测与追踪。
哦，对了，你回去之后最好赶紧检查一下伊捷联盟内部。
我严重怀疑尼米捷的公会也有不少人被不知不觉的控制了。
毕竟喜欢搞研究的他们可是黑市里的常客。”
说完这句话，黑暗王子格雷亚也不理会这位父亲弟子的反应，直接施展传送魔法消失在原地。
“该死！”
桑乔低声咒骂了一句之后也赶忙离开这个散发着刺鼻血腥味的地方。
不过很可惜，当他回到伊捷联盟的时候显然还是晚了一步。
只见作为整个公会的创立者兼最高领导人的尼米捷，眼下已经倒在了血泊之中，靠近心脏的胸口长出了一团巨大的藤蔓。
而藤蔓的另外一边，赫然就是他的心脏。
确切的说是有一枚种子在这位巨龙的心脏里边生根发芽突然钻了出来。
尽管看状况还远远算不上致命，但其他所有人都对此没有任何办法。
如果他们想要将藤蔓连带根部取出就会导致爆炸和尼米捷的死亡。
可要是放着不管，尼米捷就会被源源不断的抽取生命力和魔力，最终让这颗不知名的藤蔓植物成长为不可控的参天大树。
“怎么回事？究竟发生了什么？”
桑乔赶忙冲到近前询问。
砾岩术士娜希丽深吸了一口气回答道：“这是一次蓄谋已久的偷袭！
瓦蓝被不知道什么人控制了，突然在与焰灵的交谈时冲上来释放了某种不知名的力量。
随后一颗种子就开始从巨龙的心脏生根发芽。
还没等我们来得及抓住这个家伙，他自己就突然爆裂开尸骨无存。”
“不好！这可能不光是针对尼米捷的！而是同时对整个十会盟所有的领导人！”
桑乔显然是个聪明人，一下子就察觉到这个躲藏在暗处敌人的真正意图。
“什么？！你的意思是……这是尼可·波拉斯在发动全面进攻前让我们自乱阵脚的袭击？”
娜希丽脸色勃然大变。
桑乔不加思索的点了下头：“我也希望我错了。但确认这种事情只要派个人去其他公会打听一下就知道了，花费不了多少时间。”
“我去！”
一名伊捷联盟的高层果断起身朝外面冲去。
如果真是这样，那后果绝对是灾难性的。
因为在这种关键时刻，每一位公会领导者都是不可替代的。
要是他们真的出了什么意外，那好不容易摒弃前嫌建立起来的紧密同盟就有可能会随着新的领导人上台或是干脆开启内斗模式而崩溃。
“拉铎司教派那边的情况怎么样了？”
尼米捷用十分削弱的声音睁开眼睛问了一句。
“威胁已经剪除。他们短时间内都不可能造成什么危害了。”
桑乔半真半假的给出了答复。
听到这句话，尼米捷露出一丝欣慰的笑容：“干得好。不用担心，我现在这个样子还死不了。不过接下来的重担可能就要交到你们的肩膀上了。”
“放心！不管尼可·波拉斯准备了什么，我们都会给他点颜色瞧瞧，让他明白拉尼卡绝不是泥捏的。”
娜希丽眼睛里迸射出愤怒的火光，显然是被这种下三滥的手段给激怒了。
因为刚才她差一点也中招。
如果不是及时释放砾岩魔法将袭击者挡住，现如今恐怕不会比尼米捷的状态强多少。
“对了！关于这次袭击，我刚刚从黑暗王子格雷亚口中获得了一些重要情报。”
桑乔以极快的语速把自己知道的信息，还有那颗如同苍耳般大小的绿色种子取了出来。
当听完他的报告，不管是娜希丽还是尼米捷都不由自主的露出惊恐表情。
尤其是意识到试探严重性的后者，不顾身上的伤势挣扎着爬起来，语气急促的质问：“这位黑暗王子眼下在什么地方？”
桑乔苦笑着摇了摇头：“抱歉，我也不太清楚。但可以肯定的是，他显然正在追查这件事情。”
“格雷亚是左思的子嗣，他是我们这边的人。
有他在，我想幕后黑手应该很快就会浮出水面。
目前我们应该尽快想办法稳住局势，绝对不能任由恐慌和混乱继续扩散。
否则的话后果简直不堪设想。”
娜希丽难得没有意气用事，而是做出了相当理性的判断。
“我们需要索斯的帮助！立刻！马上！”
尼米捷毫不犹豫向砾岩术士投去了求助的目光。
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 inducement, 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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