"Nicol Bolas has appeared! Quick! Bring out all our powerful weapons! Now is the best time to destroy him!"

"Where are the nuclear weapons? How many do we have? Stuff them all into the barrel at once!"

"No! It's not enough! We need to activate the ultimate fire spell prepared by the Great Flame Spirit!"

"Yes! We still have that ultimate fire spell! But activating it may require consuming all the energy reserves of the entire guild."

"You're still thinking about storing energy at a time like this? If we lose this war, we'll all be finished."

…

As the full-scale invasion officially began, the entire Izzet Alliance was in an uproar.

As the only guild in the Guildpact that can still maintain stability and organizational structure, they are almost the last hope for the entire Ravnica resistance.

But the fact that a nuclear bomb dropped did not cause much casualties was really beyond everyone's expectations.

After all, in their opinion, even if this thing could not kill the Elder Dragon Planeswalker, it should at least clear out all the vanguard troops sent over to buy more time for the next response.

But the result was far beyond everyone's expectations.

The legions of immortals who have been strengthened with divine power and divinity are no longer fragile undead creatures.

Except for the area at the center of the explosion, everyone quickly regained their ability to move under the influence of large-scale negative energy magic.

At present, these legions of immortals are expanding outward with the space-time bridge as the center under the control of Shane VII and Liliana.

In less than an hour, they captured the nearest city and annihilated all the Boros Legions that bravely resisted to defend their guild headquarters.

At this rate of advancement, the entire Ravnica plane will fall completely in a few days and will completely become a world ruled by the tyrant Nicol Bolas.

Of course, it is not ruled out that some lunatics and lunatics just want to take out all the killer weapons hidden in the Izzet Alliance warehouse and show everyone their shocking "artistic" taste.

After all, with Niv-Mizzet as the pressure, many things were put aside after successful research and never taken out again.

Now is the perfect opportunity to make the guild famous and let those arrogant fools see the foundation and strength of the strongest guild in the Ten Alliance.

"Quiet! Calm down!"

Seeing that the scene was becoming somewhat chaotic, Sancho couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hands and shouted harshly.

Throw out all the remaining nuclear warheads in one go?

Activate the ultimate fire spell?

What a joke! He was sure that if he did that, Nicol Bolas would come and destroy the entire Izzet League headquarters the next second.

You must know that the real purpose of the War of Sparks is to ignite the trans-dimensional beacon and attract as many planeswalkers as possible from the entire multiverse to provide a sufficient number of sparks to release the elder spell.

What's more, Sancho's mission is not to defeat Nicol Bolas, but to ensure that the plan can be implemented smoothly until his teacher, Soth, who is still hiding somewhere unknown, shows up to seize the final fruits of victory.

So directly angering the other party was obviously not an option from the beginning.

"So what you mean is..."

A high-ranking member of the Izzet League looked at the young leader designated by the guild's founder with an uncertain look.

Sancho answered without hesitation: "Go inform Lal Zarek and tell him it's time to light that thing."

"What? Light that thing up? Are you crazy?"

Another senior executive widened his eyes in shock.

"No, I am calm. This is a plan that Niv-Mizzet himself had already made. If you have any objections to this, you can report it to him later. But now just follow the original plan."

Sancho did not give anyone the opportunity to question or refute him, and directly issued the order in an unquestionable tone.

As one of the youngest juniors in the guild, he was clearly severely lacking in terms of seniority and prestige.

Fortunately, the Izzet Alliance has never been an organization that likes to follow rules, but rather a super scientific research institution that is full of enthusiasm and a little crazy.

The way to win respect here is simple: create a powerful explosion.

Whether this explosion is magic or a device created using special technical means.

Therefore, on the streets where the Izzet Alliance headquarters is located, one can often suddenly hear loud explosions, or witness a room or a building flying into the air.

Residents living nearby have long been accustomed to this.

Because they are basically all members of the Izzet Alliance, or family members of members.

As for the damage and death caused by the explosion, they are nothing to these guys who pursue ultimate destructive power.

Sancho dared to guarantee that if he was willing to make the knowledge and technology of manufacturing nuclear weapons public, there would be many crazy people who would ignore the safety regulations and try it repeatedly in private. If things went wrong, the entire city where the guild’s headquarters was located might be blown up.

After all, the Izzet League's mana symbol colors are red and blue.

Red mana symbolizes destruction, passion, and impulse, while blue mana symbolizes wisdom and change.

When the two are combined, what is produced is naturally the most typical image of the mad scientist in many literary and film and television works.

If it weren't for the endorsement of the guild founder Niv-Mizzet, and if it weren't for the successful creation of nuclear weapons with incredible power, these guys probably wouldn't listen to what a young boy said.

But now, facing the orders given by Sancho, they did not hesitate at all and chose to obey unconditionally.

This is the cohesion that has always been possessed by the guild led by the founder, and it is also the reason why Niv-Mizzet is widely respected in Ravnica.

As long as this ancient dragon lives, the Izzet Alliance will never fall into civil strife like other guilds, but will unite firmly around him.

As the last large guild with an organized structure in Ravnica launched the "Final War Plan", Ral Zarek soon received the message and came alone to the top of the spire located at the highest point of the entire guild.

Looking at this "beacon" made by his unique ability of the Planeswalker Spark, he couldn't help but take a deep breath and said to Jace Beleren beside him: "I'm going to activate it. Do you have anything else to say?"

The latter shook his head expressionlessly: "No, no, let's get started. Let's see whether Nicol Bolas is more powerful, or whether we, the new generation of planeswalkers, are more powerful when we unite."

"In that case, let's get started."

Ral Zarek activated the beacon atop the spire without hesitation.

The next second...

A bright, blinding light began to flicker through the endless darkness of the void in the hearts of all planeswalkers who possessed the Spark.

Although observed with the naked eye, the brightness of this beacon is not very high, but instead gives people a cold feeling.

But in the eyes of the planeswalkers, it is as bright as a torch.

No matter how far away you are, you can clearly feel it at this moment and obtain the coordinates of Ravnica time and space.

Needless to say, Ral Zarek's behavior is just like the active exposure of his own position in the Dark Forest Theory, in order to attract more and more powerful planeswalkers to join the camp against Nicol Bolas.

After all, through their own investigations and the information deliberately revealed by Zuo Si, the small group led by Jace Beleren already knew that the old dragon had the terrifying artifact, the Immortal Sun.

This means that once the planeswalkers are attracted by the beacon, they will be locked in Ravnica and cannot go anywhere.

If they don't want their spark to be snatched away, they can only join forces with local forces to defeat this ambitious elder dragon.

In other words, it is equivalent to setting a bait to attract all the fish, and then forcing all the planeswalkers to join the war through threats, intimidation and kidnapping.

This strategy has proven to be quite effective.

Not long after, a large number of mages teleported here one after another, wanting to see what was happening here.

But no one knew that in addition to the planeswalkers, there was another group that took advantage of the situation and was brought in.

And they are the "players" who have been left alone by Zuo Si.

To be precise, they are the elites who are carefully selected for special training and promotion.

But what they rely on is not the spark of the planeswalker, but the branches of the cave tree hidden in unknown corners.

"Is this the battlefield for the final battle?"

A warrior dressed in "divine gear" asked in an uncertain tone.

The wizard next to him nodded without hesitation: "Well, it seems so. I can't believe that all this is about to end. In order to avoid any regrets, let's let go and make a big scene this time."

"Hey, of course! I brought all the good stuff here."

Another person patted the tube on his back which was as thick as his thigh and covered with dense mysterious patterns and symbols, and smiled creepily.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. Before anyone finds us, disperse immediately and prepare for the battle. Remember, we can only move in small groups this time, and we must not gather together in large numbers."

The sturdy man in the lead, wearing a fully enclosed helmet and a power armor, issued instructions to everyone present in a muffled voice.

"Got it. Don't worry, we are not those rookies and we know what to do."

"That's right. Our team is heading east."

"We're heading southwest."

As you and I chatted, this group of players quickly broke up and disappeared into the endless maze-like cities, wilderness and forests of the Ravnica plane.

About half an hour later, the first team encountered the Immortals and a fierce battle broke out.

In less than three to five minutes, they easily used the artifacts in their hands to destroy these undead creatures that had little intelligence but had amazing defense and resistance.

After the battle, one of the team members couldn't help but open his visor and complained: "Damn it! What's wrong with these undead creatures? They are too tough, aren't they? If I hadn't upgraded my sword before, ordinary weapons with enchantment level +2 or +3 wouldn't be able to hurt them at all."

"More than hard, I had to use four high-level spells of level seven or above to barely cause some damage."

Even as they were examining the wreckage of the Immortal and engaging in heated discussions, they had no idea that the information they had obtained was being transmitted back to the soul's location without a single detail missing.

"Great Supreme Mastermind, the preliminary analysis report on the Immortal Legion has come out."

The fully transformed mind-stimulating demon wielding half-mechanical, half-flesh tentacles transmitted a large amount of information through psychic powers.

After a few minutes, the main brain responded with interest: "How did the other party do this? The divinity and divine power of those immortals are obviously not much, but they have played a very incredible effect."

“I think this should be some kind of ability unique to the Planeswalker Spark.

Fortunately, these immortals are only tough enough to withstand beatings, and their intelligence and means of attack are very limited.

The only problem is that, according to Lord Soth's description, they seem to have the ability to resist the transformation of the oil.

Maybe we should capture a few alive and bring them back for experiments."

Wanhua Heart Demon made a cautious suggestion.

"No, there's no need to alert the enemy. Just continue to observe through the player's field of vision."

The mastermind rejected the proposal outright.

Not only that, her huge body finally stopped being silent, but directly activated the Planeswalker Spark and arrived at the moon outside the atmosphere of Ravnica time and space, observing the development of the situation from afar, and then prepared to respond to Zuo Si's call to intervene.

Moreover, the main brain also saw a strange red nebula floating not far from the planet.

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be the Lord of the Burning Legion, the dark titan Sargeras.

As a cautious person, Zuo Si had obviously made countless preparations for this Spark War, and this time he could be said to have played all his cards.

It’s just that these cards are still hidden and have not been revealed for the time being.

Because he witnessed the elder's spell being used and the sparks of thousands of planeswalkers being forcibly stripped from their bodies, he would not show up easily, let alone take action easily.

Right now, as one of the masterminds behind the scenes, he is walking in a restaurant in a city that has not yet fallen, just like an ordinary person. He is strolling along the most famous local snack street with great interest as if nothing has happened, and from time to time he hands the food in his hand to the cute little loli following behind him.

If you observe the party carefully, you will find that this little girl has eaten several times her body weight in just over ten minutes, but her stomach is not bulging at all, it is like a bottomless pit.

"Do you think this one is better or this one is better?"

Zuo Si pinched the girl's delicate little nose affectionately and asked with a smile.

"Mmm - they're all delicious!"

The little guy licked his lips with satisfaction, and a bright and dazzling light flashed in his two big eyes, but disappeared in an instant.

"Haha, that's right. Only the weak need to make choices. The strong should be me and I want it all. It seems that you have listened to everything I have taught you recently, Ai-chan."

Zuo Si raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a relieved smile.

Yes, the little loli following behind him was none other than the Azeroth Star Soul whom he raised as his daughter.

Although there is still some distance to full awakening, the consciousness and intelligence level of a five or six-year-old child has been reached.

And after accepting the power of Mirrodin, he is now the most powerful of all the Titans.

“I want that!”

The young Titan pointed to one of the stalls that had food that looked like burritos.

Like all young intelligent creatures, she is now only interested in delicious food and fun things.

"Give me three."

Zuo Si simply conjured up a handful of this world's currency out of thin air and threw it to the stall owner.

Since this city is quite far away from where the war broke out, it has remained relatively peaceful and has not been caught up in the flames of war or started a large-scale escape like other places.

"Please wait a moment!"

The vendor smiled happily as soon as he received the money. He took out a few steaming hot dumplings with extremely skillful movements and handed them over, while also praising him: "Sir, your daughter is so cute. She will definitely be a smart and beautiful charmer when she grows up."

"Thanks for the compliment."

Zuo Si took the food and handed it directly to the young Titan, while the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

A heartthrob? No kidding! Once you've seen the true form of the Titan of Azeroth, you'll realize that this cute little thing is a complete deception.

To be exact, the true form of all Titans is one that is filled with unrivaled power.

Fortunately, they can transform into any person or animal when not in combat.

As a result, Aijiang stuffed three large-sized burritos weighing nearly a pound into her stomach in just a few bites under the stunned gaze of the stall owner, and then followed Zuo Si to the next stall with a satisfied look on her face.

He waited until the two of them walked away before he could not help but exclaimed with trembling nerves: "Oh my God! That...that girl actually ate several times more than her own weight! Could she be a monster?"

"Kid! Let me teach you a rule for survival in Ravnica. It is to mind your own business. Because you can't judge whether someone is a human or not just by their appearance."

Another old vendor next door gave a meaningful warning.

Just as the young vendor was about to ask a few more questions, an angel with pure white wings suddenly descended from the sky and shouted at the top of his voice: "Alert! Alert! Ravnica has been invaded by a large number of enemies! Now everyone, hurry home, close the doors and windows and hide! It won't be long before the terrible undead army will attack us!"

"What? Who dares to invade here?"

"What about the Guildpact? What are they doing? Why aren't they organizing a resistance?"

"I heard that civil unrest broke out in the Guildpact, and they are now busy fighting for power. Some cities have been reduced to ruins by their mutual attacks."

"You mean...internal and external troubles!"

"What else? Quickly pack up and go home to escape! Otherwise, it will be too late when those monsters come in."

…

The whole city quickly became turbulent as people shouted and talked in panic.

Fortunately, the order and authority here have not been destroyed, so no serious crimes have occurred.

Looking at the residents who were either fleeing with their entire families or sealing their doors and windows with wooden boards or bricks, Zuo Si couldn't help but sigh with a smile: "It's already this time, where can we escape to even if we do?"

Before he finished speaking!

A familiar voice suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Silver armor! White cape! Sword emitting golden holy light! And those piercing and determined eyes!

She was none other than Elspeth Tirel, who had once knelt down and sworn allegiance to Zuo Si.

Ever since she transferred all the survivors of the entire Mirrodin time and space to another world, she has been fulfilling her promise to protect these refugees and even helped them build their own country and city in the new world.

Watching these people who originally had nothing gradually acquire their own houses, lands, and homes, and live a good life with ample food and clothing, this female planeswalker who possesses the same noble qualities as a paladin gained great spiritual satisfaction.

In her eyes, there was nothing more worthy of following than a powerful, intelligent, wise, rational, kind and generous ruler like Zuo Si.

Of course, this was just her wishful thinking.

Little did she know that Shuoyou and Old Phyrexia, which had caused her great mental trauma and psychological shadow in her childhood, had now all been incorporated by Zuo Si and had become unprecedentedly powerful.

"My Lord, what happened here?"

Elspeth knelt on one knee and bowed to Zuo Si first, then raised her head and asked with a puzzled look.

Zuo Si responded bluntly: "It's Nicol Bolas. He finally couldn't hold back and launched a full-scale invasion of Ravnica. The War of the Spark has begun. But didn't I tell you to stay out of this matter?"

Elspeth raised her head and smiled. "No, I cannot stand aside from the battle of my sworn master. Allow me to be your sword against this evil elder dragon planeswalker."

"Oh, are you sure? You know, once you join, there's no turning back."

A playful expression appeared on Zuo Si's face.

"Of course! Please give me the most dangerous mission! It is my duty to fight against evil!"

After saying this, Elspeth clenched the holy sword in her hand, and her whole body exuded an indomitable aura.

Because she wanted to use this war to prove that she had walked out of the shadow of her childhood, would no longer indulge in the pain of the past, but could boldly embrace the future.

"Well, since this is your wish, I will grant it to you. Elspeth Tirel, I now order you to help those refugees escape from Nicol Bolas's Eternal Legion and save as many innocent lives as possible."

Zuo Si directly issued an order that best matched the other party's values.

"It's my pleasure!"

Apparently, Elspeth had not yet realized what this Spark War meant. She gladly accepted the order, stood up, and activated the power of the holy sword in her hand. Immediately, a pair of golden wings like an angel appeared behind her, and she soared into the sky.

With her arrival, a staggering number of planeswalkers have gathered in Ravnica.

It can even be said that almost one-third or even more of the planeswalkers in the entire multiverse gather here.

You have to know that in history, except for the time rift repaired under the leadership of the time mage Teferi, there has never been a situation where so many planeswalkers gathered in one time and space.

Zuo Si could even clearly feel the violent resonance of countless sparks in this small space.

If anyone could detonate all the sparks at this moment, the entire multiverse would inevitably be destroyed and swallowed by the dark void.

But it is precisely because of this that he is looking forward to the effect of the elder's spell...