More and more planeswalkers are gathering on Ravnica than ever before!

They were like prey caught in a trap, unaware of what was about to happen.

All these glittering sparks will eventually become the nourishment for me to ascend to the throne and become a god.

The great Dragon Lord Nicol Bolas will soon become a Dragon God!

The entire multiverse and even the dark void will bow down to me!"

Nicol Bolas stood at the location of the time-space bridge, grinning and laughing unbridled.

As an extremely arrogant elder dragon planeswalker, he and Zuo Si had undoubtedly felt the effects caused by the increasing number of planeswalkers gathering on the Ravnica plane and the large number of sparks gathering together.

And this is exactly the prerequisite for casting the elder's spell.

In fact, the current number of planeswalkers is more than enough to immediately activate the Eternal Sun to lock down the entire space and time.

But Nicol Bolas was obviously not satisfied with simply regaining the strength he once had in the past, but wanted to use this opportunity to reach a higher level.

To achieve this, he needed more planeswalkers and more sparks.

So until now, the advancement speed of the huge army of immortals has never been fast, but it has maintained a rhythm of constantly squeezing the living space, forcing the new generation of planeswalkers to constantly call on friends.

After all, just like Stand Users, Planeswalkers are also attracted to each other.

When a young planeswalker ignites a spark and gains the ability to travel freely in infinite time and space and the universe, his world view, values ​​and life goals will inevitably undergo drastic shocks.

You may even gradually become estranged from your original relatives and friends due to different perspectives.

At this time, the only person who can enter his heart and become his friend is often another planeswalker.

Therefore, every planeswalker basically has a few like-minded planeswalker friends, as well as a few planeswalker enemies with whom he has a love-hate relationship or an undying feud.

Nicol Bolas now hopes that these planeswalkers who have arrived on Ravnica will summon all the planeswalker friends they know under the pressure of the Legion of Eternals.

When the number of gathered sparks no longer continues to grow, the Eternal Holy Sun will be activated to lock the space.

Before that, he will have a good time playing with these "little guys".

Thinking of this, Nicol Bolas raised one of his front paws and stroked his chin, then asked the necromancer Liliana, "What are the current losses of my Eternal Legion? Have we encountered any noteworthy enemies?"

"The losses weren't great, and we did encounter some interesting guys, but nothing that deserved special attention."

Liliana answered in a tone devoid of emotion.

After all, planeswalkers often come from different time and space, so their fighting methods and weapons are also varied.

Therefore, as long as the ability is not particularly outrageous or has overwhelming power, it is not worth making a fuss about no matter how strange it is.

In this regard, Liliana, who has lived for a century, can be said to be knowledgeable.

However, she obviously didn't know that those enemies she called "interesting" were not planeswalkers, but "players" deliberately inserted by the mastermind to observe the situation and create chaos.

Although these guys are a little disappointing in terms of strength, they have extremely terrifying abilities to stir up trouble, and they are all extremely daring and have no sense of fear.

Maybe you can't expect them to overcome all difficulties and accomplish anything great, but causing trouble and muddying the waters to divert the enemy's attention is definitely worth ten times as much as they can.

Zuo Si had used these players to attract hatred more than once, so he was already very familiar with it.

Especially as the mastermind behind the scenes supervision, he knows very well how to maximize the role of these "highly unstable factors" to make the enemy feel both headache and helpless.

However, the players are still in the stage of familiarizing themselves with the environment and collecting intelligence, and have not taken any drastic actions for the time being.

But it won’t be long before they figure out the situation and all kinds of unethical methods for treating low blood pressure will emerge one after another.

It will be too late to come to your senses by then.

Nicol Bolas had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem, and continued to ask with interest: "What about the others? What are they busy with?"

“Tezzeret is busy scavenging for artifacts, technology, and lore that interests him;

Shane VII is controlling half of the Eternal Legion and is continuously advancing in another direction; your subordinate, whose body is covered with plants and flowers, said he would go find Vaska, but for some reason there has been no news of him for several hours. Maybe he has been killed.

As for the others, they are basically continuing to put pressure on those planeswalkers according to the original plan."

When saying this, there was a hint of gloating in Liliana's tone.

Obviously, she, who was forced to join the Spark War, hoped that more unexpected situations would occur, and it would be best if the elder dragon was forced to run around putting out fires, so that she would have a chance to escape control and regain her freedom.

"What? Mammus lost contact!"

Nicol Bolas frowned slightly in confusion.

Don't get me wrong, as a ruthless tyrant, he doesn't care about the lives of his subordinates, even those who admire him and are loyal to him.

He just felt that this matter was a bit strange, and maybe his good brother Linglong Wujin was hiding in the dark and doing something behind it.

Liliana nodded slightly. "Yes. It's not just Mammus who's lost contact. Vaska is also out of touch. Especially considering the latter's resume, I'm not sure whether she was killed or chose to betray."

"Send a message to Tezzeret immediately and ask him to come over and see what's going on."

Nicol Bolas gave his orders bluntly.

From this point alone, it is not difficult to see that he did not care about Tezzeret's life or death at all, but regarded him as cannon fodder that could be sacrificed at any time.

After all, the reason why we valued this talented artifact master in the past was just to facilitate the control of the time-space bridge.

But now the time-space bridge has completed its mission, not to mention that Shane VII also has the ability to control the time-space bridge.

In other words, this chess piece is no longer useful.

"As you wish."

Liliana bowed gracefully, showing the hypocrisy, politeness and upbringing of her noble family.

However, neither of them knew that the alien vegetative planeswalker was now wrapped in sparkling oil and was wailing in despair.

"No! This is impossible! How on earth did you get rid of the control of the seeds? I can clearly feel those plants in your body."

“Haha, it seems that Nicol Bolas and Tezzeret didn’t tell you about the Glow Oil and New Phyrexia in Mirrodin, did they?”

The completely transformed Gorgon Vaska pursed her lips and sneered mockingly.

It is not difficult to see from the status of the two that she easily captured this planeswalker who single-handedly turned the entire Ravnica time and space upside down and left everyone helpless by setting a trap.

The reason was very simple! This plant-based planeswalker named Mamushi was too confident in the power of his seeds, and did not realize that there was something that could reversely infect and control the seeds.

That is the Shuo Oil, which is known as one of the three great natural disasters in the multiverse.

As a result, when he appeared in front of Vaska, he was immediately swallowed up by the surging oil and became what he is now.

Although using green mana gave him strong resistance to the oil and he was not as quickly dissolved by it as other planeswalkers would be if they came into contact with it, he was still suffering from inhuman torture and pain.

Every time the oil penetrated deeper into his body, he could feel his autonomic nerves producing indescribable pain.

This kind of pain that exceeds the limit of endurance is enough to drive anyone crazy.

But the problem is that the unique structure of plant life ensures that he will never faint, collapse, or lose consciousness like animals. Instead, he will experience the entire process from beginning to end, which is basically equivalent to repeatedly experiencing being cut into pieces.

"Shuo oil? No! This is not Shuo oil at all!"

Mamuse glanced at the indescribable viscous black liquid around him.

As a planeswalker who was very sensitive to energy, he could clearly feel that this was something that was neither energy nor material, but was closer to the rules of the super-dimensional world, and was completely different from the legendary sparkling oil.

"snort!

idiot!

Do you think that under the leadership of the great father of New Phyrexia, Shuoyou is still the same as it was under the leadership of that useless Yawgmoth?

Under his wise rule, both the Oil and New Phyrexia have been upgraded and transformed.

And your arrogant master is still in the dark and has no idea what is about to happen.

His opponent has never been the spirit dragon Wu Jin, but the supreme Lord Soth.

The real Ugin was killed long ago by the invincible Father of New Phyrexia.

It won't be long before Nicol Bolas follows in his footsteps."

Vaska's tone revealed naked and undisguised enthusiasm.

Because as long as she could defeat this guy in front of her, she would be able to obtain most of the arrangements and trump cards of the Elder Dragon Planeswalker.

"Ugin is dead! Soth is the mastermind?"

Mamuse's pupils suddenly expanded, contracted, expanded again, and contracted again to show the huge waves in the owner's heart.

The vegetable-like planeswalker could hardly believe that the young man who had acted so humble and submissive before Nicol Bolas had actually deceived everyone.

It turns out that Tezzeret, who seems to have a mental problem and the lowest intelligence, is right.

Unfortunately, he was no longer able to pass this important information back.

Just as he opened his mouth to ask for more truth before he lost consciousness, a shabby black-gray light suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

The next second...

The Dark Prince Graya appeared in this rather secret place, and exclaimed in a slightly surprised tone: “I never thought that it was you who caught this guy who caused such a big mess.

I have to say, no wonder arrogance is one of the greatest sins.

No matter how powerful a person is, if he gets tainted with the bad habit of arrogance, he will basically not have a good ending.

So it is with this fellow, and so it is with his master, Nicol Bolas."

"Welcome, Your Highness."

Vaska bowed hastily to this young man, a man of higher authority than himself and the son of the father of the great New Phyrexia.

As the representative of ultimate lawfulness, New Phyrexia is a huge force with a strict hierarchy, no less than the Mechanicum which also represents the lawful camp.

Perhaps the only difference is that the Mechanical Realm is a place where the tendency towards order is above all else, and even the Singularity Lord, who is a symbol of the plane's will, must be under order.

Let’s take the simplest example.

When the Singularity Lord is killed by a more powerful force, the plane will of the Mechanical Realm will not resurrect it, but will directly replace it with a lower-level Demon Tomb.

According to scholars, this is the manifestation of absolute order.

But New Phyrexia revolves around Zuo Si's will.

If he thinks that a certain lowest-level creation is interesting and has great potential, he can immediately order it to be promoted to the position of Demon Judge. Shuoyou will quickly transform and upgrade it so that it can perform the duties of the Demon Judge.

"How long will it take for this guy to be completely transformed?"

Graya asked in an uncertain tone.

Vaska answered without hesitation, "It will take at least ten minutes. His race, spark characteristics, and the properties of the mana he uses are all very troublesome. Otherwise, the information should have been uploaded to the cloud database by now."

"Don't worry. Nicol Bolas hasn't activated the Immortal Sun to blockade all of Ravnica yet. We have plenty of time to take our time."

The Dark Prince was undoubtedly a very patient man, not showing the slightest impatience.

"Thank you for your understanding. But compared to this matter, I would rather you deal with your sister. Her Highness Anne is causing quite a stir right now."

As he spoke, a beam of light shot out from Vaska's electronic eye, and the beam was quickly refracted into a 3D image.

On a battlefield, there was a beautiful girl with a faint smile on her face, playing with a group of more than thirty planeswalkers.

The magic and attacks used by the latter were like child's play in front of her.

There was also a big-breasted, black-haired beauty in a green dress nearby, helping the evildoer. She constantly released terrifying illusions that were so realistic that they could be mistaken for real, teasing the other person, and drew all kinds of insulting cartoon patterns of little turtles, pigs and puppies on the other person's face.

What’s even worse is that some of them are even painted, which makes them look very realistic and cannot be erased at all.

"This is...my sister and Loki?"

Graya was stunned for a moment, totally confused as to what little Annie was talking about.

After all, judging from the current situation, this group of planeswalkers teleported from various time and space in the multiverse should be considered to be fighting together against Nicol Bolas's allies.

Even if you don't like it, at least don't make it a pain in the ass.

Vaska nodded helplessly. "Yes. As you can see, they are just having fun. In the past two hours alone, they have robbed at least thirty-five planeswalkers of their property, and even stripped one of them naked and hung him on a flagpole for public display. If things continue like this, it may affect the plans of the great father of New Phyrexia."

"Where is father now? What are his instructions?"

The corners of the Dark Prince's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably.

After all, he could be said to have spent the entire night looking for his sister, but in the end he was always just one step short of catching her.

Especially after seeing the tampered files in the Azorius Senate Library, it felt like the sky was falling, and they had to burn the entire library to cover up the embarrassment that brought shame to the family.

The powerful goddess of magic in New Phyrexia, who has quasi-divine powers, actually broke into other people's headquarters to steal things, and even tampered with the trial results like a naughty child.

If this kind of thing really got out, Graya couldn't imagine whether he would be able to go out with dignity in the future.

Vaska obviously noticed the prince's embarrassment and quickly responded in a low voice: "I'm sorry, the great father of New Phyrexia has hidden his whereabouts. I don't know exactly where he is. I only know that he has arrived in Ravnica a long time ago. As for instructions, there are none yet."

"Damn it! Fine, I'll go take care of my sister and Loki, and leave this to you. Also, notify the ninth level of Baator Hell and tell them that they can start the action."

After saying this, Graya activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.

In a flash, he appeared above a street that had long since turned into ruins, and shouted at the two people who were having fun, "Enough! Let them go! Now! Immediately!"

“Eh——”

Little Annie saw her little brother immediately. Not only did she not intend to stop, but she also shouted to the heroes summoned as followers: "Don't worry about it, just keep going."

"As you command, Master."

Mordred, who was in the best harmony with the planeswalker master, immediately revealed a bloodthirsty smile, swung the sword in his hand to activate the treasure, and directly blasted the follower summoned by another planeswalker into pieces.

This naked and undisguised provocation undoubtedly made Graya extremely angry, and she asked coldly: "Dear sister, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Why not? Anyway, Dad didn't give us any specific requirements. As long as I can achieve my goal, it's my own business to do what I want. You have no right to interfere. What's more, I am the elder sister, and you are just a stinky little brother."

Little Annie raised her chin slightly and smiled proudly and provocatively.

"Very good! Very good!"

Graya is obviously a man of action, and he decisively resorted to force after realizing that words would have no effect.

He first summoned the blackened Altria, whom he had raised as his daughter for a long time, and then he turned into a black afterimage and rushed towards little Annie.

After a period of calm, the brother and sister finally broke out into a fight again.

On the other side, Mordred was also extremely excited when he saw his father. He immediately looked away from his opponent and roared with red eyes: "Father! I finally found you again! I will never lose to you again this time! Because I have become stronger!"

"Become stronger? With who you are now?"

The blackened Altria sneered with contempt and disdain, slowly raised the sword in her hand and released magic power.

Boom!!! In just a moment, the dark, evil, and cruel power gushed out from the sword and almost took shape.

Even the sky above became dim because of this, and the sun seemed like a small fireball that could go out at any time.

This terrifying power not only stunned Mordred, but also the self-righteous mages around him showed disbelief.

Because the power displayed by the blackened Altria is enough to crush all the planeswalkers present combined.

They couldn't accept that the followers summoned by the other party were so much more powerful than themselves.

"No! This is impossible! It must be fake! It's an illusion! It's a magic! I don't believe it!"

Mordred lost control of his emotions and regardless of the visible gap in strength, he rushed forward to complete his unfinished feat of "patricide".

But the next second, he was hit back by a black and red beam of light, like a tennis ball hitting the ground with a deafening noise and vibration.

"My foolish son, after all this time you still don't understand why you lost your right to inherit the throne, right?"

Having said that, Altria descended directly from the sky, stood beside the deep pit, and looked at her only offspring as if he were garbage.

Unfortunately, Mordred obviously didn't want to listen to these sermons, but shouted at little Annie: "Power! Give me power! Master! I want to kill her!"

"for you!"

The girl, who was naturally competitive, obviously would not sit idly by and watch her favorite follower being defeated, so she directly released the terrifying magical power to unprecedentedly strengthen and upgrade Mordred.

The latter did not hesitate at all after gaining the power, and immediately swung his sword to release a violet arcane shock.

When the power of darkness and magic of the two followers collided, a destructive force immediately erupted, and even the ground beneath their feet was torn apart and gushed out boiling magma.

"Oh my God! They are totally different from us! They are just two monsters!"

A planeswalker who was watching finally realized the cruel reality and began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

"Stop looking! Let's go! This is not the place we should be!"

Another planeswalker nearby, who was suspected to be his friend, quickly pulled him back and disappeared without a trace before the ground was completely engulfed by the magma.

The battle between Graya and little Annie undoubtedly attracted the attention of many people in an instant.

Because the noise they made was really too loud.

Even the youngest son, Maier, had to find his father and ask him directly: "My brother and sister are fighting, aren't you going to intervene?"

"Care? Why should I care? Isn't this good?"

Zuo Si pursed his lips and asked back with a smile.

"Very good? You mean..."

Mailer seemed to have noticed something, and his originally anxious expression quickly calmed down.

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, it's just what you think.

Don't forget, one of our current goals is to create as much chaos and crisis as possible to divert Nicol Bolas' attention and make him reveal as many of his cards as possible.

So what better way to achieve this goal than a battle between two powerful quasi-divine planeswalkers? Moreover, how do you know that what little Annie did was not with my permission, or even with my secret instructions? "

As the last word came out of his mouth, a flash of understanding flashed in Mail's eyes, and then he smiled bitterly and said, "I see! You deliberately let my sister take this opportunity to attract Nicol Bolas's attention, so that he can recruit her to infiltrate the enemy directly."

"Hahahaha! No, my dear child, this is just the beginning of a more complicated and hidden plan. The real fun is yet to come."

Zuo Si picked up the drink on the table next to him and drank it all in one gulp, then lay down on a chair in a very comfortable posture.

The Azeroth star soul, transformed into a cute little loli, looked at Mail from a distance with a slightly vigilant look, obviously feeling the terrifying breath of death from the other party.

Maier ignored the little sister's reaction and continued to probe: "Then do you have any tasks for me to do next?"

"Not yet. You can do something you like like your brothers and sisters, or just take a vacation and relax like me."

After saying that, Zuo Si raised the empty cup in his hand and threw it directly at the wall in the distance, making a crisp sound of glass breaking.

"Neither is it necessary for Baator? As far as I know, Gramir's plan should have already begun. That will be a rare decisive battle between good and evil." Mail reminded in a low voice.

But Zuo Si shook his head: "There is no need to pay any attention to things like that whose outcome is already determined. I believe that Gramiel, Mecanshut and Zariel are capable of handling it and will definitely not let me down."

"Well, since you insist, I'll do something that interests me."

Before he finished speaking!

Mel turned into a black lightning and disappeared from sight.

As soon as he left, Jinjitasha appeared out of thin air with the help of the branches of the cave tree, and reported in an excited tone: "Great father of New Phyrexia, everything has been prepared according to your request. You can call on all our strength at any time."

"Well done. Now all the pieces are in place. Now it all depends on when dear Nicol Bolas will react."

Zuo Si crossed his hands in front of his chest, his eyes flashing with an extremely deep and evil light.

He knew very well that he had reached his best condition at this moment, just like an arrow fully charged with power, which would surely cause a fatal blow as long as it was shot.

The only problem is, Nicol Bolas still holds the greatest secret of the Elder Spells...