Sparks are as important to a planeswalker as life and soul.

No planeswalker alive would willingly give up his or her spark, and even those who have reached the end of their lives rarely give their spark to others after death.

Among the few records, only the legendary planeswalker Urza gave his planeswalker to the silver golem Karn before his death.

In addition, during the confrontation with Old Phyrexia, some ancient planeswalkers used the sparks of their dead comrades to create some terrifyingly powerful weapons.

So when they saw that Nicol Bolas really had the ability to directly strip off the sparks, the faces of all the planeswalkers present, including the siblings, changed drastically, and their eyes were filled with vigilance, dread, and even fear.

Especially the dark prince Graya, who was relatively calm in mind, now had some understanding of why his father regarded this elder dragon as the biggest enemy.

Based on this point alone, the opponent has already stood above the other planeswalkers, and it is no exaggeration to call him the strongest.

After all, they can take away the spark with just one spell. What's the use of you being a higher-level planeswalker or making the spark stronger? "Could this be the legendary elder spell?"

Little Annie's voice suddenly appeared in the Dark Prince's mind.

Apparently, she used telepathy to communicate with her brother.

This is a basic operation for gods and quasi-divine powers, the kind that everyone can do as long as they reach the threshold. It is similar to how high-level alien creatures can perform teleportation magic, and it is not worth making a fuss about.

"I don't know! Be careful, this old dragon may have bad intentions."

Graya also responded telepathically.

Even though the two were fighting fiercely just now, when facing a strong enemy, they immediately transformed from opponents into a close family.

"Should we accept his offer?"

Little Annie continued to ask in a very sure tone.

"Didn't father tell you?"

The Dark Prince was stunned for a moment.

You know, he was just wondering if his sister suddenly changed her attitude and took the initiative to talk to him because she was instructed by Zuo Si and was deliberately acting for Nicol Bolas.

Little Annie asked back angrily: "If my father told me, would I need to ask you? He didn't tell me anything at all, he just let me do whatever I want."

Hearing this, Graya's originally lively heart sank to the bottom in an instant: "So you were serious about those nonsense behaviors before? You didn't consider the consequences at all?"

"Why should I consider the consequences? Isn't that what you and father like to do most?" Little Annie retorted righteously.

This choked the Dark Prince so much that he couldn't utter a single word.

He didn't even pay attention to the elder dragon mage who was nearby, nor did he pay attention to his lawless sister, and instantly released a black curtain.

Then the whole person disappeared on the spot along with the blackened Altria who was summoned and was fighting with Haodaer.

This move undoubtedly made Nicol Bolas very unhappy, and he immediately snorted coldly: "How ungrateful!"

But soon, he cast his gaze towards little Annie who remained motionless, squinted his eyes, posed like a dragon, and approached her, threatening her fiercely: "Little thing, you don't want to run away like him, do you?

I advise you not to be stupid!

I believe you should have felt that this space and time has been blocked by my magic weapon.

Even a planeswalker with the Spark cannot escape.

and……

I am about to feel the spark that will harvest all the planeswalkers on this plane.

All the planeswalkers who refuse to submit to me will be killed.”

"Well - then, doesn't that mean there is no choice at all?"

Little Annie blinked her big violet eyes and looked innocent.

Nicol Bolas obviously didn't know that the girl in front of him was a moody little witch, so he raised his head slightly and said proudly: "That's right! You really don't have any choice. Either submit to me or give up your spark. There is no third way."

"Okay, I agree then."

After pretending to think for a while, little Annie decisively chose to go along with the situation.

If you observe carefully, you will find that there is a barely perceptible cunning flash in her eyes the moment she agreed.

It was obvious that this restless girl was planning to make good use of the Elder Dragon Planeswalker, who was identified as the strongest enemy by her father.

Especially if I could untie the thread of fate that is entangled around me.

Hearing this answer, Nico Bolas nodded with satisfaction: "Very good! It seems that you are smarter than I thought. But submission is not just words, but must be demonstrated."

"So what should I do?"

Little Annie stared at the other person's eyes that exuded endless majesty and arrogance and asked tentatively.

"It's very simple! I'm going to cast a powerful spell. Your task is to stay by my side and repel all invading enemies."

Nicol Bolas's grin revealed a row of sharp fangs, and his whole face looked extremely sinister and cunning.

“It sounds like it’s very simple.”

Little Annie shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, her voice revealing relief and joy.

After all, she didn't really intend to risk her life to protect the other person, she was just pretending.

When Zuo Si shows up, she promises to defect as soon as possible.

"Simple? Haha, you would think so if you knew who the enemies you might face next are. Now follow me, the real fun is just beginning."

With that, Nicol Bolas spread his wings and flew into the air, heading straight for the city where the Izzet League guild was located.

Little Annie took out a summoning creature card and released a divine golden dragon that was originally responsible for guarding the treasure of the platinum dragon king Bahamut. She used it as a mount, carrying herself and her good friend Loki closely behind.

During the flight, Loki couldn't help but lower his voice and asked, "Is this guy really that powerful?"

"Of course! Didn't you see how he almost took away my planeswalker spark with just one spell?"

Little Annie rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Damn it! Doesn't that mean I'm dangerous?"

Loki couldn't help but curse under his breath, and at the same time, the hand hidden in his wide sleeves tightly grasped the dagger that exuded a dark aura.

Little Annie sneered and responded, "If you want to obtain the spark of the planeswalker, how can you do it without taking some risks? Don't forget that the only person in this world who can implant the spark of others into your body is your father.

Of course, it is not ruled out that Nicol Bolas can do it as well.

But I'm not sure if he would be willing to do that, and even if he makes a promise there's no guarantee he'll be able to keep it.

But once my father makes a promise, he basically won't go back on his word.

Don’t forget what you often say: rewards always come with risks.”

"Well—I guess you're right."

Loki sighed helplessly, and then stopped struggling. Instead, he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. At the same time, his eyes became unusually firm.

After all, things like changing one's destiny are like gambling, and many people want a chance to get on the table but don't have one yet.

As the giant dragon's wings streaked across the sky and swooped down from the clouds, one could clearly see the army of Eternals, under the control of Shane VII and Liliana, surging like a tide towards the huge city cluster ahead, fearlessly advancing in the face of fierce artillery fire and magic.

Those planeswalkers from different time and space in the multiverse also joined forces with the local natives to continuously block these terrifying enemies.

On the battlefield, large-scale lethal spells often suddenly appear from the sky, as well as huge monsters that are tens or hundreds of meters tall.

Some of them are creatures of flesh and blood, while others are constructs and elementals.

In the face of the amazing power of the planeswalkers, the advance of the Legion of Eternals was temporarily slowed down.

There are also planeswalkers who are proficient in black mana and are trying to seize control of these immortal undead spirits.

In short, from a distance it looks a bit like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing off their magical powers.

There are so many interesting spells and creatures that even a divine-like planeswalker like little Annie's eyes light up.

But all these efforts collapsed the moment Nicol Bolas arrived.

Just a few Immortal Demons cut into the battlefield and quickly defeated the originally tenacious and solid defenses.

A large number of originally indestructible fortresses were slaughtered by these horrific undead gods in less than a minute.

"We can't hold on here anymore! Retreat! Retreat quickly! Don't make unnecessary sacrifices! Detonate those alchemical bombs buried underground!"

A high-ranking Izzet League official yelled at all the soldiers at the top of his lungs.

Unfortunately, retreat is not something that can be done just by talking about it, especially when the two sides have already entered a stalemate.

Many people knew they had no way to escape, so they detonated those powerful bombs and chose to die together with the oncoming enemies.

Even if the immortals with extremely strong resistance and vitality cannot be killed, at least they can be temporarily incapacitated for a period of time to buy enough time for others to retreat.

The successive explosions and the flames shooting into the sky all demonstrated the bravery and indomitable spirit of the residents of this space and time.

But unfortunately, these have no meaning or value in the eyes of Nicol Bolas.

He had destroyed countless worlds and seen countless warriors who bravely advanced without fear of death.

But what is the result?

Those time and space will be destroyed as they should be.

Just as the elder dragon descended to admire the last organized guild of Ravnica falling at its feet, a burst of fire instantly turned the sky red.

The next second...

boom!!!!!!!!

Indescribable flames of destruction fell from the sky, instantly burning the still-moving Immortals into black, temporarily rendering them unable to move.

If you look down from a high altitude, you can clearly see that the area of ​​several kilometers around the Izzet Alliance headquarters is shrouded in this terrifying sky fire. No matter whether it is rock, soil, metal, or anything else, everything is melted into liquid or even evaporated into gas.

The terrifying high temperature blocked the advance of the Immortal Legion like a divine punishment.

Just as everyone was shocked by this spectacular sight, a giant dragon, seemingly covered in burning flames, slowly walked out of the lava.

He was none other than the founder of this guild and also the oldest creature on the Ravnica plane - Niv-Mizzet, the Flame Spirit.

At this moment, there was no longer any plant growing on the chest of this ancient dragon. It was not only very healthy but also full of destructive power.

Beside him were the ancient planeswalker who sealed Oza's Titan, Nahiri the Lithomancer, and Sancho, the temporary leader of the guild.

"Huh? You're still alive!"

There was a strange flash in Nicol Bolas's eyes.

Because he had received reports that Niv-Mizzet was probably dying.

After all, no one can bear having their vitality sucked away by the seeds for such a long time.

"Thanks to someone who helped me remove the dangerous thing in my heart. Now, I can finally stand in front of you."

Niv-Mizzet's steps were steady and powerful, and his voice did not reveal the slightest fear.

This demeanor alone was enough to prove that he was worthy of being the strongest in this time and space. At least he was not like those guild leaders who were so frightened at the sight of this elder dragon planeswalker that their legs went weak and they couldn't even speak clearly.

"Who is it? Ugin?"

Nicol Bolas looked at the "baby dragon" with interest.

Yes, in his eyes, Niv-Mizzet, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, was just a "little guy".

Niv-Mizzet pursed his lips into a playful smile.

You know, he was originally prepared to die once, and then use props to resurrect himself.

But who would have thought that at the last moment of his life, the vegetative mage who had attacked him would appear, remove the seeds, and return all the life force he had absorbed.

and……

This vegetative mage named Mammus suddenly had many inexplicable metal structures on his body, which looked very incongruous.

But the knowledgeable Niv-Mizzet knew very well that the opponent was actually completely defeated by the Oil.

"What? Even Mamuse betrayed me?"

Nicol Bolas frowned subconsciously, obviously not quite believing the news.

After all, when he destroyed that time and space, he indirectly saved the other race.

But considering that the other party has been out of contact for such a long time for no apparent reason, betrayal seems reasonable.

As for why he betrayed, Nicol Bolas never thought about it.

Because he had experienced so much betrayal, so much that he had long been accustomed to it and never really trusted anyone except himself.

"You don't seem surprised?"

Niv-Mizzet was no doubt a little surprised by the elder dragon's reaction.

He thought the other party would show shock, rage or something like that after hearing it, but the result was simply unbelievable.

"Humph! So what? It's just the difference between dying a little earlier or a little later."

With these words, Nicol Bolas suddenly spread his wings and unleashed his unrivaled power.

Just a moment!

The terrifying heavenly fire disappeared out of thin air.

To be precise, it was replaced by some more powerful energy impact, and the entire city sank as if it had been hit by a huge hammer.

All the buildings turned to dust in less than 0.01 seconds.

Fortunately, Niv-Mizzet and the others reacted quickly and activated the teleportation magic to escape from the area, otherwise it would be hard to imagine what would have happened.

"Oh my god! Is this... is this really the power that a planeswalker spark can possess?"

Sancho, still frightened, covered his chest with his hands, stunned and unable to believe what he saw.

Because he knew that the other party did not use any spells or magic at all. He just let the power of the sparks overflow a little bit, which directly created an effect more terrifying than the impact of divine power.

"Incredible, isn't it? But I can tell you that in ancient times, almost all planeswalkers could do this easily.

In other words, some of them can directly erase the existence of time and space outside of time and space.

So don’t take it lightly, or you may cease to exist in the next second.”

Nahiri warned the young junior with the tone of someone who had experienced it.

"Please spare me. I cannot participate in this kind of battle."

Sancho held his forehead with his hand, his face full of helplessness.

What a joke! He had no intention of facing Nicol Bolas, a man that even his teacher feared. He was dragged here just to force himself on.

While the two were talking, Niv-Mizzet had already taken the initiative to charge and fight with the elder dragon.

"Get out of my world!"

"Are these your last words?"

After a brief confrontation, Nicol Bolas finally let go of his arrogance a little and began to look at the other party with a slightly surprised look.

Although Niv-Mizzet's magic and fighting style did not pose a substantial threat to it, they were undoubtedly quite amazing.

Especially the control of magic flames, which has almost reached the pinnacle of this field.

The two huge dragons kept colliding in the sky, erupting with devastating power.

The sky was tearing apart! The earth was burning! The ocean in the distance had already boiled! Anyone who saw this scene would involuntarily believe that this was a battle between two gods.

But unfortunately, although Niv-Mizzet had already tried his best, even squeezing out all his potential, Nicol Bolas was still at ease and even seemed to be playing with his opponent.

"You wait here!"

Seeing this, Nahiri immediately chose to join the battle, wanting to help her old friend stabilize the situation.

She was obviously well aware that before the elders' spell was cast, no matter what happened to Ravnica, Zuo Si would never help, so she could only rely on herself now.

But before the gravel spell could be activated, Nicol Bolas shouted to little Annie who was watching the show from a distance: "Stop her! Don't let her disturb my fun!"

"Okay, got it."

The girl replied listlessly, then jumped off the dragon's back and instantly released the Bigbye Hand magic, which smashed all the gravel creations with a bang and blocked Nahiri's way.

Looking at the very familiar force field spell, Nahiri instantly recognized the identity of the girl in front of her. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably as she whispered tentatively, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"No way, I don't have a choice now."

After saying that, little Annie shrugged her shoulders, and then began to release powerful divine-like spells one after another to suppress her opponent.

Nahiri was forced to fight back.

The two of them engaged in a spectacular magic duel.

The terrifying power and scene were no less than the battle between the two giant dragons on the other side.

Not only that!

In order to show his presence, Loki also found Sancho and directly used a combination of illusion and backstab on the latter.

"Are you fucking crazy? I'm one of us!"

Sancho obviously knew who Loki was, and immediately shouted directly into the other's mind through magic.

"Of course I know you are one of us. But the problem is that I need a chance to show myself, so please cooperate with me."

Loki responded with an evil smile, but there was no mercy in his movements, and each move was aimed at the vital points.

Judging from the posture, he just wants to kill people to silence them.

"Asshole! Just wait for me!"

Sancho was undoubtedly irritated, and his actions became more vicious and cruel. To outsiders, these two were complete enemies who would never stop fighting.

But at every critical moment, they would choose to show mercy without any prior agreement.

Seeing that all of Niv-Mizzet's helpers were blocked outside, Nicol Bolas immediately sneered and asked, "Is this the reason you come to challenge me? If so, today is the day you die."

"Pah! I'll probably die, and those new planeswalkers will defeat you. You'll never destroy Ravnica, let alone realize your evil ambitions."

Niv-Mizzet spat out a mouthful of blood, and his usually wise eyes revealed a mocking look.

"Defeat me? Just them? Hahahaha! You really know how to tell a joke. At this point, except for Wu Jin who has not yet appeared, no one can stop me."

As Nicol Bolas spoke, he peeled away the magical protection on Niv-Mizzet's body as easily as peeling an onion, pierced into the dragon's scales and muscles with his sharp claws, and then released a spell of amazing power.

boom!!!!

In a flash, Niv-Mizzet's huge red body suddenly exploded without warning, and was engulfed in fiercely burning flames from head to toe.

"No!!!!!!"

Ral Zarek, who had just arrived at the scene and witnessed the death of the guild's founder, roared in despair.

He simply couldn't believe that the invincible Flame Spirit was killed so easily.

But Nicol Bolas threw the body into the huge pit formed by the city ruins below as if it was nothing, and then said with a sigh, "Finally... I can finally start the last step of the whole plan. Come, all sparks, so that I can restore and even surpass the power of the ancient times."

As the last word came out of his mouth, the ancient spell slowly came out of his mouth.

Before Ral Zarek, who was immersed in sorrow and pain, could react to what was happening, the spark in his chest suddenly began to flash violently, and was torn away from his soul at an incredible speed, flying straight into the dark clouded sky above his head.

Not only him, but all the planeswalkers imprisoned in the Ravnica plane have encountered similar situations.

Except for a very small number of strong planeswalkers with high enough level and deep enough control over their own sparks, all the others could only watch as the sparks left their bodies and rushed towards Nicol Bolas at an extremely fast speed.

When hundreds and thousands of flashing sparks flew into the sky, the dense dark clouds began to spin at high speed.

The sparks also spun along, like a tornado flashing neon lights, and from time to time there would be deafening noises and creepy, terrifying gray lightning.

At the end of the curled sky, time and space seemed to be distorted, forming a gap that was constantly expanding and shrinking.

Any planeswalker could immediately tell at a glance that the other side was the Blind Eternity.

When the number of gathered sparks reaches a certain critical point, the entire Ravnica space-time is like a small boat sailing in a storm, which may be torn apart at any time by this extremely terrifying force.

"This is impossible! What on earth does Nicol Bolas want to do? If things continue like this, it will inevitably lead to a devastating crisis more terrifying than the time rift!"

The Time Mage Teferi looked up at the distant sky in disbelief, his two hands tightly grasping the heavy staff.

As one of the few living people who had spoken to or even fought Nicol Bolas, he knew all too well how insane and dangerous this elder dragon planeswalker could be.

The other party doesn't care about the survival of the entire multiverse, he only cares about his own power.

But Teferi couldn't figure out what kind of magic spell could cause such a horrific doomsday scene.

Especially the forcible stripping of the Planeswalker's spark is simply a bit horrifying.

"Hahahaha! Not enough!

It's not enough! I want more! Give us your spark!

The Eternal Legion! Find all the planeswalkers in hiding! I want their sparks!"

Nicol Bolas opened his arms and laughed wildly as he watched the sparks gather.

Because he knew that as long as he devoured these sparks, he could restore the unparalleled power of ancient times.

But at this critical moment, a giant dragon with a blue glow all over its body suddenly fell from the sky and knocked it away with a bang.

moment!

The sparks that gathered in the sky flew everywhere as if they were out of control.

"You seem to be happy a little too early, aren't you?"

The giant dragon glowing blue opened its mouth and made a mocking sound from above.

"Wu Jin?!"

Nicol Bolas quickly got up from the ground, but soon shouted, "No, that's not right. You are not Ugin. Who are you?"

"Oh? How do you know I'm not Ugin? Can't you even recognize my spark, dear brother?"

As it spoke, a blindingly bright light began to flash from the blue dragon's chest, and all the surrounding matter was transformed into attributeless energy at an incredible speed.

There is no doubt that this is the spark of the Spirit Dragon Wugin. There is no other planeswalker in the entire multiverse who can impersonate him.