Martinot raised his head and stared at the evil red eyes of the Lord of Hell, with an expression of doubt and confusion on his face.
As perhaps one of the few truly trustworthy subordinates of Asmodeus, he has been deeply involved in games with many dimensional lords more than once, and has also witnessed the rise and fall of countless dimensional lords.
But no one has ever been able to reach a tacit understanding with his master like Zuo Si that only two people can understand.
The two of them seemed to have telepathy. No matter how obscure the signal sent by one of them was, the other would immediately receive it and respond.
Moreover, Asmodeus's attitude towards Zuo Si is also very strange. It is not like using and guarding against lords from other levels, but is closer to an equal cooperation.
Otherwise, if other levels had developed to the level of the ninth level, which was enough to threaten Nasus, various ambitious young men would have jumped out long ago and started challenging the lord's authority and trying to seize power and usurp the throne.
At that time, this level will fall into endless internal friction and gradually decline.
In fact, most of the changes in level lords in Baator Hell were secretly more or less tacitly approved and even supported by Asmodeus.
Otherwise, with the blessing of the planar will with strong lawful evil tendencies, the lords of all levels can eat their subordinates to death.
Through this political method, the Lord of Hell can easily solve challengers one after another within the rules without even using his supreme authority.
This is why there are various speculations about the true identity of Asmodeus.
He is really too mysterious, even more elusive than the Will of the Abyss, and has never shown his true power from beginning to end.
Because so far there is no enemy that requires his full strength, he often eliminates all threats with just a light touch.
So Martinot was not sure what his master was thinking and how he was going to operate next.
Asmodeus undoubtedly noticed the reaction of his manager, and explained with a faint smile on his face: "You have to understand that when a person can bring huge benefits and benefits to a certain group, he will naturally become a natural person."
leader and the center of the political storm.
Regardless of whether he himself has such a wish, he may be forced to move forward by the huge vested interest groups behind him.
This is the current situation in Soth.
Since he was absent from Baator Hell for a long time, he ignored that while he was constantly bringing in a large number of souls, he had been regarded by countless devils as the only hope for promotion.
Because in the original system, it would take at least decades or even hundreds of years for a devil to climb up from the bottom.
This is determined by the total amount of souls we can obtain, so the promotion of devils is often very difficult.
But now, as the number of souls obtained begins to increase exponentially, the energy possessed by hell as a whole is enough to support more devils to be promoted from low-level to high-level.
What's more, Soth even allowed other lords to send their men into the huge city to lure mortals into signing contracts, so that all devils could benefit from it.
So before he knew it, a rather large but very loose group had gathered behind him.
Now all it takes is someone to take the lead, and this group will quickly gather together to form an extremely powerful propulsive force, forcefully pushing them against me.
Only when he becomes the Lord of Hell can all levels of Baator Hell enjoy the same treatment as the ninth level.
In other words, what Soth is doing is increasing the total amount rather than competing for the stock.
But those devils who hope that Soth can replace me as the new Lord of Hell don't know that the moment he replaces me, he will lose the power of the planeswalker, and then lose the souls that are constantly pouring in from other time and space, and the universe.
That's why I took this opportunity to remind him and let him understand that it's time to make a choice.
Otherwise, when this vested interest group expands to a certain extent, it may resonate with the will of the plane.
By then, he and I will inevitably become mortal enemies.
Of course, I believe Isos is smart enough to know his situation and make the right choice by now.
So don’t worry, he will give you an answer soon with practical actions.”
As we all know, a person who shares the cake is usually a good manager.
Because he needs to distribute the benefits in the stock in a way that is acceptable to everyone, ensuring that the strong party does not take too much, and that the weak party does not starve to death.
Only in this way can the stability of the basic market be ensured.
Most of the time, what the supreme ruler does is divide the cake.
If it is divided well, then this regime can continue stably.
If the division is not done well, either the upper class is dissatisfied and launches a coup to seize power, or the lower class cannot survive and breaks out in uprising and overthrows the table.
And Asmodeus happens to be such a master of dividing the cake.
Under his rule, there has never been a bottom-up uprising in Baator Hell with the goal of overthrowing the existing rulers, and no nobles or level lords have ever dared to stand up and publicly declare that they want to seize the Lord of Hell.
s position.
Because he can always get stuck on the edge of the bottom line that everyone can bear, and will never take even one step forward.
It is precisely because of this that he knows very well what it means to be a person who can continue to make the cake bigger, and he also understands what kind of crazy actions those devils who had no hope of promotion in the past would do for Zuo Si.
"I see, I think I understand what you mean."
Martinot lowered his head deeply and bowed to his master with unfathomable wisdom.
Just when he was about to turn around and leave, the Lord of Hell suddenly asked: "How is the war situation outside now?"
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Zarrell has been surprisingly honest this time, at least so far he has not behaved out of the ordinary.
In addition, we have hidden at least ten demon legions under the cover of war.
If everything goes well, it won't take long to achieve the expected goal."
Martinot told everything he knew without thinking.
It is not difficult to tell from these words that in fact the tragic casualties on the battlefield were all fake.
Especially the deceased who fell down were not actually dead at all, they were just injured.
The moment they fall, they will be immediately absorbed into the soil and then transported to Marsham, the fortress of hell.
So even though the fight looked fierce, it was actually a group of veteran actors showing off their acting skills, and neither of them would greet each other's fatal parts.
“Very good! Keep it up.”
Asmodeus nodded with satisfaction, then sat on the sofa and silently looked out at the blood-red sky, not knowing what he was thinking.
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Almost at the same time, far away on the second level of Dis, Viscount Maman's army had surrounded Archduke Disbat's steel city and launched a fierce attack without even a word of nonsense.
Thanks to the technological progress brought about by the technology spillover from the huge cyberpunk city, thousands of magic cannons were lined up in the distance, constantly making deafening roars.
Cannonballs with astonishing power streaked across the sky, hitting the city wall or inside the city, causing violent explosions.
Some super-large-caliber magic artillery can even fire out dozens of tons or even hundreds of tons of shells, and the explosion power is enough to instantly level an area the size of several football fields.
Regardless of whether it is a building or something else, after being bombed, only the horrific crater and the surrounding unrecognizable ruins are left.
Even strong steel appears extremely fragile in the face of such a powerful weapon.
But the legions under Archduke Dispater were obviously not vegetarians either.
In particular, the mage towers and long-range rocket launchers scattered at high altitudes can also fire back at enemy artillery positions.
As a result, the armies under the lords of the two levels began to engage in artillery battles, and it was very lively.
There were even a large number of demons with the ability to fly fighting together overhead.
If you also include the magic teleportation and the elite commandos who swim through the magma from below, it is simply an all-round war integrating sea, land and air.
The battlefield situation is changing almost every moment.
Any commander with a slightly inferior level would be in a panic and not know what to do.
Because there is so much information that needs to be analyzed and processed in a short period of time.
Many pit fiends often need to issue more than five commands quickly within a few seconds.
Otherwise, the defense lines in certain areas may be at risk of collapse.
Such rapid mobilization of troops and defenses has clearly exceeded what mortals can bear.
Even the fleets assisted by artificial intelligence in the interstellar era will never be able to match the devils of Baator Hell in terms of tactics, strategy and military literacy.
Since both sides had no intention of communicating and negotiating, the war was extremely fierce from the beginning.
Viscount Mammon, who had been a weakling for many times, finally made a desperate move this time. Not only did he bring all his wealth with him, but he also hired a yugoloth to work for him.
In just a few hours, the outermost steel city wall has become riddled with holes and is crumbling.
There are even gaps opened in some places, and countless devils are pouring in without stopping and starting to clean up the ruins and corpses, opening up a way forward for the legions behind.
"Sir, in half an hour at most, we will be able to completely eliminate the resistance on the outermost wall and realize the first step of your grand plan.
But the problem is that the casualties caused by this reckless attack are too great.
If this continues, our military strength will not be enough.
Maybe we can try to besiege it first, since there is no way that Archduke Dispater will have any reinforcements."
A frontline commander knelt on the ground and excitedly gave a detailed report to Viscount Maman.
"Oh? Has the outermost wall been taken down?"
Viscount Maman's eyes shone slightly, and his tongue like a poisonous snake came out of his mouth to show the excitement and excitement in his master's heart.
The devil commander nodded quickly: "Yes. However, the artillery unit suffered heavy losses in the shooting. We don't have many heavy weapons to continue to implement this tactic."
Viscount Maman waved his hand indifferently: "It doesn't matter. After taking down the outermost city wall, it doesn't matter whether there are those artillery pieces or not. Send someone to inform Archduke Balzeb, saying that I have broken through the Steel City and it is urgently needed."
Some reinforcements to expand the victory."
"Attack...break?"
The devil commander was stunned for a moment, turned around and glanced at the layered city defense system, which was as hard to chew as a hedgehog.
Obviously, conquering only the outermost city wall is still far from the goal of "conquering the City of Steel".
At least eight or more city walls must be captured to barely occupy the outer city.
But soon he understood the intention of his lord, and he opened his mouth in disbelief and tried: "You mean to use deception to exchange for more reinforcements to supplement our troop consumption?"
"What is deception!
Didn't we capture the outermost wall?
Aren't these walls part of the City of Steel?
So I said there’s a problem with us conquering the City of Steel?”
Viscount Maman twisted his body and came to his men and asked with an unhappy face.
Upon seeing this, the devil commander immediately put on a loyal look and responded loudly: "No, there is no problem. Your wisdom is beyond my reach. I will personally report the situation to Archduke Barzeb now and ask him to send reinforcements."
"Then go quickly!
Remember, this time I can't be as opportunistic as before.
Otherwise, no level lord in the entire Bator Hell will trust me and be willing to ally with me.
At that time, the third level will be isolated by everyone."
When saying these words, Viscount Maman's attitude obviously became very bad.
This is why he, who has always been greedy and stingy, launched a fierce attack at the expense of casualties.
If we don't achieve some decent results in this cooperation, we will become a weakling and a weak persimmon.
Don't really expect to survive in hell then.
Maybe even the devil dukes under his command will want to take his place, and then plot to seize power with the support of lords from other levels or Asmodeus.
Therefore, Viscount Maman must win this battle, and he must fight it beautifully.
On the other side, on the eighth level - Cania, the war between Mephistopheles and Archduke Balzebul has already begun.
As an extremely cold level, the environment here has many similarities with the fifth level.
Many glaciers moving as fast as a human running squeeze each other, causing violent avalanches and countless ice cubes to roll down.
The loud rumbling sound and the ice cubes that are enough to smash the dragon into pulp are definitely everyone's nightmare.
To be exact, most mortals don't even survive a few minutes on this level.
Because that kind of coldness cannot be resisted by wearing more clothes.
It is a kind of magical extreme cold that directly affects the soul.
Regardless of whether it is a devil or a soul that has entered this level, as long as it does not stay in a warm room or next to a campfire, it will be completely frozen into an ice sculpture in a short time.
Yes, you are not mistaken.
Even souls who are not afraid of cold are like this, let alone other creatures.
But the interesting thing is that this level is terribly cold as a whole, but the interior of Morfista Fortress, the residence of the lord, is hot.
Not only are there bright and warm fires, but there are also inexhaustible hot springs.
Its level of luxury is simply beyond the reach of any mortal palace.
Of course, after Archduke Balzebul came in with his legion, this originally quiet and lifeless plane was finally broken.
The loud shouts of death, explosions and magical effects instantly shattered the peace here.
Various avalanches, ice cubes rolling down from the top of the glacier, and rocks pouring down like raindrops.
Many devils who had no time to react were buried alive deep underground in an instant.
The rest of those who escaped were not so lucky, and had to continue to fight against the enemy in the biting cold.
"Mephistopheles! Stop being a coward! Get out of here and let us settle the accounts together over the years."
The twisted body of Archduke Barzebul that made people feel strong discomfort appeared behind his own army, and he directly issued a decisive invitation to his sworn enemy.
About two or three seconds later, a humanoid creature with hellish red skin, horns, and wings appeared in front of everyone out of thin air, holding a steel fork tightly in his hand, and wearing a deep and dark magic weapon behind his back.
cloak.
You know without asking that this is the famous eighth level lord - Mephistopheles.
If there is one very obvious characteristic about this guy, it is that his appearance is almost the same as the standard devil in the impression of mortals.
But if anyone dares to underestimate him because of this, it would be a big mistake.
Because Mephistopheles is the only dimension lord in the entire Baator Hell who has not fallen victim to Asmodeus.
To be precise, he had seen through the tricks of the Lord of Hell a long time ago, so he made full preparations in advance to create a false identity for himself - Baron Morikros.
Then, one person plays two roles, allowing one "self" to challenge the dominance of the other "self".
In this way, Mephistopheles can ensure that his position is as stable as a mountain through this double act.
After all, the challenger's ecological niche has been filled by himself, and it will be difficult for others to obtain the support needed to challenge the lord when there are competitors.
Sometimes, in order to avoid being suspected by Asmodeus, this guy would even let one of himself perform a coup to kill the other, and then come back after a while, making the outside world mistakenly think that the political situation on the eighth level is forever.
In a state of turmoil.
When the truth was revealed, all the devils were shocked by Mephistopheles's cunning and cunning in politics.
"Hahahaha! You are finally willing to show up!"
Archduke Barzebul waved the disgusting sticky tentacles on his body and laughed wildly.
"I'm sorry, I don't remember when I avoided you.
And I'm curious, what gave you the courage to start a war?
Have you forgotten that the last time you did this, you changed from the Archon God Clan that you are most proud of to the disgusting appearance you are now."
Mephistopheles was obviously a "master of yin and yang", and with just a few words he hit the lungs of Archduke Barzebul, making the latter tremble with anger.
After all, the handsome image of the Archon Protoss has always been the trait that Grand Duke Barzebul was most proud of, and he even publicly laughed at the hideous and ugly appearance of other devils more than once.
But in the end, he ended up being uglier than 99.999% of the devils.
"snort!
You are still just talking words as before.
When Soth successfully defeats Asmodeus and becomes the new Lord of Hell, you will understand why I have such courage.
But it is a pity that you will not see this day.
Before the winner is determined between the ninth and tenth floors, I will kill you first."
As he spoke, Archduke Balzeb waved his tentacles and jumped into the air to rush towards the opponent.
The Archon Protoss who had fallen with him back then followed closely behind, blocking out all the enemy troops who tried to rush up to help.
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boom!!!!!!!
The huge body of the Flying Insect Lord directly hit the stiff ice, creating a huge deep hole on the spot. The scattered ice cubes were like bullets and cannonballs, causing astonishing damage to the surrounding demons.
"You are still as reckless as before."
Mephistopheles replied unceremoniously, then waved his weapon and faced him.
The two level lords started fighting not long after they met.
The terrifying destructive power quickly formed an inaccessible and dangerous area around it.
Seeing that the lords were personally fighting on the front line, the rest of the demon army could not be lazy, so they pumped themselves into the water and tried their best to fight the enemy in front of them.
Even the biting chill in the environment seemed to have subsided a lot during the fierce battle.
"Prepare to die! You cunning, dirty, dirty liar!"
Archduke Barzebul roared and tried to suppress his opponent.
Although Asmodeus stripped him of his archon-like appearance, this twisted, ugly body was not weak. On the contrary, it was greatly strengthened in close combat.
Especially the mucus attached to the surface of the body makes it difficult for most weapons to cause effective damage to it.
It may even slide away directly due to the significant reduction in friction.
"Tsk tsk, it seems that you are really confident in Soth.
But don't forget, Asmodeus has never been defeated from the moment he became the Lord of Hell.
If you fail again this time, how will Asmodeus punish you?
Does it make you uglier?
Or should we directly deprive you of your title as a lord?"
After several consecutive attacks with little success, Mephistopheles began to launch a verbal and psychological offensive.
"You don't have to worry about it now! You should worry more about how to kneel down and ask for my mercy and forgiveness later."
Grand Duke Barzeb grinned, revealing a pair of sharp teeth, and almost bit off one of his opponent's arms.
After repeatedly confirming that there was no interference from any external force, the two mortal enemies finally showed their true skills and were determined to completely kill each other.
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As for the last battlefield, the first-level lord Bayer also began to fight against Duke Agares under Prince Levistus.
Since the troops under the former's command were all elite veterans of the bloody front line, the latter's blocking battle was extremely difficult.
What's more, Duke Agares didn't even have the chance to build fortifications, nor did he capture the most important military town on the first level, the Bronze Fortress.
Therefore, there are only a few small fortresses, trenches and other obstacles on the plains, which are basically nothing in front of the devil army.
In addition, since Bayer, who is famous for his defensive skills, is an out-and-out tactician, he found several loopholes in a very short time and directly tore the already fragile defense line to pieces.
Then, with the help of the Eight Demon Generals, they surrounded and surrounded them, turning an offensive and defensive battle into a battle of annihilation.
Before countless demon legions had time to receive new orders, they found themselves surrounded by enemy troops, and the scene was a complete mess.
But there is nothing we can do about it.
Prince Levistus had been frozen for so long that he was unable to train and command the army himself.
"Hahahaha! It's so relaxing and joyful! I didn't expect that the Legion on the fifth level has reached such an extent."
Bayer couldn't help but open his mouth and laugh when he saw the situation on the battlefield.
He believed that his record of being able to defeat Prince Levistus's army in less than three days could definitely wash away the rumors that he would only hide behind the city wall and be a coward.
Not only that!
Once Asmodeus wins this civil war, he will have the opportunity to become the number one hero, which is simply killing two birds with one stone.
Of course, it doesn't matter even if Zuo Si wins.
Anyway, Bayer feels that he must be more valuable than Prince Levistus, so when the time comes, he only needs to bow his head and pledge his allegiance to keep everything he has now.
In short, except for Grand Duke Disbat on the second level, all the other lords basically have their own little ideas.
"Your Excellency, please don't be happy too early.
Although we have defeated Prince Levistus' army, their losses were not great.
If they gather again, they will cause us a lot of trouble.
And according to the latest news, Viscount Mammon is besieging the Iron City on the second level. Archduke Balzebul and Mephistopheles are also fighting inextricably, and Zarrell is leading Fierna and Gray
Thea invaded the last level.
If we fail to respond in time, the consequences may be very serious.L"
An Eight Demon General explained the current situation unceremoniously.
The corner of Bayer's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably, and he quickly responded: "Of course I know the situation is urgent. But the problem is that no matter how urgent it is, we can't rush to speed up the march while risking being attacked from both sides."
"I understand. But please hurry up, otherwise the whole hell will fall into a state of eternal destruction."
After saying this, the Eight Demon Generals ignored the first-level lord and went to give orders to his legions.
After all, they are not mere bastards with only titles and no power, but real generals who can directly pass through Bayer and issue orders to the army.
If Bayer dares to deliberately drag his feet here, then the Eight Demon Generals have the right to directly use him as a puppet.
"Damn! What a bunch of arrogant bastards! I hate them more and more now."
Bayer couldn't help but curse in a low voice as he stared at the retreating figures of the Eight Demon Generals.
However, despite the scolding, he was still very honest in executing it. He quickly formulated a battle plan, obviously intending to rescue Archduke Dispater first.
Just when the entire Bator Hell was in chaos, Zuo Si was in the central tower of the huge cyberpunk city, enjoying the night view with great interest while drinking a drink.
After seven or eight minutes, he suddenly asked without looking back: "Do you think I should accept the choice presented by Asmodeus?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know. Because only you are qualified to make a choice like this."
The succubus queen Malkanthet gave the answer without thinking.
"Haha, okay, I just asked casually, and I didn't expect you to answer.
To be honest, I would be a little reluctant to give up the huge prestige I have in Baator Hell.
After all, I brought all of this, and I gave those devils the opportunity to advance.
But why should Asmodeus have the exclusive benefit?
This is obviously not fair at all.
So he must give me some compensation."
Zuo Si touched his chin and expressed his plan.
Malcanthet shook his head slightly and responded: "With all due respect, Asmodeus may not be able to satisfy your appetite.
After all, he is just the spokesperson of the plane will of Bator Hell in this universe.
And you are a powerful planeswalker connecting the multiverse and even the dark void.
Unless he is willing to reveal the secrets of the entire plane, no other compensation will mean anything to you."
"Revealing the biggest secret of the entire Baator Hell? Don't be kidding me! There is no way Asmodeus would do this. Otherwise, he would have taken me to visit the giant snake coils on the last level."
After saying that, Zuo Si picked up the cup and took a sip of the slightly sour wine, with a relaxed and cheerful smile on his face.
It is easy to see from his very casual attitude that he actually doesn't care much about the so-called "compensation" and is just looking for an excuse to convince himself.
After all, the greatest significance of becoming a Devil Prince is that you can use the power of the plane to continuously squeeze massive souls into energy comparable to divine power, and then store it for emergencies.
Everything else is secondary.
"What if the compensation Asmodeus offers you is not satisfactory?"
Malcantheut questioned in an uncertain tone.
Zuo Si put down his wine glass and spread his hands with an indifferent expression: "What else can I do?
Of course, accept it first and then try to bargain.
The Lord of Hell knows that it is impossible for me to rob his position, and I also know that he knows that it is impossible to rob his position.
So this is a game of open cards.
And I am at an absolute disadvantage.
As for how much he is willing to give, it depends on Asmodeus's sincerity."
"Are you really going to give up the huge prestige and appeal you have finally accumulated?"
Mecanshute came closer with light and elegant steps, and gently pressed his slender hands on Zuo Si's shoulders, kneading and massaging him, while resting his head on his soft chest.
It has to be said that few people can compare to this succubus queen when it comes to making others feel relaxed and comfortable.
Because as long as she is willing, she can make a person experience the ultimate enjoyment of ecstasy at any time.
It's a pity that Zuo Si has no intention of doing this now, but is controlling the battle situation on the front line remotely.
With the rapid development of magic and technology on the ninth level, real-time battlefield dynamic updates through 3D projection and all screens are nothing new.
What's more, he himself is the father of New Phyrexia and the supreme master of Shiyou.
According to intelligence, on the battlefield on the tenth floor, Asmodeus's legion had already suffered an exaggerated number of "kills."
Zuo Si even doubted whether Marsheim Fortress could really hold so many devils.
Just when he was counting how many demon legions had disappeared from the outside world, a very thin figure suddenly appeared out of thin air and shouted breathlessly: "Guide... mentor! It's not good! I just
We received news that Nicol Bolas obtained the Eternal Sun and severely damaged the spirit dragon Ugin."
It is easy to tell from the name that this young man, whose height and appearance have changed drastically, is none other than Sancho who was sent to the time and space of Ravnica a few years ago.
"What? Nicol Bolas got the Immortal Sun?"
Zuo Siteng stood up from his chair in an instant.
Because no one knows better than him what this means.
"That's right!
Many planeswalkers are looking for you now, including Sorin Markov.
Oh, by the way, Lithomancer Nahiri was also involved in the battle and disappeared.
Right now, everyone with knowledge of the situation in the entire Ravnica space-time has become extremely panicked.
They feared that Nicol Bolas might launch a full-scale invasion at any time."
Sancho did not dare to hide anything and shook out everything he knew in one breath.
Although after these years of experience, he has become a very good planeswalker, and was even dubbed the "Mystic" because of his various methods.
But after witnessing the battle of the top planeswalkers, I was still frightened.
Because its terrifying destructive power and control over regular magic completely surpass the gods of Faerun.
Especially Nicol Bolas, who never held back, directly tore the time and space where the Eternal Sacred Sun was into pieces.
Several planets and entire stars collapsed in the dazzling light, turning into nothingness and being swallowed by the dark void.
No words can describe the shocking scene at that time.
If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, Sancho felt that he might have died along with the other two planeswalkers who hadn't escaped.
"So the old dragon has already got the [Lock], and now he only needs the [Door] in my hand? Damn it! This is not good news..."
Zuo Si narrowed his eyes with a solemn expression.
You must know that he is not completely ready to start the War of Sparks yet.
So something must be done to interrupt Nicol Bolas' progress and delay it for a while.
Sancho also asked nervously: "Mentor, what should we do now?
Once the Eternal Sacred Sun appears in a certain time and space, it will completely block the transmission ability of all planeswalker sparks.
If Nicol Bolas used it to slowly capture the planeswalkers, he could theoretically complete the spell.
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"Don't panic!
Don't worry!
You go back and stabilize everyone first.
I need some time to deal with the things at hand.
Then he will go over and start solving the problem.
Also, you must not reveal my whereabouts to anyone, okay?"
Zuo Si stared into his eldest disciple's eyes and warned him seriously.
Sancho immediately nodded vigorously: "Understood! Please rest assured that I have never disclosed the information and coordinates of this universe to any planeswalker."
"Very good! Now go and complete your mission. As for the reward, I will give it to you later."
After saying that, Zuo Si gently patted the young man's shoulder to encourage him.
Sancho didn't say much, he just nodded and activated the Planeswalker Spark again and disappeared.
Less than a minute after he left, Zuo Si sent a message to another of his allies.
In a blink of an eye!
The Undead Emperor Xia En VII appeared in the topmost room of this skyscraper.
He first looked around to confirm where he was, and then asked in a slightly surprised tone: "What makes you so urgent to contact me in this way?"
"The War of the Spark risks starting early. Now I need your help. To be precise, I need you to take the time bridge to meet Nicol Bolas."
Zuo Si made the request straightforwardly.
Because maybe for other people, this is a very dangerous task, but for the demilich who has a phylactery to resurrect, it is nothing.
"You mean...let me lurk next to the enemy as a spy?"
Xia En VII instantly understood what he was going to do next.
Zuo Si nodded very simply: "Yes, just to monitor the progress of Nicol Bolas.
We must not let him start War of the Spark at this point in time.
In addition, you must help me figure out where he hid the Eternal Sacred Sun.
This artifact has a special feature, which is that it will render the planeswalker's spark useless.
This means that he cannot take it with him, but will find a time and space to hide it until he needs it."
"That's it! Don't worry, I won't let you down. And I also want to see with my own eyes this opponent who can make you feel like a powerful enemy, the most powerful planeswalker in the legend."
When saying these words, Xia En VII's eyes revealed strong curiosity and yearning.
In his eyes, Zuo Si is now powerful and terrifying, but he is still full of fear when it comes to the elder dragon planeswalker, so he really wants to confirm the other party's true strength.
Zuo Si reminded with a serious face: "Believe me, when you see him, you will understand that elder dragon planeswalkers like Nico Bolas and Wu Jin are different from other planeswalkers left over from the new generation and even the ancient times.
Completely different. They are like a BUG, mastering some kind of rule power from the dark void and the multiverse..."