The hot sunshine still shines on the desert and the towering pyramids and obelisks as usual.
Countless mortals living here are still praying devoutly in the lies and illusions fabricated by Pharaoh Nicol Bolas, training hard and accepting various trials in order to become a member of the "Eternal Ones" legion.
Just to bring myself closer to perfection.
They have no idea that when the so-called "promised day" arrives, the world will usher in terrible destruction and end.
For Nicol Bolas, Amonkhet and the mortals and gods born here were nothing more than one-time tools for him to capture the sparks of countless planeswalkers.
When this tool is activated, the time and space naturally no longer need to exist.
Moreover, he still has a bad taste in his bones. From the beginning, he has told everyone the ending of this world through brainwashing, predictions, hints, etc.
In particular, several gods have arranged corresponding roles in advance and firmly believe that this is their mission.
So for thousands of years, everything was progressing step by step according to the plan.
This elder dragon planeswalker is like a director, silently admiring his work in the dark, and sincerely longing to see the pain, despair and disbelief on everyone's faces when the truth is announced.
There is no doubt that if tyrants are subdivided, Zuo Si undoubtedly belongs to the type who is very ruthless towards his enemies, but relatively friendly towards his people who are loyal to him.
From a rational perspective, he will try to reduce the resistance at the social level to ensure the stability of his rule.
Because he was once one of the weak mortals, able to understand the thoughts of ordinary people and retain some sympathy, although not much.
But Nicol Bolas is just the opposite. He is the kind of guy who is equally cruel to his enemies and his subordinates.
After all, Nicol Bolas was the first direct descendant of the First Dragon.
When the elder dragons hatched and started the civil war, he had already ignited a spark and became one of the oldest planeswalkers. He shined brightly in that war and was directly dubbed the "strongest".
Therefore, this old dragon has never experienced the feeling of being weak at all. From the beginning, he acted as an absolute strong man and did whatever he wanted.
And no one can stop him at all.
This means that he never needs to consider other people's feelings, let alone the life and death of mortals.
If anyone dares to disobey or resist, then just wipe them all out and kill them all.
This is the underlying logic of Nicol Bolas' domineering style.
There is no so-called "society" in his concept, and there is no need to rely on the power of groups. Instead, he maintains the most primitive independent individual thinking mode.
That is, there is no "we", only "me" and "others".
Even the twin brother Spirit Dragon Wujin is not regarded as the same kind by him, but closer to the enemy and competitor.
As long as we can understand these underlying logics, it is not difficult to understand why Nicol Bolas always appears as a villain, tyrant, and destroyer.
It's not that he is born evil and likes to do such things, but it comes from the fact that he doesn't care about anything except himself.
That's why this old dragon hates the "deterioration" of its own spark caused by the time archmage Teferi in order to repair the cracks in time and space, and longs to restore or even surpass the god-like power and eternal immortal life possessed by the ancient planeswalkers.
Currently, the tyrant is staying in his lair inside the huge pyramid, silently recovering from the damage he suffered during the previous battle in the plane of Ixalan.
Although those wounds look very scary, even to the extent that they are fatal to most dragons and even dragon gods, to the immortal elder dragon, they can only be regarded as "insignificant" skin wounds.
Yes, you are not mistaken.
Even though the limbs were broken and the body was filled with energy shocks, there were wounds left by claws and teeth everywhere at a glance, and the internal organs and white bones were all exposed.
In fact, among the various battles that Nicol Bolas experienced in his life, this was not even ranked among the top ten in terms of brutality.
You must know that when he was exiled, he once entered an artifact time and space.
Because the space-time could not withstand its huge power, a big explosion occurred, causing the old dragon's body to be blown to pieces in an instant.
But guess what the result will be?
Nicol Bolas put the body together in a short time, at the cost of losing some strength, that's all.
This is why Zuo Si has been trying every means to delay the start of War of the Spark.
He still hasn't figured out how to eradicate the existence of an elder dragon from its roots.
Both Ugin and Nicol Bolas possess the ultimate "immortality" attribute in essence.
This is why Ugin was successfully resurrected twice after being killed. Nicol Bolas himself did not die after the War of the Spark. He just lost his name and could not cast spells, and his soul was imprisoned.
This immortal attribute does not need to be awakened and maintained by faith like the gods of Faerûn, nor is it attached to the will born in a certain plane.
Rather, it comes from blood, from the Dragon of the Beginning, which is more terrifying, huge and full of mystery than any known creature.
"The Eternal Sacred Sun...
The Legion of the Eternals…
Time and space beacon...
Now I only have time to cross the bridge to launch the final war."
Nicol Bolas muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear.
However, it is not difficult to tell from the calm expression on his face that he is actually not in a hurry.
Because he will not act rashly until he recovers from his injuries.
After all, the spirit dragon Ugin was only seriously injured and did not die. The ancient planeswalkers Conglomerate Nahiri and Sorin Markov, who had sealed the three Eldrazi Titans, were also involved.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The old dragon is not sure whether ancient planeswalkers like Teferi will jump out and become his enemies one after another.
In order to cope with such a situation, he must recover from his injuries and keep himself in top condition.
In addition, we need to find Zuo Si, who holds the space-time bridge but has suddenly disappeared in recent years.
After all, although Tezzeret promised to build a new space-time bridge as soon as possible, Nicol Bolas obviously did not place his hopes on one person.
What's more, in his eyes, Zuosike is much smarter and more useful than the useless Tezzeret.
If the former can stand on his side in the final battle, his chances of winning will undoubtedly be greatly increased.
Just as the elder dragon planeswalker continued to extract energy to repair his damaged body, he suddenly noticed a violent space vibration, and then the light of the planeswalker's spark tore through the dark void and appeared in front of him.
Before he could ask, this middle-aged and elderly human male who looked very strange took the initiative to bend down and put one hand on his chest and bowed deeply.
"Hello, the great Dragon Lord, the oldest and most powerful ancient planeswalker, Nicol Bolas. It is my honor to meet you in person."
"Who are you……"
The old dragon looked at the other party with great interest, but did not take any action against this uninvited guest who suddenly broke into his lair.
You can think of it as arrogance, or you can think of it as confidence in strength.
But it is undeniable that he does not attack directly like most evil dragons without saying a word, but always gives the opponent enough time to express his intention.
"My name is Shane VII, and I am the emperor of the Shane Dynasty from another time and space. As you can see, I am also a planeswalker who has ignited a spark."
The demilich carefully introduced himself.
Because after witnessing and feeling the astonishing energy surrounding the opponent's body, as well as the reaction of being so seriously injured but still taking it lightly, he finally realized why Zuo Si regarded him as his biggest enemy.
It can even be said that creatures like the Elder Dragon Planeswalker have stood at the apex of the entire multiverse in terms of life level from the very beginning.
Even the gods seem extremely small and ridiculous compared to it.
After Nicol Bolas looked up and down, he immediately smiled and joked: "Using magic to create a body to conceal his identity as an undead?
Very good idea.
But trying to deceive me is still a bit naive.
But because of the humility and respect you just showed, I will give you five more minutes.
If you can't explain how you found this place in five minutes, prepare to die.
Because what I hate the most is mysterious guys like you with unknown origins."
Upon hearing this naked and undisguised threat, Shane VII, who had already mentally prepared himself, did not panic, but directly took out a planeswalker card and activated it.
moment!
A larger, more majestic, and complex space-time crossing bridge instantly appeared out of thin air than the original version, emitting dazzling white and azure light.
"Time and Space Crossing Bridge?!"
One second, Nicol Bolas was ready to use the opponent as a toy. The next second, he got up from the ground, with incredible surprise on his face.
He couldn't believe that his luck was so good. Just when he was about to sleep, someone brought him a pillow.
And just because this thing has been made into a planeswalker card, he will never kill the strange planeswalker in front of him.
After all, cards are bound to sparks.
If the planeswalker is killed and the spark goes out, everything inside will disappear.
Seeing that the bait he threw was effective, Xia En VII secretly breathed a sigh of relief and immediately nodded: "Yes, it is the time and space bridge.
I think you must need it very much now, don't you?
And I am very happy to dedicate it to you.
The only requirement is that I join the feast and witness the birth of the miracle with my own eyes.
After all, no planeswalker can withstand the temptation of restoring the spark to the power of a god in ancient times."
"Hahahaha! So you came here for that spell too?"
Nicol Bolas laughed wildly.
Because compared to those who are enemies of him to protect his hometown, relatives, friends, or to maintain the balance of the bullshit multiverse, he obviously prefers people who are willing to cooperate with him out of personal ambition and greed.
The reason is also very simple!
In his opinion, only such people are real enough and more in line with his understanding of human nature.
Shane VII responded without thinking: "Yes, I came here just for that spell. As long as you are willing to give a promise, I can help you teleport your army to Ravnica now."
After Nico Bolas heard these words, he immediately shook his finger gently: "No, no, no, you don't need to be so anxious.
Because I'm not ready to start this war.
As for the commitment you want, I can give it to you now.
After I regain my full strength, you can obtain that spell and all related knowledge.
But before that, I still need you to do a few things for me."
"No problem, it's my pleasure."
In order to win the trust of the other party, Xia En VII agreed without hesitation.
"Go find my brother Ugin and confirm his injury. Remember, you only have one chance to prove yourself. If you fail, you don't have to come back."
Nicol Bolas gave his orders bluntly.
He is well aware of the danger of this task.
Because even Wujin, who suffered heavy losses, is definitely not something that ordinary planeswalkers can deal with.
In other words, if one were to find a planeswalker in the current multiverse who was worthy of being considered an enemy by Nicol Bolas, Ugin would definitely be at the top of the list.
When he killed him in the time and space of Tarkir, the old dragon even felt inexplicably satisfied after the battle.
"As you wish."
Shane VII once again put one hand on his chest and bowed to the old man with the title of "The Strongest", then activated the sparks and disappeared in place.
Feeling the departure of the planeswalker's spark, Nicol Bolas touched his chin and whispered in a slightly joking tone: "What an interesting guy. He actually thought that I couldn't smell the magic in him that was similar to Soth's.
breath.
But it doesn't matter.
Anyway, as long as he has the time and space bridge, he can help me complete the last piece of the puzzle.
As for the relationship between him and Soth, and what kind of conspiracy there is, it doesn't matter.
Because no one can defeat me!
I am the supreme Dragon Lord, the Dragon God!
I am the great Nicol Bolas!"
Accompanied by the low roar of this elder dragon, the legions of immortals hidden deep underground knelt down one after another, and the scene looked extremely spectacular.
…
At the same time, far away in another unknown time and space.
Spirit Dragon Wujin was lying in a ruins, struggling to maintain his breathing. His whole body was already soaked with blood. Not only was his right wing damaged by this section, but even his lower limbs were also twisted into a twist shape, with four huge gashes from
The chest extends all the way to the abdomen.
There is no doubt that these wounds were all inflicted by his good brother Nicol Bolas.
However, these mere traumas were not enough to make Wu Jin so painful and decadent.
What really depressed him was that his friend Azor, the founder of the order of time and space in Ravnica, the ancient planeswalker who gave up his spark to create the artifact Immortal Sun, died and was killed by Nicol Bolas in front of him.
Use powerful magic to blast it into pieces.
What is even more unacceptable to him is that even though he has assembled so many planeswalkers, they are unable to defeat or even prevent Nicol Bolas from achieving his goal.
Even the time and space of Ixalan was completely destroyed, not even a scrap was left, and countless creatures living here were swallowed by the dark void.
Such a huge disparity in strength not only made the new generation of planeswalkers despair, but also made Ugin begin to question whether the plan he had formulated could really be used.
"Are you still blaming yourself for this failure?"
The vampire planeswalker Sorin Markov asked while using his life magic to help his old friend heal his injuries.
Although his own condition cannot be said to be very good, the overall situation has been brought under control after absorbing some local indigenous blood.
Wu Jin shook his head slightly: "No, I'm not blaming myself.
I just feel confused about the future.
Because through this battle, I can feel that Nicol Bolas' power has become stronger again.
I don't know if we can stop him from trying to seize other planeswalker sparks to restore the power he had in ancient times if this continues.
By the way, where is your disciple?
If I remember correctly, he has not shown up for a long time, let alone contacted us."
"You mean Soth? I don't know exactly where he is or what he is doing. After all, he has been mysterious and busy. Maybe Nahiri knows more."
Sorin Markov shrugged his shoulders helplessly.
Although there are basically planeswalkers who can travel through countless time and space without restrictions, they all like to run around, and it is basically impossible to find their traces.
But after all, there are very few people like Zuo Si who will not leave any traces.
Moreover, he has never given anyone a card to summon him, nor has he revealed that he will often travel to those times and spaces, so finding it is naturally like looking for a needle in a haystack.
"We need his help now! Find him, no matter the cost."
Spirit Dragon Wujin made the request in an unquestionable tone.
Because he needs a strong fighting force now more than ever.
Especially after Nicol Bolas's plan was confirmed, he must not be allowed to succeed.
Sorin Markov rolled his eyes angrily, gritted his teeth and complained: "Damn it! It's easier for you to say that.
When the time and space of Ixalan exploded, Nahiri, Jace Beleren, Liliana Weiss, Nissa Revan and others were all missing.
I don't even know if they died or escaped.
After escaping, will we be imprisoned by the Eternal Sun in some unknown place? Will Nicol Bolas use it to create a trap for us to fall into our trap?
And even if Nahiri is found, it is still unknown whether she will hate me as much as she does."
Spirit Dragon Wujin explained patiently: "Of course I know how difficult this matter is.
But no matter how difficult it is, you still have to do it.
Unless you want to see Nicol Bolas regain his ancient unrivaled power.
In that case, the entire multiverse will tremble under his lustful power.
I think Soth will be our most important weapon against him."
"Okay, okay. I understand. But before that, I have to go to Ravnica to confirm whether anyone has successfully escaped back."
After saying this, Sorin Markov stood up and activated the Planeswalker Spark to teleport across time and space, leaving Ugin lying alone in a pool of blood recovering from his injuries.
However, if you observe carefully, you will find that even without the help of any healing magic, all the materials around the latter's body are being continuously converted into energy at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After being absorbed by the dragon's body, it is converted back into muscle tissue such as flesh and blood.
Through this incredible method, Wu Jin's injuries recovered extremely quickly, and it is estimated that he will be back to his original state within a few hours.
The scales on his body that fell off in battle also grow back in the same way.
Obviously, for the two elder dragon planeswalkers, physical damage has never been a big problem.
Even if the entire body is completely destroyed and disappears, it can be easily reshaped.
After resting like this for a long time, Wujin finally slowly got up from the ground, used the power of the planeswalker's spark to pass through the dark void, and arrived at another island in a strange time and space.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! In the center of this small island, lies the body of a sphinx (a sphinx with extremely high intelligence).
, it was Azor who was killed by Nicol Bolas before.
Looking at the mutilated body of his old friend, Wu Jin lowered his head slightly and closed his eyes, not knowing whether he was mourning or vowing to avenge him.
…
At almost the same time, Sancho, who returned to the time and space of Ravnica, had just reported the battle situation he saw to Niv-Mizzet, the founder of the guild "Izzet Alliance".
As an undercover agent sent to this world by Zuo Si, he has already adapted to his identity and can handle various things with ease.
Especially the experience accumulated during the adventure journey as the son of Baal, as well as the means to deal with various dangers and the extremely fast reaction speed, allowed him to quickly climb from the bottom to a very high position.
After all, planeswalkers will receive a certain degree of preferential treatment wherever they go.
What's more, someone like Sancho seems to have no background and was just a child when he joined. He is simply the backbone and pillar sent to the guild by fate.
A little nurturing can bring huge benefits.
But no one knew that as a child, Sancho had already started a life-and-death fight with his half-brothers and sisters, and finally even entered his father's kingdom to participate in the divine war.
His thoughts, consciousness, spirit, and psychology are far beyond those of most adults.
In addition, under the influence of Zuo Si, he is also quite cunning, evil-minded and ruthless, and will never show mercy to his enemies.
All the guys who dared to look down on or try to bully his young age, without exception, died in an "accident" not long after.
Some of the death scenes can be said to be quite horrific.
But no one could find any evidence or any clue to catch Sancho.
"Did Nicol Bolas really defeat Ugin and his allies?"
Niv-Mizzet raised his head and stared at the boy standing in front of him with his eyes shining with red fire.
Sancho nodded quickly: "Yes.
They lost completely and miserably.
And the artifact that can limit the power of the planeswalker's spark - the Eternal Sun - also fell into the hands of Nicol Bolas.
If there are no problems with the information given by Ms. Nahiri, Nicol Bolas has already grasped the two prerequisites for launching a war.
Now it’s just the last one left.”
"So you think the key now is the time-space bridge?"
Niv-Mizzet's expression instantly became serious.
As an ally that Zuo Si has never met, he has already obtained quite a lot of information about Nicol Bolas' plan through the Lithomancer Nahiri, so he knows what this elder dragon planeswalker wants to do.
In fact, as long as he destroys the Chrono Beacon and prevents a large number of planeswalkers from entering Ravnica, he can theoretically make the opponent return without success.
But this only treats the symptoms and not the root cause.
Because Nicol Bolas could have built the same device himself.
Therefore, if you want to completely eliminate this threat, you must defeat him.
"That's right.
There is only one space-time bridge left before the enemy attacks.
And I don't think it will be long before Nicol Bolas gets his hands on it.
If we don't want this disaster to happen, the only thing we can do is to find the Eternal Sun.
Then it was hidden in a plane and space where Nicol Bolas could not find it, and kept active forever at the cost of a planeswalker's freedom.
In this way, the other party will never be able to obtain the Eternal Holy Sun, and naturally will not be able to launch its own evil plan."
Sancho made a wave of analysis from a rational perspective.
He knew very well that the War of the Spark was not only what Nicol Bolas longed for, but it was also the result that his mentor wanted to see.
This also means that this war is inevitable and will definitely happen.
In particular, the Cave Tree in New Phyrexia has been able to break the blockade of the Eternal Sacred Sun and realize travel between multiverses.
Therefore, although the method proposed by Sancho can prevent other planeswalkers from obtaining the Immortal Sun, it cannot stop Zuo Si.
"What you said seems to make sense. Maybe I should hire more people to find the whereabouts of the Eternal Sacred Sun."
A thoughtful expression appeared on Niv-Mizzet's face.
But soon he tilted his huge head forward slightly and lowered his head to stare at the young man standing in front of him. He smiled and praised: "Well done, young man. Your growth and performance far exceeded my expectations. Maybe.
I should consider giving you a higher position."
"Oh, really?"
Sang pretended to be ecstatic.
Although he has no sense of belonging to this guild at all, he only uses it as a springboard to a higher level.
But who would dislike having too many resources at hand?
What's more, the Izzet Alliance's destructive spells are the strongest among the Guildpact of Ravnica.
This is an extremely valuable asset for any mage.
"certainly!
When have I lied to you?
Now you can go down and rest.
I think after going through so much, you must want to have a good meal and sleep on a soft big bed.
We can talk about other things after you have rested."
With that said, Niv-Mizzet drove the young but powerful planeswalker out of his lair.
But what he didn't know was that Sancho did not go back to his room to rest. Instead, he put on another set of clothes, quietly left the guild with the help of invisibility magic, and walked through the maze-like complex streets of Ravnica.
After about half an hour, we finally arrived at a tavern in a dark alley.
When he opened the door, everyone in the room cast a scrutinizing look at him.
Fortunately, Sancho was well prepared and covered himself with a large cloak and hood, so he was not recognized by anyone.
He walked straight to the bar, placed a sealed envelope and a small bag of gold coins on the bar, and said in a hoarse voice disguised by magic: "I need your help to deliver a letter."
"to whom?"
The bartender standing at the bar picked up the envelope without any writing or markings and asked.
"To the Azorius Senate."
Sancho gave the answer without thinking.
"What? To whom? Say it again?"
The bartender was completely stunned.
Because the Azorius Senate is the law enforcer, legislator, and maintainer of order throughout Ravnica.
If you want to deliver a message to them, you don't have to go to such trouble. You can just go to the roadside and find a patrol team to give it to them.
Sancho continued to repeat in an emotionless tone: "To the Azorius Senate.
I know you have a lot of questions, and you even think I'm a psycho.
But I won't answer any questions.
Because I paid the money, you should provide the promised service.
As for the privacy and purpose of your customers, I think it does not fall within the scope of your business."
Upon hearing these words, the bartender's expression changed several times in an instant, and he even turned around and looked at someone in the back kitchen who had the power to make the decision.
You must know that the plane of Ravnica is not a safe place.
Although the Guildpact maintains the covenant signed in ancient times on the surface and goes their own way, in fact, internal conflicts and competition have long been made public.
Various factions have long been at each other's throats in private due to conflicting ideas.
No one knows whether this letter will have any serious consequences, let alone whether the content above is a provocation to the Azorius Senate.
So even though it’s just sending letters, the risks you need to take are not small at all.
"Okay! We've accepted this business."
A bearded man stood up and answered in the affirmative.
"Thank you."
Sancho nodded slightly to the other party, then turned around and prepared to leave.
The moment he approached the door, a man with a beard suddenly shouted from behind: "Wait! If you don't mind, can you tell me why you went in such a long circle and entrusted us to deliver a message to the Azorius Senate?
?”
"It's simple!
First, I don't want my identity to be exposed.
Second, a terrible war and disaster will soon come to this world.
And all I have to do is give the Azorius Senate a heads up so they can prepare."
With the last word blurted out, Sancho opened the door and walked out, disappearing at the end of the alley at a very fast speed.
About twenty minutes later, when this letter was placed in front of the senior officials of the Azorius Senate, the expressions of everyone who saw the content suddenly changed.
One of them suddenly stood up from his chair and roared: "This is impossible! It's absolutely false! The power of the Guildpact of Ravnica is so powerful that even Nicol Bolas will never
Might defeat us."
Another woman next to him scolded unceremoniously: "Calm down! Didn't you see that the letter said that there are spies planted by Nicol Bolas in all guilds? I think the top priority right now is to find
Get rid of these spies."
"Agree! I propose to hold a secret meeting to gather the leaders of each guild."
A non-human who looked weird and looked like a construct nodded in agreement.
"Are you sure it is a wise choice to hold a meeting at this time? What if some of the guild leaders have secretly pledged their allegiance to Nicol Bolas?"
"There is no other way, we can only do this. After all, it is better to disclose things like this than to hide them. At least it can alert those guilds that have not been controlled by infiltration."
"In that case, let's send out the invitation. Although the authenticity of the content in the letter cannot be confirmed yet, it is always good to be prepared."
…
After a brief discussion, the Azorius Senate quickly made a decision.
Because their mission is to end chaos and make the whole world seem orderly, so that people can live under the management of the law.
No one noticed that after finishing delivering the message, Sancho quickly came to a ruins covered with weeds and vines outside the city.
When he entered the interior, he saw the figure of Jinji Tasha at a glance.
After the two sides looked at each other to confirm their identities, Jinji Tasha immediately handed over the box he was carrying.
"Here, this is what the father of Great New Phyrexia asked me to hand over to you.
In addition, from today on, this ruins is our territory.
If you have any information that you need to pass on, or if you are in danger and need to find a safe place to hide, you can come here.
Remember, don't be afraid, because New Phyrexia is your biggest backing and trump card.
The power, technology and resources we possess far exceed the limits you can imagine."
"Thanks!"
Sancho took the box and opened it, and instantly saw several metal discs made of some unknown material inside.
But the moment he reached out and touched it, a huge amount of knowledge and information poured into his brain.
Because the indoctrination speed was so fast, he himself began to have nosebleeds uncontrollably and was unable to digest so much information.
The whole process lasted about half an hour.
The moment he stopped, Sancho immediately felt his legs go weak and he knelt on the ground and began to vomit non-stop. It felt like he was thrown into a cargo box and bumped around on the uneven country road for several days and nights, and his brain was exhausted.
Shake well.
But fortunately, as a planeswalker, he quickly recovered through a few healing cards. He leaned against the wall and asked in an uncertain tone: "What the hell are these metal discs? They can actually store so much information.
And it can resonate directly with the brain?”
"It comes from the Titan, the creator of the universe where the planet Azeroth resides.
The original name was called Platinum Disc.
Later I improved and perfected it using shimmering oil and other techniques.
How about it? Isn’t it amazing?
Any living thing can read the information stored on it by touching it.
As a carrier, although it is far inferior to shimmering oil, it has its own unique advantages."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! When it comes to things related to technology, creation, and invention, Jinji Tasha immediately becomes excited.
Because this is the first time that the improved platinum disc has transmitted information to a target outside of New Phyrexia's creation.
Judging from Sancho's reaction, although it will cause a certain degree of physical discomfort, it does not seem to be really life-threatening.
At least not once your physical fitness and intelligence reach a certain level.
After all, Sancho had been studying with Zuo Si for a long time. When he saw the expression on the Blue Demon Judge's face, he knew that he had accidentally become a laboratory rat. The corners of his mouth immediately twitched uncontrollably several times and he couldn't help cursing:
"Damn bastard! Aren't you afraid of torturing me to death and suffering the wrath of your mentor?"
"of course not!
Because I have prepared more than one way of resurrection.
If you do die, I'll pull you back up before the spark goes out.
So please rest assured that I am a professional in this regard."
While speaking, Jinji Tasha opened the mechanical device on his chest, revealing various resurrection props inside. He was obviously well prepared.
After all, the possible damage caused by the platinum disc would be to blow up the brain, which is a pure physical damage.
With the current technical strength of New Phyrexia, there is no need to use magic, and it can be put together on the spot in a few seconds.
But Jinji Tasha's indifferent attitude towards life and death made Sancho feel strong discomfort. After gargling the vomit in his mouth with water, he showed a very speechless expression.
"Please, I have experienced the feeling of going from life to death, and from death to life again and again before.
That feeling can definitely be regarded as a kind of torture or even torture for any living person.
If you use me as a guinea pig again, I will definitely complain to the instructor to make you look good.
Since this is the first time, I won’t pursue it further.”
After saying these warning words, Sancho no longer touched the other platinum discs in the box, but closed it and planned to take it back and slowly read it through other aspects.
Jinji Tasha responded nonchalantly: "Okay, I understand. But be careful, the world will definitely be quite unstable recently. Especially Nicol Bolas, who is about to be exposed, will definitely take some actions.
"
"I know this better than you. By the way, what is the mentor doing now?"
Sancho obviously wanted to find out Zuo Si's next move.
He knew very well that in front of Nicol Bolas, he was no different from other new generation planeswalkers, and they were all destined to be killed instantly.
"The Great Father of New Phyrexia is currently busy dealing with the civil war in Hell.
However, he said that he would let the mastermind find Nahiri's whereabouts.
As long as we find this Lithomancer, the next thing will be easy.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you.
If you see Shane VII, don't be surprised, let alone say hello to him, it's best to treat him as a complete stranger."
Jinji Tasha recounted word for word what Zuo Si told him before leaving.
"Xia En VII?!"
Sancho's pupils suddenly dilated, and he immediately guessed the mission that this powerful demilich might be assigned.
In just a few seconds, Zuo Si's rough plan was pieced together in his mind.