A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

Amonkhet plane.

The scorching sun still shines on the desert and the towering pyramids and obelisks as usual.

Countless mortals living here still pray devoutly in the lies and illusions fabricated by Pharaoh Nicol Bolas, training hard to become a member of the "Eternal" Legion, accepting various trials, just to make themselves closer to perfection.

They have no idea that when the so-called "promised day" arrives, this world will usher in terrible destruction and end.

For Nicol Bolas, Amonkhet and the mortals and gods born here are just disposable tools for him to seize countless planeswalker sparks.

When this tool is activated, the plane will naturally no longer have the need to exist.

And he has a bad taste in his bones. From the beginning, he told everyone the ending of this world through brainwashing, prophecy, hints, etc.

In particular, several gods have arranged the corresponding roles in advance, and they are convinced that this is the mission they are responsible for.

So for thousands of years, everything was proceeding step by step according to the plan.

This elder dragon planeswalker was like a director, quietly hiding in the dark to appreciate his work, and eager to see the pain, despair and disbelief on everyone's face when the truth was revealed.

There is no doubt that if tyrants are subdivided, Zuo Si is undoubtedly the type who is very ruthless to enemies, but relatively friendly to his loyal people.

He will try to reduce the resistance at the social level from a rational perspective to ensure the stability of his rule.

Because he was once a weak mortal, he could understand the thoughts of ordinary people and retain a little sympathy, although not much.

But Nicol Bolas is just the opposite. He is the kind of guy who is equally cruel to both his enemies and his subordinates.

After all, Nicol Bolas is the first generation direct descendant of the Primordial Dragon.

When the elder dragons hatched and started the civil war, he had already ignited the spark and became one of the oldest planeswalkers. He shined in that war and was directly crowned with the title of "the strongest".

So this old dragon has never felt weak at all. From the beginning, he has been doing whatever he wants with the attitude of an absolute strong man.

And no one can stop him at all.

This means that he never needs to consider the feelings of others, let alone the life and death of mortals.

If anyone dares to disobey or resist, then all of them can be eliminated and killed.

This is the underlying logic of Nicol Bolas's domineering style.

In his concept, there is no so-called "society", and he does not need to rely on the power of the group, but maintains the most primitive independent individual thinking mode.

That is, there is no "us", only "me" and "others".

Even his twin brother, the spirit dragon Ugin, is not regarded as the same kind by him, but closer to enemies and competitors.

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 is not that he is born evil and likes to do such things, but that he does not care about anything except himself.

So this old dragon hated the "deterioration" of his own spark caused by the time mage Teferi in order to repair the cracks in time and space, and longed to restore or even surpass the ancient planeswalkers' god-like power and eternal life.

At present, the tyrant is staying in the nest in the huge pyramid, silently recovering from the injuries he suffered in the previous battle in Ixalan.

Although those wounds look very scary, even to the extent that they are fatal to most dragons and even dragon gods, they can only be regarded as "insignificant" skin injuries for the immortal elder dragons.

Yes, you read that right.

Even if the limbs are broken and the body is full of energy shocks, the wounds left by claws and teeth are everywhere at a glance, and the internal organs and white bones are all exposed.

In fact, among all the battles Nicol Bolas had experienced in his life, this one was not even among the top ten in terms of cruelty.

You should know that when he was exiled, he once entered an artifact dimension.

The dimension exploded because it could not withstand its huge power, causing the old dragon's body to be blown into pieces in an instant.

But guess what happened?

Nicol Bolas pieced his body together in a short time, at the cost of only losing some power, that's all.

This is why Zuo Si has been trying to delay the start of the War of the Spark.

He still hasn't figured out how to eliminate the existence of an elder dragon from the root.

Both Ugin and Nicol Bolas have the ultimate "immortality" attribute in essence.

This is why Ugin was successfully resurrected after being killed twice, and Nicol Bolas himself did not die after the end of the War of the Spark, but only lost his name and could not cast spells, and his soul was imprisoned.

This immortal attribute does not rely on faith to awaken and maintain like the gods of the Faerun continent, nor does it depend on the will born in a certain plane.

Rather, it comes from bloodline, from the primordial dragon that is more terrifying, huge, and full of mystery than any known creature.

"The Eternal Sun...

The Legion of the Immortals...

Time and space beacon...

Now I only have time and space to cross the bridge to launch the final war. "

Nicol Bolas muttered in a voice that only he could hear.

However, it is not difficult to tell from the indifferent expression on his face that he is actually not anxious at all.

Because he will not act rashly until he recovers from his injuries.

After all, the spirit dragon Ugin was only severely injured and not dead. The ancient planeswalkers Boulder Warlock Nahiri and Sorin Markov, who had sealed the three Eldrazi Titans, were also involved.

The old dragon was not sure whether ancient planeswalkers like Teferi would jump out one after another and become his enemies.

In order to cope with such a situation, he must recover from his injuries to 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 hope on one person.

What's more, in his eyes, Zuosike was 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 draw 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 an honor for me to meet you in person."

"Who are you……"

The old dragon looked at the other party with 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 one's own 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 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 gods look extremely small and ridiculous in comparison.

After Nico 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 prepared his mind well, did not panic, but directly took out a planeswalker card and activated it.

moment!

A larger, more majestic, and more complex space-time crossing bridge than the original version instantly appeared out of thin air, 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 is extinguished, 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 guess you must really need it now, don't you?

And I am more than happy to dedicate it to you.

The only requirement was that I join the feast and witness 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 am 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.

When I regain my full strength, you can gain access to that spell and all knowledge related to it.

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 injuries. 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 was well aware of the dangers of this mission.

Because even Wujin, who suffered heavy losses, was definitely not something that ordinary planeswalkers could 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 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 spark and disappeared.

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 and Dragon God!

I am the great Nicol Bolas! "

Along with the low roar of this elder dragon, the legions of immortals hidden deep underground knelt down one after another. 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, but even his lower limbs were also twisted into a twisted shape, with four huge gashes from The chest extends all the way to the abdomen.

There is no doubt that these wounds were inflicted by his good brother Nicol Bolas.

However, these mere traumas were not enough to make Wujin 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 Eternal Sun, died and was killed by Nicol Bolas in front of him. Use powerful magic to blast them to pieces.

What is even more unacceptable is that so many planeswalkers on his side cannot defeat or even prevent Nicol Bolas from achieving his goals.

Even the time and space of Ixalan was completely destroyed, leaving nothing but scum, and countless creatures living here were swallowed by the dark void.

Such a huge gap in strength not only made the new generation of planeswalkers despair, but also made Ugin begin to question whether the plan he had made could really be used.

"Are you still blaming yourself for this failure?"

Vampire planeswalker Sorin Markov asked, 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 the blood of some local indigenous people.

Wu Jin shook his head slightly: "No, I'm not blaming myself.

Just feeling 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 the sparks of other planeswalkers 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 most of the planeswalkers who can travel through countless time and space without restrictions like to wander around, 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, whatever it takes."

Spirit Dragon Wujin made the request in a tone that left no room for doubt.

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 Ixalan space-time 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. "

Spirit Dragon Wujin explained patiently: “Of course I know how difficult this matter is.

But no matter how difficult it is, you must 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 alone in a pool of blood recovering from his injuries.

However, as long as 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 in less than a few hours.

The scales on his body that fell off during the battle also grew 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.

In the center of this small island, there lies the body of a sphinx (a sphinx with extremely high intelligence). It is Azor who was killed by Nico 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. He was still 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 Sancho, who was still a child, 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.

Whether it is thought, consciousness, spirit, or psychology, it is far beyond that of most adults.

In addition, under the influence of Zuo Si, he is also quite cunning, shady 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 there's only one left to go. "

"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 time 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 time and space 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.

It was then hidden away in a plane where Nicol Bolas could not find it, and kept permanently active at the cost of a planeswalker's freedom.

In this way, the other party will never be able to obtain the Eternal Sacred Sun, and naturally will not be able to launch its own evil plan. "

Sancho made a rational analysis.

He knew very well that the War of the Spark was not only what Nicol Bolas desired, but also what his mentor wanted to see.

This meant that this war was inevitable and would definitely happen.

Especially the cave tree in New Phyrexia, which could break the blockade of the Immortal Sun and travel between the multiverses.

So although the method proposed by Sancho could prevent other planeswalkers from obtaining the Immortal Sun, it could not stop Zuo Si.

"What you said seems to make sense. Maybe I should hire more people to find the whereabouts of the Immortal Sun."

Niv-Mizzet had a thoughtful expression on his face.

But soon he leaned his huge head forward slightly and lowered it to stare at the boy standing in front of him, smiling and praising: "Well done, young man. Your growth and performance far exceeded my expectations. Maybe I should consider giving you a higher position."

"Oh? Really?"

Sancho pretended to be ecstatic.

Although he had no sense of belonging to this guild at all, he just used it as a springboard to a higher level.

But who would complain about having too many resources at hand?

Moreover, the destructive spells of the Izzet League are the strongest in the entire Ravnica Guildpact.

For any wizard, this is an extremely valuable asset.

"Of course!

When have I ever 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 the soft big bed.

Other things will be discussed after you have rested."

After that, Niv-Mizzet drove the young but talented planeswalker out of his lair.

But what he didn't know was that Sancho did not go back to the room to rest, but changed into another set of clothes, and quietly left the guild with the help of invisibility magic, and walked through the complex and huge streets of Ravnica like a maze.

After about half an hour, he finally arrived at a tavern in a dark alley.

When he pushed open the door, everyone in the room cast a scrutinizing look at him.

But fortunately, Sancho was well prepared and covered himself with a large cloak and hood, so no one recognized him.

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 you to help deliver a letter."

"Who?"

The bartender standing at the bar picked up the envelope with no words or marks on it and asked back.

"To the Azorius Senate."

Sancho gave the answer without thinking.

"What? To whom? Say it again?"

The bartender was stunned.

Because the Azorius Senate is the law enforcer, legislator and maintainer of order in the entire Ravnica time and space.

If you want to deliver a message to them, there is no need to be so troublesome, just go to the roadside and find a patrol team to give it to them.

Sancho continued to repeat in a tone without any emotion: "To the Azorius Senate.

I know you have a lot of questions, and even think I'm a psychopath.

But I won't answer any questions.

Because I paid, you should provide the promised service.

As for the customer's privacy and purpose, I think it should not be within your business scope."

Hearing this, the bartender's face changed several times in an instant, and he even turned around and looked at someone in the kitchen who had the power to make decisions.

You must know that the Ravnica plane is not a safe place.

Although the Ten Guildpacts maintain the covenant signed in ancient times on the surface and act on their own, in fact, internal conflicts and competitions have long been public.

The various factions have been fighting each other privately due to ideological conflicts.

No one knows whether this letter will cause any serious consequences, let alone whether the content above is a provocation to the Azorius Senate.

So even though it is just delivering a letter, the risks to be taken are not small at all.

"Okay! We take this business."

A man with a beard stood up and gave a positive answer.

"Thank you."

Sancho nodded slightly to the other party, then turned around and prepared to leave.

Just as he approached the door, the bearded man suddenly shouted from behind: "Wait! If you don't mind, can you tell me why you went through so much trouble to entrust us to deliver a letter to the Azorius Senate?"

"It's very simple!

First, I don't want to reveal my identity.

Second, a terrible war and disaster will soon befall this world.

And all I have to do is to remind the Azorius Senate so that they can be prepared."

As the last word came 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 the letter was placed in front of the senior officials of the Azorius Senate, the faces of all those who saw the content changed drastically.

One of them even stood up from his chair and roared: "This is impossible! It's absolutely false! The power of the Ravnica Guildpact is so strong that even Nicol Bolas can never defeat us."

Another woman next to him scolded unceremoniously: "Calm down! Didn't you see that the letter said that Nicol Bolas has spies planted in all guilds? I think the most urgent task right now is to find these spies."

"Agree! I propose to hold a secret meeting and gather the leaders of all guilds."

A non-human with a strange appearance like a construct nodded in agreement.

"Are you sure it is a wise choice to hold a meeting at this time? What if some guild leaders have secretly surrendered to Nicol Bolas?"

"There is no other way. We can only do this. After all, it is better to make things like this public than to conceal them. At least it can alert those guilds that have not been infiltrated and controlled."

"In this case, let's send out the invitation. Although the authenticity of the content of the letter cannot be confirmed for the time being, it is always right to be prepared."

...

After a brief discussion, the Azorius Senate made a decision quickly.

Because their duty is to end chaos, make the whole world look orderly, and let the people live under the framework of the law.

No one noticed that after Sancho finished delivering the letter, he quickly came to a ruin covered with weeds and vines outside the city.

When he entered the interior, he saw the figure of Jinjitasha at a glance.

After the two sides looked at each other and confirmed their identities, Jinjitasha immediately handed over the box in his hand.

"Here, this is something the great father of New Phyrexia asked me to give you.

In addition, from today on, this ruin is our territory.

If you have any information to pass on, or if you need to find a safe place to hide in danger, 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 have are far beyond the limits you can imagine."

"Thank you!"

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 to touch it, a huge amount of knowledge and information poured into his brain.

Because the speed of indoctrination was too fast, he himself began to bleed from his nose uncontrollably, and he couldn't digest so much information at all.

The whole process lasted about half an hour.

When he stopped, Sancho immediately felt his legs go weak and he fell to his knees and began to vomit. It felt like he was thrown into a cargo box and bumped on a bumpy country road for several days and nights, and his brain was shaken.

But fortunately, as a planeswalker, he quickly recovered through several healing cards. He leaned against the wall and asked in an uncertain tone: "What the hell are these metal discs? They can store so much information and resonate directly with the brain?"

"It comes from the creator of the universe called Azeroth, the Titan.

The original name was called the Platinum Disc.

Later, I used the oil and other technologies to improve and perfect it.

How about it, isn't it amazing?

Any creature can read the information stored on it by touch.

As a carrier, it is far inferior to the oil, but it has its own unique advantages."

When it comes to things related to technology, creation, and invention, Jinjitasha immediately becomes excited.

Because this is the first time that the improved version of the platinum disc has transmitted information to a target other than the New Phyrexian creation.

Judging from Sancho's reaction, although it will cause a certain degree of physical discomfort, it does not seem to be life-threatening.

At least it will not happen after the physical fitness and intelligence level reach a certain level.

Sancho has studied with Zuo Si for a long time. Seeing the expression on the face of the Blue Magic Judge, he knew that he had accidentally become a guinea pig. The corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably for several times, and he couldn't help cursing: "Damn bastard! Aren't you afraid of torturing me to death and bearing the wrath of the mentor?"

"Of course not!

Because I have prepared more than one way to resurrect.

If you really die, I will pull you up again before the spark goes out.

So please rest assured, I am a professional in this regard."

While talking, Jinjitaxia opened the mechanical device on his chest, revealing various resurrection props inside, obviously prepared.

After all, the damage that the platinum disc may cause is at most to blow up the brain, which is a simple physical injury.

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 Jinjitaxia's indifferent attitude towards life and death made Sancho feel very uncomfortable. After rinsing the vomit in his mouth with clean water, he showed a very speechless expression.

"Please, I have repeatedly experienced the feeling of going from life to death and then from death to life.

That feeling is definitely a torture or even torture for any living person.

If you use me as a test subject again, I will definitely complain to the mentor and make you look good.

Since this is the first time, I will not pursue it for now."

After saying this warning, Sancho stopped touching the other platinum discs in the box, but closed it and planned to take it back to read it slowly through other means.

Jinjitaxia responded nonchalantly: "Okay, I know. But be careful, this world will definitely be quite turbulent in the near future. 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 what Zuo Si was going to do next.

He knew very well that in front of Nicol Bolas, he was no different from other new generation planeswalkers, and they would all be killed instantly.

"The great father of New Phyrexia is currently busy dealing with the civil war in Hell.

But he said that he would let the mastermind find the whereabouts of Nahiri.

As long as this lithomancer is found, 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."

Jinjitashia recounted what Zuo Si had said before leaving word for word.

"Shane VII?!"

Sancho's pupils suddenly dilated, and he immediately guessed the task that this powerful half-lich might be assigned.

In just a few seconds, he pieced together Zuo Si's general plan in his mind.