Under the effect of the terrifying dragon breath spewed from several heads, Mnozdo's body quickly collapsed, and finally only a small translucent crystal emitted a dim glow, and hourglass-shaped patterns of various sizes could be faintly seen on the surface.

This is the essence of his life force, soul, and residual time power, and it can also be counted as a residue like ashes.

From this moment on, both the Bronze Dragon and the Eternal Dragon completely lost the ability to control time.

Countless two sides who were constantly fighting in the torrent of time one second were shocked to find that they had been forcibly driven out and completely lost the power to control time and shuttle through various chaotic timelines at will.

Obviously, whether it is a bronze dragon or an eternal dragon, the source of its ability to manipulate time is Nozdorm or Mnozdor, who are the guardian dragons.

Once they lose their Titan powers, their offspring and population will quickly transform into normal dragons.

Even the seemingly spectacular and strange flow of time above the head of the Time Cave converged to the deepest part at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally all poured into Zuo Si's newly grown dragon head.

Needless to say, he has now completely replaced the Bronze Dragon King and the Eternal Dragon King as the sole controller of the power of time on the entire planet Azeroth.

Billions of chaotic fragments of time that are merging and dying continue to flash before their eyes until they converge into a single and stable timeline.

Unless the Father of the Gods of the Titan Pantheon, Al-Mansur, comes down in person, no external force can affect the stability of this unique timeline.

Feeling this power of being able to peek into the past and the future through the torrent of time, Zuo Si suddenly raised his head and asked Nozdorm, "So that's why all the timelines come together?" Since I have gained the power of time at this moment, neither you nor Mnozdor can change the impact I have caused in the past? ”

"No, the great Lord Soth.

This is not a simple causal relationship, but a much more complex existential problem.

As long as there is no force that can defeat or prevent you from entering this universe, then you will inevitably take the power of the Titans from me and Mnozdor, and eventually become the master of time in Azeroth.

But in the myriad possibilities for the future, I don't see this force coming into play.

That means that things are bound to happen at this moment, and there is no way to interfere by reversing a point in the timeline.

So I chose to resign myself to fate and let go of the heavy responsibilities and pains I had been carrying.

The other depraved me chose to fight, trying to use the power of time to regain control of my own destiny.

That's why I'm alive and he's dead. ”

As he said this, the Bronze Dragon King's eyes were fixed on the fallen self that had turned into a piece of crystal, and there was a hint of sadness in his tone.

He had known what was happening a long time ago, but he was powerless to change or prevent it, just as he could only watch the catastrophic tragedies of Azeroth's history happen and do nothing.

Because every rash intervention leads to a new set of problems and troubles that come with it.

For example, to prevent Arthas from completing the massacre of Stratholme, Gianna will take the place of her prince and take up Frostmourn to become an even more terrifying Lich King.

Another example is to prevent Nesario from gaining the power of the Titans in advance to avoid the birth of Deathwing, then in the later timeline, there will be a crushing defeat of the local coalition forces in the War of the Ancients due to the lack of "Dragon's Soul", and the Burning Legion will completely distort the Azeroth Star Soul into a second Argus.

This is also why the Bronze Dragon, unlike other guardian dragons, has always lived in a way similar to seclusion.

Because they are afraid that too close to mortals will lead to the loss of their most important absolute neutrality, they can't help but want to change history at some critical moments.

So the bronze dragon is the most indifferent guardian dragon.

They watched as the rebellious Black Dragon Legion unleashed a brutal massacre against the Blue Dragon Legion, and watched as Malygos fell into complete grief and madness, and was finally killed by the mages of Dalaran and the Red Dragon Legion.

In the same way, they watched as the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza was enslaved by the Orcs, sending the offspring hatched from the dragon's eggs into battle with the Alliance, and then being knocked down by various ranged weapons and turned into a burning corpse.

What's even more cruel is that Nozdorm always knew that he would fall into complete madness and become Mnozdor at some point in the future, but he couldn't change this outcome at all.

Sometimes he even wondered if the power he had gained was a blessing from the Titan Guardian or a terrible curse.

But now, the Bronze Dragon King is finally free, and there is no need to worry about the future of this world, nor to worry about the future of darkness and destruction.

Soar through the skies and enjoy the breeze on your cheeks, or hunt your favorite woolly rhinoceros or mammoth to satisfy your hungry appetite with its juicy meat.

Ever since he gained the power to control time, he couldn't remember the last time he was free.

As the saying goes, those who are content are always happy.

At this moment, Nozdorm is obviously enlightened and has figured everything out.

Zuo Si obviously noticed this, and couldn't help but smile and ask, "Then do you have any requirements, or the power you want to get?" As a reward for your cooperation, as long as it is not too outrageous, I can immediately honor it. ”

Nozdorm shook his head slightly: "No, I don't need anything, thank you for your kindness." If you don't mind, can you please get the kids outside to stop this pointless fight? You know, they've already sacrificed quite a bit for it. ”

"Absolutely."

As he spoke, Zuo Sichong beckoned to Miroke, who had been hiding in the shadows not far away.

The latter, who maintained his dwarf form, hurriedly ran to the front with his little short legs, and asked nervously, "Master, do you have any instructions?" ”

From the tense expression on her face, it is not difficult to see what a huge psychological impact Mnodsdo's death had on her.

You know, it's the King of the Eternal Dragons!

He has fought fiercely against the Bronze Dragon Legion on thousands of timelines, and even won the dominance and control of almost half of the timelines.

But now he was easily crushed to death like an ant, and he had no ability to resist from beginning to end.

Although Miroc had already known about this from a fragment of time, he was shocked to witness it, and at the same time felt a strong sense of awe and fear for the new master.

Especially the terrifying huge dragon heads in the form of a dragon, each of which contains terrifying power.

"Relax."

Zuo Si soothed the nervous little fellow, raised his front paws and sent the dimly fluorescent crystal to Mirok and gently crushed it.

Syllable!

With a crisp sound echoing in the cave, Mirok instantly switched from a dwarf form to an eternal dragon form uncontrollably, and quickly absorbed the overflowing energy, and his body instantly expanded several times in place.

In particular, the horns and claws on his forehead show a bright light very similar to that of Mnozdo.

The original time ability that had disappeared was restored in an instant.

Before Mirok could react to what had happened, Zuo Si's whisper came from his ears.

"From this moment on, you are the new King of the Eternal Dragon. Now go and end this war over time, and have all the Eternal Dragons report to the Sunwell. ”

"As you wish......"

Mirok bowed deeply to his master, and then leapt out of the Cavern of Time, using the power of time to separate the Eternal Dragons and Bronze Dragons at war, and send back allies recruited from other Time Shards.

It didn't take long for the battles that spread all over the Cave of Time to come to an end.

Eventually, the Bronze Dragon King, Nozdorm, appeared and announced the end of his mission to his children, so that they could live freely and without any responsibility.

Although the Bronze Dragons initially felt empty and bewildered, they soon began to fly away from the Cave of Time in droves, intending to find an uninhabited island or deep mountain to resettle in.

The Eternal Dragon Legion, led by the new queen, Miroc, crossed the Endless Sea to report to the island of Queldanus.

Following the Blue Dragon and Red Dragon Legions, Zuo Si successfully managed the Bronze Dragon and the Eternal Dragon Legion.

Now only the Green Dragon Legion, which has not moved yet, and the Black Dragon Legion, which is still secretly doing things, can completely take out all the guardian dragons.

But this kind of thing is obviously not urgent.

After all, the Green Dragons are busy fighting the erosion of the Nightmare Lord Savis, and Deathwing is now hiding at the hint of the Old Gods.

Although Zuo Si can use the power of time he has just gained to go directly to a specific node to find out all these scourges one by one.

But instead of doing so, he intended to let the inhabitants of Azeroth take care of it themselves.

You must know that this is an important process for cultivating the consciousness and personality of the star soul.

If you interfere too much, it may cause the awakening time of the star soul to be greatly delayed, or some terrible flaw in the awakened personality.

This is not the result that Zuo Si wants to see.

He was very careful to use the power of time to spy into the future, constantly adjusting his strategy and using the life magic he learned from Sorin Markov to influence the Star Soul to ensure that the final result was exactly what he expected.

To this end, a table was developed to record all the key time points on it.

After doing all this, Zuosi temporarily left the universe where Azeroth was located and appeared in the central tower of the Floating City of Mutahar, which was controlled by the diary.

He had just completed the teleportation across time and space, and the first thing he felt was all kinds of unsightly and absurd scenes.

The library, which was once filled with precious books, has been converted into a semi-open-air swimming pool, where thousands of women in different styles of swimsuits are gathering to swim, enjoy wine and food, or cuddle together for intimate interaction.

Looking down through the rooftops of the outer protrusions, the streets are filled with sexily dressed women, except for the Magic Crystal Towers that stand all over the city.

Among them are vampires and ghosts who have been transformed into undead, cyborgs who have been transformed into undead and still maintain their beautiful appearance, and even humans, elves, angels, demons, devils, beast-eared mothers, and some other rare and rare races that have come from nowhere......

Anyway, there is nothing in the entire floating city that can be called "male".

Even the animals that don't know if they're combat units or pets are all female.

I have to say that this kind of scene of all the warblers singing and dancing at a glance really makes Zuo Si a little nervous.

Although he had long known that the diary guy was not a person, he didn't expect that he would be a person to such an extent, and he completely regarded this floating city as his big harem.

Judging by the number, there are at least 100,000 people.

Some of them are clearly influenced by charm and mind-controlling magic.

Countless amenities and drunken entertainment abound, even on par with the massive cyberpunk city of the ninth level of Batow's Hell.

What does it mean to be poor and extravagant?

Just look at the picture of the floating city of Mutahar at this moment.

The combat platforms and long-range fire-delivery weapons that were originally placed around the city were also hidden by the deformed mechanical structures that had been imparted during the completion of the oil.

Unless you enter a combat state, you won't be able to see it at all.

Just as Zuo Thought was about to read the records of the oil and see what crazy things the bastard had done behind his back, the latter instantly teleported back through the huge teleportation network formed by the Magic Crystal Tower, and said hello with a hippie smile.

"Yo! Isn't this my great master of wisdom and martial arts? What is the wind that has brought you here today? Do you want me to gather hundreds of beauties for a grand welcome ceremony? ”

"Less oily cavity slippery! Could you please explain to me what this is all about? ”

The corners of Zuo Si's mouth twitched, pointing to the pool and the crowds of women on the street.

It's a fucking exaggeration!

You must know that the number of the harem of the most mediocre and lascivious emperors in ancient times, counting ordinary palace maids, is no more than 30,000 at most.

But here it has directly multiplied more than tenfold.

"Ahh You talk about them.

Some of them were defeated captives, and some were nobles, queens, concubines, and princesses who were reduced to slavery after the destruction of the country.

Anyway, they are basically some weak women who have lost their reliance and ability to live.

I reluctantly took them in for their pitiful sake.

Otherwise, you should know what awaits these women.

In addition, there may be some adventurers and mercenaries who are unwilling to live a life of licking blood from the knife and take refuge, as well as thieves, robbers, liars, and killers who are wanted and caught by me.

Don't worry, I promise absolutely no crossing the line. ”

The diary gave an explanation with a smug face.

As he spoke, he didn't forget to give a kiss to the women who were standing by the pool wearing only a few ropes or small pieces of fabric.

This made Zuo Si involuntarily hold his forehead and sigh: "Alas-maybe it was a mistake to create you back then, an unforgivable giant mistake." Every time I see you, I feel my lower limit being refreshed again, and I also feel a sense of shame that I can't describe in words. ”

But the diary pursed his lips nonchalantly: "Shame? Shame is right. Anyone who sees their lack of civility and shame will inevitably feel embarrassed. But you can't deny that I am a part of you, an amplified manifestation of your subconscious and desires. What's more, I've done a lot for you. ”

"I don't deny that. But can you please be a little more restrained? Look at this floating city, it's about to transform you into a super naughty nest. Zuo Si complained angrily.

"Hey, hey! Don't underestimate the Floating City of Mutahar. It is now only a disguise, and once it enters a state of war, it will soon transform into the most powerful bastion of magic. ”

With that, the journal raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Moment!

A shrill siren began to echo over the city.

The women who were still playing, fighting, shopping, and enjoying the good life one second began to rush into the nearest underground entrance at a rapid speed in the next second, and it didn't take long for them to transform into heavily armed combatants.

In a very short period of time, the entertainment venues disappeared as large areas of mechanical structures were deformed, and they were replaced by electromagnetic cannons, magical heavy cannons, formations of mechanical undead, and construct-based legions of various sizes.

The crystal clear magic crystal towers began to release the energy stored in their daily lives, preparing to open the gates of another dimension to summon other creatures to fight.

There is no doubt that Mutahar is definitely more powerful than those Evil Ships that have been compleated by the Oil, and can also sail through the cold outer space like the Evil Ships.

"Well, you should be satisfied by now, right?" The journal asked with a slight hint of meaning.

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Well, it seems to be pretty good, it should barely meet my requirements." ”

"Your request?"

The diary keenly grasped a key word.

Since he was originally a magical creature condensed from Zuosi's memories and thoughts, he knew his creator far better than outsiders.

"Yes. I intend to build a Chrono Beacon Tower in the Floating City of Mutahar to launch a campaign carrying all kinds of knowledge and information across the multiverse. ”

Zuo Si bluntly stated the purpose of his trip.

Hearing this, the diary's eyes widened in shock, and it took a full minute before he asked in a tone that was not very uncertain: "You want to directly send information to thousands of planes at the same time, and then turn Mutahar Floating City into a transmission relay station for receiving signals?"

It's just crazy!

Aren't you afraid of the backlash of the laws of the dark forest?

Once there is a super civilization in a certain plane with powerful technological and magical powers, or a traveling mage who ignites a spark, then they can directly follow the signal.

When the time comes, it is inevitable that there will be a big fight. ”

"Then fight!

Could it be that I went from a small magic apprentice to this point and am still afraid that the war will not happen?

Now I am not only in control of New Phyrexia and Glistening Oil in Mirrodin, but also supported by the demonic armies of Batow's Hell and the physical universe where half of Azeroth is located.

On top of that, many powerful gods are close allies to me.

It's not me who should really be scared, it's the worlds that receive the signal and reveal their spatial coordinates.

Because from the moment they came into contact, their fate was in my hands. ”

As he said this, Zuo Si raised his iron-gloved hand and made a fist gesture, exuding a terrifying momentum and sense of oppression all over his body.

Seeing this, the diary couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "Damn! So why the Floating City of Mutahar?

Is it bad to put it in Plantia Floating City?

There's also the Fourth Calamity, which has expanded to millions and can support your plans at any time.

You must know that after a period of baptism, the average level of those players has basically crossed the legendary threshold, and the number of non-human intelligent creatures in the current world has dropped by almost two-thirds.

Many sub-human and dragon-ruled nations have crumbled under their butcher's knives.

The few remaining forces even regard it as a demon in human skin.

For when they stirred the wind, they did not care whether they were alive or dead, nor did they care about the lives of others. ”

"Oh? What's going on over there? Has there been any progress in the investigation and research of Origin magic? ”

Zuo Si asked curiously.

Since he has been busy with other things recently, he has been stocking the Fourth Scourge, which he has recruited, and he has no idea what is going on in this world that is fully entrusted to his ally Shane VII.

The diary explained with a wry smile: "There is progress, but it is not lacking.

After your last departure, Shane VII took advantage of the chaos and turmoil caused by the Great Tomb of Nazarik to set a trap and successfully capture the Platinum Dragon King and his companions.

Through the dissection of this true dragon king and a series of heart-wrenching tests, it is basically determined that the origin magic is related to the soul.

Sean VII stripped the soul of the Platinum Dragon King and combined it with dragon horns and necromancy to create only an evil artifact with incredible power.

With this artifact, he can unleash the Origin Magic that the other party has mastered.

As for the specific situation, you should just find a chance to ask him personally.

Anyway, the half-lich thinks that once he has mastered this intriguing magic, he will be able to transform himself from a dead state to a living person, or any other form like a dragon.

And this transformation is not only physical, but also the essence of the soul. ”

"Sounds pretty good. Although it is not very useful to me now, it is still quite good as an adjunct. Zuo Si commented with interest.

Because compared to the several cosmic-level Titan Star Souls imprisoned on the planet Argus, as well as the strongest dark Titan of Sargeras, the power of a mere world has become insignificant.

To be precise, even the high-level guardians created by the Titans, as well as those assistants who do not have a fixed form, the Star Saints, can easily destroy a planet that has not been conceived with a Star Soul.

"Don't you think you've been expanding a little too fast lately?" The diary couldn't help but remind.

Zuo Si replied casually: "This is also something that cannot be helped.

You should know that with the Planar Bridge in my hands, the day is getting closer for Nicol Bolas to unleash the War of the Sparks.

And I also recently learned that Spirit Dragon Ugin's traveling mage ability is to use the Dark Void to convert matter and energy into each other.

That is, he has access to an endless amount of energy for himself whenever he wants.

Even so, the guy was killed twice by his brother Nicol Bolas.

Except for the unlikeliable deliberate death, it only proves that Nicol Bolas is far more powerful than he imagined.

So I also had to gain strength that was at least comparable to theirs. ”

"What? Ugin's Brigade Mage Power is the free transformation of matter and energy? Are you kidding! It's like jumping on Einstein's coffin board! ”

The diary was full of disbelief on its face.

"Are you kidding? You think I'm going to joke about this kind of thing? ”

Zuo Si asked rhetorically as he raised his hands, taking a huge risk to let his Brigade Mage spark connect with the Dark Void.

Next Second......

The gold coin he was holding in one of his palms vanished into thin air.

This was followed by a huge burst of energy that could not be described in words quickly poured out from the other hand, directly triggering a devastating explosion in the sky above him.

The white light produced by the explosion eclipsed even the sun.

The shock wave alone tore the entire atmosphere apart.

The heavy clouds set off waves like a spectacular scene.

The deafening loud noise made the civilians on the ground slump to the ground in fright, their faces full of fear and despair.

But fortunately, this energy explosion comes and goes quickly.

When all the energy released is exhausted, everything will quickly return to normal.

Only the diary, who knew how powerful it was, subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and asked in a trembling voice: "This...... This is the energy released by that gold coin after the annihilation of a dozen grams of matter? Equivalent to an antimatter bomb of the same weight? ”

Zuo Si nodded solemnly: "That's right."

Mass is energy, and I can't believe that the physics I've studied before would come in handy at such a time.

Do you dare to imagine the result of throwing an entire world, or even half of the universe, into the Dark Void and then converting it all into energy?

That devastating destructive force can kill any god and crush all so-called rules!

And this is the ability that the spirit dragon Ugin possesses.

I've only scratched the nail on the go. ”

"Well, I think I can see why you suddenly have such a strong desire for power. If even Ugin has that power, then you really need to get stronger. ”

The diary has a very rare hint of crisis and urgency in his eyes.

After all, he and his master are inextricably linked.

If the latter were to be defeated or die in the War of the Sparks, he would be able to live alone, and all the good life in which he could indulge his desires would disappear with him.

"I need you to build this in the Floating City of Mutahar within a month."

Zuo Si straightforwardly took out a disc made of metal from his bosom.

Don't look at it as only the size of a cup, but it uses Titan Technology, and the capacity inside is equivalent to the sum of millions of big data storage centers combined.

After all, this thing can record all the tens of thousands of years of ecological evolution on the planet Azeroth.

The diary had apparently learned about the technology through the oil, and immediately took it and plugged it into the interface of a machine that was drilled out of the ground next to it.

In the twinkling of an eye!

A large minaret-like building is projected between the two men.

Judging by the marked data, it must be at least two thousand meters high, the main body must be forged from magical metal, and a total of up to a million enchantments from the bottom to the top.

The terrifying cost alone is enough to exhaust the rare resources of several planets that are not very rich in magical power.

But that's just the basics.

When the entire tower is activated, it will need two Brigade Mage Sparks.

One of them serves as a lamp to illuminate the dark void, while the other serves as a spark to light it.

That is, a precious spark needs to be consumed permanently.

With such a large penance, even the diary, which has always been a little out of tune, feels the unshakable determination of the owner.

After a long silence, he raised his head and assured categorically: "Good! One month is one month! Thirty days later, you'll see it towering over the center of the floating city of Mutahar. ”

A look of satisfaction appeared on Zuo Si's face: "Very good!" You don't have to worry about the resources that this Chrono Beacon Tower will consume, I'll have the Jin-Gitaxa keep sending it to you. If you're able to meet your deadlines, I'll consider allowing you to travel to certain worlds that we're all familiar with. ”

"For example?"

The diary's eyes lit up instantly, and he licked his lips with very obscene movements.

"Think about it yourself, anyway, when the time comes, the chrono beacon will be towering over your territory, and you can control it to find and search the worlds you want to go to. But be careful not to get killed, I don't want to clean up the mess for you then. ”

After that, Zuo Si ignored the diary's protest, and the whole person instantly activated the spark and disappeared in place.

With the Chrono Beacon Tower on the agenda, he could already foresee how busy he would become, so he planned to return to the Continent of Faeron to take care of everything.

……

At the same time, far away in the Theros plane.

Xenagos, who has just been promoted to the god of greed, is trying to subvert the foundation of the beliefs of the gods who were originally high above him, under the spell of the deep purgatory demon who calls himself Alkins.

With the magic recorded in the Pink Book, and the instinct to reproduce engraved in the genes of mortals, the inhabitants of a large number of city-states throughout the world began to inevitably fall into the frenzy of indulgence.

After all, this world was originally filled with an open atmosphere similar to the ancient Greek mythological era, and there were not too many restrictions on male and female love, and even sex could be widely accepted and recognized by society.

The number of people who accept both genders can even account for one-fifth or more of the total population.

Coupled with the fact that Xenagos was the first example of a mortal being canonized as a god on the Theros plane, it quickly became sought after by countless careerists.

Those in power who aspired to eternal life even openly declared themselves followers of the god of pleasure, despite the objections of the sacrifices of other gods, in an attempt to please Xenagos in order to obtain a concrete method for mortals to become gods.

If it had been before, Xenagos would certainly not have been able to share such a secret with others.

But under the analysis of Alkins, the purgatory demon of the deep hell, he suddenly realized that there was far more to spreading this secret than it would bring by himself.

Because once the mortals of the Theros plane know the secret of becoming gods, a large number of mortal gods will inevitably be born in the future, and then form a confrontation with the group of primordial gods of Heliod.

At that time, he will be able to become the leader of the mortal gods, and he will no longer need to worry about the group beatings he may be subjected to.

If the order established by the primordial gods can be completely overthrown and ushered in an era of mortal gods, then as the creator of all this, Xenagos will inevitably become the king of the gods.

The thought of attaining the supreme authority over all things in the world made Xenagos feel extremely excited, and he constantly consumes his divine power to unleash pink magic on the reveling inhabitants of the city-states below, allowing them to vent all their subconscious desires and consolidate their power.

After doing all this, he turned around and asked the Deep Hell Purgatory who was standing aside with a smile, "How?" I'm doing a good job as a god of pleasure, aren't I? ”

"Of course! You are simply a model of the gods, faithfully fulfilling your priesthood. I believe it won't be long before your power reaches the level of Heliod, the sun god. Alkins grinned and complimented.

As a devil in his highest form on the path to hell, he knows better than anyone that if he wants to do a better job, he must first use all kinds of rhetoric and horses to make each other comfortable.

So it's usually quite enjoyable to work with the devil on a certain job.

Especially when your status and importance are much higher than his, the devils often show their high emotional intelligence and social skills.

However, Xenagos obviously didn't know this, and thought that this powerful devil had been completely dormant by his charm, and a smug smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Well said! Heliod, this bastard, is trying to unite with other gods to kill me, and when I have the power to match it, I must make him pay a terrible price for it. ”

"Of course!

After all, you are a great being who wants to be the king of the gods.

Even the sun will be overshadowed in front of you.

However, I advise you to be careful of the female knight named Elspeth.

She seems to possess a very special power, as well as a rather dangerous weapon, enough to pose a threat to you. ”

The Deep Hell Purgatory cautiously reminded.

But Xenagos pursed his lips disdainfully: "You don't need to worry.

Elspeth was nothing more than an insignificant traveling mage.

She has no power that can be compared to mine.

What's more, Heliod had already developed a disgust with her because of the failure of the previous mission, and heard that someone was being sent to hunt her and the lion down.

On top of that, they simply couldn't enter the Nix Divine Domain without the guidance of the gods. ”

In front of him, the other party didn't listen to persuasion at all, and the Deep Hell Purgatory decisively ended the conversation, bowing his head slightly and remaining silent without saying a word.

Through this period of observation and intelligence gathering, he found that the gods of this world were simply too weak to compare with the gods he had calculated before.

Of course, weakness here does not refer to strength, but to character and thought.

Perhaps having never felt a threat from the outside, the greatest characteristic of the gods of Theros is extreme arrogance and arrogance.

They never looked at the mortals who provided them with their faith, and they were lackluster in the performance of their duties.

Battles between them often ended with the destruction of a city-state.

The affection of mortals for the gods is not so much faith and gratitude as the fear of destruction.

In this respect, it is very similar to Torrell's furious gods.

That's why the Hellpurgatory has developed a series of strategies, first to let more ambitious and eager mortals obtain the secret of this plane god, and then to stimulate the chaotic and evil nature in Xenagos's bones, so that he constantly provokes the proud and conceited main god like the sun god Heliod.

As a result, a fierce conflict or even war between the two sides will inevitably occur.

And all he had to do was hide behind the scenes and record everything he saw, and then send it back to the lord to whom he was allegiated, Zuo Si.

If the latter allowed it, the Hellpurgatory wouldn't mind repeating the chaos of the gods he had caused in another plane.

Anyway, the more gods in this world die, the easier it is for the devils to infiltrate and control.

If you're lucky, you might even be able to create a few gods of your own.

After all, the rule of the Theros plane is that as long as mortals believe that you are a god, then you are a god, and you are not.

So it's not a difficult thing for the devil to become a god here.

Just as the Deep Hell Purgatory narrowed his eyes and pondered what to do next, a commotion suddenly came from a distance.

Immediately after him, he saw Elspeth in white armor holding a holy sword, rushing towards him from a distance at a very fast speed, his eyes full of naked and undisguised anger.

"Xenagos!!!! Today is your day of death! ”

"Ahh Let's see who's coming. Isn't this the poor puppy abandoned by Heliod? Why, do you want to sprinkle all your anger on me? ”

Xenagos swung his big hand and slapped the rushing Elspeth like a small bug.

You must know that the gods of the Theros plane are all super giant creatures, and they can even compete with the Eldrazi Titans in size.

So when they appear, the entire city-state will be enveloped by a huge figure.

As for a person, he may not even be an ant in terms of proportion.

However, compared to Xenagos's arrogance, the Deep Hell Purgatory was very cautious.

Because he knew that the lord he was loyal to was a traveling mage, he was very wary of these spark-possessing lifeforms that were somewhere between the mortal and the transcendent.

(End of chapter)