Dilong

Shining oil, this strange substance carrying the will of Yawgmoth, fell on Saga, trying to corrode and corrupt him, turning Saga's flesh and blood into machines. At the same time, it also continuously gathered on the body of the collective, constantly strengthening the already powerful collective.

In the world created by Yawgmoth himself.

He received a huge level of enhancement.

The power that can be exerted is vastly different from that of ordinary individuals.

"To be my enemy is to be the enemy of the entire plane of Phyrexia."

"Dragon, you are as small as dust. Tremble and humble yourself before me."

Considering the magnificence and vastness of the Yogmoth Collective at this time, even a majestic mountain would be equivalent to the stones at its feet. Saga, who is only in his normal state, is indeed very small in comparison.

But the power contained in this 'tiny' body is beyond the imagination of Yogmoth.

“Although it is similar to the Kingdom of God, it is far inferior.”

"This collection of power from the entire space and time is only infinitely close, barely touching the level of a high-level god, but it has not crossed this chasm."

"After all, this so-called Phyrexian time and space is just a special world."

The golden dragon looked indifferently as it raised its head to look at the magnificent and huge collective.

Although he was looking up, the indifference and nonchalance in his eyes made him seem as if he was in the clouds, overlooking the insects and ants that raised their claws toward him.

Against the entire Phyrexian plane?

So scary……

Saga felt no emotion at all and even wanted to laugh.

If Yawgmoth knew that Saga had even thought about destroying the entire Planeswalker Multiverse not long ago, he would definitely not say such a thing.

at the same time.

The Yawgmoth Collective took a step, raised his arms, and the entire Phyrexian space and time was at his disposal.

"Tremble, fear, and bow before me!"

Yawgmoth growled.

A giant black palm, still dripping with thick, shiny oil, pressed down on the golden dragon like the sky was falling.

Saga's expression was calm, and his eyes did not fluctuate at all.

"You are so proud of your power, but you don't know that it is no more threatening to me than a bug."

The golden dragon stretched out its claws, moving neither hurriedly nor slowly, as casually as if it was picking flowers and fruits in the wild.

the other side.

The dark sky that was falling down suddenly stopped, and the huge body of the Yawgmoth Collective seemed to have pressed the stop button, and all movements came to an abrupt halt.

A huge, vast, incredible, incomprehensible force, like an invisible giant hand, covered the entire Yawgmoth Collective with a suffocating feeling of oppression, and then moved with the retraction of Saga's dragon claws.

Twist and rotate.

With the Yawgmoth Collective as the center, large pieces of space and time twisted and rotated, like a bottomless vortex like a black hole. The Yawgmoth Collective in it tried its best to resist, but to no avail. It was completely unable to reverse the downward trend. Its huge and majestic body was visibly compressed and twisted into something smaller.

finally.

As Yawgmoth roared with unwillingness and fear, the golden dragon's claws clenched together, and the Yawgmoth collective, along with a large piece of Phyrexian space-time, was distorted, shrunk and suppressed inside, like a small ball, a toy.

"Is this the end? Am I in some kind of illusion?"

"Tearing time and space with ease, taking down the Lord of Phyrexia, what kind of power is this?"

After confirming that he was in reality, the planeswalker Urza, who witnessed the whole process, was stunned.

He had imagined in his mind all the possible scenarios of the battle between Saga and Yawgmoth. Most of the processes were different, but basically, the final outcome would be determined after a fierce battle.

But what Urza could never have imagined was.

In his own eyes, the ferocious Yawgmoth Collective was like a harmless little chicken, without any ability to fight back.

It was just a casual stretch, a grab, and a grip.

This battle, which I thought would be very intense, ended just like that.

Saga looked at the Yawgmoth aggregate that he had absorbed and suppressed with a normal expression.

In order to be able to harness more power to deal with Saga, Yogmoth's will is basically concentrated in this body. This is not a good situation for Yogmoth.

"Frog in the well, your ignorance makes me laugh."

The golden dragon smiled faintly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"You, who are you? Where are you from?"

Each of Saga's sharp fingers seemed like a time and space, a world, carrying infinite power that prevented Yogmoth from making any movement. After personally experiencing the horror of Saga's power, Yogmoth had lost all his previous arrogance and pride.

In the time and space that he had painstakingly built for countless years, Yawgmoth would definitely not be weaker than any other existence. Even if the legendary primordial dragon came, he should be able to fight against it in the Phyrexian time and space.

Or maybe, Taichu Dragon is stronger than he imagined.

"Are you the Taichu Dragon?"

Yawgmoth asked in surprise.

It is normal for him to have such a misunderstanding. Urza initially thought that the Saga he met was the Primordial Dragon. In the Planeswalker multiverse, no known dragon can be compared with Saga, which easily reminds people of the legendary Primordial Dragon.

Saga did not answer Yawgmoth's question.

His eyes were calm, as if he was narrating a fact, and he said calmly: "It's an honor to be part of my collection."

The dragon's fingers tightened.

The vast and endless force field energy began to rhythmically wrap and cover the Yawgmoth aggregate that had been squeezed and twisted into a small ball.

"No! I won't give up."

Yawgmoth's will struggled wildly, and the surface of the small ball of the aggregate bulged slightly from time to time, but eventually returned to calm.

"Not every multiverse is like a big circle, with countless powerful people and dangers everywhere."

Saga, who has experienced many storms in the big circle, now feels like traveling in the smaller multiverse.

"In most finite multiverses, it's good enough to have one higher being, but the number of higher beings in the Great Circle is too many to count on one's hands."

It is difficult for the gods and kings from other multiverses to create huge waves when they arrive at the Grand Circle.

There has never been a God-King inside the Great Circle.

It’s also because there are too many strong people.

Not counting those who live in seclusion, just the power that is visible is frightening.

Any existence that can make a name for itself in the Great Circle will almost certainly be attacked by dimensionality reduction when it arrives in other multiverses.

He took a deep breath and calmed his scattered thoughts.

Saga looked at his surroundings.

The sky was still dripping with a drizzle of shiny oil, but the strange buildings under the shiny oil rain were not repaired. Yawgmoth's will had been taken away by Saga, and now the Phyrexian time and space had returned to its natural state. However, those things that had long been transformed by Yawgmoth's will would not disappear so easily, and it would take a very long time for them to gradually disappear.

"This shouldn't be the true face of the Phyrexian plane."

"The hateful Yawgmoth, for his own selfish ambitions, transformed a time and space into such a grotesque and distorted appearance."

whispered Planeswalker Urza.

Saga looked into the distance silently. After a moment, he closed his eyes slightly, and his perception instantly covered the entire Phyrexian space and time.

In an instant, the rain of shiny oil stopped.

As Urza watched in shock, the grotesque and distorted plane of Phyrexia underwent tremendous changes.

Buildings made of a mixture of metal and flesh collapsed and disappeared.

Towering mountains made purely of metal rise from the ground.

The plain is crisscrossed with metallic spikes that sparkle with cold light.

Thick and sticky mercury filled the river, causing ripples.

Blocks of hexagonal metal with clear lines fit together to form the earth...

A brand new, strange, magnificent and gorgeous metal world seemed to have undergone tens of millions of years of evolution in such a short period of time, and was rapidly taking shape in Urza's eyes. This earth-shaking method shocked the planeswalker.

And in Saga's perception.

The macro-level changes to Phyrexia are insignificant.

In the microscopic realm.

Under Saga's will, countless basic metal particles were decomposed, moved, and reorganized through the action of basic forces...gradually reshaping and restoring the original appearance of the Phyrexian space-time.

Saga did not change the world. He just followed the traces of the change in the force field and returned all the metal particles to their original positions, creating a time-space reversal effect by manipulating the basic forces.

To some extent, if all microscopic particles were fixed in place, the flow of time would stop.

"I can reorganize matter, change reality, and turn back time...all in my mind."

Saga thought silently: "If my control over the fundamental forces can extend to cover the entire multiverse, my will will be the operating law of the multiverse."

Saga can't do it now.

He had tried it in the Grand Circle Multiverse.

It is possible to cover hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of material realms, but this is nothing compared to the entire multiverse.

However, if it is only considered as pure, approximate perception, regardless of whether it can be accurately and perfectly controlled, Saga's perception can completely cover the entire material world, and even affect multiple outer planes.

"To completely control the entire multiverse with one's own will, even a top-level deity like the Nine-Faced Dragon God cannot do it. This is probably a realm that only gods above gods can set foot on."

"However, with my special power, perhaps I don't need to become a god above gods to give it a try."

The entire Phyrexian space and time was turned upside down by Saga's thought.

The appearance was restored to its original appearance countless years ago.

Saga is certain that as he continues to grow stronger, he will sooner or later be able to make the entire multiverse dance to his will.

"If there were a super-small multiverse, maybe I could have done it."

"The Azeroth multiverse is pretty much it."

After admiring the spectacular metal world he had recreated, Saga turned around and said to the planeswalker Urza, "How does it feel to see the great enemy reduced to ashes?"

Urza was slightly stunned, then frowned and began to think seriously.

He had thought more than once about how excited and happy he would be after destroying Phyrexia, or more precisely, destroying Phyrexia under the control of Yawgmoth.

But now. Urza could not deceive himself.

He didn't really feel anything.

After seeing that the enemy he thought was a strong one was dealt with so easily, he even felt a little empty and confused. On the other hand, the shock brought by Saga also deeply shook Urza's spirit.

“I felt empty and lost.”

“I don’t know what to do next, what I can do.”

“It seems like everything is meaningless.”

Urza murmured.

To be honest, after seeing the powerful strength displayed by Saga, even Urza, a planeswalker, felt how insignificant he was. For such an insignificant person, anything he did would be meaningless, because a truly strong person could rewrite it with just a casual thought.

Urza after all this.

The idea of ​​retiring from the world began to occur in my mind.

Many planeswalkers would choose to do the same after traveling through too much time and space and realizing the vastness of the multiverse and their own insignificance. Urza didn't understand this before, but now he deeply agrees with it.

Saga could see clearly what was going on in Urza's mind.

The golden dragon had a calm expression, neither comforting nor persuading, but simply said: "Urza, do you want to be like me?"

what?
Urza was slightly startled.

The joy in my heart, which had been gradually sinking, suddenly rose again, and I felt excited.

Having witnessed Saga's powerfulness with his own eyes, it is impossible for Urza to say that he did not have some ideas, but he just did not think that he had the corresponding talent and ability.

The legendary Taichu Dragon might not be as powerful as the mysterious being before him.

Suddenly, Urza remembered what the mysterious dragon had said to him before.

——If I say you can do it, then you can do it.

"Do you think I can?"

Urza asked nervously.

Saga stroked his chin, looked at Urza carefully, then nodded slightly and said: "It is impossible for you to do it by yourself, but if you have my favor and help, you can do it."

Urza understood what he meant, and immediately lowered his head slightly, and said seriously:
"Your Majesty, from now on, your will is my will, and your heart's direction is my direction."

"Please allow me to be your follower and serve you."

Urza wanted to improve too much.

He reacts quickly and is a smart planeswalker.

Saga smiled faintly and said, "I do need a planeswalker to work for me, and you look pleasing to the eye, so I'll choose you."

I won't stay in the Planeswalker Multiverse forever.

But here sparks are constantly being created.

It would be best to train an agent here so that when you are not around, he or she can still collect sparks for you or perform other tasks.

Since his own pie is so round, there is no reason for Urza not to follow suit.

Any creature with a trace of pursuit in its heart would find it difficult to refuse.

"I won't let you down."

Urza said a little excitedly.

"Now I'll give you a task. Let me see what you are capable of."

"No matter what method you use, spread the news that I have eliminated the Phyrexian Time and Space Lord and that the entire time and space have changed drastically, and attract the elder dragon for me."

Urza nodded solemnly.

"As you wish."

Not long after, the planeswalker Urza left the Phyrexia time and space. As Urza traveled and as one planeswalker after another spread the news, the major events that took place in this time and space spread like a storm in many time and space. More and more planeswalkers became curious about Phyrexia, and came to this spectacular time and space made entirely of metal, either openly or quietly.

During this period.

In a magnificent palace at a certain time and space.

Elder Dragon Nicol Bolas listened to the report from his subordinates and raised his eyelids, revealing his extremely deep eyes, which seemed to hide countless dark thoughts.

"Yawgmoth was killed, and it was the dragon clan that did it."

"Who in the Dragon Clan has this strength? Could it be my damned brother?"

Nicol Bolas whispered in his heart, and a flash of violence passed through his eyes.

He once had great trust in his brother Ugin, who had supported him all the way when he was weak, and was even willing to share the grand blueprint of his plan with him. However, Ugin betrayed this trust, abandoned Nicol Bolas, and opposed Nicol Bolas everywhere. The two have now become enemies and are determined to fight to the death.

"Even for you, it would take a lot of effort to kill that disgusting guy Yawgmoth."

"Humph, I'll kill you again this time and see if you can be resurrected again."

Ugin died at the hands of Nicol Bolas more than once, but he was always resurrected. However, Nicol Bolas was convinced that he could finally kill Ugin by killing him a few more times.

In addition, Nicol Bolas didn't think that there was anyone else in the dragon clan who could deal with Yawgmoth except himself and his brother Ugin, who was his mortal enemy. In fact, he had planned to take over the Phyrexian time and space, but after careful consideration, he finally chose to give up because he was not completely sure that he could deal with Yawgmoth.

Yawgmoth has complete control over the plane of Phyrexia.

It is not a creature that can be understood by common sense.

Nicol Bolas was also a little afraid.

In his opinion, if Ugin was able to defeat Yawgmoth, he must have found some targeted methods or paid a great price himself.

"Without Yawgmoth's shielding, the coordinates of Phyrexia have been leaked. Let's go and see if it's Ugin's doing."

Having made up his mind, Nicol Bolas' figure gradually faded and disappeared, leaving the palace.

In another desolate, silent and dark world.

Ugin, a slender spirit dragon with shiny and glossy scales, who gave off an overall majestic and sacred look, had just destroyed the nest of an extremely dangerous creature. His eyes moved slightly, and he received information from other planeswalkers and learned about what happened in Phyrexia.

"Huh? Did Nico do this?"

Wu Jin thought so at the first moment.

"It's very likely. Let's go see if Nico has any plans that will harm time and space. We can't let him succeed."

Even if it wasn't Nicol Bolas, such a big thing should be investigated personally.

One by one, the planeswalkers, including two elder dragon planeswalkers famous in the planeswalker multiverse, are gathering towards the Phyrexian spacetime.

Saga lives in this metal world, quietly waiting for the two elder dragons to arrive. (End of this chapter)