Emperor Dragon

Sparkling oil, this strange substance carries the will of Yawgmoth, falls on Saga, trying to corrode and corrupt, turning Saga's flesh and blood into machinery. At the same time, it also continuously gathers on the body of the collective, constantly strengthening the already powerful collective.

In the world created by Yawgmoth himself.

He has obtained a great level of amplification.

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

"To be my enemy is to be the enemy of the entire Phyrexian space-time."

"O dragon as small as dust, tremble and humble before me."

With the grandeur and vastness of Yawgmoth's collective at this time, even a magnificent mountain is only equivalent to the stone at the foot, and Saga, who is still in his normal state, is indeed quite small in comparison.

But the power contained in this "small" body is unimaginable to Yawgmoth.

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

"This collection of the power of the entire space-time is only infinitely close, barely touching the level of high-level gods, but it has not crossed this natural barrier."

"In the final analysis, this so-called Phyrexian space-time is just a special world."

The golden dragon looked indifferently, looking up at the magnificent and huge collection.

Although he was looking up, the indifference and lightness in his eyes seemed to be in the clouds, overlooking the insects and ants that raised their claws to him.

Being enemies with the entire Phyrexian space-time?

How terrible...

Saga didn't have any fluctuations in his heart, and even wanted to laugh.

If Yawgmoth knew that not long ago, Saga even thought about whether to destroy the entire multiverse of the planeswalkers, he would definitely not say such words.

At the same time.

Yawgmoth's collection took a step and raised his arms, and the entire Phyrexian space-time was at his disposal.

"Trembling, fear, bowing to me!"

Yawgmoth roared in a low voice.

A huge black hand, still dripping with thick 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 slowly and calmly, as if picking flowers and fruits in the wild.

On the other side.

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

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

Twisting and rotating.

With the Yawgmoth Collective as the center, 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 it was useless and could not reverse the decline. The majestic body was visibly compressed and twisted.

Finally.

With the roar of Yawgmoth's unwillingness and fear, the golden dragon's claws clenched together, and the Yawgmoth Collective and a large piece of Phyrexian space and time were twisted, shrunk and suppressed inside, like a small ball, a toy.

"It's over like this? I'm not in some kind of illusion."

"Tearing space and time at will, taking down the Lord of Phyrexia, this, this is such a great power?"

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

In his mind, he had imagined all the possibilities of Saga and Yawgmoth fighting. Most of the processes were different, but basically they all had to go through a fierce battle to determine the final result.

But what Urza could never have imagined was that.

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

Just a casual stretch, a grab, and a grip.

This battle that he thought would be very fierce ended just like that.

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

In order to be able to control more power to deal with Saga, Yawgmoth's will was basically concentrated in this body, which was not a good situation for Yawgmoth.

"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 to be a time and space, a world, with infinite power, so that Yawgmoth could not make any abnormal movements. After personally experiencing the terrible power of Saga, Yawgmoth had lost all his previous arrogance and pride.

In the time and space he had worked so hard on for countless years, Yawgmoth was determined not to 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 perhaps, the Primordial Dragon was stronger than he imagined.

"Are you the Primordial Dragon?"

Yawgmoth asked in doubt.

It was normal for him to have such a misunderstanding. Urza also thought that the Saga he met was the Primordial Dragon at first. In the multiverse of the Planeswalkers, no known dragon could be compared with Saga, which easily reminded 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: "I feel honored to be one of my collections."

The dragon fingers tightened.

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

"No! I won't resign myself to this."

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

"Not every multiverse is like the Great Ring, with countless strong people and dangers everywhere."

Saga, who had experienced great storms in the Great Ring, now felt like playing when he went to the weaker multiverse.

"In most of the finite multiverses, it is good to have one high-level existence, and the high-level existences in the Great Ring cannot be counted on a few hands."

It is difficult for the God Kings of other multiverses to stir up huge waves when they arrive at the Great Ring.

There has never been a God King in the Great Ring.

It is also because there are too many strong people.

Not counting those who live in seclusion, the power on the surface alone is shocking.

Beings who can make a name for themselves in the Great Circle will almost be attacked by dimensionality reduction in other multiverses.

He took a deep breath and gathered his scattered thoughts.

Saga looked at the surrounding environment.

The sky was still dripping with a drizzle of oil, but the strange buildings under the oil rain were not repaired. Yawgmoth's will had been taken by Saga, and the current Phyrexian space-time has returned to its natural state, but those things that have long been transformed by Yawgmoth's will are not so easy to disappear. It will take a very long time for them to gradually disappear.

"This should not be the original appearance of Phyrexian space-time."

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

The planeswalker Urza whispered.

Saga looked into the distance in silence, and after a moment, his eyes were slightly closed, and his perception instantly covered the entire Phyrexian space-time.

In an instant, the oil rain stopped.

Under Urza's shocked gaze, the grotesque and distorted Phyrexian space-time has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Buildings formed by a mixture of metal and flesh and blood collapsed and disappeared.

Towering mountains made of pure metal rose from the ground.

Metal spikes shining with cold light crisscrossed and shaped the plains.

Thick and sticky mercury filled the river channel, rippling slightly.

Blocks of hexagonal metal with clear lines fit together and covered the earth...

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

In Saga's perception.

The changes in the macroscopic level of Phyrexian space-time are not worth mentioning.

In the microscopic field.

Under Saga's will, countless basic metal particles were decomposed, moved, and reorganized through the action of basic forces... gradually reshaped and restored the most original appearance of 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 controlling the basic forces.

To a certain extent, if all the microscopic particles are fixed, the flow of time will also stop.

"Matter reorganization, changing reality, time reversal... are all within my thoughts."

Saga thought silently: "If my control of the basic 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 tried it when he was in the big ring multiverse.

It is possible to cover hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of material worlds, 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 precisely 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 top gods like the Nine-Faced Dragon God cannot do it. This is probably a realm that only gods above gods can step into."

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

The entire Phyrexia space-time was turned upside down in Saga's thought.

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

Saga was sure that as he continued to grow stronger, he would sooner or later be able to make the entire multiverse dance to his will.

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

"The Azeroth multiverse is almost the same."

After admiring the spectacular metal world he reshaped, Saga turned his head and said to the planeswalker Urza: "How does it feel to see the great enemy reduced to ashes?"

Ursa was slightly stunned, then frowned and thought seriously.

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

But now. Urza couldn't deceive himself.

He actually didn't feel anything.

After seeing the enemy he thought was strong being solved 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 feel empty and confused."

"I don't know what to do next, what I can do."

"It seems that everything has become meaningless."

Urza murmured.

To be honest, after seeing the great power displayed by Saga, even as a planeswalker, Urza felt that he was extremely insignificant. For such an insignificant self, doing anything should be meaningless, because a truly powerful person can rewrite it at will with a random thought.

After experiencing all this, Urza.

The idea of ​​retiring from the world emerged in his heart.

Many planeswalkers will choose this approach after traveling through too much time and space and discovering the vastness of the multiverse and their own insignificance. Urza didn't understand it before, but now he deeply believes it.

Urza's psychological activities were clearly visible in Saga's eyes.

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

What?

Urza was slightly startled.

The heart that had been gradually sinking suddenly rose again, and he was excited.

Having witnessed Saga's power, Urza couldn't have said that he didn't have any ideas. He just didn't think he had the corresponding talent and ability.

The legendary Primordial Dragon might not be as strong as the mysterious being in front of him.

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

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

"Do you think I can do it?"

Urza asked nervously.

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

Urza understood, and immediately bowed his head slightly, and said seriously:

"Your Majesty, from now on, your will is my will, and your heart is my direction."

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

Urza wanted to improve too much.

He reacted quickly and was a smart planeswalker.

Saga smiled faintly and said, "I do need a planeswalker to work for me. You look pretty good, so I'll choose you."

I won't stay in the planeswalker multiverse forever.

But the sparks here are constantly being born.

It's best to train an agent here so that when I'm not around, he can still collect sparks for me or perform other tasks.

His pie is so round, there's no reason for Urza not to get it.

Any creature with a little bit of pursuit in its heart will find it hard to refuse.

"I won't let you down."

Urza said excitedly.

"Now I'll give you a task, let me see what you can do."

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

Urza nodded solemnly.

"As you wish."

Not long after, the planeswalker Urza left the Phyrexia plane. As Urza ran away and the planeswalkers spread the news, the major events that happened in this plane also spread like a storm in many planes. More and more planeswalkers became curious about Phyrexia, and came to this spectacular plane made entirely of metal, either openly or quietly.

During this period.

In a magnificent palace in a certain plane.

Elder dragon Nicol Bolas listened to the report of his subordinates, raised his eyelids, and revealed his deep eyes, which seemed to hide countless dark thoughts.

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

"Who among the dragon clan has this strength? Could it be my hateful brother?"

Nicol Bolas whispered in his heart, and a violent look flashed in his eyes.

He had great trust in his brother Ugin, who had supported him all the way when he was weak, and was even willing to share his grand blueprint with him. However, Ugin betrayed this trust, abandoned Nicol Bolas, and opposed Nicol Bolas everywhere. The two have now become enemies and will never stop fighting.

"Even if it is you, it will take a lot of effort to kill that disgusting guy Yawgmoth."

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

Ugin died at the hands of Nicol Bolas more than once, but he was always able to revive again. However, Nicol Bolas was sure that he could really kill Ugin if he killed him a few more times.

In addition, apart from himself and his brother Ugin, who was his nemesis, Nicol Bolas didn't think there was anyone else in the dragon clan who could deal with Yawgmoth. 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, who completely controlled the Phyrexian time and space.

He was not a creature that could be understood by common sense.

Nicol Bolas was also a little apprehensive.

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

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

Having made up his mind, Nicol Bolas gradually disappeared from the palace.

In another desolate, silent, dark world.

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

"Hmm? Did Nicol do it?"

Ugin thought so at the first moment.

"It's very likely. Let's go see if Nicol has any plans that will harm the plane. We can't let him succeed."

Even if it's not Nicol Bolas, such a big thing should be investigated in person.

One by one, the planeswalkers, including two elder dragon planeswalkers famous in the planeswalker multiverse, are gathering towards the plane of Phyrexia.

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